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.

Shuffle the deck of the go time no time.
Finna clacks
All talk no bite
When it comes
To kryptonite.
Off the rocker
Jamming the set
Bang clash to the drums
Killing in set.
Kick the rocks
Sleepy johnson said behind the curtain
Age seventeen.
Age 51 now
Still playing my dreams.

They were layed to rest
In 69
I remember those days
Where the killers would unwind

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

Bobsy-die!

A Tuesday morning
Gunsmoke, a hot cup of Joe.
The TV turned on animal planet
Switch back to gunsmoke.
Cartoons come on once a while
For the grandkids that play their jokes
Eggs, waffles, pancakes.
Butter syrup with the toast.
A good tasting yolk from the eggs
And a good yolked family

Slide in Alice
Take a big bite
The smuggle smugness
Oh yeah you were right.

A catch of ocean perch
A poll to dip the water
A tide around the bin lurks
A fire for the ****
The fish heads to slaughter.
Beans, rice, watermelon
Cold beer ! Ice!
Talkive relatives
A night well spent

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

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.

Steps steep of swindler's confession
A monstrous sleep that Pike's definition
Chard broil eggs on a winter of sleep

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

A smiling face for a happy wife
A happy living for a smiling wife
A smiling home
With a cutting knife
To cut the meat, for the fire
A stove in the kitchen
Christmas ham prepared soon
For me and her's attire.

Stay in check
Check!
Eat the title head
Check!
Clip finger off
Check!
Scolly
Check
Bring me him
Check
Tuck baby in check
File masters
Check
Hurried disaster
Check!!!
Babies feeding
Check it off

Back home
In the comfort of my honey bun's arm's,
I'm embraced by her European face
I'm feeling a sense of gratitude, happiness, not growing old in age
Today I once again have turned the page
Let out my rage
To be great tomorrow.
Back from my trip
A memorable one,
Now my lips
Are polited
By my Honey bun's!

Got to string out the guitar backstage
With Ben bridwell from the Band of Horses,
Drank a beer with J. Tillman of the Fleet Foxes
With Colin Richey I had a glass of wine
And me and my band for one hour shined.
I rocked with known rockers
Follower groupies,
Not to mention or did I?
With my second string player
I smoked a magnificent doobie.
What a week it's been
Three more days
Then coming back home.
A getaway to remember
A getaway well known.

Space rocking
Rocking and rolling
Guitar strolling
Sell out crowd
Speakers
Bang crack
Loud.

She welcomes me as the rose in her garden, she's the ultimate connective staircase to the heaven I climb on a continual basis.
She's my wife
The love that's right,
When I'm lost or found.
She is my basis.

Anthropomorphic birds and bees
Are leaving places
To distant seas.
The seas are whimpering
To become its natural self
But mankind killed it
It's gone to hell.
The snails drag
To sands of filth, and plastic bags
Fill ***** shelves.
Out my window I think
The only natural beauty left
Is my organic yard.

I felt a different way today
A way I have never felt

I remember thirteen
When dad took me down with his belt

It wasn't abuse, just one good smack
Now father's no more even touch, or hold their child's hand's

Father's I see dont care as they used to
Now their to fixated on their job's and their woohoo's

Thirteen, the day when I cussed out pop's
He had his nineteen fifties outdated belt, I felt a quick pop

On my knees I dropped, cried only for a little
Afterwards a smile, dad realized I had giggled

Wiggling out of the sticky situation
Only young and dumb, a look complacent

But dad taught me something, even of myself
Dont take your child for granted. Show your child your love felt.

She can make a man
Cry
She makes a man
Beg
She's awesome
Dynamite
She's a little baby bird
Head!

Take the time
Give a gift
Bust a ryth
Drive the whammy
To the charitable side.
Wam wammer hammer
Into her rise.
Remember sweet 21
Honey buns? Remember
Timely 27 fun young gun.
Me and my wife
Prowled the world and the sun
We had a grandson,
Time of our beloved.

Rocker and roller
Sold the guitar
For a pencil
And paper.
Rock and
Rollin'
Hard labor I strum I stroll my strings are folding

Sometimes the bitter
Is extremely bitter
And they love to bitter
Not better,
There selves.

Manipulation's
Allegation's
Sanitation
Strangulation
All frustration
Let out
On a
Seventie's delux
Strat.
Putting blues
On the screaming
Map.

Her silent eyes, blue topping, made me cry

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

Crossroads of life
A bombilate jumbo.
Intersection of strife
Friction rub's its surface.
Prelude solitude
Is only the beginning.
Desolation, destitute
Needing more, and I'm not winning.
Buoyant, for my wife I do dehisce
Burping fondness as we both grow older.
Let the heat take us
Forget those nights
That got colder.
Tommorrow I do look forward
To.

Sound and color match the human mind in the moon's scope of vision, wife in the kitchen, head buzzed by the choice and happiness of my family and the days couldn't get any better.

We writers are unorthodox, we writers write! We're not trapped, hidden, or stuck in some box.

We writers make history with weapons as words, or words as weapons!

We writers can create or change the times, because it is we who foresee the madness of crazy and dying.

We writers have family, or no family, were miserable, in love! Or were happy..

We writers note, record, register, list, inscribe, sign, scribble, scrawl, and pencil.

We writers are not mythical creations, we create the good and bad in history,

Just by the mark of a quill or pencil!

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

I was a little squirt
The nerd, on mission street, long hair
Seemed ungroomed, cleaned pants, guitar
Posters in my room.
The dead, the doors, the who, the stones.
Concert tickets to make me remember
What it was like high and gone.
So many years, to remember what I've gone through
Now nothing's old no more.
Societies cheapened down to the new.

Chickadee do
Chickadee does
Chickadee kool
Chickadee hugs

Jam band
Three band man
Three guitar's
One hand
Killing with chord mania

I didint want to be
A rocker originally. The Rock and roll
Lifestyle chose me

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.

True love is like
the full moon and the
bright stars
when they shine
when true love speaks
you don't have to read
between the lines

true love has its own
way of showing
like the wind
has its own way of blowing

true love is a feeling
that you'll only
understand
when that one
someone kisses your lips
and holds your hand
true love
Better than never
Dear wife
I need you home
To come across my letter's.

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.

You can choose to hate
Or you can choose the gift of love
But you cannot choose the middle fence,
Choose the path of love
Use your common sense.

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.

We create
Just to destroy

The tire changed,
Inflated, creepes in like a ***** to the air that was pouring out.

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.

Upgrade
To coin to nickle
From all the memorandum papers to chop
Slice
And decide and decide what is your dated fate

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

Catch a fly
Let him fly
Say goodbye fly
Here comes the hand. Die

Silver tongued bandman jamming on a six string

Silver lunged frontman

Making their ears ding!

When I get this writers block
The best thing for me
Wammer jammer time
The guitar always speaks
What my mouth
Is held back
From
Doing

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.

**** out the wonder
From
Down
Under

promise you an endless love
that will never change
My love to you will always exist
to comfort you through the hard times

I promise you an endless love
that will support you
All through the long way

My love to you is like the sun
that will bright all your life
And warm you through the cold nights
My arms will always be open
to hold you very tight

My Love to you is not like the wind
that blows and soon goes away
My love to you is like the air
that surrounds you from everywhere

My life is like a candle in your hand
to light your life
When you are afraid of the darkness
And blows it off when you are safe
this candle will always light your way
Untill it melts away

Remember
that there is a heart that will beat
for you forever
Only you.. no one else