There is something refreshing about the sea,
a renewing of the soul,
a reconnection to the earth,
a resetting of circadian rhythms.

The sounds of crashing waves,
the roaring of the wind,
the saline taste of the water,
and exfoliating grit of the sand.

Bright sun's warmth, tanning skin,
renewing vitamin D levels,
coconut butter lotions,
enhancing relationships with sol.

Laughter from overhead, as the gull's joke,
majestic brown pelicans riding the breeze,
clams digging back in after each passing wave,
jumping mullet splashes, and the dolphins breathe.

Flashing silver scales of mud minnows,
and quick eye-catching motion of mole *****,
the fear of the pinch of the blue crab,
terror of a shark bite or sting ray barb possibilities.

So much life at the land's edge,
to see, hear, feel, taste and question,
for those who have never been,
can never understand the primordial need.

Use the words of poetry,
to find and ease the sorrow,
find a way to enjoy,
the time on earth we have borrowed.

Though I travel far and wide,
I never really leave her side.
Down gravel roads and interstates,
I'm never alone in my fate.

Summer's day or winter's night,
I always keep it in my sight.
Out of country or out of town,
when I think of her I cannot frown.

Wherever I am,
her heart shines bright
Like a beacon in the night,
like a laser, her love is strong.
I follow it home where I belong.

Text messages or cell phone chats,
helps me to remember that;
passion burns in the night,
feel the heat from her heart light.

Out of country or out of state,
heading home I'm never late.
Bad weather or other delay
somehow, I'll figure out a way

Wherever I am,
her heart shines bright
Like a beacon in the night,
like a laser, her love is strong.
I follow it home where I belong

A huge deep breath and hold,
behind my eyes I feel pressure,
pulsating, lub dub, lub dub, lub dub,
releasing air and relaxing completely.

Thoughts now cleared,
I decide on my feelings,
choose the person I want to be today,
after all these are my decisions.

Undecided at this moment,
another inhale and hold,
released explosively,
through flapping lips, resigned.

Today, I will simply be me,
no decisions, no choice,
the real and only me,
with no filter and no apologies.

Eve
the embodiment of beauty
yet bad judgment
changes our view

Painted passion
***** lips
ignites desire
all eyes
on her
as she purses
all wish
for a kiss

Share and share alike
like the village bike
jaded to extremes
loss of all your dreams
searching and searching
for love that's lurking
but never finding
one that's binding.

More is not necessarily better
and less is sometimes not enough
but just right
and a kiss goodnight

Heated memories
entranced in summer sun
resonate forever in mind

Kismet brought us together
in a short time
still in love
summer souls fastened

This dress barely conceals
her curves and shapes
instinctively my hands explore
never before touched places
knowing smiles on her lips
secrets conveyed with looks

Lemony sweetness on her lips
using every ounce of appeal
started a spark
that continues today

lost inside a vision,
trapped inside a touch,
crushed red velvet dreams,
white fleece trim is just too much.

overloaded sensations,
softness on my skin,
this naughty little elf,
has aroused my sin.

hats cotton ball tassel,
dragged all over me,
has me excited,
I think that she can see.

her fingers roam around,
my undecorated tree,
silky soft touches,
almost set me free.

her gifts are all wrapped up,
but I'm about to see to that,
throw her to the bed,
and put on her red hat.

pulling on a string,
the robe opens wide,
a gorgeous Christmas dream,
had been trapped inside.

I feast on her cookies,
and drink up all her milk,
and give her a present ...
deep inside her silk!

wake up Christmas morning,
bodies tangled in red fleece,
her hat still on my head,
she asks for another present, please.

Searching eyes shine blue,
looking through the sea
of never ending humanity
for the only you.

Luscious lips lick lasciviously,
salivating suddenly, sun shines
upon her glorious find,
she will fight tenaciously.

Holding her love close,
defending her righteous claim,
marking her territory visually,
so all others know.

With gripping soft hands,
and little kisses placed
upon lips and cheeks
in sight of others.

Destined to die,
erased from all of history
unless you dig DNA deep
and under yards of soil.

I am but a fossil,
a piece of mitochondria,
imbuing few traits,
but allowing for future generations.

I am no-one and nowhere,
yet I cross borders,
and reach through the threads,
of history and of time.

Dust brushed off an artifact,
a skull, a jaw, phalanges,
bone or flint knife,
a piece of ancient pottery.

My fingerprints are everywhere,
yet invisible to most,
continuing to live under the surface,
but extinct for millennia.

Inside her robe she holds a secret,
one I'd really love to peek at,
the knowledge of the universe,
codified into her curves.

There are times you get some hints,
and not always on accident,
like on sunny days down at the beach,
bits of info are in reach.

Or in the winter, sweater weather,
you can see the cover but no letters,
you search and study and hope and pray,
that education will be yours someday.

So enjoy the lessons on yoga day,
and the classes while she's at play,
take in all the glimpses that you can,
to one day graduate is the plan.

My love for you runs deep,
in a crystal clear spring;
hidden from sight,
in the cave of my soul.

It emerges as a waterfall,
when I kiss your lips;
or squeeze you in an embrace,
which sometimes leads to more.

With gentle care I explore,
your body and your soul;
with my hearts fingertips,
I tease you till you glow.

Erupting love from within,
the volcano in both of us;
mixes and ties us together,
as the knot pulls tight.

Our arteries and veins,
slowly braid combined;
hearts begin to merge,
as we become one.

No longer hidden,
in the cave of souls;
our love shines like the sun,
glowing for all to see

Quails in a covey
Hide under cover of brush
Flush unsuspecting

Encountered memories
                     flash through my mind
                                         forming a basis
on how to proceed

A kiss is but a kiss
             but sometimes fraught with meaning
                                           and changes everything past it
for better or worse

No way to know
             so go ahead
                       pursed lips
ignite passion

Mornings light reveals an empty bed
                                   an answer to a question
                                                         hope springs eternal
even if it sets us up

In free fall, emotional spiral,
                 toward the spinning singularity
                                                 headed off by a smile
and a giggle

A robe wrapped thing of beauty
                                   comes back in the room
                                                       with two cups of coffee
and the glue for my emotions

Golden lightning strikes
orange flames bloom like flowers
ancient man harvests

All I need is beer and family,  
when we get together its complete insanity,
I look around and there's not much vanity,
sometimes though its complete calamity.

The sight of her
brings a smile,
whether in pajamas
or dressed with style.

To see her move,
to taste her kiss,
is true luxury,
I don't want to miss.

Just like golden fluid,
squeezed from bears,
drizzled over toast,
or cinnamon pears.

It's what I call her
as she buzzes around,
tending our hive,
humming jubilant sounds.

She pollinates me
and makes me grow,
this is forever,
it's not hard to know.

Honeyed sweet lust
drips a trail
I long to travel
tongue travail

Pert and round
ripe, ready to pick
my mouth waters
as I long to lick

Anticipation pains me
I want to dig in
my body readies
for original sin

Salivary sensations
toppings galore
this time its honey
no need for more

Here it is, its all for you
a sound that's sort of new
fiddles play, and steel guitars
***** tonkin' at the bar

Cowboys groove
cowgirls move
belly's rub and buckles clink
now its time for a drink

Pearl snap shirts and cinch jeans
so tight, creates a scene
as she drops low to the floor
hear and see, the crowd roar

Grabs a hat from his head
he hopes later, she's in his bed
red hair swished back and forth
married guys hope for divorce

Up on the bar, she does dance
everybody stares, there is no glance
flings his hat across the room
and starts ***** dancing with the broom

All eyes peeled, as the music dies
she looks around and there's no surprise
dudes lined up, ready drinks to buy
she walk back to her guy

Dreams dashed and turned to mush
coming down, adrenaline rush
everybody settles in
as the band begins again

Some say it springs eternal,
but to me it feels infernal,
glowing embers smoldering,
but no help to the weight I'm shouldering.

whipped to a froth
ooey gooey goodness
sizzle and pop

slowly heating
and firming
both sides

fluffy mounds
slowly drizzled
silky sweet syrup

my knife slowly penetrates
melting butter runs
I taste slowly

now running down my cheeks
sticky sweet deliciousness
I go back for more

Kaleidoscopic lighting strikes,
like when I learned to ride a bike,
couldn't wipe the smile from my face,
when I look upon her face.

Like Christmas morning trampoline,
jumping up and down, exciting,
meeting your hero out on the street,
when I look at her, my heart skips a beat.

Merlot lips, promises sugary sweet
My candy girl invites with a treat
Her skin a study in creamy perfection
With her cherry lollipop, she gives direction

A music conductor with her baton
Directing my tongue hither and yon
Her natural flavors mingled with cherry
Saccharine sweet she is confectionery

Sticky and sweet loving complete
Into the shower to make us all neat
Washing and rubbing start a fire
Electrocuting each other, sparks from a wire

It is amazing what a Lollipop can do
Sweet little treat for me and for you
How many licks does it take to be gone
As many as possible just follow along.

Whipping winds froth the clouds,
feathers flutter and fluffed, battling cold,
failed fruitless flight as night falls.

Roosting and brooding,
head held prominently,
as the eyes search,
one on the weather,
the other on danger.

Huddling ******,
tree take over,
muffled caws,
continues uninterrupted.

Waiting to wing,
after the storm passes,
searching out death,
as an easy meal.

Hunting in a box stand
on a piece of  leased land
waiting, buck to walk by
wind and rain from the sky

Feeder goes off, throwing corn
day after thanksgiving morn
little six point walks by
it makes you want to cry

Because he's not 13 inches wide
waiting, shift in the chair side to side
check out the windows, all directions
ones bound to walk by, expectations

Pair of doe hop in feeder
disappear behind a cedar
waiting is hunting
hunting is waiting

Antlers is all you see
coming from behind that tree
stops and smells your doe scent lure
supposed to work simple and pure

Be still now, move real slow
slide your rifle out the window
calm your breathing look through the scope
with buck fever now you must cope

Aim behind the shoulder, hold your breath
pull the trigger hope for instant death
takes a few steps, down he goes
more points than you have fingers and toes

Pack up your stuff, go get the truck
bring it back, load the buck
gut, skin and quarter
do it in that order

Don't forget the tenders and straps
into sausage but those perhaps
in the cooler all that goes
become fried steak with potatoes

How bout gravy and some beans
sounds like dinner know what I mean
what you hope for every time
doesn't always sitting in the blind.

Back in the stand for evening hunt
doe ***** scent and call that grunts
binoculars to take a look
**** the time, a good book

Feeder throws at 4:25
be ready now,  look alive
here they come, three doe's
eating on corn they go

All three heads come up and look
ready haunches about to book
relax again, another doe
hoped for a buck, all is woe

Look through binos, scan around
just a bunch of cactus mounds
waiting and watching, patiently
called hunting, not killing you see

Wait, and wait some more
fox walks by the stand door
doe's look up, they are spooked
I get ready to aim and shoot

Big eight walks out in full stride
has to be twenty-four  inches wide
look through the scope, see a drop tine
not an eight but a big boss nine

He's not stopping, I grunt the call
turns broadside, ready to fall
squeeze the trigger, feel the kick
he kicks once, dead right quick

Work begins once more
break out the knife start the chore
gut and skin And quarter again
thank goodness I brought my friend

Fill the freezer for the year
day is done time for a beer

"I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel",
Johnny cash sings 'Nails
and I understand.

The pain of this life
is a cumulative thing
burrowing slowly at first
then quickly into your soul.

Some look for love
others just numbness
from wherever and whoever
they can find it.

With my words upon the page,
I can fill you up with rage,
or I can make you see the dance,
of the redhead ******* stage.

Transport you to foreign lands,
or at the game up in the stands,
float you on the ocean's waves,
your imagination at my command.

I can take you to the moon,
or have you humming a catchy tune,
give you visions of naked flesh,
bikini girls and beach sand dunes.

You are caught on my pen tip,
watching the ink on to paper slip,
waiting for every next word,
to take you on a mental trip.

I can write in free verse,
I can write in rhyme,
I enjoy drinking beer,
I enjoy drinking wine.

I can write things abstract,
I can write things concrete,
I can write things unsaid,
I can write things complete.

I cannot solve your problems,
I cannot cure your pain,
I cannot stop the sun,
I cannot stop the rain.

I cannot heal your virus,
I cannot heal the hate,
I cannot seal the chasm
only you can pick your fate.

Cinnamon, ginger
nutmeg and clove
there she is
in front of the stove

Slaps my hand
as I try to taste
its a shame
this time to waste

Heating up
by the minute
I can't wait
to get up in it

Syrupy sweet
juices flowing
the ovens heat
has it glowing

I slip in a finger
to her surprise
I just can't wait
to taste the pie

How I long
to add whip cream
eat it up
and lick it clean

The pie is ready
for me to eat
Oh I love
my Pumpkin's treat

Ask me what I want to do, go fish
if I had a genie, it’s what I would wish
in the lake, river, creek or pond
eagerly cast next to a fern frond

Wiggle my bait and work it some more
hoping a fish cannot ignore
flipping up under docks
or the edges of piles of rocks

Working the tree stumps
waiting on a big thump
on my lure, adrenaline pumps
waiting for the end of my rod to jump

Bass, on Carolina, Alabama, or Texas rigs
crappie and pan fish I’ll catch on a jig
white bass and hybrids, on slabs and spoons
I have even caught them casting at  loons

Sam Rayburn, Cedar Creek or Lake Fork
I’m getting excited just like a dork
Tawakoni, Amistad, or Nacogdoches
if I ran out of bait, man I would use roaches

Livingston, Stryker, or the Trinidad  Lake
catching some fish, fry them up on a plate
bait cast, and spin cast, pushbuttons oh wow
I also can fly-fish, I taught myself how

Gar, carp and buffalo, anything that bites
looking for something to make my line tight
Matagorda, or Galveston, or Port A
I have no problems fishing  the bay

Intercoastal waterway or out in the surf
no problems cooking surf and turf
Black drum, Red fish or Speckled trout
as long as they’re biting I’ll never pout

Whiting, and Croakers and even Hardheads
catching are fun, getting the slime off you dread
gaff tops are pretty, but just as slimy nasty
I’ve never had any, I hear their pretty tasty

Flounders are flat and so are sting rays
but if that’s what’s biting I’ll fish everyday
jacks, and mackerel and bonnet head sharks
so many fish in the ocean, that’s just a start.

How about invasives, silver carp and snakeheads
cast for the snakehead, jumping carp in a net
I’ve fished lots of bass, native and Florida strain
but there is one thought that sticks in my brain

Is I’d like to go catch some peacock bass
top water action would really kick ***.
catch and release or serve it up in a dish
as you can see I really love to fish

Lost in wondrous places
no limits inside here
rattling around my skull
thoughts augmented by the beer

Chasing them around all day
to put them on the page
makes me really tired
as I put them on the stage

I check into the Ritz
located in my soul
sleep on a buttery *******
and this rest does make me whole

Sleep is fast and hard
then I'm back it again
running through my neurons
looking for a place to swim

Fishing for my next write
casting out my line
wondering if it will have teeth
or if it will be divine

Living in the mind
is a scary place to be
sometimes things get out
you want no one to see

I talk down to myself
in Hotel Soulifornia
I try to escape
and say I tried to warn

Hear the horns in September
flights of fantasy to remember
the kalimba rings in the tune
as Jupiter crosses behind the moon

Trumpets blast a ready call
all get ready for the ball
a night of flavors to be had
songs written to destroy sad

Feel the beat from different places
pleasant vibrations in your spaces
sends you where you need to be
this kind of music sets you free

Curvy beats, that do inspire
experience Serpentine fire
shining star, take me away
these songs have much to say

Golden sphinxes in my mind
mental trip not hard to find
falsetto tones up in the sky
some so beautiful, make you cry

I'm not from Compton,
the trailer park, or the hood,
just livin' my life,
doing what I should.

I like to hunt,
I love to fish,
at night watch the stars,
sometimes I wish.

I have a boat,
it has no name,
happily married,
running no game.

The radio plays,
the windows are down,
I sing out loud,
I don't care who's around.

I'm from Texas
love the woods and the coast,
hell even out west,
the desert with the wires and posts.

Tumbleweeds rolling
near and far,
let's take a ride,
get in the car.

From the city to the country,
from the sand to the trees,
living my life,
happy and free.

when the ease of childhood
is replaced by reality
like a hammer to the forehead

Blurred images of reality,
spread across the canvas,
pastel mirages entice me,
to enter the dreamscape.

Mental impressions,
transferred by brush,
transports me to Argenteuil,
to share a drink with Claude.

Tucked sails rolled away,
as mainmasts rock in the breeze,
the gentle lapping of water,
reaches my ears.

Details seep into consciousness,
but quickly dissipate,
much like the smokestacks ejecta,
filters away in the background.

Resuscitating me to breathe,
pressing on my hearts strings,
raising my eyes, to a life bringing beauty.

Loving tears seep into crevices,
rehydrating and invigorating,
visions and smells of love.

Using breath to change my form,
like a glass-blower sculpting,
bringing out my inner glow.

Coaxing me into new shapes,
taking me to new levels,
with heated breaths and skilled hands.

Ankle deep water caresses us,
we walk hand in hand over the sands of time,
revisiting memories, literally and mentally,
vacationing on the beach where love bloomed.

To be folded into your love,
an origami sculpture of two hearts,
to sail away on a paper airplane.

summer blazes hot,
the greens of spring fade to brown,
lakes and shade beckon

Treasures hidden in plain sight,
covered by the daily layers,
can be seen from above and below,
given the right angles and conditions.

Intrigue piqued,
as the search continues,
watching and shifting,
moments and opportunities.

While remaining untouchable,
except in rare occasions,
occasionally everything lines up,
leaving you a vision burned into memory.

But once seen,
you long to see again,
through the layers,
the game continues.

Ipad light illuminates
a beautiful face
blue eyes glow
leaning on pillows
as a long lean finger
traces a path on the screen
like her love has done
across my heart

The last handful of soil
the end of my toil
I am left alone
will I atone

The vault creaks
settling now, no leaks
so I can decompose
surrounded by stone

Time passes, Remorse fades
does anyone come and visit my grave
it matters not, I am not there
just a useless body in disrepair

I have gone far away
I have left no need to stay
combined with the universal tides
simply along now to enjoy the ride

I stop and stare into the nothing,
yet the emptiness is full,
the cosmos oozes energy,
this planets nearly at it's pool.

Filled to the brim
but no one sees,
the knowledge
hidden in the trees.

In the rocks,
and grains of sand,
even at this place,
on which we stand.

Open your eyes,
feel destiny,
it's not self fulfilling,
if you can see.

Tap the well,
expand your mind,
explore history
and space and time.

It's all here,
but beyond our grasp,
sealed by a lock,
we've failed to unclasp.

Perhaps one day
we will uncrypt,
the information,
and start the trip.

Summer bronze skin
surrounds alabaster white
bikini tan lines
as she stands in front of the mirror

Just in from the pool
I can smell the chlorine
as I watch her undress
a whiff of coconut sunscreen

Ruby red ******* stand *****
In the air-conditioned flow
I caress her from behind
kiss her neck softly

Connect the dots with my tongue
I taste the summer salty sweat
a musky smell fills my nose
as her legs part

I naked too
now am extended
as I feel her wetness
from behind

Squeezing *******
and now at entry
the slick sensation
of loves fluids

*******
excitation
celebration
inebriation

Drunk in the ***** moment
as bodies merge
in passionate friction
as heat ignites

Cool shower water
calms us down
and keeps the flames
from combusting us

The smell of clean water
flowery soap
mixes with the aroma
of love in the air

Satisfied and showered
into the bed sheets
where it all starts again
in the smell of linen

The exhalations of smoke,
from everyone's ****,
******* in the air,
freed all us from care.

Evening rain
moon sparkles
outside the barn
sensual sky inspiration

Strip tease
soaking wet
pants and *******
peeled off in a dance

Bra undone and removed
from the arm of my shirt
wet white linen
hides nothing from his eyes

Unbuttoned it slowly
revealing his prize
farmers tanned *******
perked by cooling rain

Muscled buttocks
beg for a smack
step up in the chair
and ride it to the ground

On my knees
Frisbee my hat
in his direction
naked he approaches

Excited and ready
I can tell, he is unzipped
my mouth awaits
dripping in the rain

Coffee poured in my cup,
it sits there and steams,
as I go to the fridge,
and fetch a bit of cream.

Hazelnut or plain,
causes little splashes,
as I pour it in the cup,
the colors, at first clashes.

The brewing storm,
in my coffee cup,
is quick to subside,
as I stir it up.

White and black collide,
to make café au lait,
something new is born,
it happens every day.

There is a monster in my head
that is always famished
I feed it books and TV shows
but it is never satisfied

Peyote travels
dreamer awakens
man raven imparts wisdom
vivid images and knowledge
downloaded dreamscape
conciousness
eyes wide, fire burns,
feather in hand

Her inner spark,
barely contained,
deep inside,
her beautiful frame.

A kiss on her lips,
feel her heat,
ignites my fire,
heart skips a beat.

My love shines brighter than the sun,
no matter how far, to you, I'll run,
sweep you up, into my arms,
give you all my tender charms,

With this promise, mine to give,
for our lives, with me please live,
share my house and my name,
forever can we play this game.