Aristotle would've played a mean guitar , he'd pack 'em
inside Madison Square Garden for sure
Dropped down on one knee wailing a solo
Lyrics filled with forethought an innuendo , on a world tour with his
bass player Plato , the Beatles and Pink Floyd would've been
the opening act for this rock and roll dynamo*...

Papa cut the spurs off of Rocky Red
The rooster keeps flogging every time -
I turn my head
He's dancing a jig with a wing dropped
low , turning circles and singing bass notes
Rock'***** both legs till they've bled
Please snip the hooks off ' a mean old Red* ..

Morning not unlike the others
Petulant clueless and yet familiar
The city train and the jet flying low
Who perished overnight ?
Take the flower from my hand
You idiots and your vanity
American thrills corporate deals
The baying of a *****-bane of the masters
Blood payments to your gods--hope in exile
Good morning good morning
The record skips while the vortex tightens
Suddenly forgotten
The play on words with hands clenched
My light appears -I am filled
With all that is good in this world
A purposeful long breath then hope
For coffee is in hand once again
All is forgiven today............

Good night American Oligarchy ...
Our children are still receiving a deplorable education ,
young people will be shot in the back tonight running from the
kinder , gentler Gestapo policeman ...
Our hungry that died on the streets this evening will be swept away ,
so a potential killer like Trump or Clinton can have a parade !
The Rectangular Plasmic Brain Melter will be feeding the citizens
what you want to hear ...
We'll all be off to grease the machine , looking over our collective shoulders in fear.

Click click goes the clique , smiting with rhyme , explaining their writes , begging for likes , appearing quite trite , disrupting poetic vibe with all their might
A dis' to the calculating , hypographically -
challenged who sow disfunction for lack -
of inspiration* ....

Maytime romance under the vernal lamp
of creation
Wrapped with invisible arms
Under the spell of sylvan charms
Appeasing lanes embellished-
with pink Begonia and baby-blue -eyes
Catalpa trees blushing in the marmalade sky
Strawberry thoughts , young lessons-
from green pinecones
Brandy freshwater branches fill river neighbor-
saplings
Nuthatch mothers sing of the day in sunflower gardens

Frolicking 'Gray's' across golden seas
of Dawn fescue , easing collective thoughts pining
for morningtide rescue
Wild Daises committed to the ever rising
July sunlight , iridescent Hummers circling the piedmont
furrows , tickled Crows burst into laughter in mid-flight
Cardinals and Chickadees relay their gift of self
High above the diamond studded hillside shelf* ....

Morning nightshades , beckon the -
nourishment of kindred sunshine
Harbor the earthen dew of first light , reach -
for the Heavens on rain cooled nights
Emblazon tired eyes with the mastery -
of innumerable color , announce thy presence
with the very essence of Summer
Crimson symphonies , songbird curiosity in ardent performance of July's fertile theater
Filling Wood strip baskets 'neath sapphire Georgia blankets , mid-afternoon youth treasure surrounded by honeysuckle pleasure
**** tomato sandwich , late night delights ...

A piece of the world made to
contemplate creation
A place to absorb the ****** light
of the heavens without reservation
Where Cherokee tears flow freely
from pink flower encrusted observations
To catch the breath of Pine bidding warm
salutation* ...

To remove one free floating spider web , catch a Pine seed hurtling to the earth ..  To pinch off a pristine blade of zoysia grass , strip one tiny piece of precious bark from an Elm ... Retrieve a segment of quartz , to flick one crystalline granite stone .. Drop one grain of sand into clear running waters , to utter one sound across these auditorius sacraments ...

Love belongs to you and I , human love , a one of a kind rose
on a vivacious , spreading vine ...
It defies any description that the government attempts to define or "Officially Recognize ."
Love is unique , without barrier or political controls ..
Love does not answer to the moral majority or any other protocol ..
Human beings glow in the light of love .. Straight , gay , lesbian etc..
are words that create division and sorrow ...
Love is our hope for a better tomorrow ... Why are we so afraid of love ?

Thundershowers tell of my inconsolable world sometimes late at night ..
My delightful stage devoid of it's mesmerizing heavenly bodies , the nocturnal call of owl and whippoorwill silenced , the sounds of life that
beckon o'er the horizon become taciturn ..
Melancholy's bitter angst returned , rain laden gutters count time against storm racked weatherboard , tears of pain bathe wind confused Hickory's .. Porch lights smothered with flies and humidity , the wicked world is washed , delivered once more to the inspirational glitter of the rational , new morning ..

When I foretell beauty deep brown eyes do appear , the redolence of jasmine and gardenia blossom whisper a pleasant advance ..
The morning fire mimics the glow of whimsical emotive means as the fuel's anger delivers a cacophony of compulsion abated by the warmth of her smile ..

When firing ones mouth be curious downrange ..
I'd advise a field wagon of caution coupled with good old fashioned
"Kentucky windage" to insure those 'steely *****' are addressing
the intended target ..

You'll find your God(s)  lying in ***** soaked camouflage pants and a black wool sweater next to his or her grocery cart . On the corner of a busy downtown intersection waving at the cars ! Their panhandling at the liquor store for loose change .. Standing at the off ramp of the expressway holding a sign that says " Need Food ! " They're the people talking to themselves as you try your best to look away ! Maybe inside a cardboard mansion in the shadow of the state capitol building ..Freely associating with their disciples on a city park bench . Waiting any day to be crucified by a disinterested government !

To  Gulf Shore , my temptress , a dying poetic salvo and wish
To be cast into warm waters , whence I first appeared , declaring ,
We've the shore of Pensacola for all eternity .........

Red bird neighbor , -
wind whispered lullabies
Sienna crayon sunshine
Portugal blue skies
Crystal wire grass
Matching wine glass
October star , swallowed by turquoise ocean
Gulf breath , invisible devotion
Impressions , collections
Connections* ...

Night of the kettle drum roll
Of black shrouds enflamed with
jagged prosecution
Of the gray coyote disoriented with invisible
confusion
Twilight of the elements hurtling a thousand miles an
hour
Night of the ever constant fight for power

Her Saturday is slowly inching away ..
Eyelids grow heavy , timberland begins to darken ..
The music of life slows a beat , thrilled voices drop an octave ,
gradually cascade , methodically erased from creations sweet song ..
Sometimes late afternoon is a silent movie , droning on till the final curtain call ...
Well intended thespians have no stage , the leader of the band is without a public address , the speaker no podium , the lion tamer with no whip to crack , the pastor with no flock to lead to the River Jordan ..
The poetess with her priceless Saturday on paper , tucked away in a shirt pocket , to be absorbed and read aloud tomorrow ...

Blessed are the young for their innocence and wonderment , for bright eyes and cheerful smiles ! Little ladies in training with tea sets , dolls and easy bake ovens . Young boys with frogs in their pockets , baseball caps , ***** from head to toe ! For their first day at school and precious artwork posted on the refrigerator door ! Hayrides and trick or treat , Cub Scout and Brownie field trips , bicycles , bonfires , marshmallows and Hershey bars ! Christmas songs , snowmen and sleigh rides ! Flying kites in March , warm April mornings , Summer vacations in June and July ! A prayer for the children tonight , tucked away in warm beds , safe , filled with imagination , joyous for their first peeks of sunshine at Dawn ! Saturday morning Pop Tarts and Nestles Quik , Bugs Bunny , Spiderman and the Banana Splits !

The tomato soup and the onions
are committed to the sweet potatoes
destruction
Ramin Noodles have nothing but revulsion
for a container of raisins , a box of aluminum foil ,
a pack of crawfish boil
The oven pursues the death of the microwave ,
the refrigerator turns on a bottle of cheap Kroger wine
The toaster oven whines , the kitchen faucet continues to
shine , the asparagus awaits the end of time in a salted
brine , the full sink resembles a modern shrine
Paper plants gather dust , drain pans rust , the garbage is left
untouched , the ceiling fan is in a diehard , unbalanced rush
The house occupants are post vacation slovenly , piles of
clothes are where they want to be , dust bunnies will be handled
another day , a chilled goblet , an old movie , the dress code
pajamas , its residents lie exhausted and anonymous* ...

I'm gonna show the boring , **-hum , roosters and biddies
how the "Other half " lives , tonight it's apple cinnamon hot tea with a tangerine .. I might totally go over the edge with a tablespoon of dark corn syrup in my bedtime oatmeal !

Healthy bites off of crisp , backyard apples
Lawn chair Saturdays with October songbird
idle chatter
Morning lost with the over fifty aged hope of afternoon once again
Indecision characterizes the young at times , thinking -
out loud , showing distress , eaten by their peers -
one day then running with the pack the next
A good rocker while alone will do just fine
A good white wine with apples on the side* ....

Score thy song befitting Ran , the voice of the ocean proclaiming the finality of tide against land ..
The surety of sea oats that sway in the afternoon wind , Blue ***** shall reconvene at Dusk , schools of Red Drum , Whiting and Tarpon . Sand dollars appear where terra is drawn into the sea , the waters bounty having been secured by the fishermen of antiquity , for which I am one . As famished as the gulls that portray themselves at the shoreline , crying for their wages ...
A period lighthouse bids welcome to her returning voyagers , reassuring as the first light of day . Safe harbor turned the poet into a songwriter .. It numbed all the bad that afflicted the soul , removed unpleasant imagery from the minds painful repository of guilt , quelled the constant obsession with the garden of good and bad .
The steam from the cup cradled within these weathered hands returns to the Atlantic on this morn , recalling perilous epochs at the mercy of Neptune ..

my drug myopia------my bitterness-----my sheltered life----like a harlequin----dancing a reel--then I'm camouflage-------a rotted tooth--
a euthanized dog-----the son of-a ***** -could do no good--- ..................
i see the fly on the wall-their brood found in stench-- so look away-- as I lie in ****--the sinner need savior-- pastor need flock---meat bounced from the back of a garbage truck--- ..........................
lonely-- impetigo----greasy--and willing----to slit my wrist -and risk no redemption----I'm the book you shut----kicking the ground--left to my own devices--- dead on the ground ...................

Brown Warblers chant , prominent Black Swans glide the surface
You bring the consolation I've sought with morning audible ,
invisible force , perpetuating my contingency of free spirit thought
Over aromatic , multiple flowered banks of consolation , disabling
physical constraint , where jasmine fields  -
and morning Metta solve life's sought after equation
As simple as the passing day , as honest as the beauty filling -
my grateful eyes , more centered than the mightiest Oak , curious
as the Summer breeze proclaims the coming storm
Lake of morning smoke , of afternoon reflection and twilight
golden songs

You crazy ******* , naked on stage ! Contorting yourself like some sort of demonic entity with a megaphone in one hand and a mike in the other ! Rocks musical chameleon and poet .. Your lyrics were simultaneously brazen and secretive in a sense .. I feel like I understand you better with your passing more than I ever could while you were alive ...  Rest in Peace .....

Angels reveal their presence disguised as butterflies -
on the beach , a sand dollar at our feet                                                             ­     Heavens nighttime bouquet of radiant stars , the first ray of morning sun touching our young hearts  
The living canvass of ocean brushed anew
each moment
The curious shorebirds that hover above us* ..

Seagulls in Newnan ? Most certainly so , I've seen them many times on my way to the store , Two hundred miles from the Gulf do they fly , meandering around town late at night  , at fast food restaurants in the wee hours of the morning , gliding in heavy winds,  just like the seashore ,  back an forth , some at arms reach , just like their family at Mexico Beach ..

Trellis of honeysuckle seeking it's boundary in late Spring , I too , yet unfulfilled , without her guiding hand , winds from the four corners of Earth , patchwork sails that lay abandoned !
Clocks grow loud without sweet laughter , wood floors lead to empty rooms and closets , whispering shells reflect many shadows , infinite , room by room , in desperate soliloquy ..
A dominant look , I recognize these ****** features , committed to my destruction , **** of maritime canon , shell shocked commander , nay ,
the patronization of his embittered crew , a capsized vessel , lost at sea with malfeasants safe ashore ?  Blue ocean confluence with fresh water , sand ! Able ****** ! Log her impedance at the hazardous delta !
Five harrowing days , meandering south into harms way . From home port to a turbid , troubled sea !
Bring me the head of Cupid , the ******* child of loneliness !
A sacrifice of all that rumor insurrection , mutiny ! Your names are stricken from the book of life , Heaven shall witness thy ploy , with payment of hellfire and damnation ! Bring me the head of her leader , Hell hath inquired of him this very moment !

My disease has fifteen different symptoms yet no one was able to put the puzzle together , olfactory reference or trying to be invisible , crying , begging not to be around people , so an *** beating was the medicine in the early seventies from self proclaimed Doctors like my father most occasions , the cheap prescription to set the boy straight , go to bed hungry with the door slammed , in pitch dark for the high crime of being sad with no way to control it , now back in school scared of home too , blocking out everything , afraid to speak , raise my hand , couldn't remember a thing , sharks eat the fish under duress , be advised that children can be the most evil ******* on the planet !

Carve this heroine from black polished Obsidian , begat by fire , tempered with beauty , charm .. Place her figure high above for all to see !. On a base of red Verona marble , defining strength and honor ! Surround this monument with honeysuckle and gardenia alongside a bench made of granite so that the weary may rest beneath her , cloaked in the reflected light of liberty and abiding love for country ! On watch for all eternity .....

Pound cake and strawberries on snow white
porches
Guitars , coffee and cigarettes
Southern etiquette   
Multi-colored leaves
A cool Fall breeze
Welcome relief* ...

Happy Silver Maples ride the green carpet
of Autumn
Persimmon tokens of love shine with
golden fortune
First daylight fawns perform for a doting mother , Alabaster mountains collide in our Northern direction
Windsong , wild Orchid perfume , pirouetting Thrashers
Airborne ballet of Monarch , flower on the wind , Flycatcher
Front yard swings , Iron bells on the hour , feather gondolas -
ride the ripples on city ponds
The reassuring timepiece on the Courthouse Tower
The metrical tapping of the plow
Field roads run parallel to White Pine leviathans
Roads that bare their reason with the white clapboard
of home nestled at the tip of the horizon* .....

Blue cover , incommunicado
Wiregrass incense , cool shadow
Nibbling a long bit of **** fescue
No fires that need tending , no friends to "rescue*"

Daybreak paints her masterpiece , Gods acreage enveloped in frost , coalesced with the voice of Crow and Mourning Doves .. I would cherish a songbirds view of Mother Natures windfall at this very hour .

Playful Fawns in early Aprilis garb
Foraging the Sepia brown patchwork detritus ,
the clap of brookside along the foggy divide ..
Eastern hens answer the question of Chickadee
and Brown Thrasher ..
Bitter Blackbirds command the fire breaks ,
multitudes shifting from canopy to rain washed
visible pasture .. Move South , quietly disappear ..

A brief winter station
Among tiny nations of pelican ,
gull and 'piper
Overlooking the turquoise plane
A shoreline for a jaded purveyor
of the pen
Mornings that seem to 'pull one in'
Exploring , contemplative , folding -
chair and umbrella afternoon zen* ...

Remembering beggar lice attached -
to red jeans
The brown corduroy coat wrapped
around a curious , thoughtful teen
A scarf of blue wool
Smoke rings headed to the moon* ...

We created fire
But flame is uncontrollable
It fed selfishly till it's sustenance -
was gone
No amount of hope on the wind-
could carry even one precious spark forward
Tis nothing but a fiery memory as I
now cautiously travel onward* ...

The breath of the world invites the 'Dance of the Trees'
Magnolias do-si-do with Silver Maples , Red Woodpeckers-
sway as Mayflies and Field Crickets square dance 'neath the Elm's ..
Brown-eyed Susan's perform ballet in the fragrant Georgia breezes
Young Bunnies whirl away the hours , Big Bullfrogs cha-cha
croak and warble , Hummingbirds boogie among the midday flowers
Lady blue skies and vibrant greens , Crows dance 'The Charleston'
beneath the Pin Oak Trees ..

I waited half the day for you . You appeared , glanced at me , sat with your friends ? The laughter was at my expense ! I knew it was the end ! You sent an emissary to announce our breakup . What about last night ? We talked on the phone for hours like we would be together forever ! Not one chance to make up ? Holding a bouquet , taken from Moms garden . Queen Elizabeth roses , very lovely blooms indeed . What did I do to deserve this ? Cut flowers , two drinks sitting in a booth built for two by myself ! Natures way of preparing you for a sometimes rough road ahead . The first time I recall the whole world snickering in my face ! The last quarter mile of the walk home was in pouring rain ! A warm Summer shower , with a unique sweet smell . Steam was rising off the roadway , thunder in the distance ! I was never the same after those brutal hours . The restaurant has been demolished  , now a wooded lot . I can still describe every little crack and crevice , color , and every item on the menu however . Loves first trial by fire ! First time participant in the game of shame , I will take that evening to my grave !

Mister Sunshine shades his eyes and -
peers into the trees
A runaway pecan is ambling down the -
street
Two stray lottery tickets are performing -
weather inspired interpretive dance
Chipmunks break for the other side of the road-
as they get the chance
Wind racked tin roofs and chimes test the boundaries of -
musical theory
A white leghorn calls the day to close across his plat -
of piedmont greenery

I put your picture under my pillow ..
I carved your name into our Weeping Willow ...
We held hands in front of my fellows , and I didn't care
what they thought or might have said to our neighbors ..
We were an item from June till the first day of school ,
and thats just how nerve racking , cool and fleeting a first love goes for two lovesick , romantic young fools ....

A light cover of April snow
A piece of gum that's lost it's flavor and thrown
The last sip of a milkshake
A ****** up mess to cleanup in the
parties wake* ..

Men made superb Scotch to imbibe in moderation , to introduce and promote reason , to warm chilled bones on rainy , Winter seasons ..
'Beelzebub' brewed the first barrel of 'Shine' to sway men into Hellfire ,
to quarrel and cause discord amongst their brothers , to forsake their obligations of work , home , wife and children ...

Pay homage to this living creature of Earth , invested in fluid color and wonderment , not with controlling name but with delight for natural miracles , translucent afternoons at every turn , original music wrote on kaleidoscopic springtide banter from ones heart , whimsically highlighted with Tangerine treetops , subtle thoughts of an eager , ever learning child , hillside liquid sunshine bringing tall grass to it's crimson conclusion  ,  For these I would wholeheartedly take notice , 'Tis Sylvan artistry and song that forever beg my quickened approach

Good evening Sir Brown Bat ..
Brother , I'm in tune with your flight -
path
Like a whirling dervish unsure -
where to be
Going in circles from tree to tree
Shunned by your peers
Awkward in the light
On a desperate search for -
sustenance
Night after night* ..

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 ..

Whitetails lay tracks on frozen carpets
Chimney smoke lays low across the-
tree dotted , ' picture postcard vista '
My makers blue eyes lay watch o'er -
altruistic leaf-fall , songbirds & Sister dove ..
The crackle of winter fields
Curt , evening , whispering wind revelations ....