on
  the
     river
where
  
a twig
  leaf
    a bit of
there

float
   down
       stream
aware

the tug
    tow
       drift
abounds

I feel
    almost
        calm
surrender

to life's
     magnets
         cores
electrons

all that's
      in me
          deeper
where

I feel
      that
            draw
that

picture
       of a curve
            an undertow
framed

in sudden
      cold a
           splash
wetter

than any
       euphism
            I spew
******

on the sides and postulate the how and why
the where the whens the beginning ends
the middle goes on at their furious paces
while the inferior, to them, contemplates
the ***** get weak with keeping up
the cleanest exterior
while the wiser
get a bit leaner
feeding on
what and why

to
change to
sweet romance
to one day in the sun
all now in that one ray
that caught my glance fell
into my eye amongst millions
all brilliant and bright
like it was meant to be
away in a new game
we became the
same standing naked
in the dawn
arms open calling
I am yours
Love

and to them small feeling
indifferent in a way, the rabbit when he finds his self
swooped into the sky by the owl's talons;
or maybe the owl when no rabbit for dinner can he spy
or the small lion when his prides ruler roars 
the smalls only defense his
brave mother, or the mountainside when so drenched with rain finds its footings slide out from under her;
or the elephant when he no longer remembers;
the caterpillar with no larvae
or the alligator when the water dries up,
or the skyscrapers with planes in their side;
or the warship taken down by a small boat;
the big brave man drunk by cancer-
does prove: no matter how big, all can  feel insignificant
and find their self whether big as a mountain, or strong and wild and roaring as a lion
or meek and peaceful as the rabbit,
what comes does.

Life's divergent points
all arranged in place for once
on  the edge of time

some days
  I pray for silence
some days
  for anything to
break it

There are days
  I don't pray
There are days
   that is all
I do

When I pray
  I am ashamed
to admit
   is when I
am weakest

fuddy puddly
the child playing within
the adult continuously chasin':

Non-utterable
the child says gets a mouth
washed out,

He is feeling for boundaries and meanings
where the adult uses it the
( sting the blasphemous bad thing)

an insult to hurt who hurts he.
Give the children a soda,
wash down the grown

man in suds and near drown him.
the one the children learn from.

somewhere over the rainbow- has been taken:
Quidquid latine dictum sit, altum sonatur. (Whatever is said in Latin sounds profound.) -has been said:
The bad news is time flies. The good news is you’re the pilot- has been flown:
The peace of your soul awaits you at the center of your own being.-has been meditated:
I give up. All the best words have been taken.

Today, a visit
  to the Doctor,
sit , sit, sit, wait
  for her omniscient
presence to appear.
  When she came
she set me down
  and said "All
the tests came back negative.
Except for one,
   the one for loneliness."

I was prescribed a
  twelve pack of Budweiser
and a ***** movie.
   All is well now.

only, is to be
banished
upon the next utterance
of  mine if I speak it.

if can be used only in comparisons
no ifs around here
unless if is for sure.

Maybe won't be said from this day on.
Someday I declare
is Now and where

only if maybe I
have a spare verb ready,
I should be used sparingly ,
we and us  are the

the proper pronouns

conjunctions are disallowed
their functions
suspicious as hell,

adverbs are devil tongued,
therefore or therefor I forget
their usage is banned

and  and is so lazy
and lame and criminal
from now on

i guess these rules
get you alarmed ****
but should have only one t

anyways, a craftsman never says, he
polishes out the rough spots and
burnishes the scars, like a man does.
Sharpening his knife on his
leg polishing until
his eyes burn
calming
his wife and offspring
stronger than hardened steel.
A man on a wire is
sturdy  
glowing like thunder
in any storm.
The force of man
creative is
even more
powerful
higher more
the peak of true
love, because
he is kind.

I set out to be President, then lowered
my goal to Secretary of State,
then to Governor of Alabama,
then to Mayor of Clayhatchee,
none of that worked out,
obviously, so I set my sights lower,
I decided to be my own animal rescuer.
I just got off  the floor with Missy,
a Lab mama someone decided to take out in
the country and abandon, I took her in.
I was lying next to her and the three
kittens she treats as her own, even letting them nurse
were curious meandering tween and twixt us, and Missy,
and the Titos , I call them, I could see were happy
as hell, all fed and loved and rescued.
So , yes, mission accomplished.

the down is
all I got
and the up so far away
no matter how I reach it escapes
then pause,

I think,
of the middle ground
how that is where I can
build my home make strong
the

core  
strong foundation
I suspect concrete enough
to face the fall with steps
to climb
should I recede again

there I build on center hill
dig down a wide rock base
lay my blocks straight as
stars that shine
light straight to
me through all the
dark

the basis of my
eternity
my base

Such a lonely  old sole
old Joe
cold like a furnace in a basement
of my dead grandpa in Indiana
no coal or soot made of absolute  Iron
like him ,
Cherokee bred and 92
still climbing pruning
trees for his living.
Rusty as a bucket left out  in the
rains. No warmth to sidle up against.
Stoic as a monument
to heroic coldness.
Bequeathing  24 Kids to nothing.
As the 45 year old nurse that took care of granny
for 4 years before her death,
2 weeks after became my grandmother.
Bless him.

To the horizon hides the dusk, sunrise Easternly brazen surmounts
a squirrel scurrying limbs, the atmosphere laughs at the grass dewy,
disappearing  night critters hurry to hide down holes,
in day light tombs-whilst
heart shaped leaves warm,
the loam refreshed,
by the newly birthed
morn.

and fell on Hellenistic sculpture hard
tell me "in the round" was not perfected here
or that Helen was not gorgeous
and I would defer to Menelaus
for the war that ensued
and not Homer
depicting her as wistful,
as said once about her,
"Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships/And burnt the ******* towers of Ilium?"
I would have been her suitor.
Or I might have been Paris
in another life
daring to abduct her.
I might still be around Sparta,
waiting for her to turn that corner.
And Zeus will never stop me.

trying to be like Jimi,
smashed my guitar to bits like the Who did,
gave up painting when I saw Van Gogh's
works,
gave up skateboarding
when I broke my ***,
gave up dancing when Disco came around.
But, when I heard Emerson, Emily , Thoreau ,
Whitman , EE *******  or Poe,
I just wrote more.

on the floor you dropped
your dress inked up your quill
to write of love but still...

out of your words stopped
on the empty paper still
leaves your breast unfilled...

put on essences perfume
brush your red hair beautiful
cast your eyes to the mirror...

drop the pen quiet the muse
open your window,
hear the star kissed sky

behold the dark side
of the valley the trees swaying to
this insanity kiss the wind entering

I am was will be a ways
varying from my species normal range,
shrew , a way too far from water or meadow,
holed up in dry grasses,
a darter from Europe common there
an oddity.
purebred American
  red race horse.

blazes infinite
    blue as night
black as might
   ever is
right as sight
   stronger than
iron
    weak as
flesh
    tears on
*******
    discreet
but, mean
      on the
street
      left
alone
       innocents,
culling dreams,
     selling out,
hearing echos
       tuning out,
not one drop
     of rain
or tears
     sweat sweet
working in,
     the sands
of desert,
         deserted in,
feet burnt and camel backed,
  desire tho,
        the heat the rain the
sera to flow, and drown in.

the heart of eyes in the hands of shyness
like a smile of radiance of a smile forever
breathe rainy dreams believing dreaming
the brightest loves lazy doves fluttering
mean what is broken in shudders of spoken
meant words and promises, down in the woods
all alone, together.

I keep my ideals, because in spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart.
Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy.
Whoever is happy will make others happy too.
No one has ever become poor by giving.
I don't think of all the misery, but of all the beauty that still remains.
How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.
We all live with the objective of being happy; our lives are all different and yet the same.
Parents can only give good advice or put them on the right paths, but the final forming of a person's character lies in their own hands.
I must uphold my ideals, for perhaps the time will come when I shall be able to carry them out.
Who would ever think that so much went on in the soul of a young girl?

I say, love,
actually when meaning peace
I felt on the meadow loam
stretching out on my back,

or the forest numerous  in visions
my sight so outnumbered
I cannot resolve any one tree.

Or, may I have thought of the
******* tryst I envision
looking at the stars of the universe.

Come I see,days and nights, trees
valleys hills to love, feasts
of days

reading, Thoreau , Walt Whitman,
next to you.

fallacy dictates most of me
is psychotic chronically, the fuse was lit
but I keep spitting on it
and the theory I will go off
is predicated with anomalies of now against
then only in
the recent sense
have I noticed many similarities
to me once and me now
but there are recurring themes
familiar events like astrology
saying one day I will become
the whom I was then  I suppose

thursday came  and it was autumn again
green ran to where summer went
yellow and crimson orange grey
covered the world in colder winds
midday on thursday that day of bitterness
the sun burst through  intermittently
making autumn look beautiful
and down fluttered
the prettiest gold leaf
landed right beside me
said hello
I stuttered but
a leaf is mute
the tree that sent her to me said
no,
you are just out of tune.
Keeping time with
the old tree I rhymed
anew heard rhythm  
playing on autumns breeze.
I woke up then to
see, I had fallen fast asleep and it was winter.

the direction to go paddling
         is the big question
obviously not upstream
           unless to outwit
my adversary.

Dolphin kick front crawl
            is the fastest with
head-up and both arms flailing
            to escape but tire,
perhaps, halfways
               to shore.

I chose and hold my
              breath, underwater
with my nostrils pinched,
          my lungs and heart
aching for the next breath.

So many die that way.
           Too many die with flailing.
I just closed my eyes and dived
             my head under all the waves.
I don't yet know if I
              survived or crossed
the river.

I am still holding
                       my breath.

of a hard attack begin
one with looking in eyes deep longingly
two with holding hands
first touch blushing
three with lips  gently
lip to lip tasting smelling feeling breathy upper lips
four with rushing everywhere every cell of two
souls sharing that given and taking kind of
and a cigarette or two in each other's arms after

will is willing
his body is not
thrills
  come vicariously, now.

One smile away from happy
will, is
stepping into posterity.

will is long ago,
born on the tired years of working,
his body is tired.

will, still, sees hope
on the smile of posies
who take the time
to notice.

Dissolved now
Brine mixed all one
Floating together
Towards the turn of the
River bend just down
A ways
Heading eventually
To the ocean
Out to sea
From heaven
It sparkles glints
As the sunlight plays on
The flow the trickles
Wandering jostling blending
Dance

From above
As precious and rare
As any diamond
Coming together mingling
One
One fire one shine one
Glint one solute
Made from many

I've cried tears into
This Creek thus river
Then ocean if seas
I've seen the salt go
Merge dissolve
Become again
In one way
Live
Course like blood
Through
This universal
Vein.

'omeless
in cardboard boxes, pass on the streets
unnoticed.
fall,
into the cracks,
unseen,
******
's
heroes,
insanity's
victorious
cleansing
is what the Republicans see.
Need is stronger, police forces,
better armed. To shoot down all
over
the vermin.
velveteen, break necks, force
consciousness
to co-incide
with your greed. or
just shoot 'em,
eliminate
the weaker,
reminds

me  of ******.

take whatever
the 60 inch flat screen telly
or my diamond earrings
  or the french door three thousand dollar
refrigerator
let me bend over,
here have the tattoo of you on my ***,
take it.
Just please, don' cut the wires
to my internet.

It sure is HOT!!!
   in perpetuity
walking the bottom burning black
  asphalt and singing hair
seared (Shades of She'ol)
  in need of a new testament!

I brave its toil daily, religiously
  eternally?
In perpetual
  Limbo down a purgatorial hole
with no intermediary!
  Crawling.... through ashes gray
in the underworld....here!

I was once a variance
annoyed by touch
a loner  the only one
I got a dog by chance
then two cats
that turned into three
and noticed
how touch was a necessity
my dog searched my hand out to
stroke her ears her head her neck
the three cats would not leave me alone rubbing and purring
I saw them arch their backs
and the dog smiled I think
with every touch
something changed
in my philosophy
by fur and eyes and loneliness
became a  daily ritual
of purring panting happiness
and so
I think
they tamed me

does my bladder
and dope my head
and poetry my spirit
love is my blood

I recall being
young and naive playing
downstairs wih Cindy
discovering

How girls and boys have
all different plumbing
how girls are slightly
ticklish
and giggle
how boys are supposed to
make things happen

How the encyclopedia had
weird words, National Geographic
posed Dark naked bodies
in front of us,

and feeling things in
lower regions ( we in the basement,
remember)
had no answer in the dictionary.

I remember positing with Cindy
the many things in common to the Lincoln
and Kennedy assassinations.

And hiding our pants pulled down under a cover
as my mom brought us dinner.

sound me call off talk make me feel  
real
tell me lies
tell me about love amidst this
falling sky

around me surround take me full
try
wake me
yell
call my soul aloud
I've fallen

take my life in hope
speak into my depths
call me alive
shine that light
on me

make me feel better
love

I am the center
             of My Universe
I Peale off
                my incredible-ness
In positive
                  thoughts
and dream.

two eggs
                once bacon
corned fritter
                maple savoring
sun up
                love making
green grass
                hearts breaking
kitten mews
                puppy pounce
life anew
                every once
on every morn'
                wet dew.

float like a butterfly
sting Heaven like a bee
Muhammad!

yes, magnificence, quiet
graces
me around with a peaceful nothing
a night
of silent stars and muted moonbeams

yes, meditating, only
there I
am an island in a riotous gathering
roar on
the sea the sun the fountains
I drift in

4 thru 12
in the midst of Detroit suburbia
hot burn the 67 nights and fear
shot thru my night for I but a young
one naive saw the elders, saw through them the need for fright-
and saw pictures of fire and infernal desire
that burnt my inside skulls hide
and made me to this day run and hide
close they showed  on 6 o'clock news
were souls from hell the dour days
they burnt they neighbors and brought the guard to put them stoutly into place
and shot shoots hot into my very soul
unknown to me ,I was a young naive boy,
was the reason man turns against man in
fire then loots souls mercilessly lost in me,
confused and no believing excuses or religion,
when man turned against man, and fire reigns, was for me the time for a new  coalition. An absolution that once burnt my brain I would understand.

is just a
day an oasis
in eternity

I invite  three of you here on HP
to a gala on the banks of the Missippi
if you can recite for real the oath
of the Blind Deaf  Dumb  Wizards
for Truth

Post it in comments

the sky is definitely blue
right up until the horizon draws that line
of uncertainty which every human,
vista, future  most certainly tries to
not pay attention to,
or gaze in fruity pastel positive
magnificence, a smile hiding over that hill,
all is silent in the nightness
thinking of it all-
dreaming again

add this to my balance sheet as my blond accountant
summarized  my assets and liabilities.
Put one more drink for both of us on my tab at the pub.
And considered how balance sheets don't consider silver tongues
an asset.
As we went over the books, till last call, I kept seeing that spark in her eye.
She gave me debits and much credit, later.

in her hair I figured
all along the strands down to her bangs
I lingered along the lashes
became a vision
leaked down a cheek fell onto
her silky neck
became a molecule came into her
blood flowed down her heart
pumped me into her toes as they curled
traveled vascular
up her spine-tingling and came
smiling out the corner of her mouth
a wet spot
next to the corner of her smile
soft silky moist glistens
a mist on her breath
a bit of touch on the pillow
a dream on the next day's memory
a dream for forever

two glasses of wine
a system divided are a separate whole
a fraction of while
music
and drink are integral
to the mystic rhythm
feeling
an element of a dramatic play
I cannot count the sugar
or say how many grains of sweet make
enough.

I have too
insanely dissolved
drinks in me,
many waters flow through me.

I speak plurally
of breads
not loaves.
Calm on a glass of wine
shining.

arise
   in small steps go up in cadence
go higher in volume raise intensity feel
the growth tap a foot fast then faster soft then
louder tap tap tap    beat against the floor keep pace call out
   my name  I am
the maestro you are a prima donna
this concertina is playing this our heart strings plucked sweetness and sound growing in volume in density I scream hear your bravo!!!
I return, Bellissimo!!!

daringly to
a million degrees celsius pulse

magnetically until
streaming showers

of mass
ejections

fluctuate
sporadically

if not already , if I compared my worth to J. Paul Getty,
or my hymns to Shakespeares, or the length of
my thing to a **** stars,
I would be more arcane if I considered my value to be
the way I shine in comparison to a Van Gogh painting in
a museum, or a child's true smile,
my soft hand to a kittens meow,
my feet to a cows or my ******* to a sows,
my god given shine to the sun or stars, it is non-sensical
to compare oranges with a rotten apple.

which loss of  dream compares a root canal to the anguish of losing a tooth, which tooth can not be drilled out and repaired, which bite was the one that chipped off a piece of my work and swallowed it to never be seen,
which cavity will be forever empty now,
which pain is worse,
the constant ache of a rotting tooth
or my loss of faith in humanity?

I don't know who to consult,
the Orthodontist or Psychologist.