My heart as well as my prayers go out to the citizens of France tonight
Godspeed comfort to the City of Lights !

If the 'Good Lord' knows everything then Heavens
occupants must be few and far between ...

I'm convinced that a "Rat ******* from Purgatory" created
the monetary system* ....

Shredded cheddar cheese and a few jalapeños
on my hash brown potatoes
A generous dollop of ketchup with an iced tea chaser !
Live on the edge poet and poetess !

Trying to figure out tonight why this man doesn't have a thousand followers or likes ?  Goodnight ...  http://hellopoetry.com/james-walker/

I'm watching the red lights of an airplane
One of its passengers notice the glow
of a tiny brick house with a man at the window , his thoughts
are training , his creativity sailing , his passion for
midnight poetry waning , his demons complaining
The volume of thought fading
It's really no different from all the other homes
All the other Jills and Johns , the would-be vagabonds
The starving music minstrels , we're just tag-alongs ,
trying to decipher right from wrong , standing in
the corporate soup line for our bowl to be filled
Mouths agape like baby birds , a spool of film repeating
act one of a movie , some nerd gets the girl , the milkmaid
becomes queen , a Hollywood hunk saves the world
Fly on jet airliner , may your occupants find life's pearl
Clarity in the daily whirl , the worm in the bottom of the Tequila bottle
Send them safely to their families full throttle* ...

A tiny bit of love cures a mountain of ills* ...

I saved this write for all the amazing people on this site ! Thank you for all your reads , likes , help and encouragement over the last eleven months !
I'm just getting started ...

Randy was a fog lamp at high noon
Giving it his all in broad daylight
Alerting the public to no avail
Labeled a fool
Providing safe passage for the-
pedestrians that stepped over him-
in his hour of need
That's what bright lights tend to do it seems ...

I'm in a small living room with beige , sheet rocked
walls and wood floors , contemporary artwork and a Vox
amplifier
A MacBook Air for keeping my diary , a ceiling fan forming
a tune with a busy wall clock
Dust is collecting on white painted baseboards , occasionally
tumbling across the floor
A front door secured twice plus two windows with venetian
blinds , trinkets on shelves , the faint odor of pine , paper flowers ,
fragments of glass glued into containers
Peripheral shadows are moving to and fro , images are stair stepping
before me , heart racing , hands cannot find their home , memory
racing mach one , telephone is nothing but noise , windows are for
guarding against potential predators , flipping in synchronized repetition from Facebook to Outlook , from Hello Poetry to Musicians Friend
Flying with one eye closed and hoping to eventually land* ...

Scribbling rhyme , eating pills ..
Tying phrase , fighting sleep and eating pills ..
Counting lines , looking outside , eating pills ..
Proof reading how I feel , switching off lights and eating pills .
Waking up in the morning , reviewing bills , still having to eat pills ..

The java grows cold , a pollen
migraine starts to disappear ,
ceiling fans thankfully churn night
cooled air , tunnel vision day review
misery turns to thoughts of poetry and peace
Evening songsters agree on one melodic
beat , a Barn owl assures me of safe surroundings ,
Cicadas stroke both temples , cool porch tile
nurses weathered , calloused bare feet
Visions of clean sheets , a half chapter of Whitman ,
beneficial sleep and good dreams ...

******* Jacks and Nu-Grape soda -
beneath a rain protected Willow Tree
The rush of water running down Empire Boulevard
Steam coming off the front yard
Waiting for the Sun but the storm set in
Heat lightning lit the night till I was called -
to bed , the day quietly came to an end
Cicadas and occasional automobiles ,
tree frog voices with yellow porch lights
My silhouetted Willow escape waiting for the -
morrow* ....

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 ....

Writing at night is easy---
Living in the safe poetic world , creating private visuals -
to blot out paltry expectations
Naked before people that hurt for amusement ,
dying a little each hour but unable to fly away
The inverted turtle struggling in the noonday Sun
A bullet without the freedom provided by a gun
Forgotten son ... Forgotten son ...Move on as he'll
never amount to anything at all
Writing your feelings on scrap paper you stupid little boy

Revisiting caricatures held in green grass ,
Super heroes and Presidents , monsters that defy description
Chasing crane flies and grasshoppers , battling the Viet Cong
with a broom stick , running for quick relief from summer heat ,
selling Kool Aid by the Dixie Cup on Empire street ..
Period cars with teenagers fly by to the music of Jimi Hendrix
My time will be soon , very soon indeed ...

A nighttime trek in a '63 Ford Falcon
Following UFO's in the Summer sky
Connecting stars with sleepy brown eyes
Longing for the lights of Atlanta ,
lost in AM radio
Streetlights flickering , exhaustion lingering
with boyish , twilight trickery* ...

Writing our names with sparklers in the August twilight ...
Drinking homemade milkshakes , tying June bugs with sewing thread ,
Collecting fireflies in the humid night , the tail of the Milky way
in the diamond studded skies ...

A beautiful princess , a pink dress and pretty blue eyes commands the catwalk ! Proud parents are the audience , a star is born ! Tonight the Fall Festival begins , handsome date , pacing up the walkway , corsage in hand ! Her first dance with a live band ,  best friends , hamburgers , hot dogs , cake and punch ! Music and laughter , slow dancing , glittering tinsel and lace !  High school gym , a grand ballroom , young sophomores on top of the world ! Escorted back home , a unbelievable night of romance , puppy love , holding hands down the street ! An innocent first kiss on the front porch !  A nerve racking , awkward peck on the cheek !

Post-war digs line Locke Street
Kudzu , streetlights , lamplight
Critters and skeeters , front porch
smokers , stray cats , brown bats
Concrete sidewalks , sacks of One Stop
chicken sandwiches , cold beer and
L&M; cigarettes
A doobie on the wood porch , a
brand new FM love song , arpeggios flying
into space , no regard for the work
week rat race , a smooth young face without
the first sign of a wrinkle , happy and single
A swig of 'Mist , a midnight ride to an all
night 'catfish expedition' on Saturday night* ..

The big gray dog home with a Walkman on my chest ,
The long drive from Anniston , hitting every small town
to the West ...
Driver please drop me off in Hapeville , destination Kelleytown or
Covington , anyplace on Earth will do , anywhere but Fort McClellan !!

I began to walk the right of way
A doe rose and darted across the red clay
A hawk gave away his battle station
Crows alerted the occupants of Hill Country with --
great articulation
Tall grass bowed before mistletoe and ivy upon oak
North wind tinged in field smoke                                                             Should I hang a weathered parka on the daylight moon
Maybe a prayer for the warmth of June
Start a cedar fueled conflagration in honor of -
third platoon
Alert the aliens of Europa of the galactic news
My chillbain and madness are close friends
A dastardly , hopeful , midnight skywatcher
Loyal to the very end
This cylindrcal eye of wonder
Plotting possibilities in astronomical -
numbers
Connecting dots , casting lots
Secured in the whispering hallways of the mind
Tranquility , fame , planetary games

Recede from hostility
Moor this understood warrior

Piano music on Friday nights
German Chocolate cake for dessert ,
Candle light
Sugary , Plum wine with Cherry -
tobacco in a favorite pipe
Faraway lightning in Alabama skies
Pecan brittle , Storybooks , Fairytales
Gin Rummy , carrying young'uns to bed
The final smoke from the front porch rail -
in the company of a million stars
Trying to work a bit of magic on a red guitar
Time is a rambler indeed , a loner , impatient -
locking eyes with no one
One last song as the wind precedes the storm -
once more
Settle in for another day
A night then a few more years
So forth and so on* .....

' Tis I ,  Beelzebub ! Hanging me ***** to dry ! ******* my name on a rock , on all fours , cackling as the raven , giggling like a hyena ..Come to set on Randolph's shoulder briefly , take his pen if you will , consolidate his anger for the evening ! Curse his guarding Angel , just as I laid waste to Armenian soldiers , Chinese diplomats and American leaders ! Childhood rhymes , medicated prose , a coiled cobra disguised as a rose ! The warm memories  and feelings from childhood , a confused toddler smacked , wetting his pants ! Your candy dropped from filthy little hands , scattered , riddled with fire ants ! I'm not the slingshot received for being a good boy ! Call me the rock that killed the songbird ! I'm every bad thought flashed before the hopeless insomniac , a capsized ship filled with goodness and light ! Your sarcastic muse , stopped by for a spell , to caste demonic thought across the wishing well !

Cuckoo bees and sprite Phoebes dance
the reflective rain pool surface
Dragonflies gander with glee , Bluejays
tilt their heads in question , fastidious Cardinals
wait their turn , harper Mockingbirds dry wet feathers in the nearing , overjoyed Sun , diligently painting Natures palate in every picturesque direction

Eating grape jelly straight out of the pack
Dousing a cigarette into uneaten grits
Chugging cold coffee with my mind on the TV talking about government like I really give a **** , my right hand on Winston's , my left covering tired eyes , my newfound gaze on that chick pumping gas across the street on good old pump number nine
Waffle House is killing all these losers a little
each time
Obese , short of breath , ******* a little before
six , waiting on that morning waffle , chicken
and eggs with hash browns scattered , smothered
and covered with raisin bread and grits once again* ..

The punctual ******* refuses to go away
He appears every morning at the break of day ..
Grits & red hots & things that could have been
Time clocks & rude people & dreams into the wind
The hourly brain drain
Cubicle hell
Aspirations at the bottom of a well
Swilling coffee
Head hung low
My timely morning encounter-
is growing old ....

A punctual Jay
Announcing our afternoon rainbow overhead
Dancing wetted wire-grass
Commanding the darkened , woodland edge* ...

Her name was _.
A 'Queen Elizabeth I' wannabe wearing denim -
jeans with a Humble Pie t-shirt ...
A burgeoning ******* who ruled the cul-de-sac with -
long flowing hair , cobalt blue eyes and backseat tricks ..                  
She barely recognized the losers ,
a club I reluctantly commanded ..
Her Knights were the "adults" , the -
"cig" smokers , the acid rockers and the
May Jane enchanted ..
Alas , love in '78 could be hit or miss ,                                                        
those ignorant uninformed romeos awaiting the revelations of a petri dish ..

Winter fires telegraph days end , fog collects in low country in the absence of light , Hereford cattle call the day to close ..
Mill workers return home , hounds bay as auto taillights streak across the meadows ..
The music of night on cue , jet aircraft seek Atlanta , the orange glow of her city lights appear at the edge of sundown ..
Stars return at twilight to shower their radiance over rural homesteads ..

The Eastern Star reigns just above the tree line
Brushstrokes of chalcanthite blue with Wisteria -
purple billows , orange sky dwelling o'er Carolina on this night
Infinite greens , Wood Thrush hymns , Honeysuckle
introspection with a view of distant sun laced copper thunderheads
The stillness of late afternoon replaced with the -
songs of the nocturnal world
A long awaited fragrant breeze
The hope of cool , uninterrupted tranquil sleep*...

Twilight semi-tones reverberate in -
June moonshine sanctuary , Water Oaks silhouette
starry horizons as Cicadas rule the fragrant Chattahoochee hour of heavy , warm air and Crimson sunsets filled with dazzling
Lantern Fly summer flight and welcome poetic inspiration

A 70's turbulent , monkey *** , ' lovers forever ' -
doomed summer romance is now 'a smile' that my better half cannot-understand ...

Beware that thirsted kindling should spark in July
The unquenchable fire will roar , winds of change will feed
a great conflagration that is without end ..
The likes of which this nation has ne'er witnessed ...

My house is beginning to smell like my grandmother's-
old house ...

Where are my mind crafted inventions
My cure to **** the triggers , stop the white noise
Spinning thoughts , anger blocking the poets -
peripheral vision , angry dogs at the foot of the bed
Words that add color to black and white -
landscapes , a lake of images for a
child in his fifties , nailed to the weathered -
pier by his own disability
My back to the hard crowd
Naked and ashamed
Faced with the killing night
Unwavering noise that only -
I can hear
One bullet .. Sound or fear ?

Condensate trickling neath the noontime pines
Tis the very wine of creation
Returning to a famished earth
Soothing the parched , nourishing the ailing -
and the sylvan floor enfeebled
Winter blades cascading from hardwood canopies ,
of every configuration , texture and hue
Madrigalian forest of a thousandfold , songs of cardinal ,
thrasher , bluebird , peckerwood and robin
Hickory , beech and loblolly undulate along -
the carpeted valley in November's artistic implosion
Broomsage under breaths bidding , dancing red tip grasses
and muhly , wild onion and sage in sacred midday communion* ...

Night solitude bodes converging pressures , arising to burr and flying flame
The 'Keepers of Wrath' momentarily call the Homeric -
Oaks to attention
A fleeting , midnight memory come to pass
The train bound for Montgomery resumes it's-
journey south , over dale .. Then gone ..
Timekeepers will ring to the morning at
five bells
Scrambled , exhaustive drollery to the sound
of distant thunder

A voodoo doll and a cup full of pins ...

Have you ever coughed hard and seen 'stars '
The 'stars' are your immortal relatives waiting -
for you to join them ....

The oaks locale was flawless , a songster mockingbird
was in perfect pitch , her marshland retained -
waters to exacting standards , her nutrient rich feeder streams quietly meandered
The land drew me in with perfumed 'piedmont wind'
Gods blue eyes watched over me from on high ,
faces appeared in marshmallow sky
Water lashed the banks
Pine trees reflected skyward in perfect rank
Wild azalea , honeysuckle , cottonwood and river birch
guardians stood beside me
Tall brown grass danced , directing my homeward journey

a medium of wooded blackness
a trembling finger to artfully record depressive ways
a timid mouse negotiates a manmade maze
why do the gods relax on rainy days ...

I'll be home all day come election time ..I refuse to vote for a pompous , egotistical , downright 'Jack ***' of a liar ..

I want to be in a town renowned for its evening-
crickets , front porch laughter & lightning bugs
For fish fries and shade tree mechanics
For kids playing games beneath streetlights
Friendly constables , helpful neighbors & church-
bells , iron kettle flower pots , walking the rails ,
I need to separate the dirt from the chaff ,
to draw the cool aromatic smoke of dried-
tobacco , the kernel from the cob , earth from-
share , cold babbling water from slippery-
rock , soaked shanter from brow , molasses from-
the wheel , wheat from the stone , the honey forfeiting-
the comb , Spring from Winter , crust from lakeside ,
- kudzu from sweetgum , Scripture from torrid-
novel , music from razorback squeal , **** from shovel -
, decay from iron , turpentine from the tall pine ,
cracked leather from calloused feet

Unknown musicians paying their dues
Grill smoke , multicolored blankets , children
riding seesaws , lollygagging on swings , curing my blues
Laughter and celebration ,the smell of Brunswick
stew and barbecue filling the Sunday air
A fews hours with zero cares , a sweet smile and
auburn hair , a beach towel for two , we gaze into
cobalt sky blue
Searching for angels , faces and Presidents
Feeding the nuthatches , the thrushes and the ravens
We're the hot dog and hamburger mavens , we're the connoisseurs of plum wine , brie , swiss and shortbread biscuit , sweet tea picnic table caramel corn cravings  
Holding each other tight in sleepy , piedmont sunshine
Savoring this memory forever* .

If the Earth was the eye of a foal ,
a black ,wondrous , glass sphere filled with -
mystery & soul
She'd mimic a footpath of white gold beside the blue banks in chilly -tempestuous Fall
The call of iridescent matriarchs along the mire
The pall of bonfires , snow capped rabbit rocks , snapfingers -
& sorghum wheels
Mallow traipsing grass oceans
Silver Maple , red & gold leaf devotion ...

I thought of May briefly with her clay vases of portulaca ever spreading
Cut grass lending fair fragrance to
daydreams , bare feet treading cold , hidden
streams
The call and answer of whippoorwills
Evening Whitetails gracing green clover hills
To lie mure in evergreens
Swaddled in piedmont fantasy*..

The windswept crackle of Jehovahs machinery
Honey sweet greenery with trolling titmouse
sentries , white contrails drawn onto blue canopy and
brown leaf melodies
Woodpecker percussionist tap the song of dusk
Songs of the rusty red clover valley
and golden sagebrush
Psalms of cardinal chatter and brown thrasher cackle
Bronze raptors circling sun -streaked hillsides flushed
in crepe myrtle , yellowbell and azalea
Where the purveyors of creation live , thrive and belong*...

A suggestion of blue within blackness ,
of faith tendered by 'anguish'
Daffodils disguised in tall grass ,
rows of black and gray 'coldstone' strafed in unchecked greenery
Burgeoning , stalwart , once heroic entities
receiving the tempered breath of nightfall -
repetitively and forever
Cut granite profiles tinged in
sunlight and wrought iron , guarded
by water oak and magnolia sentries*...

Her white brick storefronts were bathed in March
showers and Spring flowers
Umbrellas depicted every shade of the rainbow ,
A gaggle of blackbirds sang paeans from the courthouse
square ,
The bell tower struck the noon hour
No one seemed to really care
Appointments were being addressed ,
diners were serving lunch , traffic slowed to a capricious halt ,
rainy weather fraught with cold and visible breath
Sunshine struggled for a moment ,
only to be buried in gray blankets* ...