tangled passion
fluids intermingle
animalistic combination
insatiable power

lips mashed
bodies pressed
lust ignited
there is no enough

****** combustion
full blast collision
gas pedal floored
libido explosion

wrecked
sheets tangled
arms and legs akimbo
gratification and satisfaction

With singed wings, I soar,
looking for a place to land,
to soothe my burns and heal,
to be ready, once again, to face the fire.

Cold blades wielded
in hands just as cool,
the frigid heart beats.

The lonely moon traverses
the cold and lonely space
waiting to be touched
yet again by the sun.

The cold empty beach,
seeping sand into my soul,
the cold crashing waves,
longing for swimmers.

The undisturbed *****,
raid tide pools, brazen,
while green leaves blow,
across silent silicate.

The deer’s breath in cold
Is a cloud of sun lit smoke
Eyes dart back and forth

The warp and weave of cloth
surrounding the curve of *******,
bright colors enhance a raised peak
as cold water creates goosebumps.

Imagination takes me to fantasies of
exhalations grazing creamy *******
exciting silken buds to bloom,
begging the promised warmth.

But so many to choose from
as a bevy of buxom beauties
roam the chilly surf
******* clad in tropical decor.

Forcing summer into spring
as coeds infiltrate lakes
and other beach areas
seeking freedom and wildness.

Splashing and splishing,
bouncing taught bodies,
epic eye candy and colors
cause naughty ideas.

The view sends testosterone rising
while the temperature keeps it
in check and on the verge of blue
wading and enjoying the view.

6-8 hours on a small bottle you’ll burn
when its heat for which you yearn
off grid camping is a breeze
with this heater you will not freeze

Camper warm all through the night
if you time the bottles right
when its deer season
it’s usually freezing

Take it to your box deer stand
feel the heat, isn’t it grand
quiet and handy portable heat source
all without hoses or cords

Just ***** on the bottle ready to go
turn the **** listen to propane flow
match or lighter use to ignite
just watch for the dull orange light

That’s how you’ll now when it lit
and good heat is what you’ll get
small and out of the way mostly
but when it’s cold you’re warm and toasty

Motion, like the
waves crashing,
pistoning, pounding,
feeding, injecting.

Moon spotlights the show,
silica, and skin,
sparkle in the glow,
sweat washed away,
by the ever-present flow.

Driftwood *****
as it floats by,
following a path,
constellations in the sky.

Love washed ashore,
as sand castles are made,
just as bikinis fall,
no need in the shade.

Footprints left,
and a line from dragging towels,
beach house path,
shadowed by the clouds.

Flash them in the light
Vibrate them in the night

Flickering tongues
orange glow
underneath
blue

White hot
radiating red
occasional sparks
of green

Crackling bits
ascend glowing
copper bits
in the wind

White rabbit smoke
chases me
around the pit
in changing swirls

Spinning in circles
rotisserie warm
against the coming
winter

Monochromatic moon rises,
black and white thoughts,
meteoric streaks,
in shades of gray.

A light house beam,
blinding white light,
awakens me,
as creeping darkness recedes.

A blood red glow,
hides its existence,
not seen but felt,
with a rhythmic beat.

Veinous blue pain,
pierces flesh,
penetrating and tearing,
turning me inside out.

The onyx fear,
spear in hand,
begins the chase,
as the forest closes in.

Heads bobbing,
to music loud,
vape smoke hangs,
above the crowd.

The main stage rocks,
loud country songs,
the concert is great,
but never lasts long.

Girls on shoulders,
letting bras fly,
singer covers,
Wheel in the Sky.

An original song,
sad and sincere,
followed by one,
about drinking beer.

Melody of emotions,
ups and downs,
the speakers pump,
out the sounds.

A final cover,
everyone knows,
the crowd sings,
to close the show.

Hot steam
mist like a dream
fogs the door and mirror

Skin, excited
rises delighted
from soapy touches

Water drips
from swollen lips
in the steaming shower

Emotions flood
engorged with blood
from the stimulation

Lips meet fast
hot water blast
sending passions higher

Slip and slide
grip and glide
the collision quickens

All our troubles
float in soapy bubbles
away in fulfillment

Do you hear words spoken,
that don't say what they mean?
Have you seen a manipulator,
in the midst of her scheme?

Ever witnessed a happy bird,
sing a melancholy tune?
How about a sunny day,
but all you see is gloom?

Have you ever seen the rain fall,
but never reach the ground?
What about a cat meow,
But never made a sound?

Confusion and dichotomies,
seem to rule the day,
so I'll simply walk calmly,
into the agitated fray.

The voices in my head
chewing up my brain
consuming what is me
and driving me insane

The predators pursue me
I run to stay away
but eventually they catch me
I'm their favorite prey

My own worst enemy
is always deep inside
self doubt and deprecation
masticating on my pride

I have no more self esteem
it's like I have been ******
pounded, tenderizing me
nothing left but bones

Simply a skeleton left
of my former self
I have destroyed all of me
through the loss of mental health

Email, Facebook, messages, and chats,
no one talks, typing is where it's at,
I just cleaned out my contact list,
wonder what that means I'll miss.

The cooler lid is a bad place to sit
Somebody’s always wanting into it
After cold beer, water or coke
Pretty sure some think it’s a joke

When I get settled and sat back down
Here they come right back around
Gotta get up like a **** seesaw
I’m pretty sure it’s a character flaw

Bothering me when I’m chilling here
Can’t even take a sip of my cold beer
Up and down all night long
One thing for sure my legs get strong

I’m a pretty smart it’s one of my traits
Next time I’ll sit on the truck tailgate
Or bring a bag chair so I can relax
And drink my beer and eat my snacks

Sitting around, joking or singing a song
You all know, it won’t be long
Before somebody else has a seat on the lid
And my beer is empty and god forbid
I need in the cooler.

The every inside everything consumes me,
anxious paranoia has set in,
deep breathing no longer helps,
but I go on anyway.

On the beach, relaxed
in my chair just kicked back
a little country on the radio
feel like I'm in Mexico

The blue igloo sweats
bikini girl, great assets
Panama hat on my head
out in the surf, being led

Come back in and dry off
reach into that icy trough
golden bottle, need a lime
pop the top tastes just fine

back in my chair, with my beer
to my buddy, I say cheers
Cuban cigar, why fight
bite the end and light

Take a puff and a sip
feels so good on my lips
relaxing good, I sit back
for nothing, do I lack

Our love ran out or maybe it was on the rocks,
now we're here trapped behind these locks,
virus time, stuck with each other in quarantine,
man, I think this is like some long terrible dream.

So I go to the fridge and grab a couple beers,
try and make the best, hand her one and say cheers,
looks at me and rolls her eyes and slowly hands it back,
I start to get mad but realize I'm not under attack.

I run back to the kitchen, for the opener and a lime,
like I said, we're stuck together, try and pass the time,
come back and open it, she says thanks with a smile,
I haven't seen one of those in many moons and miles.

Switch on some music for a change of attitude
put it on Luke Combs, to set the drinking mood,
we sit in silence, beers empty, I offer her one more,
she bobs her head to the tune and says why not, sure.

Hand her another, but I can't read her like a book,
still as beautiful as always, but I had forgotten to look,
George Strait shuffles on, "The Fireman" he sings,
my mind begins to run, turning over things.

I stand up and ask her to dance,
I figure what the hell I'll take a chance,
we're stuck here, maybe we can fix this mess,
she hesitates but makes her move in love's game of chess.

We dance around through several songs,
not sure why we let this go so long,
I hand her another Corona since we have the time,
she smiles at me and laughs, and says can I have a lime.

My pieces scatter
in cosmic winds
lightened by death
and freed.

Roaming the universe
in karmic dissolutions
awaiting rebirth
once again.

To prowl the landscape
in a predators form,
in search of needs
and spreading seeds.

Combined frequency
thought waves merge,
sine surfing together
the ups and downs.

Until one day
washing up on the shore
of an unknown coast
under purple skies.

Crank the truck
Radios up loud
David Allen Coe
Sings out proud

Put it in gear
Head down the road
Willie sings
And lightens my load

If that ain't country
And whiskey river Take my mind
Send me down the road
New places I can find

Clint blacks next
At the stop sign
I sing along
Just killing time

Commercials now
Never stop I think
Then merle screams
Think I'll just stay here and drink

Country music gold
Radio clear and true
Hank Williams wails
***** tonk blues

Miles go bye
Thoughts of love inspire
Big john cash tells me
About a ring of fire

My ride is long
Where too?
The oaks chime in
With Bobbie sue

Singing and riding
Let the music ring
Waylon tells me
Bob wills is still the king

That may be true
But not what I say
Now George straits
Marina del rey

Circling back to home
And the end of my ride
Kiss an angel good morning
With Mr.. Charlie  Pride

Longing and envy,
I covet in vain,
dreams and fantasies,
drive me insane.

The things we may have,
are never as sweet,
we long for forbidden,
to have as our treat.

Camper parked by the lake, Friday Afternoon
feet in the water under an early rising moon
cooler full of sonic ice, and margarita mix
blender on the table soon it will fix

Chile pepper party lights already in full glow
guitarron beat hits hard in the mariachi flow
discada full of shrimp as the friends arrive
drinks and shrimp fajitas, let you know you are alive

Meteorites streak a trail across the August night
moon smiles like the Cheshire cat, not sharing much light
bikini-clad women dance to the Mexican beat
the stars and ladies are a stunning visual treat

Cozumel is where you make it
no matter how far from home
Friends and food and lots of *****
you just made port on your cruise
Summer Sun or summer night
Tequila tasting makes you feel right

Saturday morning, skiing and fishing
it's not the tropics, but its better than wishing
Sombrero on my head to shade the summer sun
sitting in my bag chair in the water lots of fun

Lounge chairs on the beach, bikinis on display
splish splash and laughter as the women play
while we a just miles, from our home station
having a good time, just like we're on vacation

Guys gather around, for Cuban cigars
day drifts into the night's beautiful stars
Couples start slow dancing in the summer night breeze
lots of contented sighs let out with a loving squeeze

Cozumel is where you make it
no matter how far from home
Friends and food and lots of *****
you just made port on your cruise
Summer Sun or summer night
Tequila tasting makes you feel right

Nonsensical gibberish
is your wish
flights of fancy
makes you feel dancy

Mentally soaring the sky
feeling exceedingly high
emus flying though
I don't think so

Scraped their knees
with tears and pleas
when they fell down
onto the ground

Crashed and burned
on their return
from running and trying
but no wings for flying

Bandaged and embarrassed
from busting their ***
a whole roll of gauze
from hips to claws

Raw red bacon,
wrapped in a string,
tossed into the clear pond
watching, waiting

The brown creature,
shoots backward,
through the water,
as it approaches.

Claws clamp down
on pork belly fat,
the string goes taught,
and I lift him into the air.

Dangling over the canary yellow bucket,
he turns loose and lands with a splash,
reunited with 30 of his kin,
as they make circumference circles.

The crickets sing under willow branches,
and bream patrol the dangling limbs,
waiting for a fat one to fall in,
and become a swimming meal.

The big bullfrog sits and watches
me from the opposite bank,
wary but comfortable now,
he sings his croaking song.

One more crawfish on my bait,
and he falls into my bucket,
I walk through the pasture, home,
where water is already boiling.

Down darkened paths with flowing creeks,
you never know who you may meet,
scary things from nursery rhymes,
sensual creatures, search good times.

Things with teeth and tusks and spears,
that stand your hair, and drive your fear,
or lacy winged miniature women,
creating thoughts that are forbidden.

Naked goddesses from Greece or Rome,
that want a seat upon your throne,
or their fathers or their brothers
that if they catch you, will be your ******.

Children from the Neverland
that simply need a helping hand,
creatures of fire that feed on coal,
or evil beings that need your soul.

Do not get lost in these hinterlands,
as you may be unable to meet demands,
stay on the path, straight and narrow.
and always bring your bow and arrow.

clones roam the land,
searching for nourishment,
in mon santo fields,
designed to starve.

lost in the Budweiser haze,
opening bottles and sniffing foam,
rocky mountain brownies,
zigzag smoked.

waterfalls of velveeta,
sear my skin,
sausage and ro-tel,
invade my mind.

crackers crumbled,
lost in the mix,
salt and the lime,
a tequila lick.

Texas border, El Paso,
I-10 and a ways to go,
just stopped and filled the tank,
grabbed some food and a drink.

Should be good for a while,
need to make three hundred miles,
next stop, where the grass turns green,
somewhere the other side of Abeline.

Adding 10 to my trip,
taking the left-hand split,
where the interstates divide,
from ten to twenty I take in stride.

Reach down and crank the radio,
the next exit is for Cisco,
quick pit stop, cashier with a frown,
let's head on to ol' cow town.

Passing through onto big D,
Dodging traffic hoping to be free,
as the drives begins to wear
First Monday, Canton, just up there.

As prairie lands give way to trees
and big cities are behind me,
Lindale and Tyler's exits
not far now to make a Texit.

Getting close now Shreveport bound,
there a hotel so I can lay down,
Ranging Texas far and wide
made it across I smile with pride.

Clink, clink, clink,
ice on glass,
glug, glug, glug
clear fluids rise.

Splash and fizz,
as the color changes,
a green sour squeeze,
hang another on the side.

A red fingernail stirs
the mixtures in a circle
and a taste and smile
as she hands it to me.

Half drain the glass,
followed by a satisfied ahh,
and an order for another,
this time a double.

I bury my nose
and enjoy the smell
the sweet and the earth
tantalized
I pick a couple of lilacs
and place behind my lovers ear
as I give her a lingering kiss

Twisting, traveling tongue tastes
passionate pink parted places
easily enjoying each exceptional ester
moist muffs munched merrily

Aztec shaman
Summons Quetzalcoatl
In dance and jumps
Atop pyramids

Back arched
Soul bared
Awaiting to embody
The feathered serpent

Ancient gods
From the sky
Communication
Through ritual

The enemy's heart
Will pump in his hand
And slowly stop
As the gods consume

The life forces energy
And the shaman
And he
Are as

Arterial lips
beg to be touched
kissed, caressed
temperatures rising
as neurons fire
seeking
wanton
need


Buttons pushed
lust ignited
steered toward
the summit

Climbing ever higher
gasping for breath
begging
pleading

Crashing waves
crescendo

Waterfalls dance
the precipice
falling
filling

entwined beings
energy sapped

Nothingness, blackness, a living veil,
the wooden stick in my fingers,
am I ready for the light, or shall it remain unlit.

Struggling in the darkness,
I crawl around the room,
a wall followed to a corner,
and trailed till fabric is felt.

Curtains were thrown open,
yet still encased in blackness,
I sink to the ground, defeated,
my hands closed on a rectangle.

In the darkness, a lighter found,
I light the blinds on fire, illumination comes in
as the house burns down,
and the sun sinks below the horizon.

Sitting amongst bits of glowing ember,
matching the stars sparkling in the sky,
I longed for light of the sun,
and it too was extinguished with tears.

From the darkness, Samedi rises,
it is our souls that he prizes,
to feed upon and to focus,
its how death does his hocus pocus.

Cancer, diabetes and the rot,
not diseases but things time forgot,
freed again as humans spread,
increasing the numbers of our dead.

Buried things lay hibernating,
thousands of years, they have been waiting,
legends and myths and dragons too,
we simply do not have a clue.

Once awoken, no turning back,
we are running down the track,
pandora's box thrown open wide,
nothing at all can stem the tide.

She was in love with her captor,
had the appetite of a raptor,
sharp talons slash her deep,
no way up it's much to steep.

I stopped and watched her,
as she eased to the edge,
wondering if she would jump,
my throat tightened into a lump.

Pain is a game,
that is always won,
shame is the same,
each and every one.

Red velvet tears
her face now stained,
syrupy sweet
but so full of pain.

Hate festers and boils to the surface
erupting in pustules of angry words
shouted out of gritted teeth
overreacting to the slightest annoyance

Lashing out at people who cannot help
driving a wedge in relationships
a psychological mind full of issues
metaphysical pain, manifesting

My tongue a cat of nine tails
leaving scars on the psyche
of friends, family, children
and even more so on my own soul

Out of control
uncomfortable in my own skin
my thoughts wearing thin
deep dead set eyes

Dark circles underneath
a cold black spot where
my heart used to reside
rotted away over years

Alone, through my own making
a hermit, tucked away
out of sight, ignored
to wallow in my own pain

Beautiful white Datura opens,
it matches the full moons glow,
both can be deadly, poisonous,
one from the night's creatures,
the other if ingested.

Imagination,
clicking of antique typewriter keys,
puffs of dust rise,
ghostly steps trod creaking stairs.

Scurrying sounds emanate
from dark corners and inside walls,
my breaths are so loud,
I hold it.

Streams of death,
slowly turning black,
a face slowly going slack,
exsanguinated to last breath.

Flaccid and white,
matching the snow,
as the life is gone,
no more flow.

Muscles beat,
the final song,
hemoglobin waterfalls,
no longer strong.

Death stands on the edge,
ready at a moments notice,
cleaning the battlefield of injured.

December night, as it falls
burying colored lights,
a surreal landscape,
lit from underneath.

A strange land imagined
under the windblown drifts,
red and green and silver *****
encased in a sea of white.

Asynchronous chaos,
as flakes stick to windows,
lost in their pattern,
a maze to be solved.

Gathered in bowls
from outside,
maple syrup or vanilla,
make winters treat.

Hot chocolate steams
from mugs in hands,
we sit watching out the window,
covered in blankets.

Marshmallows floating,
matching world, outside,
falling and falling,
live snow globe, shaken.

Creatures lurk and slink
the mists allow movement unseen
finding a spot to wait
to ambush and to seal there fate

Billowing clouds glow
as they seep out of the black water
the temperature begins to drop
hairs on the back of my neck raise

Footsteps head this direction
in the leaf litter and mud
and then stop
the silence is complete

The view turns to black
and my senses heighten
as the moonless night
and fear engulf the swamp

Brownwood, Texas is the place
Where we go to give game chase
Deer, Turkey, Dove or Quail
That’s where we track them on the trail
From a ground blind or a tree
This is where we feel most free

Drinking whiskey by firelight
Or sometimes it’s Cold Coors Lite

Hot, Cold, wind or rain, we don’t care
To fill our tag is our prayer
Rifle, Shot gun or Bow
To fill our freezer, with, bird, buck or doe

Sometimes we go just to camp
In the morning it is damp
Horse licking dew off the tent
Sometimes this is how night is spent

Flashing lights and UFO’s
No one believes us but we know
Taking Picture’s in Bluebonnets in spring
Lots of Stories about everything

Driving across condemned bridges
Chasing Deer across Fences
Busting bottles on the Sign
Driving through the River that winds

Multiple Jeeps, wheelers, Trucks of all Kinds
But Polaris Ranger is head of the line
When it comes to getting around
Smoothest ride on the ground

Kids, chase rabbits, and lizards galore
Collecting bones, climbing trees and more
20 years on this lease
Sometimes it is good for Peace

Of the soul and of the mind
A great place to escape the grind
Miles, Years, Family and Friends
It has paid in dividends

Tired and weary,
introspective and teary,
with each drop from your eye,
purges pain, it's okay to cry.

Life has green pastures some of the time,
at others, there are hills and mountains to climb,
sometimes there is wind and there is rain,
occasionally those help to put out the fire and pain.

So no matter what cards are dealt in your hand,
set your shoulders and hear only your internal band,
dance on through life, let the problems slide by
don't take them inside, it's okay to defy.

The demons that hide in my mind,
are not really that hard to find,
they breathe fire and burn my soul,
destroy my confidence I cannot be whole.

Why must I feel this way?
Does everyone from time to time?
Self-doubt whispers getting louder,
am I possessed by demons?

Their words rip my thoughts to shreds,
creating migraines, I hide in my bed,
the inner voices, from where do they come,
I don't know but they make me numb,

Lost in my mind with no way out,
I can only scream and shout
loud obscenities, but they defy,
I want to rip them from inside.

Drink does not cure the pain,
nor does the medication,
music helps to tune them out,
but only till the next silence.

Red eyes haunt the corners,
bifurcated tails swish in the silvered mist,
fork tongues flick from the shadows,
I may need an exorcist.

Boiling clouds look like crashing waves,
the desert craves the monsoon rain,
tumbleweeds surf the raging wind,
thirsty sand swallows in gulps.

Saturated, puddled and running,
toward the lowest point around,
reflecting lightning flashes,
mirroring the raging beauty.

Merging torrents stampede,
forming rapids through arroyo's,
matching the roar of the thunder,
and cascade down into the swollen river.

Desert grass, long brown, suddenly greens,
small flowers erupt volcanically,
a pyroclastic flow of yellow and purple,
quickly covers the satisfied landscape.

Enjoying the moisture while it lasts,
the clouds break revealing blue sky,
the roiling sun makes it's appearance,
ready to bake the sand once more.

***** of rubber bands, multicolored,
a *** of paperclips, a maze of its own
an old pink eraser, crumbling in the corner,
loose, Tylenol, Benadryl, Band-Aids, and a random stone.

Chap Stick, tape, and highlighters,
keys to locks unknown,
remote controls and toothpicks,
and shiny loose change, strewn.

Scissors, dust and a pack of gum
of the cinnamon flavored kind,
you can get lost in here
no telling what you'll find.