2 Mexican coffees
A shot of makers mark
A PBR,
It was a **** night.

Moving to New Orleans
Has saved my life.

there is always bad
And sometimes there's good,
It hits  you like a salty wave.

Maybe I drink to much anyways-
Making my rent day to day,
At least I'm living
My way.

I look around and am left hanging like a washed up college house,
In my present fix
There is no forward bound.
I want to write...
I want to fight...
Burn fresh fire in a darkened hearth,
Dream and inspire the laughs of tomorrow,
Old Hermes carried me well.

Does choice hang heavy in thought?
Will the heavens take back a star?

And when will courage meet destiny
In life?

Idiology takes my hand and cries
Much to vain with a scarlet smile.

Break a false name
And attach to missery in swing.

Take back the moon
I am zero gravity.

I threw your heart out to sea
Just to see if it would drown.
I carried the weight and pole,
Fishing for that blue soul.

This is the house of mystery
And your the guessing game.

Just as you caught the world
Old Atlas strung and stronge.
Ignited a blooming flower
With love and merry song.

But today I'm traveling on,
Traveling on.

hey you, looking like a boy
with an ankle rolled and sore
i'll kiss it, with my words.

hey you, silent in that voice
eyes as bright as an asteroid
let me tell you what your worth.

hey you, feeling all alone
well you aren' the only one.
stay strong.

yes, you.

I envy modern arts
****** pigmented *******.

Watching blue waves of smoke roll off the heaters  blow
As I kiss you with my stale beer breath.

We are humans. Hydrogen and bonded.

By each moment.

Even as I chase you down for one last cigarette,
Vietnam is running out.

Around the coals we gather to warm are tired souls
Brothers singing of all life's woes
And dear old sawyer and his lady go on their way
Towards the west and memory lane.
I bid adieu to these travelers and the heated night
One day we will find peace in our drunken blight
To the poet and their thoughtful muse
To the guitarist and their twanging tune
To the smoker with a hazy mind
And the couple rekindled in Octobers fire.

Do you know why,
I can't sleep, in the attic or the deep?
No Anchor on these tides, treasure box
in a pirate's hope;find the boat.

Drifted on a pierced lip, a fixed kiss,
a mental slip--
on a burnt out Fuze.

Double check for a
red lighter's glaze,
As wolf is entranced in the gaze, of a moon's longing.
              EYE
Take it easy,
little child. A bottle ship on a lover's dream
tossed and turns as sleeper learns,
trust the Sun.

Light so stronge, Life will always crawl
in the uncertanty a simple plee,
to be
           to exist
                           to dream,
What It really is, spinning the compass
to the steady Fun, painted with snow.
As a remote control in
*****-MOAN phase.

you are a cool breeze outside my window seal,
a tree without leaves in a winter chill,
as logic begets reason so does love in season.
as does my blushing lips.

The taste is bitter the luck grows thinner, and doubt fills every pore.
Am I to bold to fear the adventures you seek
Outside of gas and heat.

Be wise be free be wild be Natalie.
I know dear friend, I'll see you again.

Revised...

:) you sneaky little *****.

I read you like a letter
my white out bottle is empty,
oh the words you wrote are so simple.

yet the music of it turns my back to a melody
so sweet.

so i read a thank you for listening
and pull a hole of Persephone
and go into the winter,
a silence.

when you caught a child's thrill
in a bottle for ships to crash,
upon broken dreams
and endless understanding.

can you listen to the distant call
a siren of bombs to go off,
my constant beat mistreats,
the world aloft to greater things.

i ask only because you ask

The paper was a bit shy and ***** from the past few years of neglect, nothing ever grew more alone and distant than the faded words of a poet unfinished.

"The cold light filled the night as a wolf cried out, the moons eye a ghostly dancer."

Now so it seemed such a sad thing that there was never to be an answer; time would be the master and the minutes forebode disaster.

But of course, never the light of day. Stuck forever to twilight haze it filled an eerie air.
I watched from this broken phrase all the while in a poets grave, rotting from abused paper.

Encore five *****
Like a dollar stack of records
Original **** can be found here.

Old vinyl is heavy.
Like Siberian fox Sheba husky
No doubt

Original **** can be found here.

Getting off work,
Waiting for the first beer.
Something is off here,
Can you imagine the atmosphere? Vo beat du?.

May the father be at peace,
with what his daughter has sown.
May the demon dr. Naples,
have no rest from the sun.

Blistering in his sin, all his greed
weighs him down.

All the gold in his heart,
shackled his soul,
in contempt of the righteous,
will he fall from grace.

For those cursed in greed,
share no mercy in hell.

It blisters
There
Hope
Alive

Even now,
I can hear it,
But there is no rest for the wicked.

His transgressions meet no court.
And his madness and lust,
consume the whole earth.

He tears the ties of family,
And the bonds of love.

And may my wrath burn stronger still,
Death to your happiness-
be gone the joy in your life.

But there is no rest for the wicked,
not until you die.

Metal bands and old friends
Leave a taste to be desired
Yet I stay with beer to pay
I'm just like you.

on a bar stool
With drums beating me down
What's with the loud sounds?
I can take it your just like me.

Whisky in a warmed skin
Left to take it all in
I observe the room with apathy.

Thank Ga for family.

almost zero
i have been told,
the risk is that low.

whisky and women,
can't have
it any other way.

said with  parched lips.

singing the same old tunes
to my broken notes
and woes so few.

this time has come
lettered out in gold
made me sigh
and limbs too shook.

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sit back down again.

my scrambled and dysfunctional paragraphical thoughts once again:

so we sit outside drinking high life outside the pigs place, waiting on the band to play. almost 21 what can I say, but
I got a few more days to go.

and you know its like a waist land when you can't see the sunshine under all those alcoholic shadows, what a way to live.

Feeling like a lost dog on a pole in a winter snow
w  a  i  t  i  n  g ______outside the bar,
                           I've seen Wayne Coyne with fur and heels on arm,
and I'm //almost uneven in a toxic drink // but my cig  a r e t t e **burns ash
out on the oklahoma street.
        we can make it home on of Montreal beat.  

oh so mischevious as a fox in dark leaves of green and Desire.
asleep on a coach under sheets of mystery and kitten fur.
with crusty toothpaste and ****** gums cleaning off what was
to , always
judged as a minor  star in a music bar
                 we are all here,                and now,                   and wild.

Come,
as an untamed dessert lover with a tipped cup of emotion in caffeen steam.
                 oh wonderful traveler with polar bear ice cream .
                                 "look at all these people cages!"
                                        boxes of broken penniless dreams.
"that's a cool tree house though,  and that oh yeah another condemened house for you to live in"                            HA                                ­                       HAH ahh ha ha....

SO, sometimes I feel like a circus clown at the rail of room 39
                           like I've always thought with sound, and needing to finish work,
            take my medicine as I should
                get directions from trickster's with inhumane sorcery,           could you tell
                                                            ­                                                             them I did well?

realizing its all a wave that crashes us like a tidled surf.
                                                                ­ I want like dear old foes a place to be a fool and take it all slowly.
             What was once said to be real
                          is long bled
                           as a heart
                upon the sleeve turns blue.

I find the courage to speak, with words I do not know, will they cure, will they fail, will I be consumed with the urge.
To mind,
what we should never forget.
that you should respect, my woman feelings.
is obvious.
That I should be open and platonic, doesn't make science.
ha, you bottle up my sighs and ship them,
as fire to a gun.
Lava to a volcano, "all ready to explode!"

Regret often in tag.

Have you ever noticed
that the trend is sadness?

No smiling, no lying, no living?
No anything.

But it's not like that,
my heart cant shrug happiness.
Shielding off madness,
I am inspired.

you are a boy who misunderstood
what a girl like me needs.

all i need is friend
who makes cabinets in the sun
who runs marathon's for fun,
and listen to my drumming beat.

as the dump truck intercedes in a disturbing way.

don't misunderstand what I say.

what I say is lets be around
when the family goes out for dinner
when I'm too high to read a letter,
meant for someone else.

ALL there is between are to many streets
when I'm out of gas,
and need money to make,
my dreams real.

You follow all these twisting lines and wonder why your
      thoughts derail
    
      I can hear a sirens call and my ship ends up nowhere.
    
      Take it back and take it in
           Only time can tell.
    
      I found you there again
          In our sanctuary's light.
    
      The lamp is dim and the 
           Road is quiet,
    
      Just as a far away night.
    
      I can take a magic sign and bury all the neglect,
            I will make a memory of everything we've kept.

what a day
spinning out into you
gracefully

going all the way
in the heat

i am older
day to day

stilling. falling back
to a wasteful way

plucked raw
round a sound
of destiny,

getting lost
taken now
what will
what will be.

out within Jupiter's moon.

hush.

this is not your fight.

get excited.

I loved you the same place we started out.

It's time again
To lean on my art
Fulfilling my doubts
And growing in heart.

The lines are so skewed
Between love and lust
Between moon to dusk
And the deep blue.

Within my ship you breathe
Filling up my sails
Pushing me out
To sea.

The waters are red,
Red enough to bleed.
This land sick mind
Feels afoot.

I'm a symptom of life
I cry when it rains
And my mind is wet.
I write when I die
Each emotion
Larger than life.
Nothing can make
You love me,
Like I want
You to.

Even then,
It's a struggle to define.

Being as I am.

stretched far from sight
you bring a fire to the night
once all alone.

but not far from there
scortched desire
burns it up.

can't make up your mind,
you said.

make it simple please,
strike a beat
thunder punch the love,
into it..

not like a stranger's greeting.

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.

never feeling this much ever felt so down
as a river was pushed over night and dawn,
so it was the injustice that breaks the love.

like a water of reason drawn to its halt,
do i know the truth that I was at wrong.

does a writer tell so what it was now
bring down this mountain,
I've seen the moon.

reflecting a lost forgotten view,
it was me the less and you the few.

Tangled in a drunken fog and still I knew
that loosing is the greatest fear.

Now i cling to rocks and wind.
the only thing at cost.

what else is there to say, just like a deck displayed
out on the cold pathment of my street.

you bring the dawn and make everything
feel so right.
that yellow sun

if your leaning, it will tip you
like a whirwind of power
in a storm.

tossed out and in,
oh where to begin?

this magic never leaves.

it seemed so long ago i felt the breeze of the wind
cold and unfeeling
that i forgot the wretchedness of longing.

it called out to me in a bleak fall night
begging to be a perfect song,
even as i barely hit the chorus.

to be a thing of solidarity was only a dream
unfailing in its despair and blurred haze.

travelling for so long a chest ways heavy
****** and bare towards lighter fire.

won't you come together and cloth my naked skin?
desperate in her heated gaze,
yet left out in the freezing rain.

I discovered I cried at night
With you laying next to me. My pillow wet and cold.
Staring. At your shoulder.
Beckoning to hold a piece of me.

The heat from your body burned
My light leaves,
And I shiver as you wake.

Speaking through a dream.
Wish I could sleep.

caught inside agenda and pressured by hysteria
terror catches at throat,
mimicked by an echoed note.

smoked-out-in-columns-of-purgatory,
why is that?

Noise pierced the air and sat at rail-road crossings,
walking back to old fashion--
country inns -out of- a rainstorm's wind.

wandered the point to follow,
the hollow that swallows
tomorrow

and

i saw myself be-musing
way stations
and caught a ticket,
-back-

to apathy.

Your love binds me
like the ocean,
in its depth of
endless understanding.

Your waters
draw me back
in the tide,
hands clasped
in sleepless memories.

Your shores are
   never ending
I am beached
as a whale-soul
in wander.

Deep blue
I'm lost in you
crashing over me.

the darkness can not hide me
i strike with light,
and a cigaret.

waiting for the story.

of my life to be told.

Stretched the morning sigh from my tired evening, slow and easy it goes
As I step around the corner life blows
And tangles my hair.
With simple strides in dangers shoes
With honest eyes reflecting few
Smiles.
It broke the sound.
It seems a shadow sticks where light bent through.