The key to my heart
take not one but all of them
and throw them away

you hold me closer
than you ever have before
and never let go

tug on my heart strings
oh so ever gently please
and never leave me

cried for you once
but never again
goodbye my love
to this amen

you had my heart...from the start
you broke it up...tore it apart

where have you been...all this time
while i was dying deep inside

now you call and you want back
i started over
not sorry for that

take good care and make a life
i will call another woman
my wife

there is a place inside my mind
i call it the little vault of mine
deep inside....of the aybass
it holds..most thoughts
some of bliss

its dark inside this vault
where sometimes i hide
and write my thoughs

i hold the key..inside of me
no one comes in...no one can see

once in awhile i open the door
to say a word..or show i care

more than none ..the door stays locked
it's meant to be...don't be shocked

if the light's are on
and no ones home
i'm in the vault ....writing poems

media  is obsurd...don't you think
they only say whatever they think
what makes headlines...as long as it's good
you'll hear about in the evening news

the real news is grim and bleek
there's people starving in the street
look around and you will see
choas and mayhem
in your city

do you really care who's president of god knows where
or would you rather see who's dying here
it happens everyday...we don't seem to care

next time you see the news at night
remember we to...
have our own plight

read the paper...what do you see
third world countries in dispair
*** about here
do you think that....they...even care

i think not....its easy to see
if you take a life...
you make the news
if you help some one
you just amuse

back in nam...we were hero's
than the footage came back...and we were zero's

so next time you watch that reporter rant
think of you own hometown
and the devestation they can't....

when it's raining....god is crying
when it's snowing...he's contemplating
when the sun....comes out and it shines
god is smiling....all the time

Door mat laid out...in front of my heart
accept this key and treasure thee
take good care..and wipe your feet
enter inside the biggest warmest place you have ever been
you'll want
to leave never again

wait......
whats that i hear
the voice of god....
in total..dipair
the only one that really cares

he's angry with me
and evryone
for destroying the land and the sea
all that he has created for us...
we turned it upsidedown
and have made it a mess

we slaughter his creatures and polute his waters
we make clouds of smog
and damage his alters
and all the beauty he has given us..

is it yet to late...can we turn back the clock
can we slow him ..to hand out our fate
for destroying a land
that he made so great

he is angry


...the ones who damaged are you and i
we need to repair...fix ascertain
make things right and lay no blame

we can do proper
make again...a place to prospur
we crossed the line
we instilled the hate....
things we don't like...we do anyway

yes hes angry
but so forgiving
if we do right
we can continue on living

when you look up to the sky at night
millions of brilliant spots of light
encicrcle the world
what a sight

three wise men were guided by one
people name them
they think its fun

clouds may keep them..out of sight
Gallileo studied them
to his delight

they been around us...so very long
before Jesus walked this very land

we take a minute....when we can
to stop ..look up and have a stare

we make love to each other
under there light
write poems about them...all the time

some people say...that they can read them
as for me
i don't believe em

our sign of birth...is made up of them
telescopes..will bring them close
the nearest one...is our sun

they are a gift from up above
he who made us
had so much love

eventually they will burn out
but there light still comes to us
as if never wanting to leave

they been here way before the earth was born
they shall remain
long after where gone

children go to school
bullets are flyin
kids don't come home
mothers are cryin

go to the movies
you don't come back
it's just not natural
this is fact

many great people
young and old
been gunned down
for what they've told

john...robert...martin luther king
got killed too
for what they believed

we fill our prisons
with the lives
of lots of people
with twisted minds

short circuit synapses
if you will
john wayne gacy
had his fill

its a cycle of circular motion
we **** every day
with such devotion

we **** for love...we **** for money
we **** for speaking
it's not funny

dahmer got
what he gave out
we killed ted bundy
in old spar...ky

can't break the cycle
when will it stop

god didn't make us
to so brutally drop

we breed killers
it's not our fault
there born with wiring
that's always short

death by the hand of the mental man
is a part of life
we don't understand

ramirez...john list and manson too
will rot in hell
this much is true

to lock them up
and chuck the key
is just not enough
to satisfy
me

Tree branch scraping on the shed
scared to death
with feelings of dread
so **** dark
can't see a thing
somethings moving
and it ain't me
i wish to god
that i could see
although it's noon
blind as could be
you probably wonder
how this could be
lost my sight..in 63
hearing is sharper
than you can believe
you never get used to what
you can't see
and now you never like what you can hear
you stumble and fall
and you don't care
if you thought things bumped
in the night
before
try another 40 years
to even the score
it's scary...i'm weary
being in the dark
it's so sad
always missing the mark
you never felt loneliness ..like this before
so **** tough
when you can't find the door
hope one day to see a shimmer of light
dreaming of the return
of my sight
until then...i'm in the dark
bumping walls
not feeling smart
branch still scraping
on the shed
my sight has died
and gone to bed

you were born from me
you live with me
every night

some times i scare you
and give you fright

sometimes your lost
inside me

at times
i will take over you thoughts
and destroy your mind

there are times you hide beside me
often you want to escape me

sometimes i hide within your shadow
i will eclipse the sun

and when it's time
for you to die
you will return to me

I am the dark...

I'm only happy in the dark
so you can't see my expression
so you can't feel my depression
I'm only happy in the dark

someday the dark will subside
my happiness will return
and again i will
shine

then i will be happy
in the sun

while out in the woods
hunting one day
a lump of flesh...lay in my way

maggot infested..from months in the shade
this pile before me ....was rot and decay

i could not think....of nothing to say
so i knelt to the ground
and started to pray

i should of run
but my mind said to stay
the stench was so bad
even the rats kept away

you see many things in the woods during may
but nothing like what lies at my feet....i do say

i wondered who this used to be
there was not much left
you could clearly see

there won't be anymore hunting for me
you'll find me at home
in front of t.v

i need a new pad
this one is through
my typing is terrible
poor me
boo hoo

the data bank..thats in my head
is full of ****
you have not read

the work i have
you can't make up
even though
it mostly *****

six rhymes a night
i beg contrite
two of them trending
outta sight

more stuff will come
from every night
and i just joined monday
on this site

odes and tributes
i do like
some days it's strictly fright i write

a small collection...of Seuss type rhymes
is my goal...just give me time

i admire the man as you can tell
the problem is...my stuff won't sell

unlike Seuss..he is the master
most my stuff
becomes disaster

children's book's i have in mind
but better than old nursery rhymes

no matter what you think of me
my rhymes are singing out to thee

people have told me..to use big words
but Seuss made up his own
as you probably heard

stick around ..and watch me grow
someday i'll be a name you know

your smiling now...i knew you would
this rhyme might be a little good

they call it the chamber
cold..gray..made of steel
a thick heavy door..with a submarine latch
it has two seats
i can never figure why
they put people in
just one at a time

the vat underneath the seat holds acid
the cyanide pellets in burlap bags
on fishing line
rolled on a real

the seat has hole's
for a more sickening feel

at the strike of twelve the switch is pulled
the real unwinds
to meet it's destination
in an acid bath
there is no escape
you made your bed
but instead of laying
your sitting


the only sound heard
is throbbing...your heart pushing blood..a mile a minute
not the last thing you ever wanna hear

hold your breath
as long as you  can
its your last chance
to make your stand
the gas rises up from under the chair
your veins protrude from your head
in thirty more seconds your surly dead

you wish you could take back
the wrong you did
as the air rushes out
you cry one last shout

you are now oblivious
your no longer with us
as the phone rings
its the red  phone
the voice on the other end of the line
says take him back
theres been a stay
its to late....the man's last  breath
is now venting through the roof
mixed with gas
and the real truth

no help is on the way


close the chamber
seal it up
it's done it's job
one i would never like to have

i have a good friend
goes by the name of frankie
he likes to eats nuts
he thinks he's really swanky

he live's out in the tree
he always looks for me
i shake his bag a nuts
he comes running from his stump

i known him but a year
and he's eating from my hand
he hasn't bit me yet
but i wouldn't take a bet

if i don't feed him on time
he scratches at the door
it's the funniest thing you ever seen
i'm not kidding you at all

he left me during winter
i did not see him no more
yesterday
hit sixty two
the temp was very warm

i'll let you guess
it's not a test
who's knocking at my door

it's frank again
he brought a friend
there hungry as can be

during the winter it seems
frankie was busy
he found himself a girl

just in case your wondering
frankie is a squirrel

snow is drifting
beneath my feet
the wind is blowing
it cuts like teeth

the wolves are howling
for something to eat
the summer is gone
there's no retreat

i like the warmth
much better than this
the storm it show's
that she is ******

wolves come closer
in a pack
there's no escape
from there attack

build a fire
to keep warm
and help protect you from the storm

the sun goes down
it's getting colder
the pack of wolves
is getting bolder

the gun is loaded
and it's ready
the cold makes it  hard to aim and steady

i'm trapping minks
and lynx and stuff
to make a living
you know it's tough

i don't want to shoot these
wolves so grand
although there trying to make a stand

i mind my business
but there hungry too
and a weeks hard work
of trapping food

i have more heart than some one would
i'm gonna feed
these hungry wolves

i like writing
does it show
the quality of work
well it so..so

i try to write poetry
but i can't
it becomes a rhyme
most of the time

i remind myself of 1950
when all they would write
is ads
and jingles

i will keep tryin
with no regret
to post my feelings
with intent

the stuff in my head...numbers in the thousands
but a two fingered typest
i feel like cryin

put pen to paper
thats not me
i write as i go
wait and see

next time i post
i hope it's a poem
might get some likes
without ever knowin

i have the want
to show you stuff
i just need to get
over this ****

the words are many
the story's are there
that's the trouble
i really do care

thanks for your patients
it will be worth the wait
who knows
i might be a name someday

god only knows
i won't stop tryin
sooner or later
there will be no cryin

are you afraid of the dark at all
did you ever trip...stumble and fall
grasping at walls
you can't see a thing

then you hear it
some kind of noise
sounds like rustling
or creaking walls

you listen intently
to every sound
you think you hear moaning
as you step to the ground

your ears now are throbbing
you can't make it out
could it possibly be
a rat or a mouse

the sweat starts to come
as you grab for the railing
if you lose you balance...your bound to be sailing

i ask you again...are you afraid of the dark
most people lie
they try to be sharp

there it is again
that screeching noise
you silly girl
you stepped on there toy's

the power is out
it doesn't happen to often
and your husband's not here
he's still at the office

what will i do
its sounds like broken glass
i must find the closet
i must find it fast

you turn the ****
and open so quiet
it creaks a bit
but not like a riot

you open the safe...and feel much better
the glock that he bought ...is loaded and ready

the steps that you here
coming down the hall
there not your husbands
shouldn't be there at all

you see a big shadow
of someone thats tall
with that glock in your hand
you don't feel small

stop right there you shout to him
he turns to run as you lift the gun

he's running now he drops the knife
he certainly messed
with the very wrong wife

i ask again ...afraid of the dark
protect yourself
with intimidation

if the sun refused ...to shine
i would still be loving you
when mountains..crumble to the sea
there will still be you...and me

rhyming is easy..
and lots of fun
stick around for a minute
i'll show you how it's done

the rhyme it is simple
it's easy to see
just put the words together
just like me

the story's the hard part
try for yourself
if the plot ..doesn't thicken
it's bound for the shelf

suess was the master...
of his time
he brought new meaning
to the lyrical ryhme

when the doc wrote
and ran out of words
he would make them up
this much i'm sure

i'm taken back
as a matter of fact
that this great man
wrote cat in the hat

he will live on forever
in young and old alike
we'll never forget him
like riding a bike

you have to respect..oh such a master
for green eggs and ham
was all but disaster

i pay my tribute  to the great suess
and all that he's done
now it's my turn
to have lots of fun

i dedicate this rhyme
right at this time
to the lyrical master
that he was all his life

i think of this man
all the time
all his great poem's
and all of his rhymes

why say horn
when you can say whotootle
why drive a car
when it can be a transpoodle
why bother with names
when you can be a thing
or screech awful funny
when your tryin to sing
why name a fish
when it can be known by a color
or lose your christmas
to a dog and a creature
or like a blue elephant
if thats what it is
who had a friend
riding with him

There's a sound in the closet
I'm afraid to look
For two nights ago
The bed it shook

I don't know if i can do this again
The voices are back
Lets not pretend

I need to move on....so far away
But the voices they tell me
We'll make you stay

I'm moving my stuff
Away from my bed
The thing in the closet
It looks half dead

It wants so badly
To take my mind
They always tell me....
There never kind

Why does this happen
Only when dark
The voices they leave
With sound of the  clock

Does that mean i'm dreaming
I'd sure like to know
I'll **** these voices
By not sleeping at all

Please let me wake
From this terrible dream
But if it's reality
I surly will scream

The voices have left
From under my bed
There now in the closet
And in my head......

They battle each other
Yet i'm in the middle
I need some relief
From drooling my spittle

My head it aches ...it wont go away
I need to see daylight
To hold the voices at bey

new york city
is where i'll be
among the millions
you can see

stop..and look
by rivers edge
where they landed a plane
on the hudsons stretch

it gets better wait and see
this big city
says to me

the color yellow
dots the streets
dope bags litter
they don't keep

the subway stink...comes through the grates
while thousands travel
beneath your feet

the towers stood so very tall
they blocked the sun
and thats not all
they are gone...but not forgot
new york city...will not stop

the city wakes at 5 a.m
and it won't sleep
ever again

little italy is where i'll be
cause china town..is not for me
next time you visit
take a look and see
there's millons there....just like me

im drowning in a sea
its not of water
but of me

simple thoughts
run through my head
and make me stop
by waters edge

the waters low
the thoughts run deep
this crazy world
shall i keep

do i jump
or do i not
thoughts of you
may make me stop

my body says yes
but my mind says no
ita time to turn
its time to go

heres the problem
as i see it
the waters cold
and i don't need it

i'll go to her..and work things out
and get off  the waters edge...right now
return my brain to normal how....
by living..for another day

i like rod serling
his read is a must
the stories were awesome
from him..to us

he scared us at night
i know you remember
little girl lost
what a pretender

pull the  covers over you tight
once a week..he'll install the fright

where he would take us..we never would know
but the clue in narration
at the start of the show

like if you know ..what i'm talkin about
the show on t.v...that made you shout
the stars there were many...unknown at first
went on to be great names..like quincy and kirk

i always watch re-runs whenever i can
the show i grew up with
im a rod serling fan......

it seem to me...that on this site
most of you..don't go for fright

you like it cushy....i surly see
the mushy the better...i'll try to be

well here it goes..
i'll do my best
i wan't compare..to all the rest

im gonna try...to write a poem
not a rhyme ..as i know em

my first shot at love
you soon will read
i hope you like it
i wanna see

if you like this attempt
at the words that i write
please leave a comment
in the box ..in the night

here is the poem
i promised you all
it's coming right up
i'll no longer stall

to soar in the sky...on the wings of a dove
it's something fantastic
we all call it love

love takes us higher
than we ever been
the dove she will fly
to the great blue and then....
the woman of your dreams
will start her decent

you know love is true
the way she stares at you
you look in her eyes
the prettiest of blue

she tells you she loves you
and you say it back
if your both being honest
the love stays intact

keep the dove airborne..and don't let it land
love needs a chance
to make a firm stand

on the wings of a dove...you'll have forever
the love you both share
if you are cleaver

hold on to each other
as long as you can
cause the wings of a dove won't change your flight plan

the coo in the morning ...the dove always makes
will remind you each day
to not make mistakes

be true to your woman
and she'll give it back...
even more for certain
that is a fact

let the dove land ...so gracefully
wings flapping gently
and let your love be...

i love the rain
i always have
it makes me happy
when others are sad

i love the sound
it is a tell
of rain drops filling all the well's

i love the smell
i gotta tell
it's the earth steaming
from the swell

the rain is awesome
don't you think
it washes away..all the stink

people wish ...the rain would stay
away at least another day

i for one...say let it come
and split the time between the sun

i love the rain its obvious
it brings out the kid ..in all of us

we walk in the rain
and play in her puddles
if it rains hard
it makes big mud holes

can you hear the rain..on the roof
i need to go..and put on my
bathing suit

Morbid is you
Morbid is me
It lives in us all
It does not go unseen
Think about what i say
You'll know its the truth
There are not to many of us with to much couth..
I will prove my point....watch and see
None of you have to listen to me
When you pass by an accident .....do you drive right through
or tap the brake and see whats new
I think the latter....its clear as a bell
You cant tell me .....its not gonna sell
You look  through your fingers at horrible guts
cause really ...you want to see that stuff
It lives in us all...no need to deny
The morbidity of life is always  close by....