when i was a boy,
i collected seashells.
i had the most beautiful collection
when i was a boy.

i dreamt of seashells
and what i dreamt was beside
me every morning of everday
when i was a boy.

i had red ones and blue ones
white ones and rounds ones
ones of beauty and of majesty
when i was a boy.

the world marvelled at my collection
the world coveted my collection
i had the most beautiful seashell collection
when i was a boy.

one day i looked out through a window
and saw a boy walking along the beach
he picked up the plainest of seashells
and smiled
i raged and raged and raged
for forty days and forty nights
i raged
when i was a boy.

a man is born with a *****, testicles, and various other masculine equipment and tendencies.

a Man lives by a masculine code that revolves around the physical, the mental, and the spiritual. a Man is committed to himself above all else. this may sound selfish, but it isn't. a Man not only puts himself on high, but connects himself mind, body, and soul to the physical, mental, and the spiritual. everything that he connects to himself becomes himself. a Man does not distinguish between the his own flesh and the flesh of his children. a Man does not distinguish between his mind and the mind's of those in his inner circle. a Man does not distinguish between his will and the will of his god. a Man is power. he is the generator. those that he has allowed to plug into his world are empowered by him. they come into his presence and feel better for it. a Man changes lives. a Man understands the trinity of justice, mercy, and charity. a Man is not afraid to give to those as they deserve. he looks with fair eyes and does not slow his hand or slow its speed. a Man is not cold enough to be alien to compassion. he can see to the heart of matters and look past the easy answers. when others will marvel at his wisdom and praise his mercy. he will only think 'as it should be'. a Man is not without the ability to go beyond. he can look to the future. help those that need it, sometimes before they need it. anticipation and preparedness are the weapons of the Man. stoic strength is his shield. a Man is not without weakness. he understands his weaknesses, but is not victim to them. he may succumb to them, but as a master of justice, he steels himself for the price he must pay. weakness must be addressed and turned to strength. as a Man fears, he must stand up and face it. as a Man despairs, he must turn it aside. when a Man fails, all that have plugged into his power will fail. when a Man falls, families, nations, societies fall. when a Man falls, it is the duty of another Man to come to his aid. when Men stop aiding Men, they merely become men with penises and various other masculine equipment and tendencies.

The Man is a Man that all other Men fear and long to be. He is the one that Men plug into. Some Men see that as a sign of weakness and rebel, but The Man signs paychecks and feeds families. who will topple The Man?

Rhymes sweetly, but can me a
***** my finger won't I still bleed.
Times toughen, and kick me in my
As trees grow, life will reseed.

Walks manly, and scratches my
Ball's in your court, bounce my way.
Talks fanning flames, I don't give a
Dam for beavers, I shall not stray.

Words come faster, so call me a
******* looking for his father
Figure me out in your secret mind
****, get out, look for another.

it's not like a finger
it's more like an arm
i am not a mod *******
but i do have my charm

will take you by hand or
by foot if i hafta
but i'm going down south
and make you cry 'fasta'

what nobody sees,
nobody will repeat
we can do this quick
and must be discrete

darlin', your intelligent and
i love to hear you talk
but today my name is jack
and here's my beanstalk

the more you poke at it
the more it will grow
the more i poke with it
the more you will know

grab ahold tight
and don't let go
because this moby is wild
and ready to blow

sweetheart, i love you
and now that you know
thanks for the good times
but ***** you gotta go

shape
i shrug off my current form
like a
never-ending
flowing river
constantly
moving forward never seeing
the same
scenery twice
skin color changing
driving to colors un-dreamt of
me
a moving changing shape
moving in an
insane
world

i looked with
quizzical disdain
it was plain
i was not amused
as i perused
and openly confused,
i was
about to say...

she said "chill"

she stood with
stern command
glass from sand
she would not budge
(not even for fudge)
but not to judge,
she was
about to ...say...

i said "chill"

we held on
to the night
fear the light
blind to the unknown
where the winds blown
what's to be shown?
we were
about to say...

"chill"

the whole pig is but a part of me
as i am but a part of you
i have devoured it and consumed it
completely. you have me.
i have relished in its death
and basked in its life as it
seeped onto parched earth.
i smile while it squeals.
how it sounds so human.
do you hear me squealing?
as my heart is rent in two
and piece by piece is swallowed.
as my soul is ripped from me
and piece by piece is swallowed.
mmmm...little pig tasted so good.
how i enjoyed it.
ribs were so tender and
came easily from the bone.
little pig, little pig, let me come in.
pork chop was pink to the center,
plump and required a knife to sever.
little pig, little pig, let me come in.
sausage, two in number, sliced in twain.
red, and spicy, and oh...so delicious.
you huff and puff
to blow my house down.

where are you when i need you most?
when the day has reached it's twilight
and the bitter night creeps through my house.
the pitter-patter of little feet has become
the stimpy-stomping of little monsters.
the chitter-chatter of nig-nig-nagging
is constant in my ear.
oh, heineken, heineken, heineken.
were you but a woman, i would flee this world
and steal you away as paris took helen.
we would spend day and night in each other's embrace.
i would sing praises and songs in your honor
and the world would stand back and marvel
at the love between us.
but, you are not a woman, but still i long for
the feel of your firmness in my hand,
your wondrous good taste chasing worry away.
i would drink you and all of your companions
and dance/prance/stumble to the bathroom
as if in heaven.
the pitter-patter would turn to clinking of bottles.
the chitter-chatter would turn to clicking of caps.
but alas, i am merely dreaming and sober.
and tonight you are in the hands of another.
tomorrow, i will venture and seek you out.
oh heineken, you will soon be mine.
mine all mine, the world will tremble with my
drunken laughter.

Tree of endless life
Let us hang ourselves and swing
Watching life slip by

Life of joyless dreams
We need to gather more rope
Waking just to die

Dreams of empty souls
Swaying gently in the breeze
Light slips from our eyes

mister master
sister slapped her
grabbed your ***
faster faster

broken plaster
alabaster
poked your ****
faster faster

ester asked her
my disaster
grinning grins
faster faster

blister blaster
such a *******
smacked your mom
and faster faster

flushed her flashed her
dropped my pants sir
kiss my ***
faster faster

a voice whispers 'hide...'
godzilla comes out this night
he will break your heart.

on the side,
on the sly,
fix me a sandwhich
of tuna and rye.
grab my stick,
point to the sky.
look at my **** to
poke you in the eye.
pull out my ***** to
poke you in the pie.
hmmm... hmmm... hmmm...
cherry ******' pie.

on the side,
on the sly,
fix me a sandwhich
of tuna and rye.

mounds profounds
deep thoughts of your *******.
the big ones, the best ones
but never itty-bitties.

a handful, a mouthful
i love to touch.
all day, every day
is never too much.

pleading and pleading
don't tell me no.
pleasing and pleasing
rub fast and rub slow.

your *****, your bust
your ******, your ****.
the jiggling and wiggling
is always a treat.

your front, your fun-pillows
your melons, your chest.
the shaking and quaking
is always the best.

you are causing a tremor
an earthquake in my pants.
come a little closer
because mr. happy needs a chance.

i have a feeling and whenever i get this feeling
the ceiling the floor and back to the ceiling
the voices are chit chit chattering
telling me telling me, bit bit battering
forgive me for the thoughts that come as the may
forgive me for the words that i can't help but say

i can't stop the voices, i can't stop the feeling
the ceiling the floor and back to the ceiling
the feeling is bad and i deserve it most true
the feeling is deserved, so i do what i must do
forgive me for the thoughts that come as the may
forgive me for the words that i can't help but say

pain is my middle, my first and last name
the more whish whish whispers tell me the same
i can't help but feel the way that i do
the pain is something i must share with you
forgive me for the thoughts that come as the may
forgive me for the words that i can't help but say

the words, the thoughts, the senses are failing
the voices are truth-stakes my heart impaling
i know not to whom to turn when i am confused
the voices are pain-death-smell infused
forgive me for the thoughts that come as the may
forgive me for the words that i can't help but say

there is redemption for me
in the eyes of heaven
looking down from the clouds
at a man of broken dirt
i raise my hands in supplication
so filthy and so frail,
grit and grime between my fingers,
sweat and tears on my face,
the agony of a soul in need,
pleasing and pleading, i have nowhere else to turn.
welcome me home and take me in.
hold me close and wipe my face.
tell me everything will be all better.
tell me there is no need to worry.
tell me i am forgiven.

fear not the
juggernaut
my son
you can not
stop it
you must not
block it
stand aside
my son
and let it
pass.

behind the boathouse in august,
he moves to her side.
she pulls away from the boy
with the violet eyes.

in his eyes, tinged in red,
like the sun that inflames above,
burning the land and sea,
scorching the grass and her skin.

then too, an intense blue
so wide and empty,
it rivals the deepest sky
that seeks to swallow the sun

within these colors,
a rush of purple springs forth.
as it surges, he leans forward,
to take the girl with his violet eyes.

I was sleeping
And like a victim two seconds unaware
I was smiling
I was dreaming

I heard a crying
And like a father I was moving
I was running
You were creeping

I heard a splashing
Much like some children playing
I wasn’t laughing
You were spreading

You splashed and crashed
And poured in all of my crevices
You spread and I was dead
On the inside, You are the nemesis

And you would have laughed
If you had a voice and lips
To smile while I cried.

I was sleeping
And like a victim left for dead
I stopped breathing
While you were creeping

from the sea, a mighty beast arises,
with eyes for un-civilized destruction.
thermo-nuclear powered surprises,
raining pain and death's dark function.

across the land, godzilla rages on,
deaf to the screams of those trampled below.
mortal man does weep that their age is gone,
their buildings burn with ample glow.

from the sky, mortal man's jets fly and scream
as bursts of flame cut throw them like butter.
all that mortal man has become and dreams
is charred and laying in the gutter.

so, as the old man weeps his end grown near,
the young man rushes to the streets with cheer.

jason mraz
is not jazz
he is just a boy
with a toy
with a voice
but not my choice
i remember
i savor
the flavor
of the past
i am growing
old
let me sleep
silence
not a peep
enough

Prayers fall on deaf ears
Silent pleadings unnoticed
And the moon shines on

The ax falls swiftly
Heads roll like children’s marbles
And the moon shines on

Justice falls like rain
The crowds cry and cheer with joy
And the moon shines on

do not say it, express it*

my life in a moment has been
a momentarily lapse of reason.
my heart in this venture has been
a vexing vent into a loving treason.
my soul caught up betwixt has been
a bewitching of what makes "me".
my fate in mutation has been
a mutinous stranding at sea.

responding to your email is like
telling you that i love you.
it is hard and i can never
get the words just right
i am sitting here looking at
your brief little note
your brief little message
your brief little touch and
warm caress of the soul
reading your email is like
hearing you say that you love me.
so i look away. i close my browser.
i try to think of something else.

responding to your email is like
telling you that i need you.
it is wrong and i can't seem
to get you out of my mind.
i am sitting here staring at
my unopened browser
my unopened heart
my unopened touch and
warm caress of your soul
speaking my mind is like
condemning a guilty man to death.
so deserved. so true.
i try to think of something else.

responding to your email is like
telling you that i want you.
my mind, my soul, my heart
burns with insatiable longing.
i am sitting here dreaming of
the last time that i saw you
the last time that i heard you
the last time that i felt your
warm caress of my soul.
admitting the truth is like
a dull-edged knife cutting to my core.
i am so wrong. i am so silent.
i try to think of something else.

i reached my limit and pushed it
to the edge and walked it
down to the river and drowned it

i found my noodle and baked it
in a *** and strained it
down in the toilet and lost it

you spoke my placement and meant it
to the word and said it
down to the bottom and killed it

an open window,
a television turned low,
twice-read books,
hot dogs over-cooked,
stale breeze blowing in,
lights turned dim,
mail thrice-read,
an unmade bed,
a roommate with no key,
another lost in poetry

God,
bigger and/or/but smaller,
shorter and/or/but taller,
a lot less spiritual,
a lot more habitual,
very much more fleshed out,
very much more a clout,
same soul,
a drop in his bowl,
is
more and/or/but less,
me.

Listen

Voices with no bodies

Power with no force

Work with no time

Do this

Do that

(Maybe)

I am done listening

i met her so to get her
to live her and to love her
my stars her and my sun her
with my charm i have won her

to breathe her and to seeth her
i chain her and i whip her
i mind her and i blind her
with leather i will bind her.

i use her and abuse her
i sleep her and i peep her
i watch her and i weep her
for i know i can't keep her.

i scream her and i dream her
to touch her is too much her
i fill her and i till her
for her death will i part her.

is love an energy or a mental concept like time or space?*

she said, "my love is as boundless as the stars."
i said, "my love is not bounded by the speed of light."

she said, "my love is as deep as the ocean."
i said, "my love does not depend on points A or B."

she said, "my love is more powerful than the sun and shines much brighter."
i said, "my love is not subject to enthalpy or entropy."

she said, "i love you."
i said, "i love you more."

my hopes, my dreams
all that it seems
has fallen over the edge

turn around now
don't be the cow
that looks over the ledge

i am down here
ever-mind, ever-clear
ever oblivion true

turn around now
don't be the cow
that falls down here too.

the lessons that
i teach to you
preach to you
(how i would long to
reach to you)
you must be strong
and stand tall
you dare not fall
give it your all
for there are those
that wish you harm
succumb not to charm
sound your alarm
danger is all around
it lurks in every corner
at every turn
(for you do i yearn)
listen and learn
for the weak feed on
your power
stand and watch them cower
stand and raise your tower
fend off barbarians from your gate
sweetness, before it's to late
the lessons that
i teach to you
preach to you
will be learned
wisdom to be earned
when it is me that
your spurn

i have been the man that's lived divided
that has put you high upon a dusty shelf
i am now that selfsame man fully chided
that has noone to blame but himself
now that i have seen the errors of my way
i am failing to think of ways to amend.
now that in my lonely bed i often lay
i am failing to think of ways to defend.
i love with all my heart and all my soul
and regret that i have waited so long to see
making you happy is now my only goal
and proving to you my eternal loyalty

so as i feel as though you i don't deserve
you love me freely, fully, and without reserve.

Slow, slow and slower
I am. I am but a man
Of clay and of dirt.

Low, low and lower
I go. I go but I dream
Of clouds and rain.

Know, know I know of
My fate. My fate. My fate ends
In clay and in dirt

The wall must come down.
I am going to town to free James Brown,
But I will be back and that's a fact.

Mark did you fight at Jericho?
I was there. I was the wall
I swear. With the fingers
For you to look through.
What did you do? Did you spy?
With yon eye? What did you see?
Did she hold me tight?
All through the night?

My mind was elsewhere,
My mind was broken. Am I the token?
And you Mr. Boyd, tell Mr. Floyd
And those **** kids
To leave me alone. Throw me a bone.
The wall must come down.

tonight i set myself on the path of truth
to be the man that you've always needed
let us go back to the days of our youth
as i treat you as you are meant to be treated
tonight i set myself on the path of love
to be the man that you've always wanted
driven by a spirit and power from above
to exorcise mental ghosts that have haunted
tonight i set myself on the path of devotion
to you and only you, i recommit my heart
let us hold each other and move in slow motion
in a never-ending quest for a fresh start

and as i put myself on this path where i belong
i see that you have been waiting here all along

as i walked a winding road
that shifted beneath my feet
i met a woman with shifting load
that winded beneath her seat

said i to her, put on a smile
and the shifting will be ceased
said her to me, swallow your bile
and the winding will be pleased

said i to her, let it all go
and the load will be as air
said her to me, let it all go
and the road will be as fair

said i to her, walk with me
and we will see the world anew
said her to me, talk with me
and we will see the world us two

forgive me.
as you walked by,
i took a quick
peek at your ***.
when you noticed
out of the corner
of your eye.
you turned as if
to say something.
when you did, i
couldn't help but stare
at you *******.
so nice and round.
you could see the
desire in my eyes.
you smiled.
you liked the attention.
i will see you tomorrow.
same time, same place.
a different tight skirt.
a different revealing shirt.
the same need for attention.
the same urge to give it.

Looking out of the window on floor 3 of 5,
Watching little ants in their little cars.
Watching little ants with little smiles,
And little laughs and little victories.
Please, when it comes, make mine peaceful.

Sitting in the back, in a cubicle unnamed,
Not thinking about my work almost complete,
And the reaper standing at the time clock.
The reaper standing with my final paycheck.
Please, before it comes, let me call my mom.

Waiting, crossing "t's" and dotting "i's".
So much more that I could have done,
Have said, Have written, but it always
Comes down to the final page,
To the final sentence.
But, please, before it ends
Let me have the last word.

Alone in silence
Walking in lonely darkness
Branches slap my face

The path is narrow
The moon lights my way
Step by step, the pace

Garden of dreams, where
Nature suffers in pain and
Tears run down my face

petulant petunias,
rabid roses,
volatile violets,
i avert my gaze
and water the grass.

beautiful and not,
but very much so.

nothingness, a shade of grey.
what shall i do today?
i will watch the grass grow
and listen to the ants play.
ask the whales what they know
and mold a man out of clay.
change the oceans flow
and roll around in the hay.
illuminate with a golden glow
and make some sinners pay.
no...i know what is best,
it's the sabbath,
i'll just sit around and rest.

i walked swiftly as the rain fell,
and softly i heard my name.
i turned to see you standing there.
but I left you just the same.

you claim to love the falling rain
cleansing your beaten spirit.
the pain in your tears call to me
yet i can not go near it.

the darkness muffles hurried steps
i can bear my sin no more.
the rain chases a regretful man.
for a tender heart is torn.

i hear the screams build in your eyes.
i run with all my might.
because when you open your mouth,
thunder comes the night.
thunder comes the night.
thunder comes the night.

he prays that light will follow
the darkness. follow
the pain. follow.
he prays that hope will fill the hollow.
follow.
fill the empty hollow.

she looks at him so lost, so filled with sorrow.
so empty, so tragic,
'don't be so drastic'. sorrow.
tomorrow.

forever. eternal. internal. horror.
must sever. external. infernal. tomorrow.

he wakes. she sleeps.
he looks. he leaves.

she prays that light will follow
his darkness. follow
his pain. follow.

i passed from waking to slumber unbidden
and walked down paths untrodden.
i leapt and danced to music unheard
only to stop in your presence.

don't take this away from me.
don't make me go back.
don't silence the beauty of my soul.
don't try to understand.

for if dreams die i am soon to follow.

i have a dream
you are lovely truly
dancing, laughing, shining mine
i am dreaming happy
you and me for all of time

i have a dream
we look to our future
children running, jumping, sharing
hearts beating together
giving, taking, loving, caring

i have a dream
i am your love and
you are my life

they were not in my emails,
my chats, or the women
that i called friends.

they were in the secrets
you kept hidden and ex's
you rubbed in my face.

On a dusty path
I walk away from the sun
And into darkness

Standing by a tree
Avoiding falling moonlight
Whispering prayers

The beautiful stars
Giving light when I want none
Giving, while I take

you were at my side
and i at yours.
we conquered the world and
took no prisoners.
we were slave to the other's
will and masters to the other's
heart.
we flowed.
we were one.
we loved and lived.
i gave and did everything i could.
not enough.
never enough.
i had to let you go.

son,
there are monsters in the world
that will seek you and strive to
get you when you least suspect.

but,
more fearsome are the demons
of your own creation, because
not only can they get you,
they know exactly where you are.