Off to the loo with the morning paper , the news of the day , his morning constitution . These silly , weak people , like spoiled little children , why pollute good hot coffee with cream and sugar ? Day is for sweat , labor and toil , not to malinger and forebode like a slothful buffoon ! Carve hard rock like master sculptor , punch the clock like a Union steel worker !
  Cut Maple with axe like a tireless lumberjack , plow thirty acres with a mule like Daddy did ! Shovel coal like the Kentucky coal miner , labor at sea like Georgia shrimper ! Lights out at eight o'clock , wake up at five ! Red hots , biscuit , jam and black coffee . Fresh , full , stoked and alive !

Good morning birthday girl , it's your special day ..The apple of your Mothers eye , one year older today ..  Blueberry waffles with pancake syrup , chocolate milk and your favorite cartoons ! We'll put on our coats and mittens , then head to town , find a gift for my precious little child !. A tea set or jewelry box with a tiny dancer inside , roller skates , Barbies or a baby doll that cries ..We'll set by the fireplace on this chilly October day with sugar cookies , cinnamon sticks and sassafras tea !

To be in the top of that familiar old tree , throwing apples down for my friends to eat !  Gathering her yield for Dad's fried pies , ammo of choice for crabapple fights ! Lip smacking best jelly you've ever eaten , warm milk with applesauce when we couldn't get to sleep ...A quick snack while mowing the yard , cornbread , sweet tea and apple butter !

Disengage my molecular structure . Hold within suspended animation conveyance , fed within laser , fire it on course to Messler 31 ..Transformed into light , signal collected by planet not unlike ours , feeding alien race with my very soul via photosynthesis , warming the environment  , performing feats impossible to do on Earth .. My glowing apparition , reflected back to home planet , picked up through telescopic lens , Genesis II , first contact ,  shot through  prism , revealing colors never seen , hues that defy scientific logic as we currently know it .. With healing properties , answering long sought after questions on life , extraterrestrials and the Universe !

I wrote you a note in fourth grade , too afraid to send it to you ,  I put it away . I kept one eye on you at the end of each class all the way through elementary school , almost every day ...In high school you were so beautiful that I couldn't even begin to try an talk to you ! Your star , rising faster every day as mine gradually faded ..I watched from the front porch when you waved goodbye to your parents , then drove away .. I've always wondered if you remember me holding the door for you in mid-November that same year ? Brief yet ever sweet fragrance ...

Calm . Anchored by sea , low on provision . Indifferent placid waters , inescapable heat . Rumor of cannibalism on board . Our penance for wickedness , gluttony and vanity .. The Horses thrown overboard at noon !  In spite of travail , military bearing of crew has solidified ! The confusion , fear and cries of their sacrifice failed to remove the firm countenance of weathered , battle hardened sailor ! The sea shall return her dead one day as told in Scripture just as the the westerlies have returned to guide our party home . Georgia's continuous coastal breeze haunts my mind , work and at rest , painfully filled with the cry of the Horses !

My sunbeam in the morning -the field of energy that circumnavigates the past . The tenon securing thoughts -preventing miscommunication , reticent , careful what to share ...To remain steadfast in private battles devoid of fear , the molecule in the scent plume that wolves can lock in on with uncanny precision inside the odor gradient ! Look malevolence in the eye and not blink .. To be cognizant and intensely focused as opposed to haphazard , omnipresent ...Receive indicators and triggers , process them in their totality , exercising their potential benefits with caution at whirlwind speed ...

One set of shallow footprints between plant rows , young farmer doubling timing with some place to go ...Two sets of prints , one very tiny , first time in the garden for a curious toddler....Three sets of prints , two brown eyed helpers now , learning  , practicing the craft taught by Father ...One set of prints from a Planter walking slowly , recalling two sweet children , now with gardens of their own ....

Planet Earth . Creation . The perfect storm ? Miracle encapsulation of biochemicals or delivery from the Heavens above ? Millions of cells replicating upon organic matter no larger than the head of a pin ..The origin of life itself resting beneath our own skin ? Blood of mammal , hemolymph of insect , nerve cell of amphibian , skin cell of a pig ..The heart lung blood barrier of man , capillaries in the gills of fish .. Our gift of memory , albeit a curse at times , thought of mind and creativity .. Lust for blood , consumption of flesh , dominating spirit , insensitivity .  The hand that reaches for a flower , a fist driven into the face of an enemy ..Filled with love , life , intrigued with the mystery of creation one day , then hurtling over a cliff to your death the next ... Trillions of cells evolving , mutating , networking while the hallmark of life on Earth is busy de-foresting , polluting , selfishly consuming ! .......

A young lady sashays across the kitchen floor .. Displaying a stunning , red Ball gown , beaming , contrarily to an fro , eager for a compliment from a proud seamstress . A fidgety young boy ,  hand -me -down jacket with slacks being tailored , patches cut , hand sewn at worn out knees ..Darning Papas socks , repairing a tablecloth , custom curtains ,  flour sacks made into napkins , aprons , quilts  and handkerchiefs . A wicker box that belonged to very gifted hands indeed

Imaginative Boreas with water brush , highlights each and every color known to us .. Brilliant cool breeze , bringing canvas to life , singing in the wind , releasing the leaves .. Dusk , child of Seleane , antithesis to sunbeam , shadowing view .. Changing of mood , light upon field , juxtaposed with black forest , nerve-racking , ominous .. Ra awakened by Erebus , God of night  , to summon the Earth of impending first light !!

Good morning little Robin , leave her be , she's singing a song about her family !  A song passed down from Mother to Child , while perched atop a Live Oak , high above the ground !  Lovely little sparrow , your not fooling me ,  singing to the Angels in a Sweet gum tree . Studious , on cue , each note highlighting the other , sweet forest song with your avian brothers ! ******* crow your my favorite of all time , sitting at the top of a tall Georgia pine , listening , quite amused at the chorus below , cackle a reply then off you go !!!

I require three pertinent elixir's inside my icebox ! Sweet tea to quench my thirst , cold beer to settle in for the evening and hard liquor to smooth out the past ....

Lightning screaming into a 440 transformer , heat changing sand to crystal , nitro fueled rocket engine , glass pack exhaust , drowning out a locomotive screaming into your field of vision .. Double barrel Sawed off 16 gauge shotgun , pulling back on both triggers , one five five howitzer pumping rounds into a nuclear reactor...Delta Force coming in hard at tree top level ..Daisy Cutter dropped over a bivouac in the desert ...Spot welding a twelve inch gas main with a crack in it ...Surrounded on four sides , midnight , zealots committed to killing you ..

The first taste of Fall , with a slight nip in the air , reminds me of a five year old in his Astronaut gear ! Football helmet , pliers and hammer from Dads tool case ! Yellow raincoat and cowboy boots , outside the Eagle on Tranquility Base , Neil Armstrong  exploring the creek beside the Mothership ...Home ..Crawdad matches , tadpoles , mud puppies , mantids , a few June Bugs with kite string tied to one leg ..Aggies , Immies , shooters and swirls , GI Joes , jack stones and wood gliders ....

Taken aback , by the beauty of a' holler' in Quicksand one morning , songbirds echoing across the valley.. Traversed cool waters of the North Fork Kentucky River , window shopped on the streets of Jackson ..Wondering what it would be like to witness such beautiful scenery , day after day , vistas that most certainly play upon a mans mindset , unparalleled views , chatty blue collar shopkeepers and farmers , she's unequivocally fodder for endless stories and legends ..Foggy , gray , early mornings turn into daytime masterpieces , Xanadu for artist , poet and musician ! At dusk as the air begins to cool , smoke permeates from farmhouse and hamlet , aroma of firewood trapped in the valley as the whippoorwill sings her evening lullaby ...Kentucky is at rest tonight ......

Calamum et gladium ! Sally forward debilitated artist in various permutations , abnegated and incessant ! In simultaneous battle between thought and creativity ! Such is the day for the architect of Spoken Word........

Benevolent -brash brat of a boy-kicked in the nuts by your peers again-, writing about anguish with a goose quill pen , slurping on a ice cream sandwich , mocking the government , your monthly stipend creates disdain in your families blue collar frame of mind and your peers ? ******* rubbed on papyrus , palm ashes smeared on your buttocks , tempting a petulant son , so I heard a little bird sitting high in a dead Oak tree , telling tall tales about your Fathers impropriety , killing you even after you were already dead , as if you were never really born , not in the physical sense mind you but worse , in the grand theater of the mind , where everyone has a ticket to the inaugural performance , everybody you've ever run away from out of loathing or due to abject horror and fear of their disapproval , sitting on the front row , knowing **** good and well that your reading your lines from a cue card held by your shrink at the local VA , the can't look me in the face look like all the girls give you , the ones that twist being a gentlemen into a play for their affections , women tell tall tales at times , men are even worse , acting on their self righteousness by slaughtering the runt of the herd before the others ..Epilogue , the credits are running , just like the palpitations , into the woods so as not to create a sensation , away from the stage and the examination , back to your little tinder box on the edge of suburbia !

Love was a snake when you brought it down from the mountain ..... Yet still your confused as to why you've been bitten ?

I draw my right arm close to my side ....Hold it tightly at the wrist with my left hand , signing for prescriptions that enable me to perform feats of physical ingenuity to get through my dark days ...Visibly shake at the checkout counter ,trying not to be seen or run away ! Check the yard hoping nothing is there ... Focus on one object , ride out vertigo , comb my hair every hour on the hour , make sure the water is still on ...... Eat pre-prepared meals , choke it down with water , drink black coffee in order to maintain my balance .. Look at the same ten photographs from another time and place , dust each picture , put them back in the exact location ...Check my face and arms for signs of disease , run fingers through my hair in search of parasites ....Count every step down the basement stairs to keep my self in order , walk the entire area looking for potential problems.. ....In between security checks I find the time to write ...The only thing in my life that really seems to help.. The insanity makes the write and the write reveals the insanity at times ....

With arms outreached , commit to the light , resign a hardened countenance reserved for fools , thy fall now broken for eternity , as heart grows heavy , she is standing by the door with Hope , Intimacy ..Savor her , unleash your burden , recall all things beautiful at her every turn , announce the warmth inside your heart , inquire , secure and maintain her happiness and well being for all your days , she is the candle upon thy darkest path , reason in uncertain times , giver of life . Encircle her offerings with abundant admiration , Dawn till Dusk , forever and a day !

Plight of domestic animal on city streets ....Volunteer nightshades that germinate in Fall , wild rose bushes , strawberry plants growing in Summer on mountaintops ...Ice clinging to Pear trees after a Winter storm in late March ...Diseased Willow tree racked by howling ocean winds on the seashore...Man and woman both young and old , succumbing to the gentle allure , raging fire and finality of Relationship , Life and Love .....

Our soul , taken by Earths magnetic field , converted to complicated tones and delivered across the Universe ...True music which cannot be duplicated nor understood , untethered by traditional theory ... Contact amongst our Universal brethren seemingly impossible !.. Recognition ,  perception and harmony from our very first score on this planet... Yet to be transcribed ...

Split oak kindling , honey roasted pecans and eggnog .Walnuts , gingerbread and fruit baskets ..  Horehound and butterscotch candy... Egg Custard , hot black coffee and homemade vanilla milkshakes...German chocolate cake and divinity ...Thanksgiving and Christmas are wonderful times indeed !...

Reflect on the flowers that highlight the Earth , the fire in a lovers heart ...
Bread upon the altar for poet and poetess that passed before my time ...
Pray for peace , hope eternal and love for all mankind ....
Place my remains upon a pyre fueled with yellow Pine .....
I pray that my ash and smoke , will ride upon the Eastern Wind .....
Over cotton field and pecan grove enroute to tranquil sea...To be carried over Blue Ridge Mountain , sorghum field and meandering creek ......
Over man made impoundments of West Point , Allatoona and Lanier .....
To Columbus and Albany , over peanut estate and cornfield , farmhouse , silo and pond......Through Apple orchard in Ellijay and peach orchard in Locust Grove ... Through grape , muscadine and scuppernong arbor in McDonough , Monroe and Braselton ....Over Panola , Kennesaw , Blood and Stone Mountain....Across Chattahoochee , Flint , Savannah , Alcovy and Ocmulgee Rivers ....To be born , grow , flourish and love.. To mourn and to pass ..Over Georgia ..  Forever !....

The cabin on the river was empty during the week ,-opened like clockwork on Friday at six !..  Continuous card games , five card stud , five card draw , home brewed beer and painters **** , brought in Mason jars and cooled in " the ***** ." Milk jugs reflecting by the light of the moon , trot lines baited with chicken liver , blood bait and all sort of rank concoction ! Breakfast and dinner , placed at the gate on South River Road , delivered by family members , volunteers bringing the feast to the smokey lodge , where Poker never ceased from Dusk till Dawn ! Aroma of Pipe tobacco , cigarettes and cigars . Red man , Levi Garret , Chattanooga Chew , Johnny Walker Red , Jim Beam and Southern Comfort ! Men talked loud with shine running through their veins , laughing all night , I could hear them a half mile away ! Some would get so drunk that they bathed in the river , some would get bored , shoot liquor bottles and beer cans ! I could tell a thousand stories about that cabin , good and bad , some struck it rich , some left empty handed ..Never heard a word about the cabin during the week , men would look puzzled , shrug their shoulders , like it didn't exist !

Child do not sigh , for birds to grow weary , South they fly into picturesque scenery , happy thoughts abound after storm clouds depart , visions of rainbows and trunks full of gold ! ... Set upon the moon and sprinkle pixie dust , reach for a star to call your own ! Ride upon Pegasus through the Milky Way , past Orion , Pisces and the Pleiades . Float down to Earth and kissed by the Sun , awake and cheerful for the Dawn !

Sunset orange ardently overlays periwinkle and thistle whilst two tone brilliant fuchsia in passionate , reserved grace quietly dominates the image of sunrise as portrayed by a child  . Forest green , royal blue and cinnamon depict backyard adventure and wonderment of Blue Jays , Begonias , Daisy and Petunia  , rainy days captured in black , silver and indigo and raspberry , magical yellows , reds and gold , smiling friends on the school bus , hop scotch , favorite Teachers and kick ball , Summer vacation , grandparents and sand castles on the beach , turquoise sea , brown pelicans and scarlet sailboats , salt water taffy , midnight blue ***** and fuzzy wuzzy starfish*....

Prithee tranquility , peace and sweet uninterrupted sleep ....

Students of Machiavelli perjure the body politic , meanwhile the Calvary arrives on scene , Constables attack in every direction , the Sheep fall back , redirect ! Mushroom Barristers appear , stand tall , feed amongst dung and debris ... Prophet picking fungi weeping meeting and taking pictures for magazines and Good Morning America , fumigate the cracks and crevices between each building , fingerprint , humiliate , declare open season , flip the truth to make it palatable , taser shoot to **** then kangaroo court back at headquarters .. Shot in the back , point blank ,  taser from behind , with hands up or down in plain view , in pockets , in public or in secret and live at five ! Who's shooting who on the six o'clock news and who's putting the screws on the law and the truth , a crying mother , an angry brother it's Beirut 2.0  up in this ******* !  ..........

One eye open , in the pill box , tantamount to tugging on Mothers robe , trigging yet needing recognition , laying down suppressive fire for the entire division , marching through enemy lines , planes at treetop level make the ground shudder , Rottweiler at my bed won't leave me be , shadows growing larger , R.E.M. sleep . Both eyes open , panning into the tree line , five pills to choke down , a long days travel , trying to make it  until Noon , meet the combat medic , pick up fresh chemical to cure a soldiers blues .. Across the water a heron monitors the surface , hours on end without movement , stoic and proud or frozen with fear just like me !

When my Creator calls me home , carve my marker from sandstone , for I was many different grains of sand pressured into one ... Fear , guilt and myriad troubled times combined with periods of love , sweet dreams and a restless desire to solve life's role on a forever changing stage ...When my days are done , tell the people that may inquire that I was a musician , a blue note with infinite combinations , sad , inquisitive calls followed by tri -tone answers and chord progressions ....Twenty years after my death tell a friend that I was a poet , submitting my mindset for the world to critique , sharing my thoughts in the name of peace .......

***** handprints on the refrigerator door , muddy footprints on the kitchen floor ! Crayons and baby bottles under couch cushions , ***** diapers and grass stains on Sunday dresses and shirts ! My toddlers are grown up with kids of their own , and all the spills and stains are just memories now .. It's funny how the little things are the most precious now , things that were a big deal then now forgotten with time !  I can still hear them running up the stairs screaming with their shoes soaked from the rain , an I'd do anything in this world to have them back again !!

I recognize abandonment , sad countenance disguised in guarded solemnity , for we both vision a world thru familiar , hopeless eyes .....

Draw the warmth off of every person you should meet , each and every soul , hold a seashell to your ear and listen to the ocean , blow a kiss to the past and present , make a wish , flurry dandelion seedlings across a green field .. I pray for you to receive great imagination , my dear child , love with all your heart, be thankful as you lie in bed each night , dream of adventure and tall tales , puppy dogs and honeybees , sand dollars at the beach , exploring high mountains , climbing Chestnut Trees* ...

Amoeba swimming upstream on a petri dish , uncomfortable in artificial medium , frightened , stunned animal lying motionless in tall grass , by a busy intersection....Kudzu taking over a highway , running rampant in every direction , young art prodigy painting with watercolors on construction paper in kindergarten ... First cool wind of Winter filtering through pine forest , water trapped on city streets seeking path of least resistance .. Sand collecting at the bottom of a hill for fifty two plus years , contrail of a jet liner fading fast from right to left , condensation on a window pane waiting for the Sun to appear ....................

A  sometimes viscous , organic , circulating fluid is visible in puddles , old and new all over America tonight ...It is bright red , and it belonged to our young , outspoken , talented young citizens in the prime of their lives !  .........

With curiosity and trepidation , decisions reviewed prior to any action taken ,  questioning every visible or hidden , unknown angle of attack , strategically taking my Castle with your Knight ,  learning valuable life lessons on a game board tonight .....

It's like two people , lovers from the previous night that see one another the following day , a bit embarrassed , unsure if love or animal attraction exist between the two or heating a glass tube ,-building the facilitator for a hit of ice or two hidden from view , in a empty pack of Marlboros , people are more than aware of your "secret" discretions so why doodle , writing lines in sand that are erased at high tide , sending secret , sweet notes to the apple of your eye , building bridges for all to cross or lone tree on a island that nobody knows , creating fields of fire without a battle , stroking the ego of tyrants that don't really matter ?

'Tis Lucifer , the Fallen Angel that defecates upon the rocks , smearing , probing and sniffing , tracking the wolves thrown into Purgatory responsible for defiling , propagating and humiliating the good nature of the Child  ! Woe to canine returning to ***** out of jealousy with a callous and cruel heart ! The Spirit of humble poet and poetess defiled by aggressive tendency that begat corruption amongst her peoples shall face the very fire within the bowels of Earth ! Hades is a jealous entity as told unto men for judgement is swift and ferocious indeed ! !

A  jewelry box figurine pirouettes this evening to a familiar song , reminding a Mother of first baby steps , kindergarten and high school graduation ! I will hand down this sweet reminder of the past to my granddaughter someday as well ! ...

A young boy , sitting under a tall Water Oak Tree , chewing on fresh cut sugar cane with vivid images of Pirates and Caribbean Sea , indigo skies and treasure maps , wooden ships with cannons and Jolly Roger flying high above ! Adventure and mystery amongst each wave crashing into shore , mingled with danger , my cane pole turned into sword , in battle with the British Fleet on the shores of Hispaniola at High Noon , in search of my summertime treat !!

To all the children in the world tonight ! Have you gone to bed safe  in a warm nurturing home , a yard to run free , be yourself and explore ? Catch frogs or play with dolls , coloring books and Lincoln logs ! Pray for food , clean water , access to a Doctor , books to read and shoes on your feet ! Warm coats and toboggans , clean shirts and stockings , good schools and Teachers , rain jackets and mittens ! Pray for peace wherever you may be ! Good night ....................

Little Audrey is lunatic , clutching an album , a photo of her Mother , in Knoxville , excited and free she said !  .Audrey is falling again , without friend or flying high enough , encircled by vultures that portend her future , a downward spiral , catatonia that paralyzed her little wings ! Poor Audrey is gone now , closed doors , back on the spoon , peanut butter in her veins  ,  borealis visions made her cry , to be the apple in Mom or anyones eye !!

Are we an atom in a huge creature , a particle in a drop of water on a glass slide ? A piece of dust blown into the air , free floating ?  It's for sure we're not alone and if found most likely we'd become sustenance for something that would love to get to know us ! Shooting information into outer space , praying for its interception ! I question the validity and the reasoning for such action !. 'Tis impossible for man to remain quiet , its built into our DNA from the moment we left the trees and first walked the forest floor to his obsession and endless occupation with a form of life we can't even begin to imagine ! A race of creature even worse than us , hell bent on our destruction !

The River of the Painted Rocks inspires a heartfelt allegory , imparted unto Butterfly and Zinnia , River to Seashore , Hill Country to a grateful resident .. May White-tailed Deer appear from her woodlands at Dawn and graze upon her open countryside forever ! ......

Fall has arrived in Georgia with many colors across mountain and meadow... Harvest Moon , inciting imaginations of both adult and child , reaping Summer garden , Autumnal Equinox ,  preparing , waking at Dawn , the paseo of sunbeam and Angel touching the Eastern Star , at Seventh House of Libra on a cool Autumn morning ...She is the season of partnership , cool mornings and recognition of many blessings bestowed upon this Earth ! .............

---Fireflies and all manner of insect , frog and crepuscular creature on this night in heavenly chorus ,  bioluminescence and static dance against the humid , dark Georgia nights give the impression of the heavenly host descending upon Earth , working miracles , spreading gospel , joy and light upon mankind  , have no fear , for the Angels are among us !

Twilight has arrived , driving South into Clayton , Georgia from a day in the mountains of North Carolina . Driving through Cherokee , Soco Falls and Maggie Valley , rolling hills , peaks and valleys , like time itself , but just as beautiful as ever , and as I glance over at you , I treasure our days together for the Sun is setting fast indeed ,  for you and I .............

Generation X , sold out by a New World Order , fathers lost their pension to Reganomics , Baby Boomers took 911 , shot holes in the Constitution , killing proletariat , old as the strata on the canyon walls , welcome to the Holocene Epoch and ***** deals , wasted lives and politics that **** ! Change is the same barracuda caught all over again , don't defend your castle with my final drop of blood while your singing America the Beautiful on the Washington Mall , put out your hand , try to break my fall , with eyes shut , typing in coordinates on a 'Smart Bomb', or flying a drone over the castle wall !