Wrapped in plastic
Capped in brass
All it takes is a tap
To hear my blast

My mind eye
Like a shotgun’s spread
Wide, and devastating
My ***** like buckshot
Steel.

No words are left
To explain how I feel
But I do know this
That I will not yield
I will not kneel

I know not why I started fighting
But I know why I keep fighting

I may not be precise
I may not be new
I am of not the chosen few
But I can pay what is due
in the end my might will show through

Lost in the grain
without the sun and moon,
just the darkness and gloom
chilled to the bone in the rain

Without direction
No plans, no desires
just a heart and worn advice
I sit in solemn reflection

If it has not always been this way
Can I walk out the way I came in?
I don't know

I'll wait till the grain drys
and my thoughts are ready for harvest

While((myYearsLeft.size())!=0){
        byYourSide=true;
        myLove++;
        }

You may work hard,
keeping your head down.
You may keep your hand up
and mind open.
You may be friendly or introverted.

You are free to your virtues and vices
To do what makes you happy,
and spend time with any and everyone.

but never attach yourself to anyone.
That's the only Rule.

If you do, they'll all leave you,
and take with them all you had.

Lives among us never change
the story remains the same
times don't change
and most importantly neither do we

Men come of boys
rebel against their fathers
love their mothers
and hate the world they've just inherited

Women come of girls
grow apart from their shame
and blossom complete and true
ready to tend a world loved by few

Sacrifices made
are for none
are for one another
and for themselves.

Risks are taken
rules are breakn'
Smiles of ours faken

We grow to love the lost
And regret
never realizing
how good we had it

until it

like life

is gone.

I, the bird, to this marine world
looked back up at the bastion of mine
from a new perspective.
The brass propellers,
the ‘streamlined’ shape of the beast,
seemed insignificant, to the beasts of God below.

I insignificant,
out of place,
in a way that awed a part of me
A vortex of swelling frigidity replaced the air of my world,
I spit out the tube
lurched back to my reality

My scape.
I saw the bright yellow
pale blue, above,
and a squadron of orange tipped tubes floating
about the rippling white capped sea.
The pearl again white, and pure.
The Voices fluttered about, and grins were sent our way.
I looked inside for my knot of fear,
it dissipated,
impossible to reassemble as dry sand.

water drained from my tube
outstanding figures below were gone.
All that was left was the shadow of the boat,
a couple dozen still to my rear approaching.

But the serenity and rush were gone.
The perception of the sea’s attitudes on my weak flesh,
the fear of the unknown,
vaporized like boiling ice.

The whole experience lost, and replaced.
Urgency lost, I floated about on the plane between two of God’s worlds.
Neither of which we truly understand.

head kept low
Axe fell disrupting years of Earth's work
pulling uh'way the weeds
flattening and conforming the dirt 'round
man's grape vine

Order n' Control
Rocks, grass, and bugs removed
all in place for man's green grapes
alone in the yards
there be peace in the Order
The Order of the Man's Vines

Blow for blow the ground gave through
plants grew - none but I knew
that besides grapes none but dust would pull through

Destruction gave Order
Order gave peace
peace gave tomorrow
tomorrow plants the seeds of opportunity
and the dust amongst the dew

Look'd to the sky above
head look'd 'round
settlements reminded I of the weeds
to the sky's yard

And the yards reminded I that we aren't but
dust among the dew
in Life's Order of the Vines

**' brethren
**' hounds of thine dwelling
**' men of rhyme
**' men of crime

Thine Fellowship dost proclaim
a size larger than mine own name
but woe to ye, tis mine to claime fame

To slander your Mother - your mistress
Without qualm - without distress
To the ladies of god I do impress
No matter your efforts I do protest

I am the duke, you a mere governess

to ye I ask
dost thou even hoist?
To carry 10 to 12 boys before mine pits moist

My morals, my appeal
are none to be contended with
always greater than yer' zeal
Mine own rhymes wicked from bark to pith

I dost ask ye to attempt mine own game
But prepare to be shamed.

What could be more disheartening
than to fail those close to you
And to thus fail yourself-- watching success depart

No goal, no ambition
No passion, no itchin'
I know not who I am, to I
to others' outside my mind's eye
No longer a longing.

A world outside
One separate in

If they do  not care

why should I

Dried whisps crack
The skeletons of dreams once had
to dust and never back

Cool wind tugging at patience
the sun's warmth barely enough to be glad
to have hope without being fallacious
it's a hard trick -- you must be gracious

hold tight to the paths we know
hung on the weak- we shake in the wind

tenaciously we hold
grasping for future bright -- and bold
the future white --  and not yet told

someday you'll share your tale
spread you seed, bask in the sun with glory
but the sun will set without fail
and winter's bitter cold will come for me

tenaciously we will hold
grasping for the past bright -- and story old
the past white -- and yet to unfold

z.m.

Like the moon calls the sea
I wish you to be with mea
we meet and part
each time a pain in my heart

Without you my eyes grow dull
and my muscles ache
you give me liveliness and soul
every morning leaving you is a mistake

Each night you ****** me with sweet nothings
Each night your embrace warms and soothes the stings
We don't talk to each other but travel to worlds surreal
Five senses for my heart and hands to feel

Every summer night we were between the seams
Showing each other's dreams
my love a fire, I'm ready to commit
burning red to orange and dull but to never quit

Tonight I want to sleep with none other
but you

my bed

z.m.

I have this feeling of insolubility
that cannot be quenched,
hunger without satisfaction,
fatigue that eternity’s dark warmth could not soften.
I continue to search for something to bring me peace
and nothing is clearing the sand from my eyes.
I sleep hours longer than I ever used to, but suffer all the same.
I don’t know where to go, or who to see. What am I looking for?
Something past the gray gloom shrouding my mind’s eye.
However poetic I sound, this is how I feel these past weeks.
I continue on. Driving through the fog, uncertain what’s ahead,
uncertain still of who I am now, and what the significance of the past means to me.
Suicide is beneath me, as is screaming bouts of rage.
These emotions cannot be quite expressed
through such primal actions,
and thoughts of the self deprecating nature.
Like my car covered in the morning dew, I drive on.
I don’t see where I’m going, but rather feel it,
a memory of the days’ past.
My body lingers on.
In the routine it’s under, trudging along without purpose.
I wipe the windshield but the fog returns
never acknowledging my efforts.
The sun too is against me,
refracting its rays through the water further ruining my perception.
Desensitized to my monotony, I continue on.
z.m.

It was there he lay thinkin' 'bout his day
the closing days of the year last,
'twas then he'd be a man, and have to sail under his own mast
but the winds stagnant as they be he'd nay sail out his own bay
sad as the sea, his heart heavy as the anchor weigh
like n' anchor on da' sea below he shows the rust of his past
he sits alone with his eyes lost; heavier than stones of ballast
wishin' for not soft winds, but torrents of a blistering storm night and day
N' 'bitious young lad, itchin' to go
But like the Anchor he'll stay, below the ladder's lowest rung
Unlike the Anchor he be, he strives to be a Sailor Free
Silly as it be the barnacles and rust be all there be, the angel's last song sung,
No runnin' away, no cargo to hide away in stow,
No words left to say, only a lump at the end of the Anchor's tongue.

z.m.

Converted Ride
z.m.

Digital?
Not a chance.
1’s? 0’s?
Not for my heroes.
Not the same song and dance
Music strong and authentic; not trivial
All tunes in Analog
Colors cool and warm
Engines burn too hot
Bedda’ cool ‘em down
Gotta keep it under
Control but I can’t take it!
Drums faster and faster inside
Hot wind blowing on my afternoon ride
Fingers thumping on the steering wheel
It’s all about that rock n’ roll feel.