Well I sometimes miss
When I was a kid
It's awfully hard
To get used to this

All this grown up stuff
Being out to lunch
As they keep passing the plate
No thank you very much

Growing bounds and leaps
Pretty as you please
What's in front, behind
and beside of me

With a wrinkle here
And a wrinkle there
Along with balding spots
In my graying hair

And a belly Buddha
Would be proud of
Since I haven't missed
Many times at lunch

With a memory
That's hard to find
As this wandering mind
Gets lost at times

So if I had the chance
Just tell me when
Show me where
And I'd do it all again

There is nothing better
In this world you’ll find
Than the stealing of watermelon
Straight from off the vine

Makes them even sweeter
If there’s a challenge to the cause
Being chased by buckshot
Or old man Jamison’s dog

Running cross an open field
One dangling from each arm
Just make sure you’re fast enough
Where you don’t buy the farm

Make it to the edge of woods
Count yourself as lucky
If both you and the stolen goods
Arrive at the scene Scott free

There’s nothing better in this world
That you my friend can find
Than in the stealing of watermelon
Straight from off the vine

Land of the free
Home of the brave
From sea to shining sea
In between golden waves

From the fields farmers plant
Across the vast Mid-West
In this Americana Panorama

Northern cities touching sky
Scrapers lighting up the night
As the Carolina shore
Echos back the oceans roar

Along the Texas plains
Where freedom loves to sing
In this Americana Panorama

With the Grand Canyons openness
To Alaska's wilderness
The mountains majesty
Powerful in its reach

In all the time that's spent
There's no other way to live
In this Americana Panorama

The colorful blue fescue
On a Kentucky afternoon
Under a Live Oak tree
With Spanish moss as company

To the California sunset
Being the last thing said
In this Americana Panorama

Now that I've got you
            where I want you
                  I'm going to do with you how I please

Now that I've got you
            where I want you
                  Get ready to cry out for relief

Now that I've got you
            where I want you
                  I'm going to hug you tight and squeeze

Now that I've got you
            where I want you
                  You'll only have eyes for me

Now that I've got you
            where I want you
                  Your desire will be to never leave

Now that I've got you
            where I want you
                  It's only you that I do see

But if I stop
            and think about it
                  It might be you who's gotten me

left handed lefty
lifted his right hand one day
quickly asked a question
then just as fast put it away

it was at that moment
lefty was left with a thought
what if the only thing left
is not right at all

leaning left he often said
what he thought was right
but when it comes to answers
right at times can be hard to find

left handed lefty
put his hand back in his pocket
thinking right then the only thing left
was to pretend he never thought it

Wipe the fog from off the mirror
Clean the dust from off the shelves
Leave behind the older pictures
When we portrayed our younger selves

Strike a match to all the memories
Not to burn but light them up
Make them that much easier to see
Don't blow them out until we're done

Take the lessons in the making
Add them to the ones we've learned
Put them with the ones we're saving
So there's enough to go around

Strike a match to all the memories
Not to burn but light them up
So the shadows in their dancing
Recognize the both of us

If we sleep with one eye open
We can watch out for the night
Maybe then when comes the morning
We'll have saved a bit of time

Strike a match to all the memories
Not to burn but light them up
Welcoming the warmth it brings
Heating up our present love

If everything ran
According to plan
How dull would life be
Without its demands

Without a piece of the pie
Missing a slice
There'd never be wonder
Or questioning why

While this statement to you
May sound less than true
What good is life
If you've nothing to lose

If it always felt right
With never a bite
Then no remedies
Would you need to find

We all wish for the day
Free of all pain
But you know what they say
About no pain no gain

What can you do
But to accept this as true
What good is life
If you've nothing to lose

She told me she's from somewhere
But I still have my doubts
Asks if I've ever been there
Maybe so but I've lost count

She showed me her reflection
Sparkles as it shines
Asks me if I have one
I say yes but it's not mine

She counts off the minutes
Adds them to her day
Asks if I can spare one
But I gave mine away

True to her convictions
A truth that ain't no lie
The day I found her missing
She never said goodbye

My guess is she went somewhere
Strung along by sound
I might one day go back there
But still, I have my doubts

Dear Mr. President,
    The reason for this letter
    Are you as sick as the country is
    If so I hope you soon fell better

Dear Mr. President,
    At the end of the month is all your
    money  spent
    And if it is like all mine is
    Do you sit and wonder where it went

Dear Mr.President,
    Do you often think about your kids
    How they'll survive in this world we
    have
    Do you ever worry like a Dad

Dear Mr. President,
    Are you soon to be in the unemployment
    line
    If you are you can stand next to me
    I'll save a place if you like

Dear Mr. President,*
    This letter that I send
    My hope is that you'll read into it
    what I meant

             Signed,
                 a concerned citizen

Here one minute
Gone the next
From what you were
To nothing left
All except
The memory
That too soon
Will also leave

Every picture
Of you will fade
Until they're finally
Thrown away
No one remembers
Your look, your name
Gone out as fast
As you came in

Here one minute
Then out of sight
Thought you'd win it
Not this time
When you stood up
Life knocked you down
Better luck
Next go around

They think he's a bully
With the words that he speaks
They bring him up cruelly
Abhor his deeds

Can't stand the sight
Or the sound of his voice
They think he's a bully
Does he give them a choice

They think he's a bully
But he doesn't let that
Get in his way
Takes life to the mat

They say that they wont
No never, no not
They think he's a bully
What choice have they got

They think he's a bully
Says and does what he feels
Barks out his orders
While ordering meals

The crowd is aghast
Thinking this can't be real
They think he's a bully
As he hammers out deals

They think he's a bully
On the world stage
I'd say his name
But that might give it away

Don't be mistook
Every face is a book
That tells of a story
The closer you look

Around the eyes
You can read every line
The laughter and heartbreak
Wrote out over time

A crease in the edge
At the turn of the lips
Dog-eared smile or frown
To later be read

It's all there of course
In chapter and verse
As the title suggests
From our best to our worst

All in the look
Not always understood
Telling a story
As every face is a book

I just need one more chance
This time I'll get it right
You know that it's not like
I haven't even tried

Before the walls close in on me
Or before the great hell freeze
I'll do whatever it is I need
To gain your trust in me

When it was your trust I lost
The very first time around
I ran it into the ground
Took years then to be found

I have learned my lesson here
To suffer is my fate
I did not hesitate
Before it was to late

I just need for you to see
I need one more chance

The turkey's on
Old man Johnson's farm
All wised up this year

Logging on
To Amazon
About mid November

With Halloween out of the way
They were bound to save
On the items they would need

Which worked out great
Cause all they could afford to pay
Was in scratched up chicken feed

The pigs helped in
The ordering
As it's a well known fact

That being turkey's
They're always in a hurry
And ain't nobody got time for that

They saved up extra seed
For quick delivery
When you're on the cliffs edge dancing

Coming down to it
This being life or death
There's no need to take chances

In the nick of time
The package arrived
On the day required

The fateful day
Known to our hero's as shake and bake
November 23rd

On that morning when
Old man Johnson then
With ax in hand stepped outside

Where he tried to think
Had he ever seen
So many cows in his life

In between the moo's
He heard a gobble or two
Which in itself is very strange

Plus the Amazon bill
For umpteenth costume cows
He just can't quite explain

We tried something different this year
A Thanksgiving day buffet
I really like the leftovers though
So I lined my pockets with cellophane

To justify my actions
As I stood in line
With the twenty bucks I was paying  
Would a little take out be such a crime

Being a master of illusion
I pointed and said is that Santa Claus
While everyone was looking
I filled my back pockets with cranberry sauce

Things were running rather smoothly
As we moved along
I was stuffing everything from giblets to gravy down my drawers
As if there was nothing wrong

With tomorrows lunch now in my pockets
I went back to the table to dine
Forgetting the cranberry sauce in my rear as I sat
I squirted the lady behind me in the eye

Her husband jumped quickly into action
He was a mountain of a man
We'll just call him Everest
I didn't have time to catch his name

He picked me up and started shaking
That's when my stuffing's came flying out
Tomorrows meal went everywhere
Splattering the entire dining crowed

There was quite a ruckus
As we chased around the restaurant
It's going to be hard to get my leftovers back
Now that I've lost my air of nonchalant

As we were knocking over tables
I got the idea to grab peoples plates
Not wanting to be a spoiler of the holidays
Out the door I hollered back

Have a Happy Thanksgiving Day!

i feel at times i've written all i could write
said all there is to say
on the view points i have of life
and all that's come my way

i've found with time there's nothing new
on the door step of tomorrow
whether it be yesterdays forgotten love
or today's remembered sorrow

do i really believe the time has come
to lay down this magical pen
find a way to make it out
before it does me in

i'll continue to dream of the sand and sea
with the sun beating on my back
tossing in the waves all that i have written
all that i have ever said...

Sitting in the basement
Two friends were fairly wasted
With an idea, both of them could taste it
So they decided they would make it

They tried to pull up the internet
With a computer not even turned on yet
So they smoked another doobie and
Came up with a master plan

When the internet finally did come on
They Googled how to make an "H" bomb
They giggled like silly teenage girls
Cause the knew they'd be rulers of their world

They wish they'd studied more in school
This "H" bomb language wasn't written for simple fools
So they called up someone smart they knew
They called Bob

Well Bob was just right down the street
Always there to help a friend in need
Even came with his own bag of ****
Bob is a good friend indeed

After an hour or so they tried to explain
What they needed from good ole what's his name
But couldn't remember why it was he even came
I guess **** just made the world a safer place

Hello Poetry,
It's me I'm here                                                             ­                                                                 ­                    
Apparently someone should have locked the door
Then my likes would not have snuck inside
Were you not told?
Were you not warned?

I'll try to make our time together
As painless as painless can be
But if you develop a twitch, the slightest of tics
Don't blame me
Blame the keeper of the key...

If I could be anyone
I wanted to be
After checking my list
I'd still want to be me

From the top to bottom
Then back up again
There's no other skin
I'd fill comfortable in

I'm pretty unique
There's no one out there
Exactly like me
No not anywhere

Out of all of the people
Around me I see
I think that it's best
That I just stick with me

If your out there like me
Then fill free to be
Your very on you
As you let me be me

Accept who you are
And toss out your list
Without the list
Then you'll never miss

You can take that as fact
Jot it down as true
Do all the math
Me=Me, You=You

Taking my January break...I'll be back!

When did sanity
Abandon me

When did all she wrote
Move on down the road

When did all worth living for
Cut this child's umbilical cord

When did better luck next time
Find the grass greener on the other side

When did child's play
Take root in much to late

Who put the cap back on the Genie in the bottle
And when did shoulda, cuolda, woulda replace outta

When did the doors we have
Become securely latched

And the other side of the tracks
When did they become the best we ever had

My God holds the world in the palm of His hand
Keeps the sea back from invading the land
Captures the wind then sets it free
And still finds the time to spend time with me

He's the one who created the stars and set them in place
All seen and unseen is all that he's made
Placed the hidden line between day and night
Sharing this beauty by giving us life

His grace taught the flower to open in Spring
Taking in pleasure the beauty it brings
Sets into song all of the birds above
Doing this all out of His precious love

Bringing to wonder, the eyes of a child
As far off distant thunder speaks of His power
Giving His Son to us all so all could be free
As Jesus hung on the Cross He had in mind you and me

Yes my God does all, of this and more
Crown Him as King, Praise Him as Lord
His blessings beyond counting the grains of sand
As He holds it all in the palm of His hand

Been digging this hole
For far too long
My pickaxe and shovel
I've about worn them down

Wish I could say
They've been put to good use
But when digging a hole
That's not always the truth

The pickaxe is my mouth
The shovel my mind
In the digging of deep
I've worked both overtime

The handles I break
As I can't handle it
You'd think I'd learn from mistakes
And finally, quit

But quitting's not easy
When digging a hole
And how long I'll go
Lord only knows

Cause I've been digging this hole
Longer than I care to count
My pickaxe and shovel
I've about worn them both down

I might say I know the way
But is it the way I take

I might say I'll love today
But will it be a love I fake

I might say I have the time
But do I spend it wise

I might say I'll give in kind
But on who's hard earned dime

I might say a lot of things
But are they things I mean

I might say you have my word
But how true does that ring

I might say I'm here to help
But what all does that entail

I might say above all else
I mainly only think of self

Living in the shadow of Babel
Where nothing makes any sense
Confusion set in because of man's sin
Bringing with it certain death

We've built for ourselves a tower
Of media and government
Our innocence we've deflowered
Not holding to God's promise kept

Lost compassion and understanding
Arguments on either side
Tongues let loose spouting so-called truth
Last to realize it all could be lies

We look at each other dumbfounded
Wondering how this could go on
All the while over time we've allowed it
And now we are dry to the bone

All this in the shadow of Babel
Where the tower swings as it sways
It almost would be laughable
If we hadn't given our souls away

Living in Babel today...

Do you at times find yourself going this way and that
Moving rapidly to the right and the left
As you travel roads from the East to the West
Out there placing life's bets

Do you generally take the ups and the downs
As well as the ins and the outs
Looking ahead as you leave it behind
Figuring out what life's all about

Do you tend to take the good with the bad
Righting the everyday wrongs
Willing to take the happy as well as the sad
In the humming of your life's song

Do you hide yourself out in plain sight
Not speaking unless spoken to
Are you right now reading this silently out loud
As it points its finger at you

I'm not sure you can see this
But my life is an experiment
Where I try new things out every day

I wake up in the mornings
Most times without warning
Put my feet on the floor, then on my way

I talk with people I pass
Monitoring if they talk back
If I feel lead I'll even shake hands

With this I check my heart rate
Making sure to keep up the pace
Like a lab rat at sciences demand

I'll visit Delicatessens
Jotting down lessons
Of what I do and do not like

I do this for science
Where future generations might find it
Interesting that I always order pie

I've even fallen in love
Believe me science doesn't know enough
And I'm not sure they'll ever find that out with time

But I'll keep on experimenting
My life project I hope soon won't be ending
For the sake of science and all of mankind

Once I was the lying kind
Whatever lie came across my mind
I'd stick rock solid hard with it
To the point of going down with the ship

If there was a chance that I'd get caught
I'd double down on that thought
Fabricate till my lips turned blue
Swear up and down that it was true

I would build so tall a tale
Twice the size of the Eiffel Tower
Having most there wondering
If it was French that I was spewing

Keeping people all confused
On if the lie was really true
Giving me more of a chance
To add a few more lies to it

You might up and wonder why
I would tell so many lies
Was the truth not good enough
Was it the thrill inside the bluff

The older now I seem to get
My mind slides as much as slips
Making it harder to misconstrue
So now I only tell the truth

You do believe that too...don't you?

Standing in the shadows
Of the forgotten years
Between the wars amongst our fathers
In the shape of mothers tears
Shadows growing long and heavy
Though not enough to cover fears
Standing in the shadows
Of the forgotten years

Standing in the shadows
As we're killing time
Always hoping for the day
To be saved by the light
Blending in the best we can
Whether day or night
Standing in the shadows
As we're killing time

Standing in the shadows
Because the shadow knows
There is nowhere else
For a soul to go
That has gone through all of this
So many times before
Standing in the shadows
Because the shadow knows

I'm learning so much these days
Social mediating my way through life
Like how to get away with things that I say
Which most times aren't very nice

It's really not that big of a secret
Anyone can join in on the fun
Just throw an LOL! on the end my friend
And you can insult most anyone

For example, you're the worst person in the world LOL!
Simple enough...see what I mean?
As you let the truth fly the wise in their own eyes Have no idea of what they've just seen

So let's all try this together
Everyone line up single file
Wait! You call that a line?! Are you people out of your minds?!?
Do you all have beans for brains? LOL!

I think you all now get what I'm saying
I think I explained it rather well
Unless your all just a bunch of dim witted Neanderthals
Oh I almost forgot.....LOL!

There's no need for you to worry
No need for you to fret
I've been to see the doctor
And he says I'm not a threat

He says that I'm not dangerous
And I will be okay
And that the voices in my head
Will one day go away

If unhinged were bottle rockets
I might light up the night sky
I could snap at any moment
But I promise not to bite

Don't be nervous I'm not contagious
Though I'm not a betting man
My mind's just on hiatus
Out building castles in the sand

So you see there's no need to worry
Or call the authorities
But if non compos mentis came in Slurpees
I'm pretty sure my brain would freeze

Perhaps I see things differently
Than the normal side of town
Doesn't mean I'm pushing crazy
I'm just tugging on its hand

poetry i do believe
soon will be the death of me
as it takes over heart, mind, and soul

at my detrimental cost
it's all i ever think about
as it burrows deep to gain control

at this edge of time all i find
is my live as one long rhyme
with the need to stamp on it a title

for all the world to see and read
yes he caved to poetry
and completely lost out on the battle

My brain is like
a boomerang
I have these thoughts
I can't contain
I toss them out
they come right back
Wack me in the head
with things I've said
With not much thought
to what I say
My brain is like
a boomerang

Out of the corner of my eye
I keep catching this poem
I know it's the same one that's been following me
Wherever it is that I go

I'm not sure at this moment
What it is that this poem really wants
Before I even think of confronting it
It turns on its heels and it runs

I've seen it in darkened doorways
Down back alley's deep and blind
It's got me rather nervous you see
With every lamp post I'm looking behind

When I'm asleep late at night snuggled up tight
I hear a scratching on the floor
Is it the poem making noises under my bed
Believe me that's one place I'm not going

If this poem of mystery that keeps following me
Feels the strong need to be written
Then it aught to show itself for what it is
It needs to come out in the open

We can both sit down like adults
And discuss what it is it's trying to say
Put it all down in rhyme then over time
It can move along on it's merry way

as soon as it is i fall asleep
i have the strangest of strangest dreams
with the past ahead of me
and the present far behind

i find myself floating out to sea
with empty faces on the shore
all hold flags that once were free
now tattered as well as torn

i try and swim my way back in
but the harder that i try
i'm pulled further and further away from me
with the ever changing tide

as lady liberty waves goodbye
in her overly tarnished stance
i can see she's losing needed strength
from her daily circumstance

then in my dream she topples
top heavy she'd become
is it me or just the dream  
that i can't seem to wake up from

The promise we made that day on A1A
Whoever was left alive would drive
With the ashes in the seat, the first one to leave
Making it to the Keys one final time

Lived our lives with no thought who'd be the first one out
Every minute of every day along the way
No need for a starter gun as we were always on the run
Making life easier to give away than ever save

And don't life have a way of twisting in it's crazy run
With the jest of it's last twist is Jimmy's gone
Leaving me in the drivers seat, Jimmy's ashes next to me
Rolling down A1A like a song

As an afterthought Jimmy dreamed of being an astronaut
So we stopped off for a tour of Cape Canaveral  
Not really sure of why with Jimmy already in flight
Leaving far behind this crazy world

Was that him that spoke up dude let's go to Hollywood
But Florida's Hollywood only has shooting stars
Jimmy never once complained we were taking the long way
Or even asked me once where we were

Talked of life along the way from Pompano to Biscayne Bay
Top pulled back, blowing free in the wind
Last stop on this quest, the very edge of Key West
Where I mixed Jimmy's ashes with the sea and sand
Which was the last part of this A1A crazy plan

I fix your breakfast every morning before I go to work
I set your favorite channel on the T.V.
Last thing I butter the toast before I go
Cause I know you don't like your bread soggy

I think of calling you but I know better
You never would pick up the phone
What could I say besides I miss you anyways
And is this the sadness that makes us alone

I make it home just in time for dinner
And again set out those two empty plates
The conversation is light, guess you know why
I watch the news then go to bed because it's late

In the morning I get up and do it all again
I make sure your eggs are warm and your juice is cold
I've followed this routine for several years going
A routine that is as young as it is old

I pick up my satchel, head back to work
Ready for another long grueling day
It's you I think about more often than not
Which helps to pass the time away

Back home again in time for dinner
As I wonder what it is you would eat
I try to fix what you would like most every night
Since I'm not to concerned about me

Because it's been five years now that you've been gone
Seems only yesterday we placed you in the grave
How fast the time has gone, wish your were still here at home
Then and only then would I know what to say

Mother Nature ran a want ad
In this year's Farmers Almanac

Seems these days she's wearing thin
With the progress made by modern man

She needs a little extra help
With the here and there and there about

The whole earth needs a good sweeping
From the ocean floors to the river streams

From high above to down below
All of the trash that has been thrown

With all the extra mess around
She can't keep up with the dusting down

That is why she placed the ad
In hopes of getting help with that

Resumes started pouring fast
From North to South, East to West

So many from around the globe
Who would have guessed, who could have known

There were so many that were keen
In wanting to keep the Planet clean

Right then and there on the spot
She hired them all, the entire lot

She gave them brooms, their own dust pans
Sent them all throughout the land

To every crevice, every crook
To give the world a spit shine look

So many helpers worked that day
Into the yawning wee hours late

Until the earth was **** and span
Every water splash, every grain of sand

From underneath to over top
Everyone had cleaned it up

Bi-weekly now she runs the ad
Inside the Farmers Almanac