Unheard truths
Sights not seen
Lovers lost and
Forgotten dreams

Fights let go
Victorious draws
Pitch black eyes
Light with awe

Sickened children
Dying young
Fearful cries
Of setting suns

For every breath could be your last
Those lovely faces, life will pass
So even if the comfort leaves
You should stride against the breeze

Fight the waves
To turn the tides
Challenges come
Don’t stand aside

Bleed the blood
Wet your eyes
Keep the scars
Let weakness die

Cause angry blood and tired tears
Must mix for life to preserver

It was early fall,
the leaves were vibrant
when I crawled to the bar,
catch myself a weekend buzz.

Fred’s drinks were pure trouble,
more jet fuel than mixer.
I mean you could torch your breath
after just one sip.
Rock blared there like a live concert,
loud enough to make you a deaf mute
after just one drink.
The dark walls swirled,
moved in & out, carnival-like,
I purred-down
Jack-elixirs.

I first saw her shining
from across the Mahogany bar.
She was hidden in the shadows,
a real good looker.
Her amber hair was crazy,
blowing everywhere
like the bride of the stitched-man,
electrode-neck.

She might have been a ******
or a nose-candy queen,
but after what the bartender gave me,
it really didn’t matter,
life was played ******* the edge
in them days.

I was enthalled with her,
captivated by her lady-vibes,
she was the perfect last call.
We sang rock and roll songs
in my 455 rocket, crawled
the back roads,
looped
all the way
to my country-place.

We were on auto-pilot,
dropped our guards,
fell into each other’s embrace.
She smelled like salty-patchouli,
had a killer innocent-face,
kissed me with fire,
such strong desire,
a beautiful-wantonness.
Her eyes were so red & green,
indeed she was
the consummate,
the prettiest,
late-night dream girl.

She was bathed in bright ink,
the sun, the moon, the stars,
vividly scrawled on her back
along with a frowning-tiger.
Above her privacy, I spied
a smiling-gnome
with outstretched arms
screaming, “I Wuv You.”

I obliged him,
there was no fighting
her ***** to the wall demeanor.
We shook the planet,
frolicked way past the wee hours,
deep into the noon hour.

When the earth-shattering stopped,
I was hung over on her & the jp4.
We crashed still trashed,
I still don’t know
how I ever got her home.

A man lonely and so cold,
Trying hard to grasp an aura
He assumes to trust to not reveal the hidden,
Until unknown souls spot the flaw

Abruption,
Cowardly thoughts he fails to hold back,
Paranoid, so paranoid his nerves become barbed,
His mind darkened as he's blinded,
His words cruelly reversing any remaining trust,
His screams so beyond chilling they sear the mere
Love left in a heart

Though only so few understand to not blame,
To not blame a man ensconced by a cold world,
Only trying to survive with a fire he himself sadly creates

Overhead the tree-tops meet,
Flowers and grass spring ’neath one’s feet;
There was nought above me, and nought below,
My childhood had not learned to know:
For what are the voices of birds
—Ay, and of beasts,—but words—our words,
Only so much more sweet?
The knowledge of that with my life begun!
But I had so near made out the sun,
And counted your stars, the Seven and One,
Like the fingers of my hand:
Nay, I could all but understand
Wherefore through heaven the white moon ranges,
And just when out of her soft fifty changes
No unfamiliar face might overlook me—
Suddenly God took me!

One day to die
one to ask why
one to make sense
one to get by
one to make friends
one to tie up loose ends
and on the seventh day we
rest.

The stars shined like highway flares
As they sent their invisible heat across the universe
They break the uniform darkness of the sky
And act as beacons for the lost and the weary
All was silent except for the rising tide
The endless lapping of waves against the shore
A subtle melody playing quietly in the distance
Far from your mind, but always there
The water reflected lights from the city and the sky
Like it was an imperfect mirror
Like it was a canvas for nature to paint
Shimmering and shining; constantly in motion
You could never see the same patch of water twice  
The smell of fresh bread wafted through the air
As the baker started making the morning supply
It mingled and mixed with the smell of the salt
The perfume of the city started to develop
A unique mixture that could not be duplicated
It was all nature and man interacting
Weaving a beautiful symphony
Melody and counter melody
The stars and the lights.

To W. R. B.

And so, to you, who always were
Perseus, D'Artagnan, Lancelot
To me, I give these weedy rhymes
In memory of earlier times.
Now all those careless days are not.
Of all my heroes, you endure.

Words are such silly things! too rough,
Too smooth, they boil up or congeal,
And neither of us likes emotion --
But I can't measure my devotion!
And you know how I really feel --
And we're together. There, enough . . .

Days become a blur
Weeks, months, years roll by
The washing tide scouring the earth,
The tundra, the lakes, the forests of my mind
Shedding foliage like an old coat of skin
Sloughing thoughts off the tip of my tongue
Beating against my skull
Like grains of sand in a glass bottle.

Washed upon the shores of isolation,
A lost plea for help ruined past recognition.
Sounds of laughter, pictures of a smile
Samples to emulate in the darkest times

Your light is my sun,
Pulling me closer, giving me sustenance
Even as passion burns me away.
Under your brightness the sorrows retreat,
Finding shadows crawling out of reach.
I can hold my head up, and feel my spring coming.

Time slows- stops, under your touch
Hand in mine, I am anew
Clarity granted, like snow melting off the land
A refreshing spirit splashed across my face
As the current races, oblivious.

I can only see what passes in front of me,
But I can imagine where this river leads.