T'was a twext
     my twitter did feed
all a'flutter
     in twembling misdeed
of sextin' and textin'
     in twitter lo'
when lo'
    my twue love
did appear tweed off
    she did said
you two timing tweeter!
    and flew off!
again!!

defined by daily chores responsibilities
next months rent payment
fear of utilities cut off
how to eat on $10 a month,
I rather would buy milk for the stray cat
I  adopted
a cuddly friend
that had four cute kittens who
so far with me have
a roof and water and a place to meow
explore
and a slice of my baloney
my bare feet to play with
so, am I wrong to play make believe?
To spend my off time from
the daily grind, the labors of surviving,
enraptured by the beautiful sunsets,
is it wrong for me to dream?
I clipped a rose from a bush today,
brought it home, in water in a plastic cup on
this cluttered desk full of pen and papers, erasures
cigarette ashes aspirin and allergy capsules,
It the one bud glows in true beauty,
hope and nature and memories,
her petals a new play toy for my imagination,
and the kitties paws.

my head the tinkling remembrances of sparkling suns
and innocence , of Silver Lake , and stepping
on a Blue Racer as I ran back up to the cabin,
shocking, yet part of the days, nights, things,
all the rowboats the roped off float swimming area,
being attacked by a snapping turtle,
the small nest up the hill of trees
where mom discovered the
nest of tiny rattlesnakes, bad dreams I had one night
listening to the radio and the stories of a big hairy creature ,
surviving it, getting stronger, no longer a tiny
creature of the concrete subdivision,
where trees were rare and creatures were real,
the bus route down at the corner.
April was , there.

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.

mom,
sorry about the roses and the broken vase
sorry about your birthday I missed
again

I am the little imbecile  you created
after all
heard you call my sisters ******
swear at them all night long

been in the circle when you swung that belt threatening all of us
"who stole my Snicker's bar"
so sorry
all of us forgot mother's day

let's see if you get anything next year

Once upon a time,
   whence when I learned to smile,
girls came a'beckonin'
   walks home were no longer alone,
and smiles smiled back.
   Night was severely shortened,
The morning arrived before
   I had the chance to dream.
I smiled.

I carry on this uneventfulness life
thinking big thoughts
grandiose visions of
wealth fame castles

I am happy in my make beliefs
I say a bit more than
any ordinary take out the trash
dude

who has two times he climaxes
in reality
while I ***
at the drop of my fantasy

hat

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

dreamer the fiction seer of visions
the illusions of perceptions
the daze of humans
the false water shimmers
in the distance as
we the believers
transcend this temporary
existence
do we softly go
along the hot sand  burning
our souls
or can we make haste
imagining our
ultimate destinations?

if I bled myself dry crying I realized
no one would notice
which brought more
self pitying flows

if I quit I would never
feel better
so I again cried
not a river

just a trickle
of a poem
sort of a leach on my soul
bloodletting

just enough to get
on with it all

I much enjoyed the way
she did not look right through me
she did not pierce me with soul
******* ball shrivelling contempt

or grab my buddy's *** as soon
as I turned around or his girlfriend's, also
I liked how she drank as much as me
but didn't slam her drink on the bar

or challenge me to arm wrestle her
and spit her chaw right womanly like
on the floor, and how she braided her
underarm hairs

She walked gently like a model
in her pointy cowboy boots
and her big knife in a sheath along
her right hip complimented nicely

the 45 colt on her left.

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.

one solution for petty souls
bickering back and forth continuously.

Block all of them.

And I will if you don't stop.

This is a poetry site. Not a teenage High
Schools Blog.

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

push up the daisies
      did my last nut
written my last
    idiom
got all bunched up
    in knickers
when
       I met them,
Fifty-seven years
    ago.

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.

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

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.

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 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.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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!!!

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.

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

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?

Sounds like the sun setting
When you get sad baby
Sounds like the moon refusing
To get up
It says **** all this
I'm taking the night off
Sounds like all the traffic
Outside rubber
Asphalt wheel bearing brakes
When you said
You come home from work
To no one
I looked up at the neon sign
Annie's Convenience Store
Crickets minnows
Some nameless CIG
Advertised
$3.59
And felt the same 1000
Or more miles away
And all I can do
Say
Is kiss you in words smack that *** virtually
To get you to smile I
Say stupid **** and verbalize how
I talk to the stars

And they all know your name

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.

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

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!

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.

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.

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.

Midday weirdly
foisting
           Gay
balloons of water out
            
tomorrow's tears wave
In brightly colored sheets
Of cotton snowfall

August

Last year

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.

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

'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 ******.

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

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

daringly to
a million degrees celsius pulse

magnetically until
streaming showers

of mass
ejections

fluctuate
sporadically

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.

I weep among the willows
feel among  the daffodils
her death taken
early at her hand
So I went out and planted ten
pansies in honor
of her memory
took a Marigold in my hand
and crumpled it up.
Looked to the west where
sunshine set
above the blue skies
above this mess of
hearty wondering and hearted long pain
with soil as our ultimate reward
and only thought,
this soil brings us beauty
but pain so deep
her roots dig into our veins
drive us insane.
If only the soil had lips
where I might kiss
all her memories.