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.

I made a vow the many years ago
She was made my wife
I was made her life
She did all
Others couldn't show

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.

She is gentle
She's the pencil, that writes Good love upon this stained physique, she's rock and rolls momma, body not ending with any comma's, the wife of my ending age. The girl I
Remember, at 21, showing a young boy what it means to be
A man, to let go of rage.
She's my main stage.

Cool move
Collected in the maximum desk
Just below the nest
Where she layed her head,
**** complicated little woman.
She was mine in seventy six.

saw your shinning face
In the same old place
On that lonely day
When you go away
I wonder why
You always have to lie
When I'm still here
With my memory and fear
I feel a deep pain
Because I know you will never love me again
I still feel sad
I can give you all I had
I give you my heart and soul
I will be there If you call
I will give you my all
I don't know what to do
Or where shall i go
Where do i belong


Old write when me and wife had bad time in past

Living poetry
Poetry living
Going to make
This Christmas
Just like
Thanksgiving.
Goodies baked,
Guitar jammin'
Being the ship
Of my house
The captain.

A shrine to
Rock and roll
I'll make the guitar shiver
In it's clerical mode,

Rocking
And a rolling
While the crowd is show boating.

Mississippi, let the good times ramble
Biloxi, and Jackson
Flag raised high
Passion,
Tupelo rocking and roar
Hattiesburg for a show tonight
With my wife
My girl

Lost another friend due to his uncaring way's. In other word's the voice was unheard when
He gurgled in alcohol, a man gone, his mind lost. A dad lost, someone's son lost. For what cost?
A liver shot,
A wife lost,
His goods
Bought.
His home sold
His life was gold
Now it's dirt
Looking at his family
Beyond the dirt.
Yes I'm hurt
A little bit mad
He sold himself
For a glass bottle
And a paper bag.
Some say sad, he could have changed.
While everyone else sips on their expensive
Chardonnay. So will we fix, and turn our way's
Or sink in deep in sleep side shade.

Master at his guitar
Rocking rod
A band of stars
David Bowie
Taking mars
Planet red
The dead and the doors
Fixated on the Chevy
The year was sixty eight
Lolo and I
Just kids on their way.
I always played for her
Jammed downtown and fifty first, and 26th
Fifth avenue
We kissed blank stare decency
Though not decent for our moms and dads.
We did the best with what we got
We had the best of sixty eight.

I went to the place
That looked like Shawshank
The old hallways were a boor
Yet strangeness still remains
Sink's got clogged up
The bathrooms
Fifty years or so
The movie section was odd
I felt the distant show's
But I had to get back
Home
Where all is safe and warm
I went to the old
Shawshank
Where society still
Mourns

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

Little baby spiders crawling on my skin
I was the *******
I had let them in

Take a number, hey pick a chair. Choose the way. You get up
There. Stardom slams, the youngest of heirs. Stardom slay's,
Hey stardom betrays. Stardoms a nail making your coffin
With the grave.

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.

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!

My rock and roll lines
Indicate my mind and body
Are in direct motion
With one
Another
Playing on
In depth
Surrender.

My hands go over her body
Like soap with the suds
Daddy's coming home baby
Be ready, fed, dressed, and good.
Do I want to, will we? Should?
All the shoulds in the world
Undressed my baby girl, on a
Melodic string I hold her heart
As she susurrates more of the good
Stuff baby.

Magnitude of apple eyed kids
Trying to recreate the music on which I grew up with
Love them for it.
But nobody
Nobody can recreate
The music of my generation
Ta ta talking about my generation.

In the mayday of setting capture
My love and I forever after
We have been now for ten long year's
My wife and honey
My tender dear.

If I could flip back
The years I have lost
If I could return
To my mom and dad's cost.
The cost of their life
To give me my food
Us as young kids are to busy,
Seeking self-evident childhood truths.
If I could, I'd tell mom and dad one last goodbye
I found out the secret to living
When mom and dad died.
But dad did always tell me
Son, when your years get golden
You gain more Grey's, that means a sign of wisdom
So don't be afraid to be outspoken.
Dad was right
The more controversial the topic, the more golden are word's.
Thanks pop,
These words now to many will be heard!

I took an oath to my wife
I will keep that oath
Til the day I die
When she is sad
Or when we die
I'll still be the
Good husband
At her side.

Today is the hour and time of the poet and poetess mind
Make the poet shine and let their line be the time
On the watch hands sublime. Today is the hour and time
Get inside a poet's mind. Rock and roll for the poets own.
Today is the hour
And time!

I held my wife's hand
The year was '86
Reagan was the president
We jammed.
To the rolling stones and styx.
We made love just below the stars,
The stages were all jumping.
Locking chest to chest
A bird in nest
Making eggs from something pumping.
My heart.
It created the shell, that our children have broken from
My kids are growing older
My poetry is silence mum's.
But now no more mum's the word
I'll rock it out on paper.
Getting older I look at the past
And go back to a time I savor.
86, the year of flicks
And times magazine.
86' wish you didint go quick,
At least I met my dream.
She made love to me
Under the stars we made.
Created kids from our birdie shell's.
Now I'm relaxed, retired.
Payed. Now I savor you
86', reminiscing the good old days.

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.

Open, honest, raw. Jolly to be spread, music in head's of children in cement halls.
Beer drinkers will brawl, puke will fill cold stalls.
Christmas season comes, some make it a joke. Some light cigarettes, some make recompense, some kiss under the mistletoe, some lights will shine, while the season of the divine comes and goes, as in this coming season means a new season. For me of rock n roll.

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.

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.

I was edgy
On edge
On her bed.
Losing my head,
Feeling dread
Lost instead.
She leaned in
Showed me sin
Passed a note
I smile, nod, grin.
Seventy-six,
A year to quick
She had me
I slipped.
Got high with the coolies
Rock and rolled
Forgetting me
And my wife's
Late night movie.
Met her back
At her up stairs pad.
Had her then
Still have her now.
And still I'm at her place
I got her hooked
From my jamming
With strings, and my ring
She's my honey bunches honey bee.
This is my reminiscence
For my sugary dream.

I know I'm getting older
Walking around
Talking to myself
Now saying
Those were the days.

Crazy does
What crazies will
Crazies live
On crazy fill.
Crazies need
Their crazy pills
Rock and roll
Will be my thrill.

I'm not a title
I'm a man
Little more pricey than some title

I was taken back to the age of twenty one
Just a few minutes ago, thinking
I was the son of a madman alcoholic who seemed to know only what living was while drunkened to his stupor. But I loved my dad despite his way's of binging and not coming back for week's.
Dad again to you I wish I could speak.

To my wife of ten long beautiful years
We've dug the dirt
And shed some tears
But me and her have overcome fears
When I can spend hundreds more years
Just being with the woman of my plans
She's made me see
And made me be
A far and yet way better better man

Homemade wine, cherry pie, the earth below my feet, my wife with me to meet .
A bottled glass to sleep, in her arm's I'll keep.
Round and round we go
Dancing throughout the night's air.
Sensual satisfaction, to touch the moon we dare

I left myself for a brief good few hours
Whether it was the mescaline, or the quaaludes
All I know is my now wife, smelled as tropical beaches and
Fresh picked flower's.

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.

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

From the innocent time of twenty one
All the way now over the fifty mark!
I've realized,
Fifty plus, just enough
Perfect timing
Age stay's defining.
The moment's
The grand kids
The hellos
Goodbye's
The life's that we live
Every last second is surely a choice
By which we must
Make the right choice
With our Hubby's
It's only us who matter
Our voice.

To the levy
It broke a flood
Down the draft
Of brotherhood
Slip the mic, ****
In the gut. Drive them mad rock and roll dad.
To the levy Jam the strings
Play and do your musical thing.
Ring the guitars, screech the whammer
Just call me kid Rock and rollin wammer jammer

This rock and roll analogy like liquor
The bang hits with a bust
But the drums go quicker
WAMMER JAMMER

Safety sits
On our lovers chest
I dive in deep
And make a nest.
How warm and ***** it feel's.

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

There once was a rocker
His name was the doctor
He played like no other
He learned from his dad
He jammed down for his mother,
He stringed like a crazy man
He joined the military
He rocked out troops
And even foreign lands.
He in the middle of the fighting would bring
His guitar to the war,for the princes and kings.
He was shot with his 1964 guitar strung about his shoulder.
The middle easterners buried him, where there's water flowing
From boulders, he never gets older he continues to play peace
Loving tunes from beyond the grave.
You can still hear him wailing, that 12 stringed guitar
Throughout all 50 states.
They stopped the war, directly after his death.
Because his sound he strung, was beautifully hung
Upon the flag he sung.
'War no more' rock and roll's doctor addressed.

We make erudition
We have intellect
We are not led
We lead
We direct.

We are witty
We are quick
We are tipsy
With write's of hit and miss.

We are poets
We are men and women
We are different
We are atypical character's of habit

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.

We go into sabotage

When there's no cabotage
One day were going to be whacked by others in camouflage.

Or some internal/external force. The age is up, no time left for remorse. There is the road to sweet and flavored penitence, or there is another path, a more bloodshed innocence.

No more remembrance in the near dearest future, though our acts won't come together, were *******, we've knifed back open our own
Sutures.

The newspaper heralds in what the public denies, the paper with its war photos, Tell's truth that can't lie. Though broadcasting puts out, only what they are told, their not fooling me, I'm not dumb

Just old.

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.