you could burn me at the stake
use me as a dish rag
so I write on the topic of ***
my critics disagree with me
I'm still holding my own
holding hand to the pen
won't you be my faithful friend
until the end
I will raise the bar higher
seeking love's flamed desire
giving cadence to the simple
had to pop my pimple

Mario love's everyone
takes his time having a bit of fun
has music in his skin
fan the flame of reason
attracts himself to positive people
very often you will see him near the church steeple
has written over 4,000 poems to date
but this is not his fate
learns from the best
sees life as a test
strong belief in Jesus
it's in him he rests

Mario is filled with happiness & laughter
loves his many fans world wide
he has nothing to hide
for he can visibly see the other side
when time will be no more
when things become a blur
he will exist as a vapor then am no more
read his many pieces
Has been diagnosed as both psychophrenic & bipolar
yet he will not let that deter him from his passion in writing

Old Crow

Old crow
Tired and lazy' against the day
Dark skies
Lost in blacks and whites and grays
Howling north wind
Sure takes a man's fight away

Wastelands,
A dreamer's home on his best day
Hard rain
Drops the leaves and makes the colors fade
And talks cheap,
But for the words of time they'll ave the last say
Oh the words of time, they'll have the last say

And the harvest is in, it wasn't much
May I have enough to get by
The baskets were light, not a muscle ached
And somehow I feel I'm going to die
The winter is coming and the signs say hard
I've never seen such a haunting sky

For on the mountains, frost in the wind
And somehow I feel I'm going to die
Full moon
Lonely above the old oak tree line
Old crow
Hanging empty in the black sky
And a nighthawk
Circles her in silence as she flies
Old crow, all alone she flies

A Universal Mirage

Here alone I sit
Wondering what it's all about
Taking every little bit
Trying to sort it out

The world once was born
Under some ingenuous being
None of us are slightly torn
We do without seeing

When grabbing some time
We have tried to break the seal
Without one sensible rhyme
it wraps us in its chill

We hold life by strings
That knot together without cause
it constantly pulls with wings
Doing so without pause

Delightful Excursion
beg at me to blow
a stop at New Mexico
faces, space & grow
minus the vibrant chore
hit the middle in search to deliver
travel deep in the wood you got hold of things yet
peril suspension with words well claimed
poets to poetry a word to set men free
on a delightful excursion barren tree maze
the first steps to peril mistakes
caring, sharing & crossing
keep your head up high
traveling blissful sigh

In the avenues of thought you stirred up ripples
And waves, and raised all the dust that had settled
On everything that sat within the circumference
Of a space between two meanings
A tale of two cities

And stared down the twin barrel of ill fate
While the large jawed kings of your time
And the plain faced queens of circumstance
Searched for deeper meaning in their alleged souls

Upon a time, standing upon a place of memories
Which time had mugged and murdered
And killed half the things you had treasured
Questions led to answers
And the answers to more questions
If it was a match you would have known
You were no match
So you threw in the towel and quit trying

And mumbled an unrepeatable obscenity
And offered your toil tortured *******
And cussed out an irrevocable infinity

A man with two legs and a crutch, clasping
A pair of blistered hands, clutching
A collection of mirrors containing the images
Of a man who fit that exact description
Whose eyes stared into far spaces
A man crippled and crumbling
Whose feet stomped in lanky paces
Upon a path at half past forgotten
And all the large jawed kings of time
And all the plain faced queens of circumstance

In the wake of all the drama that began to unfold
You caught yourself fumbling in half steps
Afraid and cold, feeling suddenly old
To the rhythm of a heart that beat in half measures
And the sign said - Closed because of weather
From which you derived no pleasure

In the shadow of memory, upon a time of plenty
You lingered upon feasts once partaken
Where the sun had shone bright on many
In a sea of plenty you had nothing, life dilapidated
It was there, you would have sworn to it
It was there, this fact, as you had known it
Handled by those hands, of own eyes obligated

Incandescence shines through this dullness
Lights up the passages of time and allows us
To pass through and to pass up opportunities
To lose our ways in the vast perpetuity

Where silence raged with the raw tonnage
Of a boundless herd of oceanic waves

And speech and noise went unheard and unheeded
The matters which mattered were sealed and hidden
Clusters of mutterings staggered and settled
And in settling, died and gathered dust
Much as they do now. Much as they did now

In the end we clung to the branches of abstracts
Something hidden to the eyes but open to the mind
Let the reader understand, the rock on which I stand

skeletal bones in the hidden residue
to escape with its fashionable decorum
hidden inside there is a map
a scroll to tell us where is the buried treasure
turn right on interpass twelve
quick left passed the brook
under an oak tree with a chain attached is the buried treasure
one must endure the crazed wild dogs that desert the area
we reached are destination and began to dig
just a little bit further & we would find
a box with the latch kept open
to my surprise I realized it was filled with jewels or vast rich taste
for I hurried to leave when
a cold clap in the dark would light the inner spark of what it was I have been waiting for
there was a stranger that drew nearer stating, " I will tell you your future".
left to my own devices I  made a choice to speak with this strange fellow
Stating further, "Tonight as you sleep on your pillow angels will deliver your jewels to God."
for I couldn't believe what I was hearing but kept starring
then the stranger held my hand with the tender hope that I would understand
through the duration of time I suddenly created a rhyme
a challenge to be free is a question of time.
Then the figure vanished out of mid air I proceeded to take the jewels with me.
night fell & I began to fall into a deep sleep
there in a dream the angel stated, "You will sew what you reap".
yet they said not to fear to continue to keep the jewels without any tear.
in the morning i would arise then proceed to cash in my investment with a vendor
later to surrender to the fact that they were in the miliions of dollars
all my dreams have come true but have I bitten far more then I could ever chew
I wondered what to do but then I realized what the angel in my dream had said
suddenly I became the richest man in the land hopefully someday all will understand ?

All for one

tre three penny das ta do
juniper juniper the opened mass
turn over your yarn
to the tormentors
stir the ***
breach of peace

the ancients taught
a silo bent through an accord
the time has come
all for one

Today I looked out
choose the keepers swing;
to hear the telephone ring
get together music venture
look deep beneath the color grey
A Hallmark moment to read
to care for a flower in well need

Today I sit as in a pillar
make no mistake some call it fate
take career not to interfere
listen to the wind flow

carry me through the breeze
shattered upon the oceanic gem
look deep below the pillars swing;
sift right through the sand

when to understand
Eternity is a forever game
below the filter of a new horizon
Rose out from the radiance

Love in Bloom

'Twas a golden day in autumn
When he walked into my life
He brought the music that I thought was gone
He brought the sunshine back to this heart of mine

He brought the happiness that had evaded me so long
Our lives are so entwined in a pattern only by fate's hand
We walk together hand in hand as we travel this land
He has given us rainbows, flowers and songs,

And the hands of our loved ones to help us along
He has given us blessings to brighten our way
And always the gift of another new day
It was the hands of fate that brought us together

The sounds of music that made our hearts glad,
The happiness we share,
That special understanding which shows we care
We are swift to give praise but slow to complain

God gives us sunshine and rain
He gives happiness and pain
We ask not for wealth or fame
Our needs he will provide as we walk side by side.

Out On the Weekend

burid beneath  the sea
a quest to tranquility,
di if you will a picture
you am I engaged in a kiss
the sweat of your body covers me
can you picture this
Frday, Saturday & Sunday too
we have bitten off far more then we could chew
what are we willing to do
pacifer your willing desire
a gun for higher

elect the one with potential

Have you ever liked a girl
That you hope likes you ?
You wish there was a way
For it all to come true

That you could be together
To have and to hold
Forever and ever until you both grow old
You wish she was yours

And you were hers
To spend life together
For better of for worse
For richer or for poor

You would always be there
Through sickness and health
To show you care,
To share your problems with and your good times too

And to hear those special words I love you
Is that so much to ask ? Is that so unfair ?
To want someone else, no matter what,
To always be there.

there is an opening in my heart that will light a simple spark to what we need to know
nestled in the very fabric of man's existence is used to shun the resistance at every circumstance...
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
feathers flown by angelic beings taunt the very fabrication of my inner minds eye
as I look deep into her penetrating eyes it is only then i could see our future
filled up with hope and love for a better tommorow amidst the pain & sorrow
shadows block the vortex in the brightness of the pupil in my eye
come with me to the garden
alone and chosen to appear
lavender base with a hook in the air
baby's breath permeates the stream of moss left on the cobblestone square
left mesmorized through all those twisted lies does it come at any big enough surprise

love has gained it also has lost through one forbiddens soul that was tossed
onto the forbidden sea nestled in its tranquility in our make believe
marked the one willing to achieve the best out of sullen brevity
the foretaste of whats to become in all of kingdom come it can't be undone
Caviar, wine & cheese
start spreading love's disease
got to be in the move to catch you in the grove
pulls your heart in many directions amidst its aniquated affections
philosophers, intellectuals & average Joes
each of us can embrace loves torn embrace not some Peyton Place from outer space
you can meet me halfway above the sky toward are destined reason why

The Decision

When I was young I looked at life differently
Through a small lens of scope

Now that I'm old let the truth be told...
A lie is still a lie and the truth a truth

Made a choice to turn to a power
That's much greater then myself

Some put that book right back on the shelf
As a child I looked up at the clouds

Making beautiful pictures of the vast formations
As the many years would pass

I had every reason in which to grasp
Life's greatest mysteries to impart

There's a line being drawn in the sand
Hopefully someday all will understand

Shadows block the memory from my mind
One word in the dark has come to light

Never relent to ever give up on the fight.

In the days of nobel breed
A king sought out a nobel deed
Through his briars of ivory tower
Seeking a claim of further desire
Yet through the green moss brigade
A solemn vow to raise the dead
What was going on inside his head
The king then formed a committee
For the right to display the royal crown
Many who lived in the village square
Suddenly drew near out of fear
To bask in the vast expanse of the crown
It was placed in a case at the theatre of the round
The court jester amused the crowd
A crowd that loved to see the crown
That very day the king made a speech
For everyone to come together
Then at last he wore the crown
There was silence then without a sound
The crown royal on on display
Everyone began to pray
What a turning point for a brand new day

Eager For Mice..
From a loving cat
working too hard..
can give you a heart attack
love leadeth knots report
taking in a torture hill glow
nice to believe what we behave
killer of giants...

lead as you go for the cage
engage as to breath
got something up your sleeve
shadows in the shining storm

what a surprise
Thank God I'm still alive

who do we seek when the bottom falls out
when you can't even think to dismiss this earthly bliss with a time well spent in thought
such as the razor's edge we release the stern warning toward one another
look out on a crisp Autumn day until the night to the moon
if we be still the peace will resonate through our very being
my soul permeates the very fabric of my existence
out there many miles to stride in our vast universe the earth's moon
there are beams that spray a scent of vast illumination
learn from the ancients those who have gone before us
realize that we may not be the only residents in the vast scheme of things
each of us can scent a plausible quest to under go
to the strong the will increase in the knowledge
therefore gain wisdom and with all thy getting gain understanding

mankind has reached your destined port in the sky
many a scientist has grazed your surface in their vessel
we can learn so much from outer space as we are destined to live and share
each of us is but a vapor by which we are destined to explore
mystical moon beams come down from the sky
give us pause to sing the sweet sound of a lulabye
we often cry to cover up our coriosity
it is for freedoms such as these that we are headed

in the sunlit morning I awoke to enter the village
a vast amount of seagulls flocked overhead
yet my soul permeates through the duration of the walk
an officer was assigned to watch the Lone Blue Lagoon a gay club
as I entered i melted in my seat there were men around me swarming me like a bee
a sip of wine and everything was so very fine
a whole host of finger foods were on a table
it was many years ago let the truth be told

all the way in P Town that a fare lad named Luigi had come out of the closet
although those many years would pass I still had every reason to grasp
the notion of a whisper while passing gas
Luigi today is known as the village queer
a Liberace of sorts with sweaters and torts
has a coffee shop down by the beach his bagels and locks are to die for
yes in 1975 he went to Studio 54
a hippie of sorts always dressed up in his shorts

very giving man let the reader understand
until the day he got busted for ****** it was all in the news
needles were found even in the coffee house's sofa
now the village queer is doing time but everything is fine
people still come by and shine

is going to take me home
through following the freedom school
free love is all around
the burning of the bras
acid to drop you out
why should we complain, ***** & pout
see you in the inside
came down from the mountain after many years of study
heard a heart cry out as i entered a string of cars on the Santa Monaco Free Way
gone are the days we used to frolic in a haze
today we are as mice stuck in a crazy maze
getting lost in a purple haze
as the sun lays through the vine of my heart
if the sun was meant to shine
if the springs in all its scope were meant to float

Wavy Gravy & the dead what was going on inside their heads
when you get old you leave everything behind
yearbooks & high school romances
ice cubes frozen in time
cardiac dry ice with hard dreams slip viles
the older I get the less I get battered
life now flows though night time boogy's
high school reunions dream in flight
where you now live do you remember these things
old age waits patiently in a new moon

Fade To Grey
pillows despare an energy ball of fire to quench one's desire

I left this world today
I didn't bother to pray
I stormed the gates of heaven with delight
I walked upon the pearly gold streets
I was upset their was no one I knew
I didn't have a clue
I knew in my heart I asked Jesus in
I was wrapped up with emotion
I cried and bit my lip
I knew at that moment that God was my full trip
I cried so much I felt frail
I stuck my finger in his nail scarred hands
I watched as those were thrown into the lake of fire
I should have spoke up before I would retire
I knew the salvation plan
I just needed someone to show me they truly understand
I fell to the ground with a heavenly sound
I knew my dream was coming true where as others haven't a single clue
I cried and cried again
I knew he was my faithful friend
I speak in closing through wandering eyes its no big surprise and take heed of Satan's lies

Wishes
live in the moments great intention
left aspiration to most
true ambition to score
carry on to notice hope
the longing from out of the pain
the will from yearning desire
wishes to do my dishes
cling to fame left for me to explain

Whispers...
the faint shutter of a faint whisper
the vast expanse of time & space
all alone in your social disgrace
a faint cry with a soft reply
just look into the eyes
stop dragging my heart around
we each must learn to discover
what decay of wretched debris
left inside my head will soon discover


angellic fervor approaches each other
this is the moment we can't let pass
a stake in claim or that of laughing gas
many can see the fullest extent of reality
whispers throught the shutter of where you stake your claim
a chief aim for fame or fan the inner flame
its good to let go of the hold
we set for each other
is it any wonder we get blinded from the realization of love

it all gets swept underneath the rug
yet through the duration of time
we have each created a rhyme
each of us can capture it in a moment
some of us have more faith then others to escape
whispers through a smile cause you know all the great while
silence has etched the ingredient from within
what is going on inside are head a face filled with lead
let us fly to new heights then ever before
take good risks in the things we wish
get caught up in the twist
many are called but few are chosen
some are caught up in an ocean between time and space

beautiful beyond description in light of illumination
falling head long into a stream with whisper that evoke a taste
my very soul permeates the lavish cadence of a thought
gone our the days I used to frolic in a haze
a challenge to be free is a question of time
each of us should know how to handle their vessel
we treasure our private parts with humble adoration
a soul vex torn illustration

we seek solace as in a song
join hands in the mix can't we all just get along
like the stream we have created idols for our own pleasure
what gets you hard minus the pleasure of the weather
for I'm as light as a feather as in the sandy shore
while your our kicking it with a two bit ***** screaming for more
yet more of what we put that book on the shelf as if were the spitting image of a Keebler elf

you maybe sporting a suit out in the business world
looking very pretty as you paint the city
you may have to call security cause you life is a mystery
you got a ******* so sound the alarm where the ladies are quite fond
dig much deeper then ever before with a willingness to explore so much more
one step at a time you will climb out of the corporate scene to a brand new swing
theres a battle for your mind you see we shall live it out in perfect harmony

two turn tables with a mic
I sound out of sight
we've been through this before
at home & galore
waiting for something a bit more
table talk in the corner
another hamburger on the burner
the sound so sweet of relief
a tale at the end of the street
to wipe away the pain
let me be the first to explain
a wizard with his wand
a baby with it's yawn
the summer doe or faint of fawn

when you roam the streets at night and you
don't want to fight the temptations that coincide, you keep the anger inside.
The greater not the lesser and it's going to fester.
You learn all the wrong things that you can,
soon you're saying, what's up" to the pusher.
Then you're not weighing but conveying the wrong not the right and you set to flight
all that you built and the good reputation to the hilt.
you start sampling the psychedilic candy and the *** pipe is handy and you find that you don't just have pryamids in Egypt.

Your thought burns and your nose stings,
I better stop by on baby doses any longer!
It makes you feel so good you wouldn't stop if you could
I shouldn't I couldn't, I wouldn't, I must stop, but I have to cop another buzz

Everybody thinks that you're so upstanding but you're really spoiled and demanding and Jesus is your main stay, but you're fooling all that you can
You live to drug, drug to live and to hits the bars for the fire water, but you're really out of order !
you score a hit a cop abuzz and you get so high you don't know anymore
Woops, now you're on the floor !
Get up! Pick yourself up!
Be a man for once, but, can you be if you never really were.
One day you wake up from a binge and you fear for your life and you cry out, "Lord! Save me !"

If My Dreams Breath To Take On Flight
a bearded lady bare to compose
circled through the variation in my dream
fire...
fire...
A wasteful spent
love...
love...
a useful vent

Turkey in the middle of a date
God only knows
God only knows...
search within a spectrum vault
Circus..
Circus..

here I come,
each step that I take
another page to make
loosen up gold as to silver
basking in the wilderness
Here I am again
a parchment from a fly
lift high the American brand

Trump was here below the price for beer
castaway shutters we bring through the covers
whiskers through the *** pipe embrace the skull
shattered dreams embraced the deep,

listen as nasty nature means
Bernie, still in the political game
Mr. Sanders searched underneath the covers
If my dreams breath to take on flight

silver...
etched in gold wonder boy wonder
etched through the vibration dealt to reason
cross the street...
safe to stand still to repeat
sadness, on a new type swing..
stretched to silver no gold to be found

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able to be smart without words
its a topic of conversation
through words spilled out on the ancient path
meditate
lights out
beg, ***** & pout
the underscore read stop
I'm keeping on keeping

transfused and weeping
table talking
swallow its extremities
move the levee
strong will survive
thank God I'm alive
the moments the solitude alone

vibrations fixed temptations
sensations...
take me to the prison
three squares a day
a pillow and I pray
nestled the mood away

seek a thorn inside the bowl
chase back the pillow from the edge
cascading fence laid up at the mix
pillow in the dust in God we trust
skin for skin where to even begin

Let me today do something that will
Take a little sadness
From your heart's vast store
And may I be so favored as to make

You happier ever more
Let me not hurt you, by any selfish
Deed or thoughtless word
Let me love you and cherish you

I have so much to give
Let me tonight look back across the
Span of time that we have
Known each other, and

The world is better that we met.

Let's Spend The Night Together
wallow in the muck & mire
solo keep your heart on fire
the equestrian charm with a gun on fire
go between the oceanic fair
pulse equipped the transmission wheel
soft pockets of let's make a deal
rehearsal, fiddle & charm
prepare to sound the alarm
below pillars of glass
no one gets a free pass
traveling within the pulse dead heap
Lawrence Freight...
Let's Spend the Night Together
a touch within a midnight spin
shallow peaks, stand still & repeat,
& birds
Carry me softly through the leaves
Fry Doe..tomato sauce,
Living through a midnight tuck...
Carry me through the leaves,
my head buried down to withstand a frown
love in circles stay in town
an elbow push throughout it's thread
help me, sculpt free & buried knee
Carefree through pillows down to my knee
Love in full circles would agree
Let's spend the night together
Love in full circles;
Saturday in the park think it was the 4th of June,
Listen to the dull and dapper folks get along
We hear a whistle old man sits by his fiddle
Carry free in the loss for chance,
Love, with tender lapse given another chance
A chance at full romance;
Help I need somebody, not just anybody & help
Buried below the breeze,
listen, report & shine

hidden below the deep dark extremities of the afterlife
there is a bucket
many choose to dismiss this but I must clearly confess
it is put there for the many tears to flow
just underneath the barbed wire existence
hidden in the undertow
a lost world where sin will go
burning debris of sulfur from the serpent
demonic emblems unleashed to create havoc
underneath the false hidden garb of lies
the bucket at times will change its colors from grey to black
when its fully under attack
the weeping, wailing & gnashing of teeth
not a good way to go in its vast misery
why does one equate logic with fear
I shed a single tear to numb its inner pain
the outside world is totally insane
Below there's a bucket to catch fallen fears
it holds the sullen brevity of what is of negativity
in my vast dream I saw it turning
while lost souls were suddenly burning
to quench the desire for Satanic clamor
shattered with lone disaster you must be prepared
to meet in the great here after
below there's a bucket full of dread
what is going on inside are head
falling angels in search of blood
the vast expanse of a real gulf fix
getting caught up in the mix
with a pilgrims progress we are to tread
this among the walking dead lying in bed
a final tear was dropped inside the bucket
the sounds of immense silence prone with violence
it's not a good place to go to tell
this place called the living hell

up on the big top step
the pass;
choose that sweet melody
listen to the noise
finest, exquisite & concept
cotton candy
share with others
twister that sorry that I missed her
acclaim to bargain a few
sweet nectar so sorry that I missed her


lavish crisp blue eyes
come at a newer surprise
look to the visible
a lawyer fell from the sky
pop corn & candy
everything is quite dandy
get ready to rumble
slip and slide
not anything to hide

game in the meal
on a spot vent taste of veal
on a hay day
spark your time alone
it's a big enough story
dishing out soup cause the common man was hungry
chili bent to you
teach the willingness
throughout the wilderness
luckily in a beem
social be wanna see
chock after a wilful dream
trapped from the body

love & spoonful to the end
given life in a positive clean
closset kingdom
with words that crumble
far from belief chorus
to pledge to more request
day after day with more respect
I'm a big kid now
cherish a red old rose
that was picked a time before

trapped within the very impulse of our loved beneath the perplexing ambush
we close the door of brevity with a slight adjustment of the hand when will we understand
caught betwen the world I know then onto the one I wish to go we become puzzled
my mind is playing tricks on me day after day with humble knee to bow the head to pray

out in the street where people meet we wear a smile yet know all the great while
when push comes to shove we tend to sweep things underneath the rug
in a time well spent in thought our chromosones run a bit wild
when I was a child i used to dream of kings and queens & magical places

yesterday is gone and I sit here all alone with a song in my heart to light the inner spark
we will humbly embark upon the distant road we are to tread within the walking dead
following aparts at the seams living in a land so very mean
Halloween

with witches in the air without a care in darkened portals of my mind
a flash in the pan when to understand that true simplistic art
Warhol with his soup cans promising everyone 15 minutes of fame
Elder bush still trying to grab some bush best he keep his Tiger in the woods

living in a field of dreams faces that scream eating my favorite ice cream
blind leaders of the blind following a no it all for president isn't it relevant
chase back the dreams froom your hair without the willingness to share
lines being drawn in the sand when to understand send the troops home
no time for them to roam...

mind is playing tricks on me as we take things casually masquerading with reality
with sought after humble brevity living in a land of make believe
yet we have something up our sleeve
crimes of passion embarking on the New York mile

bloodshed in the street of the town of New Haven
gone our the days of the forgotten Ben Laden or have we forgotten him
North Korea fat boy in a suit with funny hair
a cause to reflect lest we have met together for a journey of fear

working to hard can give you a heart attack like that old school rap
with Slick Rick & Mellie Mel boogy down with your socks like the late Scot Lerock
Fetty Wap is still on top still got time to call up for a cop
many years from now I'll still be on top

minds playing tricks on my as if its in the gutter is it any wonder with Stevie
everybody needs me like freshly squeezed orange juice drinking one hundred proof *****
these are the days that try mens souls as in the summer soldier and the sunset patriot
we can learn from our past mistakes not to make them again

Guess its best to hold our breath & count to the number ten again

Young G

as a young G in the hood running rampant like he should
he started off with a seed in his mommas belly in time he grow into jelly
with a bright crooked smile he knew all the while the stage was set for him to be born
out came young G making sweet history & that's not the end of the story
he took up gambling in his younger days getting trapped in a purple haze
yet he knew in the great while he would shine
heightened by that of fantasy he was built on sweet brevity
falling apart at the seams he gets caught selling dope now he can't even cope
doing time yet he would one day shine filter through the scene
when he can't even cope having a fight with the soap on the rope
he was used to cell block nine thought that everything was fine
until he heard the message from the preacher noting it wasn't a late night double feature
he knew he had to relax and bask in the vast expanse of having hope with God
after doing time everything was quite fine everthing was thought out and in line
noted that he was created in God's image crafted by his great design
then young G got a little older this time he was busted for ******
back in cell block number nine again only this time he had a new friend
he knew that Jesus was on his  side and he was going along for the ride
he knew that the enemy was was very sneaky and God was but a mystery
this time his destiny was harder to achieve cause he was on death row
a hard pill to swallow as he would wallow in the mire of depression
leaving him second guessing but this time he knew he was clean inside
his destny had been open like a lost seagull flying on the ocean

Young G now was a full grown man with a definite plan to make things better
no matter what the weather he kept things together
yet the heat was on & someday soon he'd be gone
as he wrote his final epitaph he could but grasp
all those people that he touched even though he spent his life in a rush
then came the time the last day of his life they fed him just bread with a bit of rice
he knew this was his last time of the roll of the dice
he prayed up to heaven knowing it wasn't a one stop shopping event at a local seven elevev
as they led him down the hall now he could stand but ten feet tall
they injected him with the juice in the needle in time young G would pass
yet we all have every reason to grasp the moral of the story
as young G sits in heavenly glory looking down with a smile
cause he knew all the great while his destiny was sealed as he once yield to the heavenly call
no my brother man let the reader understand that all in all God had made Young G as his ultimate plan

Cia Bela
sensational upon the rocks circumstantional
you and I brief word of compromise agree to the wise,
filterre threough their gait of their bridge to their sun shining arrow in their wounds
follow me...bellow the breeze..shelter king able to squeeze,

Ciao Bela...
freightend their weak...
berlow the suerfacer of ther sun
stand still & repeat

lay me down on plush pillows
hidden

Did she wonder, as they wandered
Far away from all their kindred:

Why tell strangers we're not married ?
He said I am so fair to see

So could we lie, for his safety ?
He said his soul shall live because of me

Uncovered eyes make men bolder
Are we a chip on God's shoulder ?

Since God restrained me from bearing
My maid and I are wife-sharing

Once she conceived, she despised me
Judge between us. I made her flee

Now Abe sits in the tent door, seeing things
And I have to laugh at what I'm hearing

I hear that I shall have a son
My firstborn son, at ninety one

God made me laugh, for all to see
That all who hear will laugh with me

Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-laugh with me

Jimi was crazy in his days of purple haze
Getting tossed with the sauce
As a mouse is stuck in its maze
Had screaming sounds with his guitar
He was a shooting star
Never will there ever be a man quite like Jimi
He was willing to achieve
With hey Joe where you going with that gun in your hand

I hope society today will live to understand
Playing his guitar with his tongue
This may have frightened a tender hearted nun but it was all in fun
Cross town traffic was fantastic
He had a heart of gold
To bad he had to die
Jimi was the man with plan

Hopefully someday everyone will understand ?

bury me deep below the sea
the sea of tranquility
show cadence from off of the vine
by a grand design,
search the barren land when to understand

lock horns with your horizon
drifting alone
the quaint colors of red, blue & green
stronger in your brain
sequential belly of the beast the here after

trying to recapture
a hand on the phone
the banner raises ever high
the sea of tranquility
come and sit next to me

with columns beneath the tide
resist this dismiss it
a calculated risk
get caught up in the mix
love's potion in motion
beyond the degrees

hoping that she will marry me
the falling Elms from the trees
carry me as a swans heal
as an ever present even keel
bury me deep below the sea
in vanquished filled with honor

try to recapture the sadness & the laughter

I look to you in Autumn's merge with the ****** of love
for the fragrance of scented leaves in the trees
I look to you in the quaint forest all alone
with the howling of owls in the distance
through the epitaph of braised neglect you are there
perched in the hands of loving hearts pierced through the fallen hue
quaint encounters on the porch swing by the Willow tree
you are the humble reminder of what true love is for
the notion of a vested solace hanging on the rich decorum

although at times and moments you may shy away yet you are there
aware in the twilight of fragmented choice
we may wallow in the mire of sweet ****** yet we humbly agree
I look to you cause we were both meant to be
all of life seems to be a mystery it seems
never before has my soul permeate through a glass menagerie
of the fallen leaves quaint but yet so dead
what is going on inside my head

I look to you across the hands of time
nestled through the mere vibration of brevity
in shallow peaks throughout the conclaves of death door resolve
as we climb the steps of time only to finally reach heavens door
lest I implore a more simpler way for my heart to display
beauty as in crystalized nuggets of time well spent in thought
I look to you in the morning fresh on the grass fallen dew
one can't ever know until you let go
in lavender decadance along the surface of the outdoor perimeter
basking in the vast expanse between space and time
as a beacon of light in a world in search of love
shelter lies dormant amidst its beckoning plough
a challenge to be free is a question of time
we have come this close never to turn back now
love is the essence of my mere existence learn to shun the resistance in every circumstance
until at last we all will take part in the dance

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There Are Bridges To Be Burned Which Turn Another Page. - Poem by John Ackerman
There are bridges to be burned
which turn another page.

Form each circle
cast your bread upon the water,
It will return in measure and method unexpected
Yielding treasure.

There is energy to be stored
and
Experiences to be reviewed
Days of cheese and laughter
ponies
and that transient beauty that permeates the soul.

There is laughter paying homage to the memories
and the loss
which sneak up on me as I turn
to retrace
steps half remembered as my eyes
seek the bridge
now ashes
that separate me
from
my
grief.

As life's burdens collapse on my shoulders
And reality knocks me off my feet
I realize that time has again arrived
to escape to my beach retreat

I feel the closest to my Lord possible
as the golden sand envelops my toes
Here I enjoy our sacred relationship
as my spiritual faith in him grows

Witnessing waves breaking into a clear blue sky,
Tell me, who could ask for more ?
What better place to relish God's work
than sitting on the ocean's shore

I have yet to outgrow my beach retreat
in spite the years that I grow older
I'll always associate the beach as a refuge...
A place where I can encounter the vast meaning of life

a place to lean on my Lord God's shoulders.

Born Again

dig deep stand still  repeat those under the sheets you beg to sleep
in a land filled with molten peace shadows run to deep your goal
It's only me in my glazed toned harmony hide the oportunistic leap,
was given a choice from heaven up above filled with loved turn over
beacon of light to the turning word to the solution left unrealistic
legal zoom left with a coffee *** in your hand when to understand

cherish the most lessons to help what's most agree,
turning tables shampoo related eager cemented
good cause for reflection left twisting
Born Again

darkness evokes the very fabric of his frame & gait
a renegade for what he did to Sharon Tate
666
a following with Tex and the rest
what was going on inside his head

the walking dead
tried to blame it on a Beatles song
yet can't you all get along
at first you started out as peace then no relief
to your restless eyes
did it come at any big enough surprise
you were blinded by Satan's lies
Helter Skelter

you were first a song maker playing the guitar
but you didn't go far
falling apart at the seams
evil twisted schemes
you tried to run away from the pigs
those guys with the blue hats that flap
insanity lived inside of thee

yet you chose your drug of misery to set you free
having your choice of women at your disposal
until you got caught on that day
now you locked away
no chance at getting out
now your free to ***** and pout
all your life was a no good mystery
cause you always have something up your sleeve
now I heard you got married perhaps that's just fake news
so long Charley as you sing your jail house blues.

out on the streets
where people meet
she had a hunger for a touch
hero's beckoning plow

each new day wth a beckoning smile
to know all the great while
look through the Willow's bend
a friend with whom you can depend

she found her tricks late at night living by sight
she was nature's wild child
running a bit wild
then one day her mother came to her aid

she had visions of granduer
but she couldn't ever bother
to touch of the hand from the master plan
then one night an angel visited the wild child

Love was here to stay
she dazzled in the moment alone in her thoughts
told her of the love of God and she was convicted of her sin
a newer way to begin again

The Plane The Plane Boss

kept at each venture we spill the twinkle
keep on searching...I'm still learning;
pillows still plush some grey to lay my head
pitch the blow ego degree;

spill words the traffic effect close
Tatoo..Tatoo

clever in Fantasy Island
brave clevor the tide
cross the immense ticket of shade a pull

A Sweet Adorable Me
listen deep...
stand still & repeat
shadow kick box
buggy down to the socks;

the lonesome sailor skips a beep
love for circles lay out as a rooster...

the iron bars rehearsal
patron saint of transformation,

leak out information...

the promise without a mistake...
sorrowful trace,

We respect one another
We look into the forest

covered briars lost in the thick portion of disease...
we pier closer left to falter of hotel hands

the thick piercing tongue like the Christmas Carol movie,
quench you hidden desire

shade of red wake the dead having mixed thoughts inside my head
Buffet parade head lose to wake the dead

A sweet adorable me stumbling off her chest
Wer suddnly see the path clear for now

for I long to be thin yet where do I begin
can't even get to the gym
wear a heros smile still know all the great while
having many bounce to the ounce with the cushion for my pushing
got one foot in heaven while the other is in hell
but I truly got a good story to tell
when I was young I used to be skinny & wise
souped up six pack and learned to relax
playing my guitar in the cellar
although those many years have passed
still I have every bit of reason to grasp
I'm a fat man who drinks a lot of soda
watching late night flicks such as Rhoda
but let me grasp hold of
a pen and a paper nor stereo to caper
me and Eric B with a great plate full of fish

sorry that I missed
to try to burst your bubble
I'm in the game trying to stay out of trouble
yet make  my Martini strong like right on the double
not since Fred with Barney Rubble
life is filled with twists and turns
one soul soars while the other soon to be burned
the thin philosophy killed Karen Carpenter in her Anorexia
when I  was young making love was for fun now those days are done
need to relax then bask in the vast expanse as the disco ball
onto the no it all who has perfected his game
I'm happy to be naked & fat
although soon it may give me a heart attack
falling apart at the seams with evil means
yet everyhting is clean while I live in a land so very mean
getting loose on my caboose its the hour of power
may have to take it all in with a cold shower
over and over like the over the shoulder bolder holder

Free love go out and burn your bras
Let's head to Canada to avoid the draft
To hitch hike across that state line put in a bind
Shadows hung on the 70's décor onto so much more

Shelter lies dormant amidst it's beckoning plow
Shades of red feelings of cosmos filled inside my head
We traveled so far not to turn back now
Haunted by the audience of the times

There's Wavy Gravy doing nothing too shady
A tug at the heart should light the spark to what it was I have been waiting for
Then there's Studio 54 with Andy Warhol's tomato soup cans
The rebel hippie knows & fully understands

The sign of the times a line drawn in the sand
Hendrix was the rage putting dudes in their purple haze
Onto Pink Floyd it's still Us & Them,
Mere creatures of habit trying to find a friend

Neil Young in his attire Old Man take a look at my life
Those bell bottom blues not to mention high healed hippie shoes
Let's learn from the poets as we are all really dust in the wind
Shades of black torn in it's unique diversion

Those were the days with you would wake up late in a daze !

Chase Back A Dream

tear drop fell through the stained glass
no one gets by on any free pass
shadows block the entrance score...,

lay to plundere off it's *****
chase back a dream under cover,

love in the circle left to flirt
shattered glass on the wooden floor

Blue eyes crying in the rain
shadows block the vortex of the eye

chase back the filtere in the brain
circle throughout the Disney key...

cary mer through an ocean breeze
chased back on a dream

filterre through the ancient scream