The way it’s rainin’
It’s just like forgettin’
Pain that lasted a lifetime
Because it was swept away by your love

The way it’s rainin’
It’s just like rememberin’
Love still works
When you decide to let it in

It’s rainin’
Like never before
Summer can wait
For as long as it takes
For the rain
To bring you to my door

An old creek bed still knows what to do
You just have to give it what it needs
You can let your heart dry up
Or let it rain and see where it leads

It’s rainin’
Like never before
Summer can wait
For as long as it takes
For the rain
To bring you to my door

The way it’s rainin’
It’s just like livin’
In her garden
With flowers she planted long ago

Lucy was majorly bummed,
looked seriously glum,
said her Daddy had taken
her T-Bird away,
wasn’t have much fun
anymore.

I said, “Are you freaking kidding me girl,
clearly you could buy a ‘Vette
& have just as much fun!”

Then she smiled with
that Lucy-gorgeous-smile
& replied,
”**** straight Jonny,
think I’ll head down to the dealership,
check thinks out,
there ain’t no way
Daddy’s gonna rain on my parade!”

In the hard and cold city
There were no
Two a.m. train whistles…
Sometimes
Window rattling hip-hop woofers…
The occasional
Tequila soaked domestic dispute… and the like…
Leaving me now
Laying in the darkened silence feeling
Vintage…
Imaginary whispers of Brook Benton
“…feel like it’s rainin all ova the world”
Subliminal theme music
Setting the ambiance for
Trying to think of something
Not cliché to say about the
Two a.m. train whistle in the distance...
Cuz I still
Often wake to the
Absences of
Warbling sirens of high speed chases … and
Fusion of passing dialects beneath my window
That I never really heard…until I didn’t hear them …
Replaced with
Fat plops
Of nocturnal rain drops…
Far away clack-a-lack of iron wheel on rail…
Silence…
...and that lonely
Two a.m. train whistle in the distance…

Come down,
come down,
come down from your rain cloud.
You're always rainin' on me
babe.

It isn't practical
up there,
what's the use?
And if you're in the sky
where am I,
save, you gotta save it for me now.

Rock me rock me rock me rock me
Rockaway, rock me to Brighton!,
Coney Island dead give away, hey!
I feel like there is more-
there is more and, and I'm not
fully sure,
not from New York.
everybody moves their body fast

they wanna do this city fast,
rock me rock me rock me,
rock me, you know I'm slow.

Get wise, get wise
rest sore eyes
on petals blue.
The waves
and the flat lands are too high now.

I'm getting gone.
I'm getting gone.
And the daisies are tryin' to move.
I'm getting gone.
And the sunrise is tryin' to come early too.
I'm getting gone,
And we stayed out late last night.
Tuesday morning we've got an early flight.
But if you aren't ready to go, I'll get dressed for us both.
We're getting gone.
Red pants and these Tom Ford shades.
You'll wear your Rick Owens sneakers and jacket onto the plane.
We survived another night on the road,
Now we've got to wake up before we're eating yesterday's dinner tomorrow.

We're getting gone.
And the neighbor's are going to keep complainin'
We're getting gone.
And we hold our tongues out even when it's not rainin'.
We're getting gone.
Let's get coffee and eat some LSD.
Smoke three cigarettes and then we'll leave.
We're getting gone.
Red pants and these Tom Ford shades.
You'll wear your Rick Owens sneakers and jacket onto the plane.
We survived another night on the road,
Now we've got to wake up before we miss another tomorrow.
We're getting gone.
We're getting gone.

But hold up 'cause I'd like to know you
I'll kiss your neck if you'll touch my face
Let's be a stereotype and make them wait all the time,
Ten more minutes, is that really the worst lie?

(Break)

We're getting gone.
And the girls and boys are running us down.
We're getting gone.
I can't remember, what's the name of this town.
We're getting gone.
**** my tongue while I turn you on.
I'll **** your tongue while you turn me on.

It seems it's always rainin'
But the Suns out today
And I ain't complainin'
Today I just wanna play

So sit right down next to me
As I press down on the gas pedal
The flowers in your hair keep blowing
The more I push the pedal to the metal
Your smile just makes everything better
And I smile when you smile
Never really was the biggest go-getter
But, babe, you put me in overdrive
Wanna go to the creek at the top of the hill
Step to the edge, hold my nose and dive

The words that keep spilling from your mouth
Like milk on the kitchen floor
No matter how mad, no matter how happy
I just keep on wanting more (and more)
I mean, I know you've got a boy
Waiting for you at home
I'm just like a ******* toy (to you)
And I really don't mind
I don't at all, really I couldn't care less
Because even if you're not mine
I still feel like the one who's blessed
But when the time comes just gimme a sign
Because when you and him are over
I'll be there, I'll be there with open arms

Oh, babe, this is all for a reason
I can go, I can so go
With you it's so pleasin'
And if you want more just let me know
I'm just overflowing with ways
To talk, to be, to stand next to you
I'm probably a little selfish
But it seems I'm stuck like glue
And I can't help these feelings
You just **** me with those big eyes
Your soft hands and milk and roses skin
I just wish, I just hope, I just wait
For the best to begin

Warning: I rarely drop f bombs in my poetry...but this is most definitely an exception. Please see link in notes. Thank you!


I was thinking on the way home from work in my car that has no air conditioning because as we all know, air conditioners in cars rarely last past 100,000 miles and make a great excuse for getting a new car. That’s why car manufacturers put ******* ac’s in cars. That's why car manufacturers don't like any new ideas like something other than that **** we've been running on for 100 ******* years. Ever wonder how we can make an electric car for the moon in the 60's, but for the most part we're still running on Exxon 50 years later?! Ever wonder why there's been no new innovations in getting our fat ***** around? Ever wonder why the few electric cars we finally have are so ******* expensive? Jesus, wake the **** up! Anyway, I was thinking about how this was the 3rd day in a row of 99 degree temps and how anything over 90 degrees was a rarity when I was a kid. So I gotta say Al Gore had his **** together…Inconvenient Truth baby! So, what the **** happened to Al Gore...thank you! So I get home and stand in front of my ac for 10 minutes because I’m sweatin’ my *** off. Then I turn on the tv to relax for a few minutes and I see that oil is still leakin’ in the Golf. Haven’t they fixed that **** yet? Why ain’t these ******* in jail? Millions of gallons of oil going through a pipe into a boat and they got no ******* plan to stop it if it ***** up? Way to go BP, you stupid *****! Oh, and thank you for keeping an eye on this **** for us…whatever department we are paying taxes out the *** for keepin' an eye on this **** for us! Also, gotta’ give a shout out to my buddies at Exxon once again who dragged their ***** through court for 20 years and ended up paying 10% of what they were originally ordered to pay for dropping millions of gallons of your precious oil into the Prince William Sound. Did you send thank you cards to the Supreme Court for kissin’ your ***** you collective pile of ****! How many thousands of lives did you ruin? Do you think about that…**** no! A few years ago I laughed when I saw somethin' on the web that said the 911 attack was planned. Now that **** was even too far out there for me to believe. Then I saw Mr. Bush tell a reporter that he saw the first plane hit the first building on tv before he went into that school. Think about that **** for a minute. JFK assassination…after years of reading books on this and seeing documentaries…I found out that even the Zapruder film has been spliced and diced from the get-go to possibly cover up a head shot from Kennedy’s left side. I said ‘possibly’ because I just don’t ******* know and none of us will until somebody that does tells us the truth. The truth...remember what that is? Maybe not...because we rarely hear it. God knows enough witnesses tried to tell the truth. They ended up either dead or scared of being dead. Ever hear of the Harper fragment? Look it up! The one thing that plays over and over in my head that points me in one direction is the two Secret Service agents being ordered back into their car filled with other secret service agents and away from the back of Kennedy’s car just before it headed down Dealy Plaza and seeing the one agent shrug his shoulders twice…as if to say…’why the **** do you want me to sit in the car doin' **** when my job is to protect the President.’ I bet you haven’t seen that, have you? Do I hate this Country, No! I love this country. What I hate is lies. What I hate is being manipulated. What I hate is greed…and those things have worked their way into our Government, our Corporations, Our media, our Courts and our thoughts. Even Eisenhower tried to warn us about this **** and Kennedy tried to stop it. Last President that actually had the ***** to stand up to these ****** that own our country now. Too many of us feel we are betraying country, neighbors and friends by questioning what is happening. It is possible to love and question. There’s a great line from a Clint Eastwood movie; 'Don’t **** down my back and tell me it’s rainin.’ Well, they been ******' down our backs ever since they slaughtered the original owners of this prized piece of real estate. Google 'Trail of Tears' and learn some history...cause you won't learn any of it in our wonderful educational system. **** it’s HOT!
I’m nobody…but if I was somebody and this was published in Rolling Stone and one week later they found me dearly departed…the victim of a drug overdose, a fast moving cancer, a karate chop to the neck or a single car accident in the desert…would you question or would you accept…question or accept….question…love ya Dorothy!

No more chillin,

Just sweatin, I’m stressin

I’m rainin down blood from my eyes

Gotta be the best, Superior to the rest

I only wanna touch the skies

I’m bettin high stakes, make no mistake

On eggshells walkin through these land mines

I gotta be strong if I’m gonna prove him wrong

His looks alone pierce my heart like dull knives

I gotta change my ways to see different days

There’s more to me than just some good times

I never hurt so much til he walked in

But best believe he’s sendin me good vibes

There’s depth to his stares, he actually cares

My past lovers from himself he divides

He’s only givin tough love, no baby gloves

This aint a phase, he’s really changin both our lives

He told me passion is only a distraction

Who cares about your heart or the size

Results and achievments are what they want

But these are just a few words for the wise

Now I’m livin in better days, true to my new ways

I’ve released all these bindes and cut these ties

Now I’m just chillin,

No more sweatin, no stressin

I’m not goin back, no compramise.

**** monkey matchin
No silverbackin plus
Cents crackin
Legin generatin genesin
Kept revelation runnin
War paint tattooin
Dropped nitpickin
Not speaking for all seeing
I's
So **** that ind
Short e pro sent
Ridin' those who drivin'
Securin Isisin icinism
Goin' sketch fhiminism
Not scared to fold my poker
Face ain't evin though these
eight *****(is) grabbin
Yea that much baggin
up cruel indifferent
No difference
Just hook line skankin
Splish splashin groupie
Numeration
Won't color gender but hawk skinned race De baitin'
Outlivin' the momentiun
Bendin those poets brigade in
Coded runaway genius claimin sistym
Bro rexin, t burnin'
Cause Im beatin up
Atom baby momma
Metapen sweepin'
Follow him
Or her or them
Just stay the **** away from
Mygenes aint cells splittin eyes crackin'
***** you know you can hear
Me writin'
No x marks the bar outletin
Find another plug
Or source I'm not chargin
Will en riched by those
Germans who made the mistake
Of breedin' while sleepin'
Ima a boss that don't speak
Keep readin'!
This is
Cobbsland. Stop countin
stars shining in daylight poppin
science whorin metaphorin
Alien abductin
Yea, they love them some black
Womins'    shh its a secret          (ethnics ethics)
Gullah grainin
Freed my *** so my mind is
No longer trainin ill rainin'
laggin' no cadillac, no car, in my
dents in my
Accents indentin
I'm not from africa muthaphucka
But i represent
Kin clickin against
Genesin.

JAKE HOLMES – SO CLOSE LYRICS
Where's that smile?
I hope you didn't lose it.
Every now and again,
And wear it once for me.

Sure, I know,
It's been some time between us,
But I had to stand out some,
To get the room to see.

But it's all right now,
Hold on tight now.
I'll be stayin',
I won't go.

Don't you cry now,
We can try now.
Just takes some distance to know...

So close,
We almost couldn't make it.
So close,
But it looks like we're alright.

So close,
I almost couldn't see you.
So close,
But it looks like we're alright.

What a day,
I remember it was even rainin',
And as soon as I'd say goodbye,
I didn't wanna leave.

One last look,
You could see my eyes were askin',
I could feel yours,
Pullin' at my sleeve.

But it's alright now!
Hold on tight now!
I'll be stayin'.
I won't go!

Don't you cry now.
We can try now!
Just takes some distance to know...

So close,
We almost couldn't make it.
So close,
But it looks like we're alright.

So close,
I almost couldn't see you.
So close,
But it looks like we're alright.

Alright!
Alright.

Fingers are brittle
Body is aching
It's rainin' but I'm not complainin'

My mind is tired
My skin is *****
My poor eyes won't shut on me

There's no reason
There's no reason
There's no reason to cry

The sun is rising
The sky is blooming
A nights sleep I am losing

My gun is loaded
It's gettin time
Two shots of whiskey
I'm takin' what's mine
ain't what you're sayin
it's what you do
Your time has come boy
I'm gunnin for you

When hell is rainin down
You'll see my face, won't hear a sound
You'll feel that bullet burnin through
Take your last breath boy
I'm gunnin for you

I write a lot of poems
But I don't really do anything
I am a taxi service
My drive is for my sons

Coincidence and mystery
That too is my wish
I do eat tuna fish
Wendy: Born to Run

Too late to turn back now
Eyes on the Prize
American thighs
Taipei 101

Shot at the end to win it
Like a Wheel - gonna spin it
She begins to begin it
Land of the Midnight Sun

             Sanuk Di!
             (very fun)

I read Flush aloud to students
Noah and his dad
Grandpa Bobby
The Green Flash

Nashville
Reno
Texarkana
Johnny Cash

Delia, O Delia!
Delia all my life
Better to live in libraries
Than marry a wicked wife

Gonna break my
Break my rusty cage
San Francisco Zen
Detroit Turn the Page

    the gifts of age

Once upon a time, when the world was a feeble and wild drop in the ocean of space, a small crack was opened in the universe. Through that crack fell a great Bear, and she was magnificent, fur mottled blue with the constellations trapped in her skin. Her steps shook the earth as she traveled, seeking a place of great peace, upon this speckled planet that was scarcely bigger than herself. Laying down beside a mountain, with thunder in her voice, she birthed three cubs, bright as comets. To her first cub, Rainin, she said 'you, my son, shall inherit the sky, bring it sunlight and storms and lay blankets of snow upon this land, you will be vast and endless for all time'. To her second son, Seuro, she spoke 'and you child, will inherit the sea, from an island peak you shall rule the roiling waves, bring tides and calm to the waters, you will herald the first age of all things'. And lastly, to her daughter, who was sun-bright and borne of stars, she told her 'Maidah, you will inherit the Great Plains and the green grasses of this earth, break the mold of it and shake it, but also bring rise to mountains that reach your brother in his clouded domain, and tear in two the plates of the sea from beneath your brother's feet. With your breath you will bring life from soil to seed, and you will be queen to all that walks and breathes upon the ground. This, to you, is my last gift'. And the great bear who passed through a rift in the universe, having gifted her children, sunk deep beneath the mountain into endless sleep. Still, she slumbers, and her children shake and shape what she has given, until they join her in morpheus' domain when their world is dust and the well of creation has dried. They will sleep peaceful under mountains, their great paw prints everlasting as they let that which they have shaped greet its own sleep, its own death, yet the stars will remember them,
and this too, is a gift.

I like I Walk the Line
Gave it to my brother
Break My Rusty Cage
Reunited with my mother

I like empty churches
San Francisco Zen
Falafel with rice
3710

Lonely cool before dawn
6:28
I send to Judi
Susan emails Cate

Something about the mist
The Call of Misty Mountains
1937
Candidates debate

                 I wait.

Kind September welcomes the autumn
Hot red leaves start to be fallen
I'm packing my school bag
Summer gives up in sudden
With lots of passion
That has raised nature
Eventually took a picture
Hey fall!
Gracefully please me
With your leaves shaken
With your heart taken
With your sand bakin
With your voice rainin

Dangerous your face is replacin my hate with patients like a facelift can't stop smilin on days when it's cold and rainin.
  Havoc was my habit  it's useful but leads to sadness, and it's bad it's all I had like a badge to declare my madness.
Then you up and left the state, ran away to clean your plate, then it hit me somethings missing something I could not replace. It's your laugh and it's your taste, it's that you don't know your great.please don't leave before I get to kiss your lips and hold your face.

Sometimes it"s better
When we don't get to touch our dreams
Rainin' hard in Frisco
Wildman Wizard inside me

No sexuality in the Lord of the Rings
Gandalf the Grey turns White
12:22
I'm awake again in the night

Women as they really are
Cruel and selfish and pretty
Stockholm in the summer
Such a pretty city!

A wiser and a sadder man
53 and falling
Little Sage Ridge School
I hear London Calling

               Come out!

She would have to come here
And that's not gonna happen
So, my dear,
What should I do?

2023
I wait. I wait.
Children grow
Carolina blue

Rainin' Hard in Frisco
Susan, not Sue
Every Rose Has It's Thorn
Pi has the Pondicherry Zoo

           I ain't got you

Got some psychopathogy at times
Chaos
Apophenia
Raging desires

He tells me bipolar people have tendencies to
*******
Suicide
Fires

I rest all day today
Call my son
Watch Batman
My poems: No buyers.

I like being a taxi service
Rainin'  hard in Frisco
Poems of truth
Against American liars

               Jokic!

Rabbi Nahman left Jerusalem
Noticed Arthur Green
Yo soy also tormented
Yo soy Things Not Seen

She and I and lonely
She is always 17
Rainin' hard in Frisco
Jolene! Jolene! Jolene!

Long distance information
Get me Memphis, Tennessee
Please protect her 2
Please protect my 3

She was 1 and done
Give him destiny
Laughter in the morning
Mother Mary Let it be.

                 Si.