the left wing party
fights,

actually fights
for the right
to barbarically;

mutilate,
slaughter,
dismember and
******
innocent babies
by the thousands
every day in this country

only people led by satan ******
innocent babies

only cowards led by satan ******
innocent babies

a party led by satan will never get my vote

cowards led by satan will never get my vote

satan fills the air waves,
tries to invade your mind through those
left wing mainstream media propaganda machine stations like cnn and msnbc

turn them off

say no to satan

they only aspire to weaken the Christian community... ..

weaken faith.

we have Jesus,
we will always win!

Time.
Time has taken away so many things in this life but what is its greatest theft?

It has already stolen away the inhales and the exhales that I have left.

It has taken away the lives of some that I wasn't ready  to lose.

It has stolen away my childhood and certainly the days of my youth.

It has taken away my peace and quiet and left me with chaos inside my head.

It has stolen away the words I wake up sweating and mumbling in my bed.

I won't allow it to take my freedom because when I am free that's when I am really me.

And when I am really me is when my heart, my spirt and my soul smile so beamingly.

I like when I feel a smile on my lips instead of my usual frown.

Time is what we make of it for ourselves, and before the sands of time have all run down...

I won't let time to steal away, my alone time that I crave and have rightly earned.

In my truck all by myself just looking around through eyes of so much learned.

Time,

if you take me away,
you take my breath and steal from me the alone time that I seek?

As I fade away,
my tears will be plenty that stream unrelenting down my cheeks.

let's talk, shall we?

look, i know that you think of me just as i,
think about you.

avoidance is a game of procrastination,
of the inevitable.

i get it, i get that people's feelings need to be spared or how ***** you think that you might feel, because of other's feelings.

but, think about you for a moment.

think about how a full moon meets a horizon of glass top water.

think, think about the lunar waves that occur during such an encounter?

think about fulfillment and becoming one at long last with what makes you a woman.

procrastination only leaves the hungry to starve.

you, your womanly needs
and both sets of lips,
would be better served to remember that.

i mean, let us be real, let's be real now!

everyone
    wants
      to
         leave
           footprints
             that
                last.

i'd
   rather
     leave
       footprints
         that
            are
               worth
                  following.

writing is lonely[...]

but most of the time you are in a room by yourself, you know

writers spend more time in rooms, staying awake in quiet rooms, than they do hunting lions in africa

so, it's a bad life for a person because it's so lonely and because it consists of such highs and lows, and there's not always anywhere to take these emotional states [...]

it's a life that's tough to sustain without falling prey to some kind of beguiling diversion that's not good for you

contrary to a generally held view, poetry is a very powerful tool because ....poetry is the conscience of a society [...]

no individual poem can stop a war — that's what diplomacy is supposed to do

but poetry is an independent ambassador for conscience:

it answers to no one, it crosses borders without a passport, and it speaks the truth

that's why ... it is one of the most beautiful and powerful of the arts

words,

    spoken or written,

parchment silent

      or

****** heard

       they are like confetti

at a year end celebration

         they are like rain

and thunderstorm saturation.

         words are...

food that feed my emotions,

         words are...

soothing like the silkiest
of lotions

        they are dreams that

come to life

         they are weapons that

cut deep like a knife

         select your words with

thoughtfulness and care,

        and spill them all out

like a poet whoms heart is always there...
             bare....
             and dares,

to be rare

My love, I adore when your jeweled eyes
captivate every fiber of my being

When your perfect lips whisper words that only I can hear from miles away

When your slightest touch brings me to volcanic eruptions with lava overflowing

My love, you are a steady stream of sweaty summer nights that I hoped would never end

You are ...my love

You are my sunrise
You are my sunset

You are the sparkle that lives inside my eyes

I look up at the tall magnificent tree that stands before me.

Some limbs freshly cut.
Smooth is its yellowish tan interior.

Standing there in that moment, in the icy cold of winter's grasp.

Staring at that fresh cut limb with my German Shepherd, Sabre in tow.

I went back in my mind, into my memories.

I wasn't standing in the icy air of winter any longer.

But rather, staring at that fresh cut limb, it brought me back to the smell of burning wood and a bonfire during an already late July's sultry summer's night.

If not for memories like these?

I may have felt the cold of the February air but, I didn't.

Instead, my memory, my imagination brought me back to an aroma of barbecue, burning wood and friends and family.

With memories.
I can take myself any place and any where at any time.

It's just then that I think.....what a magnificent gift our mind and our memories are when utilized the way that God intended.

Like moon drenched waves that crash together as one at sea

Our depth and longing to unite is fresh as paradise's breeze

We knock upon each others heart like sands on the shoreline

Please don't drift away with the next moment's tide

Paradise only exists when your lips are pressed against mine

My lonely nights have only ever needed you

I only want to share my thoughts, my dreams with you it's true

Almost paradise is dreams that somehow don't belong to me

Almost paradise is your body only given to me in a one night fantasy

Paradise is when I the sun, and you the horizon come together and forever form we

conglomerate of nothingness

gutters filled with leaves hold more life

wet desolate glare filled onyx streets

homeless Vet still fights a fight

fatcat politicians
dining on lies and the steak dinner they keep from the soldier that fought for their very own freedom

conspiracy theories

senseless violence

crime scene yellow ribbon
outside it,
the people ogle its truly sad normality

flashing red and blue lights

the sirens are coldly - eerily redundant

screams and gunshots are common place

another coroners car is full

her jade eyes
her brunette hair
her savage tan

her curves defy
her shapely pear
her totality makes my manhood stand

when it's hot
eat a root beer
popsicle

shut off the ac
and roll the
windows down

let that
summer sun shine...