A hundred thousand miles
were written on his face
He'd earned near every wrinkle
Did this cowboy known as "Jace"
He'd ridden cross the country
From Death Valley up to Maine
In weather full of sunshine
To the roughest hurricane
He owned two pair of Levis
One for workin', one for church
To know how long he'd been here
You'd really have to search
"Jace" was born in Kansas
In the spring of fifty one
His parents were both teachers
And he was their only son
Kansas was a "free" state
One where slaves were free men too
Where the soldiers were militia men
Who served in Union Blue
The fighting up in Kansas
started before the civil war
They were fighting over slavery
For many years before
The first call up was in summer
Back in June of sixty one
Jace's father got his papers
And he left his wife and son
The First Kansas Regiment
Were a proud and fearsome lot
They were a tougher foe to battle
Than the South had at first thought
"Jace's" father was a Captain
In fact he had his own brigade
And he was a decorated soldier
For his dues,  this man had paid
In October of sixty four
He was riding his horse "Sleek"
When we was killed by a "grey" ******
At The Battle of Marmiton Creek
The news got home directly
"Jace" and Mother quickly left
They boarded up the house
And then, they headed for the west
With no father to guide him
Jace became the man at home
He didn't like to settle
And he would much rather roam
His mother passed...consumption
Jace was only seventeen
He was not one for mourning
If you know just what I mean
He needed work to get some cash
He left school....and could ride
And he always had his rifle
Just hanging by his side
He could shoot better than older men
And he could ride just like the wind
And even at this early age
He was leathery of skin
Jace joined in a cattle drive
Moving eastward from the west
He didn't take much time to prove
He was equal to the test
Roping, branding, riding herd
Jace was comfortable as hell
But, he rarely ever said a word
Jace would hardly ever yell
He would eat off from the main group
Always watching, keeping post
He would have his own small fire
The men would call him "ghost"
He never settled down at all
Just rode from west to east
Then turning round he'd return home
His palms had now been greased
He didn't spend much money
He kept it in a bank back home
He had a spread in Austin
And he ..yep, lived there all alone
Each time he'd run a herd across
The country he would buy
Some more land in the area
Or at least, most times he'd try
He had a man named Sancho
Worked the ranch and kept it up
and a young lad known as Felize
Followed Sancho like a pup
Jace would come and clean his rig
Never staying past a week
Then he'd be back out on the trail again
On his second horse...still "Sleek"
His jeans were crusted over
Clay and mud from all the drives
There was more age in this mans jeans
Than most cats did have lives
He beat them with a broom at home
Never ever washed them clean
He said by looking at the dirt on here
I know exactly where I've been
A grizzled old range  cowboy
With a skin as tough as hide
He was never home for very long
Always waiting for the ride
In Austin his ranch was just huge
14 thousand acres square
But, what good was a ranch that big
When he was never there
"Land is something stable"
"They can never make more land"
"But as for cold cash money"
"It's not worth a field of sand"
He died while home in Austin
Nineteen hundred twenty nine
The market crashed around him
But he said, "All this is mine"
They took him back to Kansas
To be buried at his start
He was buried near his father
And his mom, god bless her heart
He gave his land to Sanche
and gave some to Felize too
They kept it up for him so long
It was the least that he could do
He was the image of a cowboy
A loner, sagebrush in his soul
But in the end , it was family
For that's what kept him whole.

sometimes I don't like being a loner
but I guess its better than being a stoner
I am caught in mellow drama
kids these days hooked on marijuana
I will not smoke *** with you
but I will read you pride and prejudice
I like my books better than oxycontin
My Clarry and Jace more than your straight ***** and chase  
I like books more than people
reading is my choice drug
while yours starts bringing you down
on your addiction is frowned
mine is making me looked up to
yes I am a loner
my walls build from Stephen kings
my heads not clouded with weirs the ****
no I guess I am not a stoner
but fictional people are better than real ones
I wont **** for a too finger bag
but touch my paper back and ill have your ***

In my thoughts,
And in my dreams,
I am there with you.

Your arms are wrapped around me.

Your warmth,
And my warmth,
Becomes our warmth.

And In your arms I feel safe.

Your warmth,
It penetrates the darkest parts of me,
And brings in the light,
Filling the wounds of my heart.

I took this job down at the Corinth Mint
after my marriage went on the skids,
I was bored at home on the DPB*
and I was sick of those two **** kids.

Jace shot through with this ***** called Glauce,
her name brings to mind an eye disease,
and her old man wants us out of Corinth
even though I got down on my knees.

I feel like the serpent who was Golden Fleeced
when Jason slipped the snake oil past it,
but, since I've been working at the Mint,
I can spot a twenty-four carat *******.

Lying in a casket six feet under
You look so calm and serene
I see the lightning and hear the thunder
Are you in some peaceful dream?
Friends, relatives, everybody cried
Tears wouldn't fall even when I tried
I know you will get up and hold my hand
Because you had promised me a visit to disneyland

You had said "Do your homework, be a good boy,
I'll get you sweets and buy that toy".
I had actually wanted the expensive one
It was costly but was so much fun
I had tried to reach for it but you had caught my hand
And had  said "we are saving money for disneyland"

Pushes turned into shoves in school,
Joe called me poor and said I'm a fool.
You had offered to change school and I denied
But it had left me scared and paranoid.
Changing school would have been grand
But mom we were saving money for disneyland

They were carrying you to a white van
I could hear the shattering of our plan
You were laid on an uncomfortable bed
Your beautiful body was covered in red
They said he brutally stabbed you
Chances of your living were very few
You struggled to reach and cup my face
saying," Sorry, I hope you forgive me Jace"

Night has passed and day has come
Angels have lost and devil has won
I've been sitting here all the night long
Singing to you, your favorite beatles' song
Mommy, you see, it has started to rain
Wake up before I go insane
The loudness of your silence is terrifying
Call me stubborn, call me annoying

Suddenly the reality hit me hard
Blowing away my house of cards
I left graveyard my mind running wild
A boy snickered and called me pathetic orphan child
Sitting in the corner of my room I wept
For the promise that remained unkept .

These verses filled the void;
Contributions from 'round the world;
From men and women, young and old;
Creating something out of nothing.
A prosaic mosaic, a collaboration,
From HP poets, a celebration.

A blank line
Awaits my thoughts
A blank line
It’s an invitation
A blank line
Patiently empty
A blank line
It calls on creativity
A blank line [sic writerunblocked]

To comment on this I cannot resist
The daily poem takes a new twist
At the top slot a poem that's not
A poem that doesn't exist [sic. Martin]

For the life of me -
I cannot think the words -
refilling blanks, and slots -
not coming across, absurd -
at least, not in, so many, words [sic Temporal Fugue]

Farts are nothing,
but previews for ****,
just like most
Movie
trailers
at
the
theatre. [sic Hasani]

Please fill in is the Story of My Life The Invisible lines the Unseen pain I walk among the crowds but I am not there all they see is a shell when the truth of myself is withdrawn deep inside lost between the invisible lines [sic James M. Vines]

When at 12 midnight
And my heart beats a certain pace
I finally turn off the lights
As tears stream down my face [sic jace]

the vacuum
Empty yourself of
From...
What u retain
What u contain
What u detain
What u abstain

Draw the lines of...
Your Boundary
Your territory
Your trajectory
Your sanctuary

You....
Draw your lines of action
Define your confinement
Create your vaccum

And now....
The love flows in
The bliss moves in
The happiness gushes in [Jugnu-the-firefly]

THESE underscores from a your keyboard--
Bored-as-hell I can see
The creative act has been forced-in
This outsourced work, taking our
Outsourced words, during work-hours [sic Sean Murray]

Lines
Lines Blank call
like void of creation to birth.
They grab my attention
luring poet mind
to commence firing away.
It fires in blasts of gratitude,
jarring empty spaces of thoughts
Phases that have no connections
until pen touches paper
or fingers touch keyboard.
Until I shout out to another writer
named Francie who inspired
to fill the void.[sic Star BG]

i would have described my frustrations
what i expect from u
but i decide to keep my lips shut
its not what it seems
sometimes my lips cant depict my problems........ [sic Gucco]

It's a new year, yet are we, new people
although many others have been extinguished,
my star still shines and twinkles (although not as valiantly)
and so does yours
and I pray that it may twinkle,
for the longest time indeed. [sic sincere humble cowardly Song]

Words can be over-rated,
its the blank page that often inspires,
images tumbling over themselves,
waiting to be scribed by word-squires. [sic Pagan Paul]

Like this goose of a poem I'm holdin'
The deliberate silence of this is golden

Now don't be cheap
and don't be crass

hold your words until the last
without donkey ears your still being an a... [sic Green Trees]

The symmetry of her eyes collapsed into the void............
....sixteen teardrops spilled on the morning sky............
............Colorless and absurd............................
............the sunrise misplaces past happiness............
Future was you [sic Kyte]

Your poem is good but mine is better
You should feel the poem, writing doesn't matter [sic Daman Singh]

I do nothing
Others do it for me [sic Dennis Faulk]

To all the confusing things that roam my head and heart that I cannot read what it’s actually telling me. [sic Sara]

The eyes sees genuineness that mind yearns
The heart feels what it needs to learn,
Yet all is but God's ultimate plan!
Life amidst it's hustsles goes on and on. [sic Saumya]

Broken Chains
Free me,break these chains of *******
Chains that bound and confine me to rules
Shackles that control me against my will
Fetters that make me submit to emotions
Irons that make me less humane,free me
Till all that's left are broken chains. [sic Abi]

Feelings so fierce as they swarm inside
No escape as theyey spin and spin
I try to open a door
To let them out
At last, the page is blank [sic Lin]

light for sure
shy of ardor
less is more
why try harder? [Ian Woods]

And thus the blankness left,
And the void was filled.

Withered Old Man,with a Gnarled Old Stick
Seeks the Old Root Man, Mandrake for to Take
Sorrel and Wolfs Bane, Night Shade and Jace
He Scours the Woods for Potions to Make

His hunts through the caves, for Crystals so Clear
Lapis lazuli Azure Stone, Dug from Earth So Rare
Bones of Hart strung with Sinew and  Nuggets of Copper
Bones Carved with Ancient Signs and Wizardry

Wand of Willow, Feather of Owl,
In Darkest Night with Hooded Cowl
Arcane Language made to Howl
Calling Down the Soul, of the ******

With Enchantment the Soul is Sent
On Evil Missions So Hellbent
To Wither the crops and curse the Fowl
Of those in Hatred flesh embowled

T'is heard he moves as a Dark Shadow
Lending Fear to weakened Brow
A Pox upon your beating Heart
A knot within your Bowels

But many among the Land
See an old man with a Withered hand
Who hunts the woods and hills
Finding things to heal your Ills.....JMF 11/26/14

those around me want to be in a storybook,
full of fairies and magic and dragons
I do not want that type of storybook- I do not want to live in one either
I want my world to follow the plot of a novel, and it does
I do not want to leave- I want a heightened version of this
I would like to be someone's Alaska,
someone's Augustus Waters
someone's Jace, Will, or Sam,
I would like to be so enormously interesting that volumes could
be written on my eccentricities
I want you to record the first words I said to you
and I want you to notice the way I capitalize words
I would like you to value that I eat my Cheetos with a fork
and have a passion for driftwood
I want to say enlightening things but only once,
at two in the morning,
smoking a cigarette in a parking lot
I would like to be so comfortable with *** that you would never dare touch me
I would like to burn down the world and raise it up again
and know that it was never my fault and I could not have done it alone
I would like to have secret passions that I do not share,
use hobbies rather than partake in them
kiss lots of people, have a mysterious past
I would not like to be in a storybook and watch it happen around me
I would not like to be taken on an adventure
I would like to be the adventure, and make spiced the life
of those around me, be the character in the series of their lives
that, because there is no one even close to similar,
they cannot help but fall in love with.

I was born in December 2000 at 11:53 pm
Miss Congeniality came out that year
I still watch that movie
I’m 5’4.5”…on a really good day
I’m 133 pounds
I don’t know how to dance
And I’m a sucker for over-sugared, terrible coffee
Man, choking on sugar seems like the sweetest way to die!
I’m still learning how to be an adult
It’s difficult because I want my parents to constantly be there
But I get annoyed with them when they’re constantly there
I like Naked smoothies…. a lot
I’ve been told that I’m really bad at telling jokes
I’m bad at telling jokes because I go into too much detail
I’m bad at telling jokes because I still don't get them
I have a strange fascination with hugs
Ask my best friend, it’s true
I think it’s because you can’t see the other person’s face when you hug them
So what if that hug means something else you don't even know about?
I’m clumsy
Yesterday, I tripped over my brain, landed on my heart, and it shattered like a broken phone against the pavement
I'm afraid of writing an obituary
Maybe because I wonder if it's going to be written by me for me
I'm sure this sounds weird but I wonder what my laptop say about me when I’m not around
I wonder what the Word documents would say if they could read what I’ve written on their skin
I wonder what my pens would say,
If they knew,
If they knew that I use them,
To pour out my heart and soul on to something that can never actually love me back
Hi
My name is Jace
It’s a name my best friend gave me
I enjoy snuggling, singing and crying until I’m smiling again
But I don’t let my guard down as often as I should
I have solar power compassion
And a battery operated smile
My hobbies include:
Faking my confidence to my friends,
Hiding behind a past that doesn’t define me,
And trying to convince my smile that it's not fake

Born

When Nate was born,
My heart began to beat.
When Brandon was born,
I took my first breath.
When Jace was born,
My spirit awoke.

L. Mack
2/15/10

There he is! Celeste thought. He's been hiding from me again. But Carlo says he likes me! That's why he hides. He likes me & doesn't want to show it. Well. I want him to show it. I need him to! I need him! But what if Carlo has misjudged? Or, worse, if he's lying? Oh, no! Please don't let that be the case! I'll die...

Jase felt Celeste's eyes on him. He turned quickly and caught the girl standing there. Her long white stretch cotton dress was backlit & she wore no slip. Thus the shadows of her long legs were visible. It was as if the gods played a game... how far can Jace be pushed before he snaps? The wind was in on the conspiracy. It gusted against the front of the dress, pressing into the lush place between her thighs. Oh, God, he thought. Not now, of all times! No. It wasn't the gods tempting him. It was the very devil!

"Alright... you caught me!" Celeste said with a nervous laugh. "I'm "busted" as Carlo would say." Her bangs blew back from her forehead, revealing her more mature heart shaped face. She drew her breath in, ******* up every ounce of courage she owned and the rest came out in a gust, "Carlo taught me how to kiss. I want to know if I'm doing it correctly. Will you tell me?"

Jason Alexander was caught off guard. He was dumbfounded.
"WHAT??!!!" Alex had heard some things come from the lips of this child, but he was completely unprepared for this one!! "He did WHAT??!! AND NO!!! You let him kiss you?? You know better than that!!"

That's when he saw how much courage it took for her to ask... and how her lips were slightly swollen. Bruised with passion.  Uh, oh. That little ****** really had kissed her! Her face crumbled like paper & she began to sob.

"Celeste. I'm sorry... c'mon." He walked over to her slowly and put his hand on her shoulder. She shrugged herself away from him, forcing him to take both of her shoulders and hold her firmly.

"My dear girl. He shouldn't have done that. I told you before. He might be 12 years old chronologically,  but he's going on 40, and he's in love with you. More fiercely than any man twice his age. You must be careful! Did he... um... did he French kiss you? Do you know what that means?"

"NONE of your BUSINESS, NOW!!" The girl-woman practically shouted it.

Jace shushed her... "Look! Be quiet! This is a very sensitive, private conversation we're having, and we don't need ears, much less eyes!

Her whole mein changed. He wants privacy does he? Wants things secretive? Well. I'll give him a secret to keep.

"Don't you want to know how he kissed me? What he did? I'll tell you. Actually this will be a lesson for show-and-tell...

Celeste stepped forward into him, put his face between her hands and gave him a strong, deep kiss...

At first he went to push her away, but his lust got the better of him. He found himself winding his arms around her warm, slender body and kissing her back!

Her tongue pressed into his lips. He opened up his mouth to try to say something... anything! Deftly her warm little tongue flicked into his mouth,  and she ran it deliciously over the sensitive gums above the back of his teeth. He practically shivered. His desire was mounting, and he had to do something. Fast.

Again he took her by her shoulders and dragged her off of him.

He looked at her with undisguised desire. they sure didn't make 15-year-olds like you back when I was growing up.  I'd have gotten better grades..."

Celeste smiled. No. She *grinned!! :You do like me!! Just like Carlo said!! She went to kiss him again,  but he took her wrists and pushed her back, turned on his heel, and stalked away. Quickly. Before he changed his mind.

That wantonness *had to be nipped in the bud. He knew just how he'd do it, too. So. You like to kiss girl-child? I'll give you a kiss you'll *never forget...

.surprisingly, poached cauliflower tastes so **** good in between pouring drinks... with a little bit of dill... well when you're drinking, and haven't eaten anything prior, other than about six cinnamon biscuits, makes sense to make an interlude with vegetables to fill you up, rather than settling on a meat, or a carbohydrate... the seagull effect... filled stomach, with a low calorie count, before ms. amber fits the spot.

eureka! i found it, the old jukebox
that was once the youtube of
the 00s...
              and early 1-zeros...
**** right i'm proud,
   i had to fiddle the algorithm
a bit, but i managed to return
to early jukebox formality...
all it took was listening to a few
pop songs and other familiar
cross-genre songs...

it began with
uncle acid & the deadbeats'
song dead eyes of London...
the whole trick is in how far
the suggestions extend...
       obviously the first suggestions
look like this:

         now that we're dead - metallica,
  U2 - hold me, thrill me, kiss me, **** me
joan jett & the blackhearts - i hate myself
                                                  for loving you
lady gaga - alejandro
                 bon jovi - blaze of glory
   the prodigy - one man army
                     roxette - she got the look
megadeth - symphony of destruction
   the jimi hendrix experience -
            all along the watchtower...
a jordan peterson video... what the ****?!
ke$ha - die young
   **** - blue monday....
etc.
  
but then you scroll down,
and find what youtube used to look like
as the prime jukebox...
bands like:
w.a.s.p. (wild child)
   ****** jesus (i am the mountain)
spiderbait (black betty)
   pat benatar (love is a batterfield)
    jace everett (bad things)
    king dude (pagan eyes over german skies)
ghoultown (drink with the living dead)
all them witches (the marriage of coyote women)
halestorm (do not disturb)
the pretty reckless (take me down)
with (seer)
                  death (you're a prisoner)
1000mods (electric carve)
red fang (wire)
        lucifer (izrael)
   beastmaker (evil one)
   boys noize (1010)
   church of the cosmic skull (evil  in
your eyes)
     sleep (giza butler)
   the flying hat band (lost time)
kadavar (die baby die)
    valley of the sun (the sayings of the seers)
hexvessel (teeth of the mountain)
   hallas (astral seer)
  jess and the ancient ones (S/T, full album)
high on fire (electric messiah, full album)
elephant tree (elephant tree, full album)
    acid mothers temple & the cosmic...
                      (take me to the universe)
acid king (middle of nowhere, center of
                   everywhere, full album)
radio moscow (magical dirt, full album)
    borracho (atacama, full album)
               fu manchu (daredevil, full album)
somali yacht club (the sun, full album)
elder (reflections of a floating world, full album)

i think that's a decent diet...
well... not that i've listened to any of these,
yet...
but given how the jukebox is
behaving, i thought i'd write out all the new
suggestions and return to them
in the search...
                          OM i already know...
but ****...
    it took me so long to penetrate
this new ****** algorithm to find
the old thesaurus selection search result...
i mean... this new algorithm
has no notion of the synonym...
all it fires is...
   a miser variation of...
     it's not exactly antonym either.

i hope this selections helps you
                in penetrating this new algorithm
to find new music...
      it's wide enough...
apart from OM... all these bands are:
i was born yesterday new.

Celeste turned her face to find Jace staring into it with an intensity that frightened her.

You're supposed to be looking at the stars, she said in a soft, tremulous voice

I am.

What do you mean? She asked, nonplussed.

His eyes made a journey 'round her face, lingering on her lower lip, then settled with a passionate firmness upon her eyes.

You still have no idea how beautiful you are, do you. How rare. How much a man would give to be your first. Your last...

She turned her face away from him. I know. $139 billion is a great incentive

He too her chin almost roughly in his grip and turned her face to look at him.

NO. THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE MONEY. You don't understand now. But you'd better learn, and quickly. Do you even comprehend your power? Your effect on men? At that birthday party. There was not one straight male (and even a few homosexuals, including women)who would not have bedded you with the speed of light. You were a smash hit. Even if you were from a Calcutta ghetto you would have been.
Jace looked away,, inhaled his next breath slowly through his nose, and let it out with great concentration.

You have precedents in history. Helen of Troy. Catherine the Great. Queen Elizabeth (?) of England.  Others. But none as BEAUTIFUL.  Yes. You'd better learn.

Celeste was shivering. Only slightly,  but he could see the tremors in her thighs, and it inflamed him to such a point he gave a low growl.

Go in the cabin now, little girl.  Lock & brace the door like I showed you. You're afraid. And you should be.  Very VERY  frightened. Because the way I'm feeling right now i might just kick that door in. I'll take all your flowers,  cup them up in my hand, draw them in to my face, bury my nostrils in their intoxicating, priceless perfume,  and crush them till EVERY PETAL FALLS.

Celeste ran.

Celeste came to the pool by way of the causeway. Her presence came unannounced. She was wearing a rather modest two-piece bathing suit covered by a voluminous shirt. It look like a man's garment oh, and therefore had the look of what a woman would wear after being with her boyfriend. Celeste was completely unaware of this, as she was of so many nuances.

Hi, Colin, she said with a breezy smile. He fell over his feet as he got up. Literally. Poor guy.

Hi, Jace,  Bob,  Marty,  everyone... how has your day been with this lovely weather?

Well, well well! The Lass was feeling her oats today! "Very well, thank you!" Jace spoke up speedily, knowing he would then have the opportunity to converse with her first. " is this your first time by the pool? Couldn't have asked for a better day for it"

"Yes, it is... and yes, I have ne"ver seen seen such a a glorious sky!"

Bob looked like he had rivets in his eyes, as they were attached firmly to one part of Celeste's Anatomy. "Not as glorious as your legs, doll. Nope.They prop up your **** ears....

The astringent sea air hit the dance partners like ozone. There was a negative ion at work. the nighttime atmosphere was charged with it. there needed to be no electricity, however. There was no doubt that the pair would become lovers.

Jace, looking into the girl's pupils, saw that they were dilated almost to the point of being swollen. In that darkness he saw his passion fully met.  It was rare to find a woman who could match his level of ****** desire,  much less a girl of seventeen.

"Do you know something, lady Celeste.  I have never in my lifetime met your like. Do you know your diamonds?