Pretty bird
was flying by
I fell in love
So loved felt I
Pretty Bird Pretty bird
Singing
Jib Jib Jib
I couldn't help but
Feelin' high
I didn't know
Jib Jib Jib
I'd have to say goodbye
Pretty Bird
Pretty Bird
Sing for me again
She sparked my heart
My perfect muse
Melody of a meadowlark
I fell in love
So loved felt I
Jib Jib Jib
Gettin' high
I went crazy
For that Lady Bird
Pretty Bird

Pretty Bird Lady Bird
I believed every word
I fell in love
So loved felt I
Gettin high.

When I get outa this mad house
Do ya know where Ì'm guna go?
Straight down the Niagara river to Lake Ontario!
And when I'm finally settled there
There's only one thing I wanna see
That's my blonde haired beauty queen
With her bottle of JD

And we will pass the days away
Staring from the shore
Singing old Led Zeppelin songs
Between trips to the liquor store
All of My Love
And the Lemon Song
And a bit of Stairway as well
I don't know where that one ends
Be it heaven or it hell
But I've found mine
Since I have her
She never done me any wrong
So I will keep on loving her
Between shots and classic songs

I'm for her
And she's for me
Or at least that's my dream
Vacate this crazy house
For a life of peaches n cream

It may be tomorrow
Or as I've said a dream
Either way
I'm happy to say
I got my bottle of JD

Blonde hair ponytail pulled back
I Love You

Blue eyes dancing
So piercing honest
Your laughter dances there.
I Love You

Radiant sunshine smile
Warms me
When I'm in your light.

I have no doubt
I am yours
I will Love You
All my life

Lift me up on the wind
I will take my final dance
Flying in my yellow dress
I laugh
I am the autumn leaves

Or maybe you don't
I live in a mad house
There's no peace to be found.
When I can I get away
Smoke some ***
To **** the pain
You know how it is
Or maybe you don't
The screaming the shouting the manical laughter
Grandiose delusions and tears
Like I said.
It IS a mad house
And I need my time away
So I take a walk
To my sister Jens
A half hour trek for me
Now a days
It seems much more
With my broken back
A week
Still I go there
To **** the pain
With a bit of sanity
You know how it is
Drink a glass of dry white wine
And smoke
A bit of ****
Find my place
Upon the floor
And finally
Go to sleep
You know how it is

On the farther side of the afternoon
Just as the evening comes
Find me in the sunset
Not quite
Day dreaming
When the day is
Not quite
Done

On the farther side
Of the afternoon
You can find me there
Where I have nothing to worry about
And I don't have a care
On the farther side
Of the afternoon
You can find me there

Roosty

The Good Lord is touching me
That's the way it seems
Everything around
Is just a dream
I'm here and now
And everwhen
And everywhere
I've BEEN
And everything
That ever was
And every what
Will be
The truth shines thru
Because of You
My sweet eternity

Roosty

She lives her life by
The cycles of the moon
The universe
Is in her eyes
Where everything's
In tune
Starlight dances
'Round her head
French vanilla
In her bed
The truth is
Where she
Rests her head
That's why I call her
Friend

I've known her as
Chelsea Rae
I've known her as
Aster Blue
I've known her as
A poetess
She's beautiful
Thru and thru

Now she has
A husband
And two kids
Of her own
She still holds that
Secret truth
The universe
Is her home

...You know I
Love her
For these things
Still my
Aster Blue...

Roosty

The last leaves linger
Dried dead and brown
Limbs branches
Twigs and fingers
A cold and snowy ground

A frozen rat
A half dead cat
A dumpster nine lives old
And everyone around is dying
Of the
Not so common cold

Its a calm September morning. The sky is cloudy gray. The sparrows are bustling in the hedge row. It just might rain all day. I've finished drinking all my coffee and I had a cookie that was infused. Potato salad 4 my breakfast and then I smoked a doob. Don't take me out to where the sun is. I'm feeling gray today. Soon my meds will kick in and the pain will go away. A busted big toe and an achy ankle, a knee that likes to moan. I have a vertebrae that's  collapsed. I can't go far from home. That's just the way it is these days, so I don't care if the skies are gray or if the sun won't be my friend. I'll smile and listen to the sparrows. I got Jesus at the end.

...is only happy
When there's money
At his door
A paranoid schizophrenic
Who runs our
little store
He dreams
He'll hit it
Big one day
On the tickets
That he scratches
But
There's a little more
About the girl next door
And the ***** plot
He hatches

He got a small inheritance
Now most of it
Is gone
And when the final penny
Is finally spent
He'll be a loud
Exploding bomb
And what about
That woman?
And what about
His wife?
No more tickets
No more dreams
Just an empty life

Who will be hit
By shrapnel
And what will become
Of him
I cannot say
I only pray
The Lord
Takes care of him...

I was watching
When he came in
And the fantasy
Just died
I fell to earth
For what it's worth
Time
Was not my friend
Then again...
Tomorrow
I will do the same
And watch
Across the room
Silently
I'll say your name
And sing a little tune
I don't know why
I feel this way
It's just a silly dream
I like to take
To bed with me
When I
Go to sleep
Why
Does he have
To be here
Why must it
Be this way
You're blonde
Blue eyed
And beautiul
I am
Old and gray
I was watching
When he came in
And the fantasy
Just died
Tomorrow
I will do the same
And once again
I'll die

If those pants
Were any tighter
The clinging
Of her shirt
I just want to
I think you know
Be my very worst
And if at my best
I pass the test
Regress
Then a beast
Please recall
The mighty fall
My love and lust
Released

Oh My God
I want to hòld you
Tightly in my arms
When the night
Is cold and long
Fall to all your charms

Impatiently I await
Your inevitable return
To feel the anguish of my lust
And tortured
Slowly burn

As brief
As our moments are
I savor every breath
You hold my eyes
Until I die
I Love
Every single death

You are my Succubus
My soul is yours
to steal
My heart is yours
to rip apart
So at least I know
It's real

I remember dreaming
Of your skin
When it was wet

Dancing in a thunder storm
As close as we could get

We wore nothing
In that rain
Softly in your neck
I sang
And Heaven fell
Hard upon my head

I remember dreaming
Of your skin
Sweet and silky wet
Dancing in a thunderstorm
As close as we could get
We wore nothing
In that rain
Softly in your neck I sang
And Heaven fell
Hard upon my head

I love the long grass
A shady summer tree
The sound of childrens laughter
Because it's free

Summer moons
At the end of June
When the crickets are all you hear

But most of all I love the fall
And the turning of the leaves

Give me fields where daisies grow
And Queen Annes lace in bloom
Golden rod that gently nods
And of course my Aster Blue

Aster Blue I remember You
A true heart open wide
There's a special place in Gods embrace
For one so sweet and kind

And so I love that time of year
When the asters come to bloom
I know that you are out there too
Sharing the same moon

I love to feel
The morning sun
Full moon
Shadows
In the night
I Love to dance
Before the Lord
Simple sweet
Deliģht
Will You Love me
All night long
Love me in the day
Love me Love is
Everything
Love me when I pray.
Love me once
And Love me twice
Then Love me once again
I will Love You
With all my heart
Until the very end

A little bit of crazy
Is alright with me
It keeps our conversation
On it's toes

The dandelions have all gone to seed
Did you see the moon?
Something soft
Just touched against my nose

And maybe in the afternoon
The wind will plant some seeds
To grow at night
Beneath the light
Of the yellow moon

And I will get back to you
Another space and time
When all the dimensions
In the end collide

Everything is intertwined
You know each word
Is true
When we reach
The crazy end
I'll see you
Aster Blue

Roosty ❤

I heard this
Did you hear that?
Who cares if it's not true
So much speculation
About who is fuçking who

Busybodies know it alls
And those that like to talk
Only want to know
Who's riding on my ****

So here I sit
Not getting it
For neigh on seven years
But still it seems
In all their dreams
I'm never by myself

I'm going out again today
And won't be suprised to learn
All of them now think I'm gay
Because they didn't get a turn

I have no children
The last of my line
Perhaps that's why
I write my rhymes
So some wee bit
Of who I am
Might come out
In my lines
Do you understand
My plight
When I reach my end
There will only be
My lines
No flowers at my plot
To tend

There are good things
And there are bad things
Everybody knows
It's really only poetry
That's what the Rooster crows

Wolf will find the feeling
While Roosty does the dealing
Words the wise old owl
Has supplied

Nothing is as it seems
All of it's a dream
So don't be spreading rumors
Made of lies

A man can have his dream
In the pages of a rhyme
When the inspiration hits him
To write another line

Roosty Rooster Wolf and Owl
Are the poets in my mind
And nothing in the manor
Ever turns out fine
Still the lines keep coming out
And everyone's lost their mind.

Why can't I see
Into your eyes
What's hiding there
In the basement
Of your soul?

Become the light!
The secret rats
And crawly things
Will have no hold

This is your life
Behold
All of it illusion
Save for Love

Love
And your
Immortal soul

You're finer than an artists brushstroke
No master could improve
If I were to paint such perfect lines
I would be painting You.

In earnest desperation
I grasp for falling stars
To catch the fading sunlight in her hair

With deepest concentration
I touch a ray of light
Dancing on her skin

I want my kisses there

How can I tell you
Of this beauty
For which
There are no words?

My heart trembles
When my blue eyes
Touch her
And I am stricken dumb

Your curves
My hand
Your back

I die each time
It comes to mind

Curves
Hand
Back

I'm a dog!
But not a ***** dog
The rooster likes to sing

When wolfie howls
Yips and growls
The rooster crows some more

Come on home to me baby
Come on home to stay
Come on home
To me my love
And don't you go away

The rooster keeps on crowing
Wolfie likes to howl
But they don't really stand a chance
Here comes Mr. Owl

I'm a dog who likes to crow
An owl who likes to sing
I'm a bit of the rooster too
But it ain't worth a thing

Come on home to me baby
Come on home to stay
Come on home to me my love
Don't ever go away

I'm a dog
But not a ***** dog
Come back home today

Purple pink electric blue
Up her arm are bird tattoos
All of them are taking flight
I really want to spend the night
With you
Purple pink
My electric blue

When my eyes were bright and pinpoint sharp
I threaded needles in the dark
I could walk into the eye
Never touching either side
Now I am an older man
Careful threading of the eye
I don't believe the needle shrank
Just my belief in the needles size

Motion sickness in your head
Memories all have fled
Not quite living
With misgivings
Say a prayer for all the dead

Lock the window
Bolt the door
So they can't hurt you anymore
Take a moment for yourself and breathe
Escape to fantasy

Take your world off rewind
And play a peaceful tune
Advance into the day ahead
Go shooting for the moon

Take your everything
And all that is
To dream in overtime
Make a million dollars
And write another line
But please
Take the time and breathe

I'm the big banana
In a bunch of rotten ones
The horsefly ****
At a circus of tics
Where insanity is fun

And I will dance on the ragged edge
With a db and some wine
Thick as thieves
With a capital T
Where everything is fine

In the middling
Of the afternoon
You can find us here
Congregating in the backyard
With a plate of rice and beans

And everything is wonderful
As long as I can write
While everyone runs rampant
In the middle of the night

Nothing here is ever normal
And that suits me just fine
It keeps me on the ragged edge
And helps me write my rhyme

Now I will
Drink my fill
And thank God for the wine
Everyone is eating
And the silence is divine

If I were you
And you were me
We would climb
the tallest tree
Just to touch
the passing clouds
And say I love you
Right out loud

Sing me a song
Where nothing
is wrong
From the start
to the end of the day
So many I love yous
And passionate kisses
That will never
pass away

If you were I
And I were you
That's exactly
what we'd do
Lazing on a sunny afternoon

There are love songs only my heart knows
It sings them just for you
And maybe they're not worth the paper
And they're just my mixed up tunes
But I guess that's love

I dance circles in my heart
These words on paper I impart
Silly little lines and mixed up tunes
But I guess that's the way of love
Because I can fly
I can fly
Oooh oh
I can fly

I touched the top of the sky last night
Found the moon
And I wrote this happy tune
He sang along
Ya! It's gotta be love!
Because I can fly
I can fly
Oooh oh
I can fly

I thought I'd tell her yesterday
But the words and the music got in the way
Stayed up til the night was day
It's gotta be love

I dance circles in my heart
These words on paper I impart
Silly little lines and mixed up tunes
But I guess that's the way of love

I touched the top of the sky today
Found the sun
And I sang my happy song
He sang along
Yaa
It's gotta be love

Yesterdays sorrow
Todays progression
Tomorrow I may find contentment

Living in the present moment
Yesterday is not important
As I find my way into tomorrow
Happily today

Laughing leaves swim the sky
They delight in an autumn dance
When the wind sweeps by
Her broom lets fly
Colors bright
To swirl and prance

Ozone no zone
Meerly threads
Scraped across
My balding head
The trees are gone
And it won't be long
Before I'm finally dead

My waters are no longer clean
Oil spills and plastic beads
Asphalt coats my outer face
I'm artificial lit  in space

My air is bad
And I guess I'm glad
I can not smell or taste
With nothing left
I wait for death
By the hell bound
Human race

Diametrically opposed forces tend to repel
Divorcing each other with identical hate

The colors of my heart are true
I remember Aster Blue  
This raindrop life
one day will end
While there are flowers yet to tend.

As you and yours are growing free.
There shall be blossoms I won't see
When rainbows cross the Autumn sky
Think of me but do not cry

I've lived my life with an open heart
And Loved you from the very start.
This poet's muse my Aster Blue.
My poems are flowers meant for You.

If only one should move your heart
I'll know it wasn't wasted art.

So when the asters bloom my friend
And my life has met it's end
Recall my words from time to time
My children are my words of rhyme

Ran down her road
It was dreary
The sky was dark
The clouds were eerie
Went past her house
Saw the bedroom window shining
Silouettes of the finer things
Hurried past
The rain was pounding down
Heard her voice and
I had to turn around
That's when I saw her standing there
In nothing more than her underwear
What's a man supposed to do

She let me stay til I was dry
Of everything I had inside
That was just before the dawn
Put on my clothes and I was gone
What's a man supposed to do

Thankyou for the cup of tea
And everything between
The sheets the floor the living room
Oh how she made me ....scream
What's a man supposed to do

Now I go down her street every chance I can
But she's always with another man
Once was great that much is true
But what's a man supposed to do
If I get caught again in the pouring rain
And circumstances are the same
I'll stay the night and play her games
But I won't leave til I know her name
What's a man supposed to do

Thankyou for the cup of tea
And everything between
The sheets the floor the living room
Oh how she made me
....scream
What's a man supposed to do!

I wrote her name
On
The bottom of my shoes
Because she always let me be
Her rooster in the room
And when she calls
I always come
Crowing out her name
She loves it when we wake the neighbours
Time and time again
So I wrote her name
On
The bottom of my shoes

I wear my jeans
A bit too tight
That's when
She says
They fit me right
But I would wear
Most anything
To watch her smile
While I strut and sing
I'm her rooster
I'm her rooster
I'm her rooster in the room

And I Love the way
That she thinks
That I'm all that
And even a little bit more
I know nothing can come between us
If I keep both feet on the floor
Because I wrote her name
On
The bottom of my shoes
I'm her rooster
I'm her rooster
I'm her rooster in the room

You are my secret
When I'm sitting by myself
I fantasize about a life
With You
You and nothing else
Night and day I will lay
Kisses on Your skin
So I know that You are there
And not a dream within
And so I dream
And dream aspire
To feel the heat of Your desire
But this is just my secret
When I'm sitting by myself
Dreaming of those kisses
That I have never felt

From the first time that I saw her
I wanted just to hold her
Sway to the music
And
Savour the moment
I
Danced in her circles
Fell
Softly in her eyes
I wish that she would notice
How she burns me up inside
I can't sleep at night
She fills up my head
I toss and I turn
And I slowly get burned
Wanting her fire in my bed
Sparks and embers
Coals and flames
An inferno when I hear her name
Dance
Sway to the music
It'll never be the same
Watch the fire growing higher
And I hope it never rains
So close together
So far apart
If I kissed her once
What would that start
Start the fire
I've encased her smile
In a million gems
Followed her curves
Her turns and her bends
Danced with her
Then danced again
Stoke the fire
I wake up in the morning
After smouldering through the night
I hope that we can get together
And set the town alight
Sparks and embers
Coals and flames
An inferno when I hear her name
Dance
Sway to the music
It'll never be the same
Watch the fire growing higher
And I hope it never rains
I hope it never rains

We drove down the sunny coastline in our yellow Ferrari Spyder with the top down.
Her long blonde hair tried to get away from the scarf she tied to keep it tame. We laughed when it finally flew away.
She looked at me from under crazy tresses. I could tell that she loved me and I loved her just the same.
I slowed the engine til it purred rounding all the subtle curves searching for the perfect place to kiss. I found it where the oceans endless waves met the shore and that's the dream from Fridays sweet demise to Mondays misery forever Sunday coastline driving searching for the perfect place to kiss.
Roosty

I keep strange hours when I'm awake.
I live forever sleeping in my dreams.
I drink black coffee in between it all
'til I'm bouncing off the wall.....
I Spin one up
and smoke a bit of green.

Magic mess-less scrambled eggs
and chicken that won't go away
No matter if you change the name,
twenty four seven, three sixty five a year....
There's chickens in my ears!

Then I do the things that Roosters' do
shower shave and even poo
and depending on which morning
(there's three for me each day.)
I might have a beer or two
(rollin' up another doob')
Then find the freaks who comprehend
Poetry is meant to bend.
Obviously oblique!!

And does this serve my intellect,
it's not unique.
Every kind of artist
is some kind of freak.

I read my writes with great delight
and seek the kindness of your words each time.
Then I peruse the posted faces
I don't really surf
it's more of a cruise
goin' through the paces.

Meditating on the colour blue
and the higher math by the bunny path
where one plus one
is never only two.

I check my mail without fail
in hopes to find a backpack worthy soul.
Climb inside my little rhyme
by leaving bits of self behind
in letters that are crossing space and time.

And all the gems that I've collected
will make for me
a bigger piece of you.
It's true.
It's what I do.

My room is full of mental faces.
Some are givers
some are takers
and some are real
when they are fakers
but I never am alone!!

So leave a post or a note
and with love
I'll safely store you
in the hand made backpack....
that I  tote, with me.

Roosty

I laid her in the long grass of a toasted summer field
among the unpretentious wild blooms
I whispered words of Love to her that I so carefully had rhymed
My poetic hands dancing to the metre and the time
And I could feel her heart beat in my fingers through her blouse
And I could smell the body spray she wore
And I could taste her kisses as I let her know my wishes
with those deftly moving fingertips of mine.
I combed her hair back from her face her eyes were full of sky
Bluer than the flowers where we lay
I wove her dreams of castles and kings and all the little pretty things
a girl like her could possibly desire.
We spent the whole day in that moment where every wish comes true
and everything I said, I knew was real.
I petitioned her to be my Queen and everything that was between
as I lost myself inside her lovely eyes.
And for that day we lived forever, everywhere and when
And still I hear her softly saying from that spot where we were laying
Shut your eyes my king ....and kiss me once again

Roosty

Time is taking all its time
To pass itself away
Seconds minutes hours then
Are turning into days
And every day is just the same
All that changes is the name
Soon to make another year...
Another day gone by

You can not touch or taste or feel
A minute in your life
You can not hold it in your hands
Or bribe it for a slice
It's here and now and then it's gone
Was it ever there?
The Mad Hatter surely laughed
at the crazy ol' March Hare
With his pocket watch
sweeping by
The minutes of his life
In a rush to do enough
before he finally died....

Me?
Here I sit and sip my tea
Forever and anon
Savouring my moments spent
Before the moments gone

Roosty

Sweet kisses fall from heaven
Now all my paints are new
This world of unknown colour
Shades from my heart this art
its hue.

This is my rain drop life
falling fast with contained delight
A new refrain,, each drop of rain
kisses soft at end of flight

I am met with kisses wet
Ruptured rapture this heart was after
Her sunshine stains my pouring rain
Now rainbows tint my soul again
In Love

I woke up to a summer morning in the Calabogie peaks
Sharing conversation with myself
I stirred the wood stove and I stoked it's fire
while my coffee brewed
I finally know that I'm content
since I found my way to you

And the city lights have nothin'
that I want or need
nothin' that means anything to me
And my coffee seems so much better
than the cities ugly streets
and I have no doubt this cup of joe
is better company

Calabogie You'll never feel alone
among the ancient bent and weathered
backs of stone
and at the feet of every peak
and valley that you find
veins of liquid silver wind and weave
and the midnight stars are a permanent
audience to the moon
Your troubles will be lifted far away
You can listen to the evening loon
lament
the end of every day
and I guess I've known since I arrived
I'm going to have to stay

Calabogie, I've fallen hard for her
Deeper than I thought
for the broken peaks and endless trees
and the way the waters talk
And I'd like to say I'll be back again
but I don't think that I can leave
the comfort and seclusion
of the Calabogie peaks.

Roosty

some things are better said
woven rhyme
left in heads
idiots never see

missing
silent screams
that call

no one

drip

drip

drip

blood pools
on the ground

Roosty