K   ismet, karma
A   lways comes around
R   eally, when you give
L    ove, that is what you get.

it seems came her

adrift on mellow breezes
faintly scent o' strawberries

red dawn golden lashes  in rhythms
upon a meadow painted by
Emerson words and Van Gogh splashes

so lightly afoot
so not to spoil any of nature

listening
relaying

being
her.

this is a not poem
not very practical or profound
just more of an
observance on love , nowadays

how we get online to
search for a mate and don't
ever meet or
say hello , but maybe on a telephone

and get swept into love right away
with no sense for touch
or how they
may squeeze the toothpaste

when the new internet love
asks if you like her
or him , you go around blocking
the last one you flirted with

cleaning tracks, of your internet pecker
drops from the wetness between
your legs, then
realize again, this new thing is just

the same, all the miles separate you,
just like the door does
from real touch

I was a **** seed sown on an April breeze,
a year in and a year out,
blighted by the bigger things, shrubs and bush and pine and big trees-
i lay destitute in a drought
no sun shone upon me-
a shade all around of gray,
although the rain  made the grasses grow
and really tickled me.
I refused to grow
until I knew
that the withering brown
and grasses and trees would not poison my ground.
Until i saw your grace on the hill,
only then did i flower and sprout,
to bring you
a proud
flowering
shout..

where and ever came
down through the centuries
of myth and mystery

fallen from stars making
dust on memory
or tongues laden

with silken fronds
tasted of the ****** ponds
first created

or earths pushing pulse
felt and trying to
recreate the solemn

bit of pounding heard
like the taste of an apple
bit

and God pounding fists
in Heaven seen
or Norse Gods

or the Saturn  Neptune
Greeks colliding
to make

us wiser then

somewhere deep came a verse
that startled my universe made me stop
spinning take  notice
of it
made me remember things
that hurt and haunted and were  
deeply buried
it started with the word eternity
and continued
you can't hide from it
it is gonna catch up
eventually

Frosted window, what mystery might I see if
I just wiped clear your pane with my virile hand
wiped all the frost from your face with a strong loving touch
would it, could it bring
a sunny summer scene
of lovers beneath the willow tree bright clear skied blue
romancing
in rainbow hued
dream.

human star
flesh and blood
speck glow fresh
inconspicuous
buried within the billions
color
I saw you individually
amidst all the rest
a  particularly bright white
shining there in the northern
hemisphere
One tiny light
one hope
one speck, like me
trying to be
a spectacle
I froze my eyes
on that one  piece of sky
never to
take my eyes off
forever

I am not trying to be
any kind of man
but a perfect one
not settling for less
and it seems to have
affected me
possibly my goal
has been set too high above
reality
but
I wouldn't be happy
and am not
with less
****** I am
all the ways
around

i am quite used to strutting and
spreading my tail feathers as wide as my *** allows
calling whistling
walking the fence row  and the coops doorway
displaying all I got like a peacock
on thanksgiving  giving all the hen turkeys hell
saying in clucks what up beeitch!
I am not used to , however
that  god ****** hawk hovering over
circling
knowing I am a failure

that time you are just awed without breath
that time the sun sets behind dark clouds
all you think of are dense macabre
bad situations wrong turns sad
outcomes
inside that cloud black you set
along with no light
to a dark spot on the precipice
the cliff wanting to know if you
took another step
would it all stop
could it be better if
you were not here
how much it all hurts to even think of it
inside turning revolving throbs
of heartaches and memories
there about the dark valley
the no turning back
I call I wish I did
and take your hand
pull you close
and let you know
someone cares

As,to the particular spin, in the stars in my soul, in a killers heart, in a hole
Entangled are the results when measured,
The observer is no longer outside looking in he becomes a part of the observation, changing the cat to alive
From dead, both possibilities possible if out looking in, the answer is not
In a one or zero, it's deep within the entire universe.  
Flying so high as to become outside
And see I was locked out for eternity.

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message “He is Dead”.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

ferociously needy a time or two amongst
the tall solemn weeping willow trees like guards
awaiting like mums
to stifle any running
vines from climbing
the ancient brick spires
and soiling their breeches knees
with god awful grass stains
and the toes of their
polished cordovans  so decadently
like wanton orphans
here we are brought up
in castles with desires
not met by brick or mortar
or examples,
tell me pa ,
with your grappling of the maid Helen,
in the parlor, were
not of a mind as I, all I ask ,
Sir, is to run wild one day of the month,
not forever,
like you, and mum,
always stern
like a Catholic Nun
on guard to ensure
no one ever smiles
or has fun,
is that our ruling obligatory
commitment?
Fun is catch and hide and seek and roses growing a little
wild outside their containments,
once in the while?
Or shall I stifle my creativity
my wants, and just grab ***
the help
every chance I get?

mess around deep funk happens,
anonymously,
just about evenly.

you've got to know by now
some experiments turn out
to prove that the theories were wrong.

You could fly like a
dove, or land splat,
barren of love,
uncharacteristic of
energies shove..

running with abandon all people taste
like chicken, carbon statistic-
that mansions are often built with bones-
and when I lose my sanity, I know,
at least I will have seen.

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!!

The future and the past deserve all your desire
and the past nightmarishely inspires
you today.

Black on grey, it all remains inside, yesterdays hurt
scars and ***** laundry, undone once, reside
in cuts delivered, bravely,
you endured.

So, A ****** past red portrait
paints a bleak picture, yes.
but never let it
paint your tomorrow.

Jo Thomas sat on the trestle
pulling her hair back
wagging her feet
to and fro above the river's
below.

Recalling the boy she had met there
five years ago
and how he had left
her

It seemed , to her,
like a lifetime
since she had held his gaze
in hers.

It had only been a month.
But, to , youth, to
young love
a day
might be a century.

She heard the whistle,
two of them again,
he used to call her from the woods
with a shrill hello.

She felt the tremble
of the wood
she just sat there.

She wanted to belong to him.

So Jo Thomas
gambled , perhaps
they could be
in eternity.

no facts are sure no eminence is more gloried
no thoughts more pure
ten times the day is logged into
papers artifacts and journals
they say more than any book
real life the essences
of skin and flesh and bone
ten times the brain stems energy
into a theory a rainbow a painting a poem
written down under tears stains sobs
catching breaths
onto last months utility bill
or the latest eviction notice
a  masterpiece of hearted stone words lost
in the next day's trash pickup and the
***** stinking men sweating
running behind
the loud crushing metal truck the plastic
bins thrown casually into with
callous ignorance go the memories of lost souls
poets who might have made
Emerson cry choke
feel

gather sins while your victims turn
above their grave
while sounds of slime emit from ******* grime
but recall
a sinister rabid entranced wind
is waiting over the horizon
and will not be hesitant
to disembowel your grinning ***
while you feast now on other living beings
and oh, you had your fun!
You will see once come
after your light turns out
the suffering
of eternal
heat.

ok, now I get that it's all Fake News,
Like how Bob Mueller got a three-star General
on his knees licking boots,
And it seems weird Heil Trump's
been like a late August 1945 Adolph
been losing it,
rescinding public apologies
again questioning the
birthplace of Obama
reacting these last two days
to all the pressures building
**** it, we all know he knew. He is gonna be the
end of this drama. ****, he tried to persuade Comey
to end the investigation into Flynn. I was born at night, just not last night.
This is gonna be pretty as when Flynn
exited the courthouse
and was serenaded with the
same song he led at the convention against Hillary!  
Lock (him) up!  Lock (him) up!!!
I love to see a hypocrite get (his) due!

it ends in tonalities of spliced ends
some woven together others
jutting into nowhere dangling
like a Dylan song you love but don't
quite know all the metaphorical meanings to
of nowheres and space probes
sent to tickle you
on your own you must believe in
something more
special spacious
put meanings into amorous
trysts space gods
mystiques
unadorned with the accepted norms
a late night sobbing alone
cats and dogs your companions now
but knowing some outer space
visciously beautiful being
is gonna haunt you soon
and fly you off to the moon making passion
without touch a beam a laser like on your ******
tickles    get it doll

e-mail Hillary
tweet the Donald
but for God's sake
get out and vote!

I must be
             gettin' on
in years
              cause
I see boys
              chasing girls
wind blousing
                leaves around
as my seat
                  groans
looks down 'tween
                    moanins'
I sit
                          watchin'
Oh hell,
                       I 'm
growing.

just lit out of my pocket are
philosophies like a cigarette puff
on its essence I get swimmy headed,
on Frost's or *******'s,
or Whitman's, ways
and trip away giddy,
a varied revelation inspired by
what they so knew so well,
100's of years ago.
I will light
another.

a length of rope
bet you thought I might hang me,
no, I would unwind it,
try to figure out how it was made

remember when they brought out the new improved Coca Cola ?
Such a bad idea.
Looking back they had the right recipe
from the get.
Now that is a lesson for Hp
give me back the classic!

or a good plot rhyme or theme
make me see something
I might have taken for granted
give me words that *******
make me drunk high intoxicated
or stupid
in retrospect
make me say ****
now that is unique
that is a new way of saying what I felt and
could not, I speak to the mountains the mole hills
the largest and the small
the powered the weak
say something strong! Strong !!
Make a simile smile a
metaphor dance in my eyes dreamy.
Take my imagination to the edge of denial
then push me over into believing,
into that daydream that
fantasy we all need.
*** me up with words like I am
naked among a world of mermaids,
swimming in bays of
green
island
make believe
talk me to the limits, love;
for their is no other heaven
but what you make
no other hell in which you make
no world spinning but this, let's us
get heart
and give back and swirl and fly
because we
might  be human
and need to, after all.

Give me just one second more
A chance to see your smile again
Let me hold in mind your glow
Before you go out through that door

You say that time will make amends
glances once seen last forever
In the end and memories
Are ever sown
But how I shake and fear
Unknowns
I need the glow of your
Smile once more

And then too soon it passed to morn and all was left were
Fading fast into the dawn
As I slept I saw your eyes
And smile as keepsakes
In my waking life

Now I want to sleep again
And dream of promises said
on your lips as we walked
Hand in hand in clouds above
This worldly land.

Give me just one second more
For I'm not ready to dream
Alone

You feel it? The
Hum connecting
A rhythm
That thing we call soul
The artifact in us from
Stars.
The dance without music
We seek knowing a piece of it
When seeing or hearing it at a concert,
In another's body, a babies glow, the morning sun on a flowered valley
Truth that there is more, an epiphany
Of a thought, our reason.
Matter, it does, we do, nature does, each star glows every moon every living being connected in serial in depth in reality. Each being.
The slightest speck of dust.
Given enough time, we see

whereby I lost my ears
misplaced my senses
somewhere nearly now
close, close as my nose

among the rafters
holding the ceiling up
somewheres
above the plaster

entwined in webs,
in the boxes saved
from centuries paths
right, right there

I can find them
given time
given centuries
given a direction
given a day or three

The child cut up paper into feathers
A headdress
Another into feathers for a turkey
And the Indian child told the truth
Wept
And his tears were taken like the waters from his ancestors farms
To feather a white nest of
Lies and harm
Today the harm has
Been shrouded like the sun
Behind darknesses
And the native wanders
Alone
And truth cannot stop
The black cloud lies
From darkening
A legacy
Or the forests dying
On horizons
Of tall white
Concrete
Fallacies
Or the proud indigenous
Bearers
Passing into
Dream
Like shadows
In the trees

the cat meowed.
the dog yawned.
the pine tree swayed as it did yesterday.
then the moon dawned
on the horizon, luna feeling her
self overcome by the sun,
felt a need to pull the   tide
hard
the sailor ignored
he had a brave tail wind
until
the dog bit the tail
of the cat and the pine felt a bolt of lightning
the moon so high above delighting
any man to hold her in contempt
came from behind the clouds, suddenly
with frightening aplomb,
pulled and played with the waves
until the sailor
sought forgiveness.
And gave the moon her
full due.

glad I'm here on the edge
of the crystal water my toes
buried in soft sand
my brain numbed
by Margaritas and brilliant sun
glorified and incoherently
enjoying the
Fuque-it Islands.

backlit by acute rays awakening
dew clothed petals, like lovers lips sated
whisperings to the gentle kissed breaths,
  proper, dance the light shines proud
unafraid of the trees rigid

  jealous concealed in long lonely shadows
watching her stem aware, but uncaring,
  knowing her dance natural, the forest
the golden sky the wisp of cloud the trees animals
Mother Nature herself

glances , envying her beauty her freedom
  to feel to live ripe flowered healthy, loved by
crisp breezes and warming arms of goldeness,
  bravely standing naked in morning glory.

when words have wonder seem to
glow like the dawn over a mountain
a soft hush lush forest growing slow
on the edge of the portrait
and a meadow calls to you
out of the corner of your remembrances
cautious you tread the
path  leading on to not misstep
go beyond the boundaries
of the essence
very soft shoe mocassin
crept
tiptoed holding breath
to see nature's beauty unfold
there right there before
you in all it's glorious
colors smells glory
what stories do you tell
your children young
the myths of a theocracy
or those of the mountain queens and forest kings
the wise brave animals

today I have come full circle around
in perversity and  nuances
ask why if you are curious
my ****** thrills have been shown
too much on the internet
quickly finding
and watching so much
I got numb
I sought seeked sorted out some madness
in satisfactions
came up with one thing
that is hard to find
on google even when
incognito
I get a cheap thrill
knowing I am the only one
that gets off
on gnomes.
You can call me odd or off or
psychotic or deranged.
My neighbor who had ten
gnomes
and now five
calls me a thief.

to town with another
just had to
walk
mother warned me father
said no
futures are awakening after no more pasts
are all my dreams
sister grabbed my wrist
I walked
away looking at the fields trying
to remember them
my Labrador kept up halfway to town
as another car
rode by dust obliterating
the shadows
I didn't think I'd never go back home

sorry to interfere
with your little fantasy games
here
how you put pen to paper
to make your life
better
how you try to show
your superiority
how much you
know....
but the wise man
it was said
is afraid to tread
where *******
go blindly

It's always the new ones
tradition
Breaks rank with
suffering change is us old *****
Wearing suspenders and
Proper hats. Fedoras and cowboyed
Booted gray haired country lovers hate quite a lot, not to mention pull their goddammed pants up. Music
Holy hell where's that gone to?
One soundtrack a few words changed rehabbed **** turned up until
All you hear is thump thump thump.
Should only be 50 plus years old other side the ***** ***** can be arbiters of morality and law and educational agendas. We pay ALL the taxes for ***** sake.
Not to mention by time alone we have earned it!  Built the country you despise. One kneed ***** calling for equality!  It is. There's no racism.
How about we have white men's month?
Get it?  
You blame me you young disrespecting entitled punks.
Just know, we did this. We built this country the GREATEST IN THE WORLD!!
I'll be ****** i let foreigners in , and blacks to take control.
I'm going to listen to Tucker now. He knows.
Fox News knows.
Goodbye.

everything I see
is not always harmony
is off key
at times
I guess he may judge me
an idiot or be a true savior

and see me as a human creation with weaknesses
partly his fault and he gave to me dark to
highlight my strengths.

called


******* three AM  

fast asleep I didn't answer

that is when the earth shook
the 747 crashed and two people
aboard survived
and the survivors  appeared on CNN thanking God

I was having a dream about
babysitters I think or
raw bare muffs
muffins getting stuffed
i forget

anyways
I appeared in my dream all staring
back inside me laughing
you are an imbecile
my me said coarse
harsh

I then awoke
I ain't gonna take **** from my **** self
tried to call me out
fight like a man
you imbecile

I had divided thoughts
I and me presumed
and doubts along a thin line
left or right
and in between

as fisticuffs met jaws and legs tangled up
noses bent but
most of the damage went to
knuckles aching again

that night
God's office
didn't call
I don't
know why

I gave my solar plex a tug and flexed sumthing
maybe a lil' too much
I got up on the wrong side of the bed
and hit my head on the wall
it's just another weird day
she told me she was leaving, again,
last night so I got wired
and it's all just words
nothing ever seems to come of it
I been watchin'
got some beer and **** left and the tv
might just stall
on the couch and wait for
a soap opera
to get me stirrin'
I used to have no life,
go figger

the ****** to wrinkles
was light fast
from peach fuzz to long hair and bell bottoms
to disco slow  so painful from
Air Force discipline to self employed
along the way unemployed a lot
from the Beatles and Stones
hell I'll never outgrow them.

I was the youth wave once
groovy in the know
hip
then my twenty ninth birthday came and
I was still alive
not ready yet
to give it up saw
quite a future
in disco
then the ball dropped
on fifty
still I grooved
and held up my medallion
a Peace sign hung proud
around my neck
hair all down my back
a green Army jacket
on my arms
and  yes, still bell-bottomed jeans
and Roots boots just a little
protruding;
I just tie-dyed a new t-shirt,
sent my water pipe out for cleaning,
put CCR on the YouTube thing
tweeted
on my page ,
I am still here to all them
know it all youngens
who text at the speed
of light going through every
redlight

Through turnips
and year old hay
unnamed till then
I saw her yellow mane
flaming in the morning sun
and named her Golden.

There I saw the filly rise
into a spring song and wet her
nose in the pond
shake  her head and bray
proud I was of her.

Who shall be mating?
My youthful filly, growing into
her maturity, Black shadow, or
Orion, or Majestic, the white Arab
long and tall.

Gallop to my fence, my sweet , take this candy.
Absorb the sun and all the oats you can eat.
Run, like my forefathers free
and innocent.
Golden.

could I ever explain
will any words you transpire
will any alphabet portray
to you rose bush why
why I must take the flower from your stem

what beauty what wish
could make me **** one
to honor another?
Yet, ways of love what
may I give in forgiveness, thorns?

Dear, oh dearness growing
an honorary a remembrance,
may I return  her here,
for you to understand her glory,
prettier than growing alone,
is your flower
adorned her golden hair,

thus far two guilty pleas
two Trump insiders on house arrest
too many ******* lies too much Republican *******
it's coming down Donald
and though you were not a true
American, I question the birthright of every
alt-right bible thumping
prejudiced mother -******* white dude
who took my nation, stick a pin in your bubble
you are done prejudice is gonna be over, thank you Donald
for how this is gonna work out!

the saying is
kiss your *** goodbye
I been trying for two
months now and haven't got
my head close to ******* my own ****
let alone
getting all yoga'd and

being that bendable

were I could
I might never leave the house

a rare early day at relieiving stress
a shot at one fifteen of scotch
no less
took a care not less attitude
right then
turned off all six of my cellphones
put my feet up
twiddled my thumbs for
the first time in a decade
bills to pay **** them
my credit rating
sheeesh
when am I gonna go out and buy a Porsche
without cash
gotta  be kidding me
so I sit and languidly soak into a myst fall
from the cliff of civility
brave my wife to not make a salad how
'bouts we have just raw meat tonight
I see her blush
behind her apron strings
and today is god ****** good
for me