spring is here...it's thick in the air
birds are singing.....bees are stinging

birds are chirping
woodpecker's are working
picking out bugs...there heads are hurting

owls are hooting up a storm....as they hunt for mice
out on the lawn

squirrels are begging like they do
pigeons dropping all there pooh

mosquito's are looking for there target
this means you.....your on the market

flowers will stand...oh  so tall
till the deer come
in the fall

hawks are hunting...hoovering low
looking for any movement at all
they will dive down and grab there pray
looking as if...they want to pl;ay..

the brown recluse...is looking hard
for people working in the yard
he wants you bad...to inject you
with a little venom
to infect you....

snakes are out...will skip this verse
for me there is....nothing worse...

oh beautiful spring....wish you caould stay
and keep old man winter far away.....

we put our faith  in men who lie
to tell the truth...would **** them inside

we are believers...in those who rule
it's automatic
we're just the mules

do as i say....not as i do
who are you kidding it's business as usual

to think a politician lies
would be a sin...
here them now...believe them later
to sift  through there s.....
you need some waders

hopes and promises never come
like a lover torn...it's sad reform
better day's are yet to come
if it isn't soon
you'd better run

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...

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

although the hour
is very late
my mind is crying
it's dying fate

the anticipation will create
a world unknown
of darkened scapes

the tower of time
rises above all else
but time won't stop
for none of us

the dark clock tower
stands like a king
for all
the world to see
over all of us
and everything

no one
has ever seen
the tower of time
won't let it be

we live and die
by it's hands
it never stops
alone it stands

the dark and dreary
ridge of stone
will never
let us be alone

like our shadow
always there
standing guard
without a care

when the time it tells
comes to a stop
life is over
via the clock

our time is short
don't be alarmed
the clock is with you
until it stops

the smell of you...to caress my senses...
in more ways than one
you touch me everyday...in every way...
we are no longer one
so let it be written
so it  is done...

my love for you will never wane...
although you give me...most of the blame..
it didn't work...we tried our best
we had to give our love a rest

the smell of you..is always here..it's all around
it's in the air
we will see each other...again one day..
to rekindle the bloom..we had..i say...

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

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

on a day of wind
it is gods breath upon you
it's the warmth of praise

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......

our time here is short
make the best of what you have
your time will come soon

you say i should leave
take my heart and run with me
never to return

put pen to paper
push some ink without thinking
write down your feelings

Arms stretched..to the sky

woodpeckers nibbling at my thigh



My hair of green

to shroud you from heat



The powers that be

make sure i've water to drink



Storms will rip me from the ground

wind through my hair...makes a beautiful sound



I will color my hair..in a new season

you will come to stare...for this reason



I stand with many

for hundreds of years

you chop me down..and nobody cares





Lightning has killed me...many times

when you were a child...you would often climb



Now i must go...you killed me so

i can not continue...unable to grow



You cut me up and built a place to live

together forever...i gave all i can give......

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

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

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

look into thy self
do you like the soul you see
it is meant to be

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

to wash the brain
of all it's thoughts
to scrub it clean
memories lost

start anew
all over again
brand new thinking
your old friends
there not seeking

your new mind it is weakening
your brain cells stumble
they are tweeking

your not the man
you used to be
you changed so much
they all will see

beliefs are different
so are you
your mind is gone
but not for long
your body is here
but you do not care

your way of thinking is no more
you knew the risk
you knew the score

now you know ..your god no more
it's some  one else you now adore

Eva sat on her chair..the back so high

as to reach in the air



she instilled in her mind...her memory bank

what had taken place..ten minutes ago....can she even remember what had taken place

the house upside down...like a basket case..



she feels the drips upon her legs...not paying attention...with dismay

what has she just lost....at such a high cost

what had happened...did i drink to much....

my husband he came and caused such a fuss



next thing i know...i'm on the floor...

crawling and grabbing and reaching the door.....



now the warm stream of blood...stinging my eyes

i feel as though i'm dying inside...

somebody help me....i'm not deserving of this

i pay my bills and i love my kids...



the drip on my leg ...there it is again

my god it's blood...i think it's from him



the shard of glass...from the vase...that he cracked in her head

came from the nightstand...next to the bed...

now clutched in her hand...oh so tight

there was struggle...a really bad fight



now i see him...my eyes now clear....what in the world..has happened here

he's on the floor...like a ***** pile of clothes

that **** eaten grin...half crooked smile

i killed him dead ...he hurt me bad

such a wonderful life....we used to have....

now there is nothing....nothing but sad...



next time around..i will pick the right one...one that won't hurt me

and make me to run...

i love you sweetheart...is what he said

the night before last .....just before we went to bed

the drink t flowed..oh so freely..now my husband is dead

and wish i could see him



i love you to...my dear..when your in heaven...think twice before you...

pick up that chair...your violent temper..always so near...

i hear them coming in the distance ..the police that is...right this instant

i must ready...... before they come

as she leaps from the staircase...one last look at the sun

rope it tightens...she is no more.....she has again reunited...
with the one she adores

my heart on my sleeve
you think what you will believe
that will never be

save me from myself
i can not do it alone
poetry helps me

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

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...

Can you feel it

this beautiful ocean breeze

comes down off the mountain

and over the sea



this table of rock

water rushing over the top

you can almost hear it

and your wanting to share it



your girl by your side

you're professing your love

you look up to the sound

of the brilliance of doves



what better scene

to get down on your knees

take her sweet hand

and give her a ring

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

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

you have never left
i am not lost without you
my mind still you take

mini skirts...and bobby socks

this pretty little girl..knows how to rock



dressed like this

i think not...she left this morning

in a turtle neck top



she's locked away in her mind...most of the time

wears a devious smile...all the while

something..came to her in a dream

as of late ..she been nasty and mean



she confessed to me what she thought it meant

she trust me much..cause we are best friends



she tells me this...it has not been once

she has this dream..several times a month

the figure she see's at least she thinks

is not a man but a beast....

it has not a single trace...of where it should have a face

she say's it smells of decay and human waste



this unknown thing..whispers things

that she doesn't want to do

"**** the boy that broke your heart...

he never loved you from the start"



the dream is the same..everytime

there is no change....turns out the same

covered with blood...no tears to cry

she wakes in the morning and wonders why



today my nightmare seemed to end

when i awoke..i was trembling

mom ..came in..and said watch the news

your boyfriends missing..police have no clues

three weeks later...they found a severed head

in the landfill....marked dead end...



so that cute girl...the popular one..you think you know...

don't go out with her to a show

you might end up a foot shorter....

"head" line news with some reporter

she may be a serial killer...with a brain disorder

or.......

just a lonely girl...with a broken heart

a rhymer is me
to tell the stories to thee
clearly you can see