She was a small town runaway
looking for a bigger world
but the city lights, arn't very nice
to curious little girls
and the creep in the car
said he'd take her so far
but he took her all the way
Still you can't stay young
when you're on the run
and ya haven't got a penny to pay
Runaway
Milk carton memories
like the graves in Flanders' Fields
stretching to the distant sunset
so tragically surreal


Runaway, don't get in that car
Ambers' rarely make it home
little girl why'd you roam
The secondary scene
is where most will die
Now it's too late
It's much too late
It's too late, for you, to cry
Runaway


He's got filthy fingers
from his ***** dreams
of girls in their skirts
and their too tight jeans
He'll take you and break you
'til you don't cry any more
and then he'll **** you
you've become just a *****
Runaway
Predators prey
Won't be goin' home again
You'll never get back
what he takes from you
You're a milk carton photograph
no one knew
And Amber....He won't stay
to choke on the ashes
of a runaway


Milk carton memories
so tragically surreal
stretching to the distant sunset
Ambers' Flanders' Fields
Little girl...kneel by your bed and pray
You never ever hear him choking
On the ashes of a runaway

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

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

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

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

There are castles in the sky
for little girls that cry
and sailing ships, to secret islands
for little boys who, wonder why
not everything turns to magic beans
Silly little dreams
Silly little dreams
silly little
beautiful little
silly little beautiful dreams

and I wonder why
any of it ever
has to pass us by

Weave your dreams from pieces of string
pop tabs and the tear drops in your eyes
It's a necklace made of pure gold
and gems the castle treasury holds
for a forgotten Princess
when she's feeling blue

Toy guns
and a burned out car
A weathered picnic table
overturned
Formidable fortresses for a war
Where the dead go home at the end of the day
'cause everyone always,   gets away
Silly little dreams
Silly little dreams
Silly little
beautiful little
Silly little beautiful dreams

And I wonder why
any of it ever, has to, pass us by

Anyway...

Sometimes life turns out that way
The sun still shines
just the same
on everyone ....
'til the day is done
Then rest your head
on what you call bed
and let your magic dreams.....
take you where they may
Beautiful beautiful
Beautiful beautiful
silly little beautiful dreams

And every little girl
is a beautiful Princess
Invincible boys
go off to war
and everything
is always wonderful..
when you can't stay awake any more
Beautiful beautiful
Beautiful beautiful
silly little beautiful dreams

Roosty

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

I love her wild abandon
So many untamed horses
Fenceless and uncorralled

For a while I ran with her
Looking to catch her eye
She just ran away
Trailing laughter

I heard her distant drumbeats
With their sacred rhythms
Deep into the earth
And deep into my soul

I clutch and grasp
Trying to capture
Midnight thistle down
That dances
On the warm,  invisible, breeze

And where shall it land
When it's slipped from my hand
Taking with it
All my secret dreams

.....And I laugh
They always dance away
But I am content....

For the briefest moment
I lived among the footfalls
Wondering where the thistle down had gone

Silently.....silently
Almost unnoticed

It came to rest
Amidst the drumbeats.....

Inside my heart


Roosty

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

A is for atom
Rotten to the core
Melting down
below the ground
just outside the door
Where presidents and statesman
continue to play
with hot core rods
in a box of sand
forgetting where they've buried them
From Kazakhstan to New York
they walk away and wipe their hands

Now all young boys like hot apple pie
but uranium cake is hotter
and those who've tasted such elation
will tell you that it's nearly sinful
the way the warmth slowly infil-
-trates you to the bone

Hear! Hear! A noble cheer
for the best warm dish
served in years...
Soviet meltdown in hot sause

There's a piece for brother and sister and you
There's a piece for mom and dad
who chatter in the parlour
like a geiger counter going mad

Now the nuclear family
eats plutonium pie
and triple scoop reactor splits
melt and drip
from every bodies spoon
Cheer noble! Good men! Cheer noble!
Please stand tall solicit applause
Cheer noble!!
You'll get your rewards
and your just deserts
with a noble cheer
CANDU!!!

Roosty

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

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

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

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

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

Were I to live....
a dead life

Were I to die....
still alive

Tear streaked smiles
my sad accomplice
Rejections touch
my frozen friend

Were I to mourn
just graveyard soul
I'd seek my plot
and fill the hole
For truly...
I'd be dead

Roosty

Black metal staircase
escapes from the alley
where no light is
and into the night above
rises
creeping
to the opaque heavens
where invisible Angels live
white knuckle squeezing
those venerable bones
and that ancient staircase groans

Roosty

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

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

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

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

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

Your curves
My hand
Your back

I die each time
It comes to mind

Curves
Hand
Back

Kick a dead man
He don't bleed
rubber face
never breaks
has no need

Why stab the thing
it doesn't live
wrapped in bags
buried in the sea

feed the fish

Dumpster dive deliveries
snails and worms
and pretty things
fingernails pony tails

and teeth

A thousand million
maybe more
trinkets
and a broken *****
washed up on a
greasy shore

get your needles free

with running shoes and feet

treasures on the beach

dig the earth and reach
search for more

muggings of my sanity
I can't go out
I'm never free
all the eyes are watching me
dollars down the drain

such a shame

***** names and ***** stains
I've seen it all
It's all the same
demoralized beaten
left for dead

Dig a grave
for someone else
staring back
behind the glass
whiskey poems
the Mensa test
and death

Diseased

Pick Your poison
cups of tea...
forget

there's simply nothin' left

No one Loves
no one tries
kick the bodies all aside
and deal your truth
where it seems to fit

I spit

I'm used to it

I think it's time to go to sleep
digging up a darker deep
Killing pigs
with gloves of kid
I slit the neck
bleeding out in reams

it streams

anything that floats your boat
Is likely just a dream

and one more lifeless body
slips into the drink

Roosty

It's too late for the neon lights
too early for the dawn
my world is poised
suspended breath
not quite sleeping
yawning creeping.....dawn

The silence breaks a fragile egg
shatters with the robins song
Introduction to construction
The industry of dawn

and all the magic spells I held
with bated breath
are gone

A man against his world
forging on

Roosty

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

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

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 ❤

She told me the mountains
weren't the peaks they used to be
I chuckled,smiled and understood.
Every year the walnuts seem
farther from the tree

We took a trip down memory lane
with the hazards on
a turtles pace
nothing really seemed the same
people flew by
it's an interstate

We stopped a few times
that was okay with me
I needed my meds
and she had to ***
again and again and again

The lane is now a highway
No shoppin' at Sears
now it's just bi-way
discounts don't really mean that much
when you pay fifty dollars
for what once was a buck

So I sit back in my rockin' chair
I listen to oldies, losin' my hair
She weaves then leaves
('cause she has to ***)
Everything aches where there isn't pain
but we've got each other,
and we both have canes

I love her now more and deeper
Kinda glad those mountians
aren't any steeper
I'm gettin' too old to make that climb
And she still likes my walnuts fine.

So I smiled at her
when she returned
Showin' teeth no longer mine
And I asked with a wrinkly smile
If she'd like to fool around a while
She smiled back and said "Not today...
it's gettin' late anyway."
I looked at the clock
and had to agree
It was nearly bed time
and we needed our Z's

The days make us tired
and now my drive is low gear
So it's off to sleep
(after she pees)
After all, it's after three

on a Sunday afternoon...

Roosty

Replete of all its splendor
my withered heart beats...
Such a sad and tortured drum.

Refusing me death
It pumps its useless lifeblood
through my veins

My loneliness leaves me cold.
My desires.... with a frosted skim of ice,
How I long to melt for some unknown spring.

I have love inside!
I have love!!!
Love, no one even pretends to try and see

A poet!! What a joke!!
A dying breed of feelers
left to drown!

Pour me the cheapest drink
flavoured with the acrid taste
of societies disdain!!

I know I'm different
(One of the nicer things
that I've been called)...
It makes those cookie cutter clowns
try and fit me in the smallest box!!
Smaller than the one
where they reside!!

Intellect feeds my mind
yet makes me hungry all the time!
And my soul? Oh my soul!!
Always teaching me to walk a truer path.
Never used to be that way.
Now my ****** internal eye
that's all it ever sees!

My heart?
I do not wish to speak of it.
It beats.
At least it gets to share its time
with my soul.. and eating mind

The night is old...
I turn out the light.
Once again I sleep alone
and wish the empty darkness..
an empty dark good-night.

Roosty

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

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

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

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

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.

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

Purple glooming shadows
in the ****** dimension
****** thinks he's livin
as he dies
He rides the highways down his arms
and the back roads down his legs
Ain't no place that he ain't been
That ain't an interstate.
So many points of interest
floating in his veins
And 'though his fire burns inside
He's nodding anyway.
And the purple glooming shadows
Own the colours of his soul
Nothin' else seems near as bright
As a needle hole, full of life
Dyin'
******'s dyin'
Forgot what he's livin' for
Do anything for one more point
Sell his *** in the night
**** his soul
for just the sight
Of another purple dream

in foolish gold

Roosty

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

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

We stepped between raindrops
to dance in the puddles
beneath a broken umbrella
we pretended to huddle
accepting the rain for what it was
a chance to get closer
all muddled by love...
and gettin' wet!

Roosty

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

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.

I have a garden
And it's very large
And I must tend it all the time
It's work
But it's beautiful work
So I don't really mind
I turn the soil
Digging stones
To plant the seeds I hope will grow

I trim the hedges
Tend the lawn
Pull the weeds until they're gone
But I don't mind
Its peaceful there
I'm free of trouble
Free of care

I walk there often
Most often alone
Shepherding the things that grow
I talk to the bees
And sing to the birds
Rarely am I ever heard
No one wants to walk with me
To enjoy the flowering cherry trees

I love my garden
Would you like to go?
It grows inside me...
It's in my soul.

Roosty

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

What private calls does the wolf howl
About love, lust, yen and need
Me I do not know
I simply love the sound

I wonder what the owl hears from silent wings
When muted forest is lulled to sleep?
You'll never know

Appear then disappear
like shadows from a ghost
Again...
Incomprehensible to me

Still I watch and soundless listen
Trying to understand
All the mysteries of the night
Night carefully defends

Roosty

I'd stare at her across the rows
Filling up my books of prose..
and poetry

I knew the details of her face
No hair was ever out of place
She could make me die...
with just a smile

I knew the scent of her perfume
teasing me across the room
It left me weak....
and aching for her touch

I loved her very much

So I filled my book with secret hearts
I spun in words and called my art
And never let her see a single word...
A love she never heard

And I think about her to this day
And the secret poems I threw away
I wonder if her secret heart...
found love

What if no one took the chance
To ask the Princess to the dance
Then there'd never be a secret King...
to make her sing

Maybe she just stayed alone
I guess I'll never really know
Didn't take the chance, couldn't dance
Just lived inside my..
paper poem romance

And did she smile for someone else
No longer sitting on the shelf
or did she fill up books of...
poetry

Writing in her room alone
All her little secret poems
About a king who looked..
a lot like me

But I never asked so I've never seen
How I looked in all her dreams
or even if there was a book...
for me

So I hope she smiled and found her love
I hope some Prince was brave enough
I hope she never....
threw her poems away

But to this day.. I don't know
All my poems afraid to show
In case they died cause she said "no"...
Still I'm alone
and they've been thrown away

Roosty

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

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

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

When I hold you
Can I unfold you
find the pristine pages in your heart
and if what is there is origami
I'll arrange it like the finest art
Silent swans will learn to dance
Blue paper swallows will sing at last
if you only take the chance,..
to let them fly away
And the lotus blossoms you've created
scent a million different pages
Where I carefully write my lines
on every petal
one word at a time

Roosty