Why marvel at materialism
It only lasts a while,
Why marvel at the apparent,
Apparent comes and goes
Out of style.

Why be awed by what's seen
It's only something temporal,
Why be wooed by physical strings
What's unseen has more credentials.

Why eyeball the papers only in writing,
Why not see the things more clearly with an
Insight sometimes frightening. Why only acknowledge
The things that you perceive, perception is a myth
When the door knocks reality.

Words can be silenced
Only for a lifetime
But my words will live on,
And my ghost won't be gone
Until night til the dawn,
My poetry will spill
Like ripened wine.
I'm everlasting
To everlasting.
My body may be passing
But my eternity is forever,
Like a perennial rosebud
My locution hangs with the
Good that's to come,
And hushed I shall not be.

In vicksburg national burial place of the dead

A silence cradles the land
Voices of the cemetery
Loudly utter, words
Stroking butter

The sound is not
Bland.

The union sleep
Still awake in their beds
The rain never falls
The rain is just as dead

The civil war hasn't ended
Cry the tears of seventeen thousand ghosts
These souls are remembered
By the vows that they took

Sleeplessly haunting
The visitors to their arrival

The dead more than living
Are awake to the grassy place so vital

The war still goes on
Though to us it has ended
These men are still seen in their
Clothing unattended

Their plans ended shortly

Their plans unamended

This place awakes the voices
Of the wars recommended

Zipped through the laser in her sleep
I tip toed, she didint know, like a girl
Fast she was so sweet. no peep, no not
Scurry. At dark Eve I couldn't see the
Milk and cookies I was for;in a hurry.
I didint worry, just made my getaway
When it was her cookies, I chowed in
The night, stashed by day, bad husband.

She doesn't need no makeup
She is the makeup of men's
Finest brand and desires
Like Jim said baby
Come on baby light
My fire! Come and set
Tommy on fire.

I found the calm in the
Storm, when My wife
Held me. I felt the
Warmth of the
Morn.

She made a livin by lovin an giving.
She made her hourly wages
On stacks of lost pages
She had written from her
Many different faces.
One for night one for day!
One to sleep
And for morning stay.

The trees give me shelter
When the rain comes on down! The trees give me comfort when noone is around.

The trees have a silence, holding in the earthing secrets. Tree's are not violent, they keep still, quiet, perfect.

The trees make love to the clouds, as baby raindrops they create, but the trees are dying like you and me, their feeling the worst of the universes fate.

Sitting in the cornfield
Staring, watching life pass me by
The South's glory has a million stories
As civil blood paint's the sky's.

The quill is a pulse
It thrives on
It's own heartbeat
Bump bump
Bump bump!

I think I'll have to
absquatulate
From the scene
Of poetry's
Crime.
The worlds
Given me to much
Of that

Bobsy-die!

Prattle in the diplomacies straddle
But all I hear is babble
Outside on the big lawn!

We make a livin off of hard work
Not sleeping

Went to the outer level
Of the far out
Unreachable
Twilight Zone
Good thing
Now I'm sober so this time I got to
Make it home.

The best feeling
Waking up and knowing your still breathing.

Being golden
We think were young
Pretending to be 16
Under the sun
Skin gets baggy
Eyes sink
Lessons learned
Now my turn
To dive deep into life
It's just begun

I was looking in the mirror
My worst enemy I had seen,
It was me and it gave me fear

Yes today is the day
Getting the flowers in a little later then wanted. Today is the day, mulch, decorative stones, an old sculpted frog to match the soil
Below. Springtime grow! Water to be a vital giver to the coming little bugs, creepy crawlies and the fly buzzer above. Down south, the trees down here have a little more history, they've seen hangings, not done by me, by men who only saw by eyes, not
Spiritually. Some were lost in the decades of tradition, then through all the bloodshed, "still appearing", even now there's yet to be fruition. But now in my kitchen peeping the kitchen backside window, I can see the squirrel's eat the hickory as they get fat and full they see the world as a bunch of fools , planting seeds of disgust! Shiftshaping waters and Meadows. No more good ol days where the boys were good fellows. Now everything and one is to it and themself. Creating new high tech gear, while society's hooked on beer and whatever else. We lost the meaning to this life, our family kids friends, husband wife, tommorrow could end. That's why I make my garden to be in the pristine condition it is, untouched. Undefiled, others walk by and see the sphere they once knew and miss.

Crispy paper
Brittle pen
Where to start
Where to begin
Grain of gold
On blue ink bend
Sell for mold
A shackled stench.
Taking racks
Of ruby trays
Alas of now
Good coming day
Shortened phase
Scratched in dye
The color crimson
Of poesys side.

Diddly doo, diddly dee, diddly sleepy
From kava tea, diddly will be with
Family.
Diddly do
Diddly did
The tea is warm
Sweet reminisce!

Innocent child eyes
Corrupted by imagery
Of bloodshed and war.

Soldier in his twenties
Tears off his badge
Saying to the man
"I don't work for you no more".

The lifeblood in me
In my being
The lifeblood in me
My wife I see
The lifeblood in me
Vitality
The lifeblood in me
Formations key
The lifeblood in me
Not accidental
The lifeblood in me
Water's essential
The lifeblood in me
My kin
The lifeblood in me
The maker's ship
The lifeblood in me
Running red
The lifeblood in me
A living bed.

Airplane
Train
Land
Air
Take me there
Anyway I wanna get there.

Her maquillage so delightful
Her waves of thought insightful
Her bloomage eyes rightful
Her all to me, the serene hope.

She sat there alone and cold and naked
I picked her up
Put her in a jar
I really didint think
The little sun flower
Would make it

Molding my body
Like an airplane I take off into
The most beautiful horizon.

We make truths, we make lies
Sleep with stories of wonder why's
We make money to make a living
We make sorrow for someone's giving
We make happiness, we create anger
Robots and destroyers of foes and nature
We make enemies, even we ourselves are one
We shoot pistols, stab with knives, we want fun
We make our living trying to make due
Life throws us burdens to face the day new
We are the choosers of our own free wills
We choose to give life or take it, we make our own thrills
We get our own fills from uneducated stupid boxes
TVs that are ran by fleas, step in politics
Call it daily proxy.
We are human, we are far from perfect
We are human
We are......   ......  .................. ...............
We lost our humanity, we've become animals.
We lost.

Saw the world through
A telescope
Losing interest
Losing hope.

The older I get
I think more wisdom comes.

Though I'm getting older
Seems I'm a bit more senile.

Getting the thumbs up
From the grand children,
With a pat on the back
From the elders
Who hold on
Barely living.

Though the more senile I get
The stronger I fight.
The grayer the hair
The wisdom takes flight.
And off to a rocker
One day i shall be.

Today was a day like no other
Wife and kids. A home and roof overhead
My wife with a candle between us,
Appreciating another
And I can tell you that wax wick got hot.

MUSIC IS DEAD-

Once a time there were Poet's who ryhmed
With guitar, voice, piano, drum, being as one
In song.

MUSIC IS DEAD-

Monterey pop festival, Woodstock, Newport pop festival,
Altamont, the list goes on.

MUSIC IS DEAD-

No more does music have meaning, protestors protested for reason's, now protesting what the administration sais is truth
While yet middle easterns, and our own citizens are seething.

MUSIC IS DEAD-

Lyrics that once changed the earth, now are a church, of fashion idols, teenie boppers, pinning bad against good, turning good Into to bad, cash makes younger ones happy, older musicians die off by the bags. Lady gaga speaks of materialism, with the kids, listens with it mom and dad, societies failure.

MUSIC IS DEAD-

Once something sacred, sacrosanct, has turned to global banks, making stage sets such as save the planet ( while many destroy it)

MUSIC IS DEAD-

Don't let it get in your head, you are still being fed, what the sixties spoke of CONTROL.

Don't sell your soul.

Music is dead.

An assassin mentality
Has taken over the epoch's, scientists measure faith by
Weathering of muck
Hewn stone comes from bombing homes
Yet only scientifically has man
Measured their fate.
We open gates
To realms of the dead.
Kings run rampant
Queens say off with heads.
Politics like tricky ****
Create the rebirth of Nixon scandals.
Making words around the world
And wars they use to advance
Secretively they laugh
Behind the curtains of seance.
conjuring up tricks,
erroneous illusions.
Making boys to men
Armys to win
The masses of confusion.

At only the age of sixteen
I stared through the astral
Telescope into her window
I saw what I shouldn't have
Though her window opened
And my imagination ran wild.
Then one day it closed
So I supposed I'd marry that girl
And with her have at least one child.
And still with my wife
My love.

My imagination goes untamed.

We own nothing
But what's given to us. We only own our own actions.
We don't own
We only borrow
And return to the universe
What's rightfully his.

What's the musician without the music.
What's the music without the musician
What's the noise
Without its invention

It takes that one first step
To change the whole
Spectrum of your entire life.
Leading either to good or bad
Or wrong and right.

Hall of fame
For the poets whom have left and came again, to those who
Write by the wire.
Cell phone
Tablet, computer
Laptop hot shop aquire.
For you who sleep and write
For those that write and fight
For you who are ordinary marksman like me
Hall of fame-your all in it you see.,
And the most incredible thing.
Is how incredible and awesome you all are
Poetry's greats! 2016s rockstars.

Share the memories
Share the fun
Give a note
That speaks on love
Pass a cloud
That puffs like smoke
Give your married one a kiss
And lift their hopes
If your not married
You'll find that one
One day.
Keep that hope alive
While the blue in the sky's
Will show you all goodness
You'll find a way.

Plucked from the pack of fish
I grew some fin's
Swam to the place of mermaid's.

She wore it better than all the rest
She wore the crown, of forgetfulness
But then at that moment
She remembered
February's love
In mid September.

Images

Flash. Sound bang dash.

The drummer cracks
The drum stick to the drum. Summers mash
Acoustic hash, echoes pile the streets
Of the rocking gnomes.

Children left their home
For San Francisco's loan
Only to be cold
Wearied tired and sleepless,

Fed only the crumbs
Their guitars would bring.

Their still alive
But as for now
I won't forget
The death of the hippie.

I wanna Drive on
To Canada to see the high top views
I wanna escape to Mexico
For the deserts cue.
Wanna take a cruise
To the Bay's of the middle East
I wanna fly to asia
Have a  good Chinese feast.
I wanna travel while getting older
Not getting older
While travelling.
Wanna be young in heart
And spirit. Let the brain do some unravelling.

A chunk of change out of the pocket
You'd think NASA was
Building a rocket.

I will concentrate
Not contemplate
Not trump the sound
Of reverbing hate.
I'll fix my face
A warriors brand.
Shaking friends
Making hands.
Flip the band
Rock the stage
I was born to be
A fist of rage.
Not hurting others
Making page
Wisdom comes
White hair gray age.
Wisdom tells its
Wholesome tale.
Deepens mysteries
On universal scale.
I will get there
No way to fail
With a guitar in hand
Lyrics in mail.
Getting older
Doesn't mean goodbyes.
Getting older
Is wisdoms lullaby.

Ever since I was younger
All I ever heard from each politician was!
( I CAN make your land great again)
Well

It's been fifty plus years and I noticed something?
Over the last fifty years just in
My lifetime..

THINGS WENT TO HELL!

So for the upcoming hopeful voters

Vote for who you will
But still
Daily

Another soldiers being killed

Also,
Our land Will not once be great again.
Take it from mother earth
She's cursed in the dim.

Warm and gregarious are the politicking politician's.
They give hand outs, they take back. 100 dollar plates,
1,000 dollar ties, 50,000 dollar rides, all seem innocent
Behind smiles and whitened teeth grinches. All want to
Win a race, based off of other young men's livelihood's,
Sticking poor in poorer places, down south we call that
HOOD! Small business hard working peasants are losing
Stores to affluent men, who get ****** under tables for
Favors, present day-galore. The fast food workers get an
Extra dime to spare their time, while trump, Clinton rehatch
Nixon, and communism's back in prime. Bernie Sanders about
To die, Ted Cruz speaks of God, while playing pokie-pokie
With the fallen ones mirage. Mansions get bigger, pockets
Decrease, no more Mary Magdalenes to be forgiven, beggars
Only beg for hard cash, not their food to eat. Life's become*
Moneyrichesjewels_you steal from me. I'll **** for you . don't worry uncle Sam's tax fund will keep you happy for tommorrow, don't worry, we'll get more money, from the wars and the next one we will borrow

Up to Tennessee, back down to Florida,
The land of bright and free. Shoot through
Alabama. The land that's mine. The land
That's yours. Back to Mississippi, to see the
Bright billed birds. Down then to the ocean
South-new orleans. Where the captains are
The boatmen, and the sailors set you free. A pipe
Of tobacco, a sail down to go. Rolling dice to
Tijuana, down to mexico.

Take the lead. Be the difference
Bring good to the bad situation.
Pick up a talent
Turn the channels station. Make a difference. Help another.
Speak it loud. Love each other.
Do something Good
For those who hurt you.
It's all worth while
Special child

My sheets sing rock and roll
When the blanket covers over them. My blankets sing rhythm and blues, when the wife leaves. The sheets know its bad news. My telephone rings of longing for, when the door gets slammed in front of my face. The house crumbles down when erie silence is found. I miss my wife. Though it's only for 12 hours. I miss my wife. I miss her face.

88
The supertramp tour
Back when gas was lower
Back when music made sense for sure.
88
A date that never ended
Bob Jones a friend Or intended,
Or tryed to be at least.
The band came out
Veil opened
Drumming beast.
Keyboard freak
Startled the keys of america
Supertramp,
No one cared but us!