We have no prime directive
We assimilate or enslave
Have driven many races
Right into their graves

Hyperspeed and wormholes
Allow us to explore
Looking for races
Already at war

We thrive on their fear
Psychic energy abounds
We help with both destruction
And run them into the ground

Asteroid launchers
Photon torpedos
Even rays and waves
That destroys their libido

You cannot run
You cannot hide
You cannot defeat
We stand, grinning snide

The empire is part of us
So are the hutts
The empire is our muscle
We let them kick their butts

We span all the universes
And dominate them all
You may call us
The ever lasting thrall

When on the winds of change we ride,
things must be taken in stride,
With the swirling currents we glide,
and do it all with strength and pride.

Whether we rise or we fall,
the phone is ringing, take the call,
No hesitation do not stall,
Just take it and run with the ball.

Through twisting turns and changing lanes,
or on the ailerons of planes,
Like the colors of of light through stain glass panes,
Striving just to remain sane.

A bit of flavor
Pressed to my lips
Heady aroma excites
Enthralled, passion ignites

Silky softness
Covers my eyes
And my face
Open eyes see through lace

Hands restrained
feet spread wide
Fingers trace a path
1 and 1, you do the math

At her mercy
I'm unafraid
Teasing lips and fingers
Keeps me up as she lingers

A feather
A bit of fun
Patience she aims to teach
She stays just out of reach

Can wait no more
I moan and beg
Engulfed in warmth joy
I am simply her boy toy

Pistoling pounding
Lubricated friction
Collapsing skin to skin
My face uncovered I see her grin

Through Pink Floyd's Prism,
I hit the wall,
spattered into red, yellow
indigo, and other aspects of light.

Bent and twisted
through crystal diodes,
that power pulses
in the mind.

The beat kicks in
pounding my senses,
as I float, distant
sailing on the spectrum sea.

The bricks surround me
walling me in,
I am alone,
but I wonder
am I really?

Are others out there,
I long to ask my mother?
Perhaps they hide
in the darkness out in space.

The other side of the moon
promotes silvered questions,
that float like a balloon
into the eclipsed night.

Am I really here
flesh and blood
or am I just a thought
blowing in the solar wind.

Obsidian monoliths,
black hole generating gates,
like pools of liquid time and distance,
waiting to be swum through.

Hidden on the Moon,
cached within the Earth,
ensconced on Europa,
or at the convergence of ley lines.

Travel to other worlds,
dimensions are at hand,
wormholes in the timespace,
to be explored and adventured.

All that is required,
bravery to take the step,
through the fluidity of the universe,
to arrive at another island lost in time.

Vibrations felt through the floor
lightning flashes, here come some more
the peal of thunder in the air
static electricity everywhere

The rain pours down off the roof
like religious pilgrims search for truth
seeking to be soaked in
like a bottle to it's jinn

Puddles gather and muddy up
no crystal waters for my cup
easy answers rarely come
you cannot see through the ****

As the puddle soaks on in
you can see where it's been
like hindsight often does
lets you know the way that it was

Does not help the here and now
but you can learn before its plowed
plant your seeds that you may know
and later reap, what you have sown

Let's go, I'll meet you there,
bikini girls, stop and stare,
Cuba Libre on the beach,
all within a days reach.

sharp shards of glass
in the oceans salty sand waves
emerge rounded and polished
gems fit for a queen

To ride the wave into winter,
with her cool breezes and snow,
banishing the fallen leaves,
wiping away the last vestiges of what was,
wiping the slate clean, for what is to come.

a payment taken
hours and minutes and years
no refund policy

Time has to commit
that's all there is to it
traveling the path unknown
not in a party, but, all alone

There is never enough

Only one lifetime-full
pull the thread off the spool
when at last it comes free
say a fair good bye to me

Farewell my friend

Seamstress of eternity
forever bound, to hearth and tree
flying under stars and skies
ever living, never dies

I am here and always will be

In the fields of memory
everlasting you and me
so when you touch another's soul
to live forever is the goal

A lifetime of remembrance

Not what I had in my plans
to live that long, and give a ****
souls at rest will never be
satisfied, like you, and me

None of this is guaranteed

The star's burn until they nova,
after hot brilliance for billions of years.
Minutes matter little in the cosmos,
particularly in the beginning.

The expanding egg-shaped universe
is actually an illusion, a hologram,
in two dimensions, projected.
Is it simply a construct of an alien brain?

Black holes destroy everything,
or do they?
Does life in some other iteration,
get extruded into another dimension?

Huge amounts of emptiness,
occupied by dark matter,
fill the void between.
Gravity occasionally destroys due to encroachment.

The clock ticks down from the big bang,
is there an end? Will it all reverse?
Will there be a giant collapse?
Only time and space will tell

Sweat running,
grass coated,
as the last whirr winds down,
the smell of gas and oil.

The **** eater is still now,
everything trimmed,
the wife on the lawn tractor,
knocking down the rest.

The smell of oil and gas,
newly mown grass,
and the hum and whine,
of equipment makes for a clean yard.

The flowing seasons
flavored monthly
by holidays and gatherings
food shared
drinks and libations
conversations

The ever spinning
hands of time
and the turning
calendar's page
experiences from which to learn
while coming of age

Sweetness of new births
the bitter pith of death
sour pucker of unwanted change
the sticky sweet caramel of
making love

Time is of the essence
Grime begins putrescence
Dime store effervescence
Prime for evanescence
Rhyme begins coalescence
Crime of adolescence
Chime mental iridescence
Climb into obsolescence

Tissues and Xanax,
Oxy and pain,
drying the tears,
zombify my brain.

Amber liquid in my cup,
it soothes and numbs,
sands the rough edges,
the drugs miss.

Feelings blotted out,
like a solar eclipse,
just the outer limits showing,
and they are blinding.

Burning retinas,
manic depressive,
the highs and lows,
attempted to level.

A fight I continue,
the struggle is real,
hopeful at times,
is it possible to heal?

A whispered breath
On her neck and ear
Goose bumps rise
Excitment perked
Lusts liquid flows

Lips press lightly
the base of her neck
A spinal road to follow
Loving words mumbled
Vibrate the skin
Creating an open invitation

Salivation and exploration
The mouths muscle extends
Searching for sweet nectar
Eliciting soft moans and hisses
Searching excitedly
Creating fist clenching bliss

Inspired inspirations
Follows deep exhales
As the mountain is descended
To sea level
Where it is now time
To ride into the sunset

Why isn't tomorrow today?
I would really like to play!
Goodbye, I'm not going to stay!
So enjoy the rest of your day.

The horizon should be flat and sparkling sand,
today though, dark snow capped peaks loom,
dangerous, with visible storms raging peaks,
causing avalanches down the sides.

Booming kettle drum rumbles,
golden firework flashes,
I count the seconds between,
as it gets shorter and shorter.

Soon the drops start,
pregnant water balloons,
exploding against the window,
a locomotive roar of the wind.

The last vestiges of sunlight,
blotted out as the mountain settles,
earthquake sounds blast,
and the house shakes and shivers.

Minutes pass to hours,
I'm not sure the structure can take any more,
then light begins to creep in the window,
orange and pink and blue of sunset.

I walk out onto the porch and watch,
as the mountain pushes off to the east,
and I survey the swollen soggy ground,
and the mess left behind the avalanche.

Spicy sweet
peppermint
honey and lemon
hot tea

Melted butter
froth forms
stirring until
a whirlpool

2 fingers bourbon
added now
to calm the head
and soul

Bring peace to the night
or at least for a while
of the tortured one
afflicted with the cough

Her toe prints on the windshield,
cutoffs shorts fit just right,
smooth legs and painted nails,
her tank top is a sight.

Head bobbing to the rhythm
“If that ain’t country” rocks,
even though its outlaw music,
she still pops and locks.

Looking at me smiling,
hair blowing in the wind,
we’re just driving around
who knows where this will end.

Blowing up the speakers,
speeding down gravel roads,
stopping in mesquite tree shade,
hell no we won’t get towed,
tangled up in the sunshine,
in the middle of the day,
we don’t need a barn,
for a roll in the hay.

Her toe prints in the mud,
our clothes hanging in the tree,
the creek pool is just right,
to be country free.

Tan lines reminds me
of a Texas back roads map,
after a little traveling,
it's time for a nap.

A splash of water in my face,
as crickets start to sing,
the sun is fading fast,
who knows what night will bring.

Blowing up the speakers,
speeding down gravel roads,
stopping near the creek bed,
hell no we won’t get towed,
tangled up in the evening,
at the ending of the day,
we don’t need a barn,
for a roll in the hay.

Her toe prints in the dust,
she leans on the rack,
calling all our friends,
let's party way out back.

Cooler opens and tops pop,
Willie Nelson blares out loud
a circle of pick up trucks,
a pasture party crowd.

Dancing on the tailgates
Silver stars overhead
we party till the rooster crows
and now we head for bed

Blowing up the speakers,
speeding down gravel roads,
heading for home now,
hell no we won’t get towed,
tangled up in the darkness,
at as night turns into day,
we don’t need a barn,
for a roll in the hay.

Washed up on a shore,
awakened all alone,
no buildings or people,
no huts of grass or stone.

Looking all around,
in the glinting sand,
bits and pieces of my boat,
waves carried to this land.

Do I sit and cry,
or gather what I can,
I must answer quick,
I'm the only one who can.

So I choose quickly,
to see if I can survive,
but I want to do more,
even alone I want to thrive.

So explore my island jail,
to see what is here,
fresh water spring found,
hogs, and some kind of deer.

Rats and seabirds too,
live upon this rock,
if they can, I can too,
I refuse to ever stop.

So beautiful it hurts
pain so pleasurable
I wish to never blink

Through the pickets stared,
at the lady who was bared,
in the summer sun,
he was only having fun.

Walking between houses,
on the way to a friends,
he never really knew,
how this adventure might end.

He heard the waters splash,
and decided to take a look,
he saw her lay down,
and begin to read a book.

Water drops ran,
between places he had dreamed,
never in his life,
did he think he might have seen?

The lady two doors down,
on display, her beauty shown
and since then he volunteers
when her grass needs to be mown.

At night in his dreams,
he sees her in her glory,
to say he is excited,
isn't nearly enough story.

Red hair
Blue eyes
Long thin neck
Cute earlobes detached

Small hollow at the throat
Winter white skin
Usually bronze in the summer
A few freckles working down

A pair of small beautiful *******
Capped with petite ruby *******
Flat stomach
Lovely innie button

Red curls not too thick
Pink flower
Tastes and smells terrific
A beautiful bouquet

Long legs
A child hood scar here and there
Thin ankles
Cute feet and toes

Heels she fusses about
More long legs
Tickle the back of the knee
Up past the thighs, between a peek of the prize

Tight round mounds of each cheek
Skin unblemished
A single eye winks at me
Give it a slap and pinch

Lower back give it a rub
Follow the spine on up
A freckle here and there
Beautiful shoulders same red hair

Down one arm, freckles
Cute hand glossy green nails
Across the chest, tease a breast
The other hand same as the first

Up the arm, a large scar here
Elbow broken and pinned
Monkey bar injury as a kid
Back to the top

Soft lips
Mine to kiss
Cute chin
Always a grin

To Quote Extreme (Politicalw
Low information voters
in a liberal state of mind
don't care about the murders
they think she is divine

Easily offended folks
don't care about emails
or the fact that others
for this have gone to jail

Those on the government dime
have already been bought and sold
while taxpaying hard workers
are left out in the cold

Healthcare costs keep rising
thanks to so called affordable care
those paying attention
are far beyond scared

Over run by foreign refugees
because of Saudi Arabian money
will be the end
of the American honey
Just a bit of Political fun

Rusted red wagon bed
could never hold my pain,
now matter how many times
I loaded it up.

I towed it around
but it seeped out,
slow and steady,
out of its rusted holes.

Dripping to the ground
in small drops,
oozing back together,
reforming and crawling.

Heading back to my feet,
up my legs,
up my neck,
and in my ear.

Burrowing back into my soul,
which is its home,
and where it belongs,
as it is a part of me.

Darkness drips in dollops
spreading behind things
stretching out long
as sun light gets short

Crickets and poor will
hold the suns hand
and sing
it's nightly exit song

Moon rise casts another kind
black as pitch
but with silvery edges
sensationally ominous

Accompanied by the sound
of a lone coyotes
mournful drawn out
hooooowwwwwllllll

Motion now
quick movements
so fast you question
whether you see anything

Pulsating shadows
creep eerily
as the moon
transits the sky

Stars twinkle happily
in stark contrast
to the fear
of the night

Transforming shadows
in the minds eye
to bony hands
and apparitions of a dangerous man

An insulated landscape,
heavy and laden,
like my heart
longing for the sun.

Yet trapped here,
needing to get home
to my Venus, my love,
hoping the sun will come.

Thawing out the landscape,
bring spring to it's right
and sending me home
on silver wings.

Behind a dam
emotions reservoir
their river has been trapped
due to pride or manliness

Sadness bottled up
anger, netted
love, expressed
but not to its full depth

Sinking slowly behind
the confines of his tears
his thoughts render
him helpless

So does the
burning bridges of
fears enacted by
masquerade's of his peers

Drowning now
in pent up tears
the dam needs to break
but does he dare

Staring at the vacant abyss
imitating stored feelings
not really knowing but,
pretending to care

Outflow of tears and emotion
obliterating the view of self,
washing away the wall
is he renewed or destroyed ?

Catacombs stretch into the dark,
with knife and flint, ignite a spark,
torch casting shadows long and deep,
I start walking down death's street.

Sneering skulls line the walls,
real-life jolly roger's pall,
walking through the evil spell,
imagination's path to hell.

In the distance an amber glow,
casting out hypnotic flow,
a coffin, a crypt or maybe a tomb,
but still, I walk into the gloom.

Golden reflections do now twist,
an oozing, gelatinous, amber mist,
twisted knots of filigree,
Egyptian goddess now set free.

Standing here with her smile,
she wants me to stay awhile,
the amber gem gleams on her chest,
my heart screams a catch to my breath.

Countless eons I now stare,
eyeless sight filled with despair,
trapped within the devil's broach,
I wish I could warn those that would approach.

Inside the drum the charcoal burns,
for dinner now, my stomach yearns,
seasoned ribs and chicken breast,
building a meat and wire nest.

Hang them now above the fire,
glowing bright, Viking funeral pyre,
place the lid and walk away,
6 hours to slow smoke today.

The cooler lid opens and it squeaks,
oh, by the way, it also leaks,
cold ultra to save the cals,
now just waiting on my pals.

The smoke leaks out, you should smell,
the aroma makes your tastebuds yell,
the downside though is the wait,
but its worth it to fill your plate.

Gravel roads and a pickup truck,
windows down and the radio up.
Cooler full, back in the bed,
sandwich stuff and a loaf of bread.

Special spot behind some gates,
every time we come, tempting fate,
but the fishing here is beyond good,
three owners ago said we could.

Lifelong friends,
casting jigs and worms,
drinking beer,
as evening comes,
staying out of trouble,
as days keep amassing,
just doing, a little trespassing.

A few years later, a special girl,
the one I want, to rule my world.
looking for the perfect spot,
I have got a question to pop.

Icy blue eyes, enough to freeze,
her red hair blowing in the breeze,
cast out her pole, and tell her to wait,
reel it on in, something got your bait.

What's this hung, on your line?
A diamond ring, **** its fine.
Down on one knee, in the country,
waiting for an answer, will she, won't she.

Lifelong love
casting jigs and worms,
making love,
as evening comes,
staying out of trouble,
no days surpassing
Just doing, a little trespassing.

Years of work and some kids,
money in my pocket, a gift to give.
down the road a for sale sign,
I think it's time to make it mine.

So many memories made here
cast and reel, and drinking beer,
special times and making love,
I sure have been, blessed by god above.

Take the family out, with fishing rods,
headed over, to our favorite spot,
it's been raining, hope we don't get stuck
down back roads, in a pickup truck.

Family is out,
casting jigs and worms,
catching some dinner,
as evening comes.
staying out of trouble,
no laws bypassing,
no need for more, trespassing

Codependency,
a treadmill of deceit,
tears of repetition,
yet a cycle of pain.

Sins and strain,
on souls, we stain,
though we try,
the ink is dry.

Speak now or forever hold your peace,
a hard lesson learned,
when for love,
you still yearn.

Though the void appears empty,
sifting through the nothing,
yields jewels most would miss.

Shattered thoughts and dreams,
draw blood from fingertips,
some glued together,

Coming to fruition,
others swept under the rug,
or washed away with tears.

Sunlight glints off of the chrome wheel,
matching suicide **** attached,
beach sand powder coated Xpress boat,
bobbing in the blue water, waiting.

Trailing around the silver 90 horse motor,
is a yellow rope harness, like arms holding on,
a red ski rope stretches off into the water,
attached to a purple and black tube.

I hear an excited "ready" shouted,
a raven and a ginger-haired pair of girls,
hang tight like turtles on a log,
wearing blue and black jacket shells.

I fire up the motor, it purrs happily,
sending a stream of white foam aft,
I throttle forward and take off,
looking into the afternoon sun.

Suddenly I turn to the right,
then back to the left into a circle,
throttling the speed up,
shooting the tube out passed the wake.

Three more circles and straighten out,
watching the faces of the observers,
tells me the girls have just let go,
I spin around to pick them up.

They float grinning and laughing,
complaining of arms of gelatin,
as they climb in the boat,
the water dripping onto my feet.

a tug on the line
the cork goes under
grilled fish with wine

The changing tides fling me around,
all I hear are ocean sounds,
churning and changing my direction,
mostly against my discretion.

During the day
She is as sweet
As any lady
you will meet

Giving spirit
Great big heart
A winning smile
And really smart

You would swear
She had wings
To be around her
Your heart sings

But in the evening
At bed time
She changes
With glass of wine

Wearing ****
Negligées
She's demanding
Gets her way

Tells me what
I'm to do
Whose in charge
You know who

The demon that lives
Deep inside
Needs to be
Satisfied

Sometimes a camera cannot capture
the true beauty of a moment
a poets prose pales beside reality
a painting rarely shows the absolute visage
sometimes a memory is all we have
and it unfortunately fades over time.

Delivery that needs to be made
I search for the lone owner
Either the recipient or the sender
This envelope feels important

Heavy in my hand as I look
but neither address is current
the tracks of tears sealing
encourage me to continue looking

As I feel someone's heart to be breaking
miscommunication on well-placed stamps
hiding love and fortune
from its rightful owners

Under microscopic glare,
I simply act like I don't care,
but alas I succumb,
all embarrassed and quite numb.

Do I stand up to the scrutiny,
as I wander wild and free,
or am I judged to be lacking,
all my confidence unpacking.

I feel the burn as it burrows,
my brows are knit into a furrow,
all my weaknesses exposed,
all my truths are now disclosed.

Such is the life that we must live,
mostly take and no give,
the cameras and eyes everywhere,
so be careful and be scared.

The light followed over the car
for at least fifteen miles
then as we approached the next town
launched off quickly, much like a missile

Ten years later and many miles
this time down a road of gravel
a flashing vaguely in the sky
on our way into town we traveled

Suddenly from the right
three lights rose up from the ground
circling each other very close
but never made a sound

For minute or two they did this
then they merged into one
and accelerated off faster
than a bullet from a gun

I have been told by my dad
of a triangular shadow in the night
that blotted out the stars
and gave him quite a fright

We are not alone
perhaps one day the truth
will be shared with us
but until then experience is proof

Shimmering chartreuse sequins,
exquisitely shining as she spins,
bronze hair loose and flying,
into her soul, I feel like prying.

Tanned legs tucked into stilettos of gold,
when god made this one, he broke the mold,
perfect pink lips surrounding her smile,
men would follow her for miles and miles.

Like the piper, she would lead the way,
drooling men, watching hips sway,
my eyes follow her every move,
the song changes and switches her groove.

Jumping, and bouncing up on her toes,
as the songs says, she strikes up a pose,
the beat then drops and she does down low,
she moves like a wave, stuck in the flow.

As the beat dies, she walks out of sight,
oh, what a feeling she provided that night,
memories of this I relive to this day,
to see her again, one day I pray.

Arrowheads and Flint knapped knives,
survive the act of taking lives,
whether battle or hunting game,
into the future, they ride the rain.

From sandy hills and from creek beds,
painting pictures in our heads,
turquoise beads and pottery shards,
strewed about like fallen cards.

These tell us stories from the past,
civilizations never last,
but do we heed the lessons learned?
No, we continue unconcerned.

Building hate between our clans,
left and right divide the lands,
and in the days of future time,
someone else digs up our crimes.

It's hot on the tractor
the sun's beating down,
plowing my fields,
on the outskirts of town.

City girl pulls up
her lips are syrupy sweet,
brings me a jug,
say here have a drink.

I take a big ol' chug,
and I spit it right out,
she looks at me,
with a huge pout.

I looked at her,
and she looked at me,
I said,
You can put your sugar on my lips,
but keep it out of my tea.

But you're a plowboy,
isn't sweet what you drink,
I said that's what country music,
has taught you to think.

She walks on over,
presses her lips to mine,
I melt like candy,
man, that feels fine.

She looks up and says to me,
I guess you're not what you seem,
No, I'm much much better,
I say with a wink.

I looked at her,
and she looked at me,
I said,
You can put your sugar on my lips,
but keep it out of my tea.

Screams, blood curdling draw instant attention!
Attention is the last thing you want!
Want is what drives you to do the things.
Things, a description of most anything.
Anything in this case its a large sharp knife.
Knife, razor edged  the tool that you use.
Use to instill, fear, control and intimidate!
Intimidate and scare the target!
Target is a young blonde woman.
'Woman helplessly alone'
Alone in a parking lot, maybe alley?
Alley yes! Quite dark and lonely'
Lonely, is a cold and daunting feeling
Feeling that you have and try to empty
Empty into the ether of space and time
Time, continually ticking, is of the essence.
Essence, the lifeblood you need.
Need to gather with the knife!
Knife the woman in the alley!
Alley from which come the screams!!

Have you ever seen your girl,
dressed up nice and neat,
like a sweet candy
that you want as a treat.

You just want to unwrap it,
and give a little taste,
enjoy the smells and flavors,
none of which, you'd waste.

Salty and sweet,
hints of clove and tangerine,
like Def Leppard said,
pour some on me, saccharine.

Savoring every nuance,
exciting every tastebud on the tongue,
exploring every side and layer,
roaming all of her, I'm sprung.

Knocked out of my thoughts,
suddenly a kiss is on my lips,
she asks me if I'm ready,
I follow sashaying hips.

She asks me why I stare at her,
I say no particular reason, why,
then what were you thinking about,
I wink at her and smile so sly.

The baggage, the pain,
some call it the monkey,
it lives on our backs,
and makes us feel funky.

The decisions weigh down,
like a ton of lead bricks,
all piled up together,
like the game pick up sticks.

If you move the wrong one,
they'll all tumble down,
buckling your knees,
sending you to the ground.

Sometimes though,
you can set them aside,
have some drinks with some friends,
or go for a ride.

These are the moments,
you pray will endure,
but they never will,
as there is no simple cure.

shining sun at noon
reddening skin, soon to bronze
cool soothing aloe vera

multicolored kites
fly through white clouds and blue skies
a shining smile is born

red and green beachballs
blow about in tidal winds
all children giggle

Torn bits of vellum scatter in the breeze,
black ink hangs on with vicious strength,
though opaque, the meaning remains hidden,
jumbled words in the ambient incandescence.

The author slowly walks away on the horizon,
the reader sobs, head in her hands on a bench,
leaves and dust begin to blow along with the poem,
scattered into the hinterlands of loss.