Here we go on another roll
Through the past the present
The new year

Watching xena play and the
Red firerocks blaze
While love ones rock the Mississippi.

And darling friends smoke
The marajuana and send
Their love into the future.

We'll time it bends
and wraps Us in its
Day it's night it's eather.

Let's be ourselves
Protect the will
To make dreams
become tomorrow.

You kindle the skin and start to rot
Inside your desperate fumes.
You cut a path onto the wrist to
bleed out the noose.
It doesn't mend a broken frame
Like the artists hand.
Never making work the love
That heals the hurt within.
Indeed, release from apathy
Comes sweet the morning dew.
But the pain it brings torrents
A rain that drowns the heart of you.

It is. Obsession
With destruction
It is. Denial
Of the truth
It is. Death
Chasing after you.

Be it. Unfaithful
The promise made
Be it. Hatred
Of who you are

It is not. The end
You are not dead
It is not. Worthy
To make amends

The coin. Rattling
Inside your head
The coin. Fiend
And deceitful friend

Will not stop.
Using you
Will not stop.
Fooling you
Will not stop.
Abusing you

Until your dead

And I love you
We love you
God loves you

So forget the numb
Feel the world
And it's misery
Feel the life
And all it's blessings.

Because I've made
the same mistakes
And now I'm so
Much more

Because of the choices I've made
And let me tell you coin is not the way.

exposition of my position
connecting epic art of
scifi legend extraordinare
frank franzetta.

from my back to distant Barsoom
A princess of Mars is my captive muse
to a story of a pale blue dot.

where an archer's bow points
her lady-ship has no censorship
unbiased in crowded eyes.

blinking aeons of information
torching elemental tables
undisguised for public record.  

unforgettable this ticking thought of self
Converging lines and tectonic season
Moving over earth with pilgrim miles.

What the hello!
Columbia coffee------------- makes my head spin
                              Out of              my mind
My stomach sick
My cheeks chewe(d)
Like Ice
been ****** up  up  up
into a Splenda brew
                 Pinched straw
                    my nerves
                       a mess

birthday *** comes once a year,
both are feet mismatched and
the embrace fits well--
With ankled earrings.

winter has froze us in.

The grocery crammed survivors
Of comfort --as if it were Black Friday.
Honey ham, French bread, shredded cheese.
Another white out-- a piece of cake.

By the time we climb out of bed
It will be spring, and there's nothing to eat.

strange day in the mile race
to fade into the headlights and cold blue
all my life I've been waiting on a line
to guide my path
defining the night

others have gone now
seats hollow at dinner tables
and New souls take hold
of my love strongly.

what a ride in the drivers mind
traveling back to the other half
crossing dying mountains once again.