The bartender a europa server leaves me a shot of liquid propane.
He moves past every silver dollar forgetting about the meaning
of whskey and bull dogs.
I watch cody a young university of washington student sneek In a  can of raineer beer (if he really  goes there) ill never ask him.
             This is how lastcall always takes place:  a drunken masqerader our friend johnny
Drops his wallet and kills a shot of jager.  ( are we drunk enouph yet)
I order a taco and gain three hundread pounds tonight.
Master of the pitchers.  He still dreams of being a physical thearpist ( he failed trying to take over for Dyrile). His new tall order of a job makes my anticipated buzz weaker.  
Im tired of these long dresses opening up and spilling all over the dance floor ( the dj warned her not to)
Our ladies still mention bach.  Inside of her purse hides a mystery knovel.
Tueday means a victory at home.  Every player utters pride of being a regular.
We sink the black eight ball knowing the bouncer gets in the way of ourdrunk enemies  ( a red head)
He charges like arhino.  Hes a animal without areason to ****.  But the bouncer prevents his six year jail sentence from ever happening.  Bexause were all forgiven like helpless bar rags trying to dry out before the mold and mildew
contaminate our ******* stories.  We all speak easily after the brooklyn dodgers turn every blue and white hat around the five head.

He wont show us how the airforce cut his hair.  Every one of his is angry patrons drink until the switch flickers the message ( crawl home bfore the cops fish with dynamite) in the ruston pqarking lot. (Searching for fake DW'S)  each of themshine a britemaglite until the last car disapears still swerving like a skunk ptetending to hide in the storm gutters.

It started on an unknown island, between Malaysia and Indonesia.

Not ever seen by rador nor satellite nor man. Ten miles long and three

miles wide. A world of it's own, with riches so bright. A strange place of

creatures not real to this world, nothing ever seen but it is very real. A

place ran by aliens, high tech in speed. Things we couldn't dream of,

things we can't see. A second plane just disappeared, that we know of

today. I know these things because I work for the government. It's land of

it's own in time and space. With government knowledge and help from the

two planes. They manipulate there minds from a drug that's real. With the

aliens minds and the governments control there building things that we

will never know.  A ship that can travel in light years and a light that kills.

It leaves no damage, and let's time stand still. There's no death or

poverty in this world, there no world hunger or sickness or hell. There's

only illusions of peace in this world. How can this be, how can this

happen. Just close your eyes and one day it will happen

The moon hangs, like the main decoration on a very eerie christmas tree, gloomily in the night sky.
Its gentle glow illuminates the world which is otherwise consumed in darkness.
The giant orb, plump like a ripe fruit-
yet glazed over with a chilling moss, inches higher and higher through the starry Milkyway.
When the clock strikes twelve it reaches summit and stops - as if basking in its own awe.
Gently, ever gently the music of the moon wafts through its carressing waves of moonshine - which hug the world below...and in the light of the full moon the fairies seem to dance and glow.
Their tunes and merriment are in celebration of the magic of dreams and fantasy in the air;
But suddenly it's not there anymore, and terror strikes the fairyfolk as they are abandoned in pitch black -
The moon has disappeared.
A candiflossed cloud eclipses the globe and steals the magic from the world.
But soon the moon is free from its disguise and the merriment continues.
Late into the night, when the goddess has long since begun her decent, like a silver'd over balloon, deflating - ever so slowly.
The fairies go back to their flowers and trees, go back to sleep and the world begins to lose its magic again...the soft symphony starts to die, in a slow pianissimo.
And just as she disapears, and sinks into the horizon, just as the dawn approaches, the world is engulfed in a deafening silence - in anticipation.
And as if the interval had gone on for hours, the sky bursts out into a carcophany of trumpets, and orchestra;
a crescendo jubilation as Apollo then edges into existence.
He brings a new kind of magic;
The magic of life.
All this I see, all this I hear when I play my sonata.
I feel the softness of the moon.
I feel the magic as I dance across the keys.
I see the world in a different light, through the music notes sketched into my mind.
And then as the night dies, I experience the rebirth of a new day, through the rise and fall of my melody -  
All in the span of just a few minutes and then its gone, all gone -
And I am left starring, alone at the blank pages.

I have a box
A nice cozy box
I try to make my way to the
But...I never make it
Out

That doesn’t matter
It’s still fun to try
To push my limits

But


Still in never out
I won’t go out
I. Can push
But I. Cannot
Go out

Because it’s warm and cozy in this box
I know what I can do,
I know,
The extent of my abilities

Why should,
I push through?

You’ll be regretting those words,
One day
She tells me

I don’t care


Fine,
But what if
Your protected world
Just
Disappears







Drip




Drop













Drip









...

sitting in circles
on broken lawn chairs
and cold steps
these circles were always broken
with missing pieces and broken hearts
held together with nicotine and drunken laughter

the smoke rises and disapears
fragments of friendships ending
the circle of that fades
which was the feeling

the nicotine in our blood
mixed with ***** and beer
we lost the ball again
better go buy a new one
unlimited
everything

night buses mixed with smoke and *****
city lights that gaze down on lonely mornings
the summer never lasts long

our circles fade
the chairs break
the steps get wet
the hearts mend and friendships last
but where does that smoke go

I hold my pillow, grab it's ***
pretend it's you.  But, I'm in Forever
The time in between with you.  It's
hard as ever waiting, craving for more
you.  Hop on my pistol girl 'cause I've
got shots for you.  I was crazy,
very crazy to just sit there and not
move.  Or, was I dreaming.  How could
I be good enough for you.  I'm just
a dreamer but, i beat Everest
Don't dream that one dream 'cause
even cheaters pay for that and losers
stay there forever for free.  Just free me
from my misery or add to it my sea
All the pain and agony dissolves
when you are near me.  The emptiness,
it disapears even memories of pain.
So come on back and pick me up I'll
give it back with you again.

A heart can be fragile and broken on command
Like a delicate snowflake landing in your hand
It melts and disapears
Never again to re-appear

.. the same way again

That look,
Her smile,
Hipnotised, im being drawn in.
That touch,
The sound of her voice,
Breathless,im going under.
That kiss,
Her eyes,
Captivated, im lost in your charm.
That moment,
Those memories,
I close my eyes,
Her breath on my neck.
My teeth clench,
Body fully tense,
Point of no return,
I quietly find release.
Eyes slowly open,
She disapears,
Heart sinks,
Throat tightens,
I remembered your gone and realised it was all just a dream.

That look,
Her smile,
Hipnotised, im being drawn in.
That touch,
The sound of her voice,
Breathless,im going under.
That kiss,
Her eyes,
Captivated, im lost in your charm.
That moment,
Those memories,
I close my eyes,
Her breath on my neck.
My teeth clench,
Body fully tense,
Point of no return,
I quietly find release.
Eyes slowly open,
She disapears,
Heart sinks,
Throat tightens,
I remembered your gone and realised it was all just a dream.

Let us chase the sunset
Before the sun disapears
Sit by the beach on the bench
Your hand in mine my dear

Let us watch the moon rise
Bright in the sky so dark
Stars twinkling like diamonds
Flickering on waters black

Our moments together are brief
Precious time keeps running away
Soon you will have to leave
Till we meet another day

This parting is so hard my love
And patience is a virtue
Unlike the moon and sun above
We will be together soon

❤ I love you L. ❤

I'm sorry
the words ran out her mouth as fluid as the blood from her wrist
Dont hurt me
But it always ends the same
he comes home
screams
laughs like its a game
please
he just smiles more
she wonders what her life is for
I love you
he picks  her up
hugs her so tight her lungs start to shut
he slowly brings her feet back to the ground
he whispers in her hair
I love you to *
he smiles and she forgets what just happens in the living room
and disapears into the feeling of joy she gets from coming near his skin




they move on
they fall in love all over again
she smiles  becuase he has he wired
to follow him until shes dead
*I will love you to the end

The Magical  garden of life

I stand around  and look  at a far distant  land  of  mystery with   desire and walk towards a gate  overlooking the  hills  high  into the summer sky above my shoulders. A lady appears and calls me gestures to me   with  her hand  drawing me closer  to the gate of mystery and suprise l follow her  through this golden coloured  gate which reaches high into  the summer sky  and find a land of beauty enchated forest   with rivers flowing  down a step  passage and flowers and light  grows everywhere.
The lady stands and looks at me  her posture look strange  like a ghost like figure wearing  clothing from  the past of yesteryear. I reach out to touch her hand  and my hand passes through her body   and she  smiles  at me  and  slowly turns towards  a wall near the the garden entrance   and  disapears  from my sight like the ghost of despair  and into a distant new land . I turn round and walk back  into the beauty of this  new found garden  forest  and  wash my eyes with  the water dripping down from the waterfall behind me .

I suddeny feel a sharp  nudge  in the corner of my back  and  l slowly turn around  with fear in my body and   the  tears of sweat  pour  into my eyes the ghost lady has  come  back into my path   she  stands over me  holding her outstreched hands   protecting me   in this beautiful garden of  pleasure.  I stand a gaze at the  magnificent  land  and   relax my  body  because l have found the  true  passion of life a beauty  lost  to life  and a dream l never thought l would  find.

written and produced by wayne mockler
copyright  ownership wayne mockler

"Where" is any junction
Of two spaces,
Two parallels in the common infinite,
Finally touching,
The realization that all extremes meet themselves
Like the skin-envelopment of a body:
Everything closes in themsleves
Inside something bigger.
There is nothing analytical in it,
But two curious eyes
Dissolving what t sees
To avoid the certainties
Of this hard, impassable world.

All movement is a rearrange,
A fugue or search for balance,
But never indifferent.
There are potentials everywhere
And there is just where we get the discomfort,
That thing that puts us in movement,
That air mass that occupies
What just a moment before was my body.

All that transforms
Leaves behind
Traces of the irreversible,
The dust that no longer will be soil,
The cracks that no longer will be building,
The explosion that no longer will be bomb.

All encloses in the extremes.
The coldest cold, absolute,
Lean lightly absolute hotness,
And the dichotomy disapears,
Everything ends up in a circle
And what once took far
Can only lead to the starting point.

The farther we can go
Is the exact place we are.

YOUR SANITY
When saddness  clutches your heart
and your mind knows not were to start
when every sound and touch evades
look into my eyes,I'll be your sanity
remade

If dispair brings fear and many tears
your search for truth only disapears
when every sound and touch evades
look into my eyes, I'll be your sanity
remade

Your eyes watch what your words say
to others, yet keep them at bay
you wonder if your in this life to stay
look into my eyes, I'll be your sanity
remade

The newness of the morns chattering birds
start a new beginning, melts away the hurts
hope is always in you, it never goes away
look into my eyes, I'll be your sanity
remade

It's something real, yet intangible;
something no one could ever touch
while everyone could surely see and feel.

We feel it like breeze,
we see it like bubbles.
For a moment it was there,
and then in a blink it was gone.

I hope that
when it touches you,
you embrace it so tight.
So tight before it disapears;

And when you see it,
I hope that you won't miss
to cherish it-
to look at it,
to memorize its corners,
to hear how it sounds like,
to appreciate how it looks like
before it vanishes.

For this precious thing
comes in a form different
to what it'll be
when it comes back.

You'd only meet
one of its many faces
once.

So please...
when it's there in front of you,
feel it.
Just FEEL IT.