Dessert is Served

Apple pie flavored lips
the spicy nutmeg and clove
sending my taste buds
into spiraling ecstasy

Swelling meringues
toppings too be teased
swirling my tongue
up to the tip

Slurping her syrup
from delicious folds
phyllo layers
to be explored

The temperature
oven hot
baking...baking
rising higher and higher

Baking powder volcano's
erupting fillings
of fantastic flavors
exploding onto my plate

There she is
spread out before
ready, willing
dessert is served

Double battered and deep fried
into the bucket, Would you like fried pies?
Mashed potatoes and some gravy,
or french fries spiraled and wavy.
Mac n cheese ,
if you please,
oh, and can I get some sweet teas?

a system destroyed,
binary stars exploded,
fifty-two fragments now circle,
swirling mass of confusion,
no identification possible.

two dim points of light,
swallowed by nebulae,
fluidly moving red, orange, yellow, green,
smeared in blue, indigo and violet,
perfection now unbalanced.

In verdant viridian forests
dripping condensation
provides water
for plant and animal
allowing both to thrive
until destroyed
by man

Society
caught in the maelstrom
spinning ever closer
to falling into
the singularity

Angels haunt my nightmares
ghosts inhabit the church
truths mixed in my dares
found but continue to search

Sand in my bed
sheets on the beach
hands inside my head
explore the outer reach

Vacuum blows
the fan *****
the rocks flow
the rivers stuck

Frozen summer
bikini ******
dry in spring
deviant things

With painful stares,
I look at you,
burning into my eyes,
the pain hurts,
but the vision is a pleasure.

Such raw beauty,
sculpted into perfection,
each curve and line,
stellar topography,
in which to get lost.

The gorgeous smell of pecans roasting,
mixed with the sweetness of coconut toasting,
chicken breast pounded into paillards,
the grill is smoking in the yard.

Garlic minced and onion chopped,
jalapeno sliced and thrown on top,
sizzling sounds as chicken meets grill,
this is going to be a tastebud thrill.

Baby bok choy goes down now
smells better than should be allowed,
a touch of brown sugar and of soy,
this will be something to enjoy.

Sticky rice bubbles and steams,
the makings of culinary dreams,
pecans and coconut stirred right in,
the rice the base to this foodga-sm.

Jalapeno herbed chicken hot and ready,
salty sweet bok choy, hold it steady,
finish it off with ice cold beer,
don't you wish you were right here?

Sizzle, pop, and steam,
the butter melting is a dream,
the earthy smell of olive oil,
added as I begin to toil.

Garlic smashed and onion diced,
thrown in with jalapeno spice,
into the pan to saute
this meal is underway.

Add the shrimp and smell the sea,
turning pink as you can see,
the smell of licorice from anise seed,
my hunger is in screaming need.

Unlid the rice and yellow steam,
from the saffron trapped sunbeam,
carrot raisin slaw, smell the sweet,
will play off of the peppers heat.

Shrimp scampi and saffron rice,
pineapple ring and slaw is nice,
Finish it off with tiramisu,
smell the coffee, taste the brew.

Dreamed, driven, dropped, dipped and departed
left behind, used like a fast food napkin
muscles strained
thoughts and pain
stream from her head and other places
wondering how this could happen
left alone in the woods
like an animal
desecrated, demoralized and discarded

I know of a place out where nobody goes  
empty underground  cistern that nobody knows
under the skeleton of a disintegrated windmill
surrounded by mesquites at the base of a hill

A crawl in game trail is the only way in
it is how I found this den of sin
my list in hand and a bottle of chloroform
I gather my quarry, as they weather  life's storm

The first in the parking lot of the movies
the next coming out of the LETS GET GROOVY
the last in the alley behind the courthouse
crept up from behind, quiet like a mouse

Tied and gagged, dragged to the den
where I intend to dispose of them
how, I am undecided
I have plenty of tools in to divide them

Chainsaws and axes, rifles and pistols
machetes and acids, even a long sharp crystal
when they wake up shackled to the wall

They will understand once and for all
that they will be disposed of piece by piece
it is doubtful if they shall ever have peace.

Damage adds character,
distress showed in lines,
her face glowed with wisdom,
and her beauty radiated from confidence
in overcoming pain through years.

The highway,
cosmic beltway,
bureaucrats bellow,
over planets in the way.

Piles of paper,
in legible legalese,
readable, yes,
but understandable,
never,

Budgets created,
and defended,
but never met,
as laughter rings,
from contractors.

The restaurant
across the galaxy,
where answers 42,
are debated over
gargle blasters.

Towels hang on every chair,
feel free to take one,
as you raise your thumb,
to the sky and hope,
for the best.

The sun is burning down on my SFA cap,
my love sits beside me, her leg up on my lap,
we are on the shores of Cedar Creek Lake,
watching boats and skiers cut a foamy wake.

Her golden skin that shows, has a **** glow,
a tan she got started in New Mexico,
the bikini she's wearing is a Texas flag,
makes it look so good, I really have to brag.

We're just doin' nothin', want to come along?
the radio is playing, come on and sing a song.
The cooler is filled with blue mountain beer,
what are you waiting for, just get on over here?

The breeze is steady and its blowing brisket smoke,
my red solo cup is full of Beam and coke,
the table is filled, with snacks and chips,
some hot and spicy queso, I can't wait to dip.

The day is waning, the moon starts to climb,
cool water and sun made the day sublime,
golden stars now fill, the heart of Texas sky,
laying on the dock, in the middle of July.

We are really good at this,
it's our favorite pastime,
relaxing doin' nothin',
really is no crime.

We're just doin' nothin', want to come along?
the radio is playing, come on and sing a song.
The cooler is filled with blue mountain beer,
what are you waiting for, just get on over here?

We're just doin' nothin', want to come along?
the radio is playing, come on and sing a song.
The cooler is filled with blue mountain beer,
what are you waiting for, just get on over here?

Do you ever wonder
if the ones you love
really know how much?

Are the hugs and kisses
and the words I love you
really enough?

The cards the gifts
and the trips
does it really show?

Is there an answer to this?
Is there any way to know?
Perhaps a bit of faith!

A little bit of hope,
that they always know,
how much love you have.

Liberties taken daily
by governments in life
the pen flows for now
until it is censored in the night

Blackmail and extortion
seems to rule the day
If you are not down
then you cannot play.

Some jailed, others praised
for breaking the same laws
special treatment for some
is a major flaw.

Bought and paid for
through cash or through fear
to run a country this way
is a poor way to steer

Hunting dove down on the backroad
way on back only the rancher knows
he doesn’t care so we wait for flight
12 gauges ready to start our plight

Ring necks, white wings, and mourning’s are game
chichi birds make us swing all the same
listening for the whistle and the beat of the wing
one of us today, will win the brass ring

Limiting out is what we’re hoping for
but if not, you couldn’t hope for more
outside with friends and family alike
kids getting bored, gone on a hike

Men at the truck with cold Coors Light
relaxing outdoors, no one’s uptight
suns getting low, they are about to fly
here they come, hear the wings sigh

Draw a bead and a lead and fire away
one bird down, hope there’s more we pray
birds on the tailgate at the end of fight
get em’ all clean before the black of the night.

Lost in concrete canyons,
lined with glass and steel,
inhabited by metal monsters,
with shiny teeth and high-pitched growls.

The canyon floor teems,
critters following along paths,
all headed somewhere,
with a semblance of importance.

Flashing lights of three colors
seems to control the flow,
stopping and starting,
as they change in pattern.

The smell ranges from
delicious sweet somethings,
to acrid black clouds that burn
and on to aromas better and worse.

Shadows dominate most of the day
but when the sun is at its peak,
a light like no other reflects and blinds
off shiny, objects and walls, incredible.

Do you ever feel,
like you're stuck in a rut,
does every day,
feel like a punch to the gut.

Nothing is right,
no matter how hard you try,
it's enough to make you,
want to sit down and cry.

Not sure how,
but you weather the storm,
you always do,
despite it's chosen form.

The river it rolls,
and the thunder does too,
you let them go past,
while eating homemade stew.

The punches keep coming,
but you throw up your guard,
you shrugged them off,
and continue, life is hard.

What makes you happy,
what makes you whole,
what fills the cracks in your soul?

Is it music, if so what tune,
a favorite meal or kind of pie,
what movie brings a tear to your eye?

What makes you you, do you know
do you have a favorite place,
what do you wear, denim or lace?

Do like the waters edge,
or do you prefer the mountain snow,
do you even really know?

Do you like a hair color,
Maybe you have a type,
Or do you make your own way, or follow the hype?

When you're in the car
do you drive or do you ride,
What makes you happy, or swell with pride?

If you do not know,  take a look inside,
you need to know yourself for true,
it the only way to be actually you.

Open desert
not a tree in sight
I stand under the moon
and soak in its light

The hunters vigor fills me
I feel the urge to growl
in the distance there's a scream
I answer with a howl

Compelled to run upon the dunes
my feet kick up the sand
I gather speed and hunger
as I sprint across the land

Nearing the scream's source
my eyes are on the scan
losing my human side
combining wolf and man

Closing in now
silent and closer I creep
homing in on the lamb
that now lays fast asleep

All alone lost from its flock
I can smell its blood
teeth gnash and bite
discharge a gushing flood

Consume it all
I do not leave a scrap
suddenly I'm in a tent
awakened by blowing flap

Lost in a forest of purple trees,
buzzing around, green man sized bees,
stingers so long they wield them swords,
one just stabbed me, oh my Lord.

Swirling thoughts as poison takes hold,
darkness looming, pain untold,
blacking out for an unknown time,
waking, naked covered in slime.

No arms, no legs and hooked to tubes,
small gray creatures skin is smooth,
they have no mouths nor no eyes,
in my mind, I hear their lies.

Hums and clicks and pops surround
mechanical devices all around,
needles drive into my eyes,
screams of pain but all inside.

Mouth stitched shut no sound comes out,
although in agony I cannot shout
at my limit, I pass out cold,
as I wake up I feel old.

Safe at home in my bed,
all must have been in my head,
I lift the sheets and go to stand
I have robot legs and hands.

Screaming now I try to run,
out the window that's not the sun,
insanity looms inside my brain,
suddenly I'm filled with shooting pain.

Days later, but the clock says hours,
I get up and hit the shower,
feeling great and spirits free,
but what's this scar on my knee?

blue-grey dreams attack,
melancholy clouds drift by
blanketing my soul

If your drinking, cause you're thinking,
about her and her new beau,
just keep pouring shots,
and let the pain all go.

Share a few, I know you can,
with the redhead that walked up,
smile at her and chat a bit,
keep filling up her cup.

The jukebox belts out country,
George Strait sings, take a chance,
as The Chair plays,
ask that gal to dance.

Two step slow, get to know,
what is she here for?
maybe she is thinking too much,
if so back to the bar and pour.

Drown you pain together
Y'all are now not all alone,
realize it's ok,
to move on from what you have known.

If your drinking, cause you're thinking,
about them and their new flow,
just keep pouring shots,
and let the pain all go.

Underwater, I am trapped,
swimming aimlessly, with no map,
out of breath, but never giving up,
I swallow the absinthe and drop my cup.

Elderberry wine, bucket chills,
a cool wind blows in window sills,
the soothing maroon of gin and juice,
the tartness in mouth, saliva sluice.

Hot amber burn of oak cask whiskey,
the look in her eye is always frisky,
grounded by the earthy of water and scotch,
I turn the heater up a notch.

Dripping drops, dripping drops,
a puddle here and there,
crimson and fading to black,
the pinestraw congealing.

The shadowed form stares,
back down the tunneled trees,
a torturous silhouette standing,
moonlight shines, but cannot identify.

A demon loose in the pines,
branching out to barren land,
but returning to his lair,
leaving a luring trail.

Do not follow the dripping drops,
smeared here and there,
if you do, your bones too,
will reside upon the pile.

Drops
run  down  
in  time  to  
zig zag  in  the
zone  of  plain  pure  bliss  
lace  on  top , adds  fun  by  
inch them  down , slow  by  the  bit  
now  with  drips  in  a straight  flow ,
gush , scream , cream , end, stop, calm , breathe  and  glow

Opiod other worlds,
narcotic neverlands,
LSD laserlight shows,
pharmaceutical fantasies.

Acid adventures,
mushroom magic,
****** euphoria,
THC travels.

Slurred rhymes read,
as the audience is filled with dread,
the drunken poet and his dream,
untouched coffee sits and steams.

It all makes sense as coffee spills,
the words on the page have been killed,
all his work destroyed by *****,
even when you win you lose.

With loving kisses and swallowed burns,
the amber fluid, for it I yearn,
it kills the pain and frees the mind,
I never heed the warning signs.

The bottles sit upon the shelf,
tempting me and my mental health,
into the bottle, I crawl inside,
a temporary painless place to hide.

Drunken remembrances of battles
and of loves conquests,
relived over and over,
through the amber in the glass

As the boulevard runs away from me,
carrying you further and further out of sight,
the delirium tremens kick in
trembling now, alone in my chair.

Hallucinations start,
my lost beauty teases,
walking by, half naked
replaying memories past.

Leaving me in a puddle
of tears and slobber,
as I attempt to detox
my soul from a drugged love.

Though love it was,
cut with more lust
and speedy encounters
with no foundation

As the sun hides behind the moon,
the noon light is suddenly removed,
night-time creatures come out,
and the daylighters hide.

In the midday darkness,
amongst the circadian confusion,
my thoughts clear,
the dark and light combine.

Love and hate,
free will and fate,
all become clear,
there is a plan.

No one knows what it is,
in the land of the noontime darkness,
nothing is revealed,
just confirmation that we know little.

Pleasant confusion in the multicolored LED's,
blinking blue icicles, dangle dangerously,
threatening to fall and pierce my eyes,
I would move, however, I am stuck in a snow angel.
Or rather, a snow angel stuck me here.

Eggnog showed me the way, held my hand in its mug handle,
as for the snow angel, she is hiding in the cave in the
snowdrift somewhere below me.
Laughing hysterically.

Santa and Frosty are also here,
grinning cherubically at my situation,
yet they offer no help, despite my pleas.
Slowly I begin to feel the Christmas Spirit.

Rudolph finally helps me out of the drift,
his red nose blinking wildly as I pull on his halter,
I stagger to my feet and stand to people clapping,
they begin to sing Silent night, as I go in the house.

With Hilary's election
Bill gets an *******
And tries to ***** his wife
Only done once in his life
As she leads in the wrong direction

Emotions strained,
heart inflamed,
soul strings plucked,
am I in luck?

Neurons working overtime,
blinding me to all her crimes.
Hormones pumping,
excitement jumping.

Goosebumps at the slightest touch,
didn't know I could feel so much.
All let out, with no shielding,
Is it lust or love that's building?

No matter which right now,
I just need, to know how?
How do I proceed,
to let her know, its her I need!

I move in for our first kiss,
she leans in no way to miss;
electric spark at the meeting,
I'm just glad my hearts still beating

Pain, love, sorrow, and much, much more
all contained in thoughts and words,
if they could all just fly away,
like a raucous flock of birds.

But instead, they visit me,
time and time again,
to peck and peck and peck at me,
like cold wet drops of rain.

Sometimes just one comes round,
I feed it seed by hand,
this I don't mind and manage,
problems are when many make demands.

They each take a piece of me,
I try to run and hide,
but alas I cannot,
because of me, they are inside.

inspired ghostly images,
burned into retina thoughts,
in the end, life is empty,
even though it is hard fought.

playground swings hang limp,
laughter and smiles all dried and gone,
the wind whistles through the nothing,
a long and lonely song.

no birdsongs here,
no leaves of green,
a rarified emptiness,
there simply is no scene.

The muddy brown brook crawled,
through the supporting legs,
of the red brick bridge,
as clouds cast gray shadows.

The muted mumble of water,
squirming through rocks,
in the narrow shallows,
faded as I walked its bank.

Turquoise skies peeked through,
and golden sun rays spotlighted,
points of interest in nature,
as I followed the waterway.

Boulders of granite glisten,
as dew pooled and ran,
down the craggy sides,
augmenting the glistening of quartz.

Red ants and emerald beetles,
scurry over sticks and stones,
that littered the narrow trail,
I duck and dodge myself as I stroll.

Silver thorns on fresh green briar,
grab my blue jeans, sinking their teeth in
deeper as I struggle, piercing skin
and I feel a crimson drip begin.

Squirrels shout and bark at me,
telling me to leave, as I emerge
into the great devoid openness,
of the asphalt parking lot.

Scattered across eons
In the dark matter tides
Souls energy destined
To enjoy the ride

Coalescing occasionally
Into a being alive
Hoping to learn
For growth it strives

A lifetime lived
Other souls touched
Some in passing
Others loved too much

Scattered back to the cosmos
On a funeral pyre
A plane of existence
Taken a notch higher

Entwining energies
Wait to meet again
On distant planets
To be embodied in skin

Until then though
Surf the solar winds
Seeing the universe
Until breathing again

In the moonlight glow,
I see her painted toes,
as we lay on the beach,
her body is in my reach.

Grains of sand
grind between our hands,
with such force,
a new diamonds source.

From within my pocket, I draw a ring,
I lean over to her, as my heart sings,
slip the ring on her finger,
give her a kiss, that starts to linger.

The stars reflect in her eyes,
as she reacts to the surprise,
she rolls over on top of me
her smiling beauty is all I see.

With mumbled yes's into my lips
and roaming hands and grinding hips
engagement beach, the sky shines bright
I hold on to her with all my might.

Life is full of pestilence,
and it is but a game,
but enjoy the pleasures,
and be glad you came.

True equality is what is wished for
But what if you really opened that door
What would be on the other side?
I’m not sure we’d enjoy the ride

Individuality dies with equality
There are no choices you see
If everyone has to have the same things
No one gets to win the brass ring

No more people like you and people like me
If the same is all we ever get to be
The same model car and the same clothes
The same old food in the same homes

The same haircut and the same color
Or we are all clean shaved so much the duller
The same education for everybody
You’re paid the same as anybody

Sports would all end in a tie
If there still played at all… sigh
No more winners, No more losers
No choices so no choosers

There are no differing opinions you see
When you’re a victim of true equality
No reason to strive
There is no ladder to climb

No reward for hard work
Are you feeling the irk?
No matter what, you cannot get ahead
It’s almost as if you are full of lead

But that just it, no ahead to get
When everyone gets what everyone gets
The Thought police are out in full force
No one is married or there is no divorce

No kids at all or everyone has 2
There is no longer me and no longer you
When equal society is the important thing
Everyone gets to feel every sting

Orwellian yes
But truth none the less
The only people different are the ones in charge
While everyone suffers they live it large

They get to decide how much you’re alive
And they can tell you 2+2=5
So how does this strike you?
Will that work for you too?

I’m not a fan
Of this little plan
Because not everyone is the same
No matter what people will claim

We don’t think the same thoughts
We don’t call the same shots
Not even twins are exactly the same
And if we all were, what a boring game

Just a bunch of clones, going nowhere
Just dull and drab, no bling and no flair.
Yet that is what current society prescribes
Even though were all from different tribes

If we ever achieve true equality
Remember sometimes wishes end badly

Pastel palette paints the evening sky
as the rush hour traffic flies by.
Lemmings on the run,
do they notice the setting sun?

Brush strokes in orange and blue,
colors the sky in gorgeous hues.
The light posts, hold up the canvas
much like the shoulders of the god Atlas

Verdant green trees, silhouetted in black,
caress the sky, above the highways track.
The sign up says ahead my exit looms,
when I get home the primrose will bloom.

Out of the traffic, just a sliver of light,
a fading gem of the day, glowing bright
I watch it as darkness fall with no fright.
Then it winks out as day says goodnight

My mind projected,
thoughts land on lily pads,
rising and falling,
as the waves head to shore.

Assimilating energy,
coalescing into solid matter,
the bullfrog dives in,
the lake of possibilities.

Swimming in sunken desires,
consumed by the passing bass,
combined essences now emerge,
evolving scales and aggression.

Crawling onto the sun-beaten landscape,
dried until fragile,
breaking into thousands
of tiny ants scattering.

I awaken from my nap,
at the water's edge,
on a park bench,
in a state of fugue.

Imagined faces in water vapor,
changing rapidly to rabbits,
whites and blues and grays.

Brush stroke winds,
paint the creations,
floating overhead.

Green fronds surround,
I lay in the breeze,
and watch the evolving art.

Never hidden from sight,
the moral authority searches,
anonymous no more,
as microscopes quests.

Looking for meanings within meanings,
if any inkling of offense is found,
expect a social media stoning,
nothing can be let go.

Satellites, traffic cams, on every phone,
there is no escape, no recourse,
desert islands are no more,
everything can be seen, even under your skin.

We can look to the beginning of creation,
Hubble's eyes see deep,
Keppler examining long distances
attempting to find other habitable worlds.

Tethered to sea creatures,
patrolling the dark and pressured depths,
it is a visual world,
and there is no escape.

Examining eyes, stare my way,
but these I don't mind at all,
baby blues belonging to my wife,
attached to a smile.

Existence is futile,
here for a moment,
then cast out
into the cosmos.

Remembered briefly
by those we touch,
then their fire too,
burns out.

Ashes in the wind,
grains of sand,
blown about,
never to re-form.

But the essence
lives on,
impulses swirl,
through the dark matter.

Searching for a host,
no knowledge of time,
memories retained,
but inaccessible.

Lost
I search
Yet I find
Nothingness

Found
It was located
What you ask
Nothingness

Nothing
Surrounds me
A void
Something

Moves in the distance
A flash
A spark
A flicker

Just outside
The realm
Of seeing
Mystery

Intrigued
I focus
Looking
There

Questions
Closer
But not any clearer
Fear

Waiting
Approaching
Waiting
What could it be

Expectations
Rise
In my sea
Of nothing

Nothing is owed to you
by basic fact of life
everything has a price
love, time, respect, things

If you want these then you must work,
as they cannot be freely given
at least not forever
You must earn them

Be honest and true to the ones you love
It may require sacrifices on your part
To get respect, you must first show respect
You must sometimes place others above you

You would like to spend precious time
Then act so it behooves one to do so
Material things are.not wild fruit, free to pick,
must give your work, time, love and respect

The piper must always be paid
So be ready for the price
Nothing is free to you
So let it be done