Cold and firmTranslucently greenA bit coagulatedMy Jello dreamThe one where ISay hello to my jelloAnd it echoes"Hello, hello."I wonder what Else is stuck in thereA floating cherryIs that a hair?Ewwwwww grossNow I feel sickI don't want my jelloI'll pass it off, quick!Did you see that trick?Now I have the bluesNext time I have jelloI'll make it with booze.
Out there where the river flows, is where the desert owns all and the time has come to say fair’s fair, and a fact is a fact. The Southwestern Desert lives and breathes like all living things do, and somehow it helps this heart of mine and there is a long way to go and I know that I have been here before. And maybe one day all the sorrows will end and all the troubles will finally go. With many a road having been followed...
Beyond beliefIn disrepairI found my pastAlone out thereThe wreckageI can not graspHappy memoriesFlooding fastDilapidationsAnd sinking mastsThe desolationI will not graspWhat has happened?Doesn't anyone careA piece of historyI'd hoped to shareBut it wasn't thereA fact I can not grasp"No more castanets."I remember nowWe saved a lot of fishAnd ported every bowPoor and starving somehowI'm beginning to graspHundreds of boatsSa...
A little ditty for my Doodle Bug Just sitting on the lanaiPossibly getting highPondering time gone byAnd all we’ve been thru How it’s gone so fastAnd we know it is in the pastBut the struggles always lastThey just do! Luckily, I have you The Rabbit’s ticking clockTumbling in the darkI thought this was a park?And there you are I wish you were hereLaughing without fearEverything calm and clearWe’ll go to the bar I love all...
The low unsettling beat of the drum, making me wonder, have I come undone? Again? I swear it never ends. Thank goodness I have friends whom I adore and am, as stated, grateful for. Sometimes my life is such a bore and I find myself not wanting more. Not wanting anything, really. Hope. Always hoping and praying to a god that is never fully explaining. Is this for real or some sort of training? What comes next? I hope less...
How could you?Send me a poem so crappyClaiming it to be sappy?I hope you are happy.I read it.You asked me to followYou spit, I swallow,But your poem has no flowNor a dipNot a single solitary beatAlthough some words are sweet,Not the part that goes "skeet skeet"Try again?If you have something to showMaybe with some ebb and flowBut that last piece of crap...Just NO***banter and fun. Also a bit to myself. Lol. Sometimes I wr...
The hour is quiet and full of potential here just after nightfall, and I can hear what can be called a symphony of keepers out in the distance. Feeling the wind picking up, and feeling cold as if it is a harbinger of the coming winter with a taste of snow it. Seeing the strange skies as I stand here on the road in what might be called a moonlight mile with silence flowing like the airways on a radio. And taking one more m...
Are you sleeping and can you hear me, or does it matter if you hear me? There was a time when we had a time, with night time finding us at the shore or elsewhere and then again you never know where things will take us. And tonight the horse and carriage will be on its way, to take us away and to possibly see another English sunset, and closer from where we started in those moments shared with you, so take my invitation an...
I have heard them say that the Devil’s in the details and I know exactly what they mean, and these are strange times we are currently living in and maybe it’s true what Lennon said about strange days having found us? With simulated sunsets and starlight dazzling my eyes and wondering for how long things will go this way, and have me feeling like I am walking through the wasteland with the ghost(s) in the machine(s), as I...
Sitting here and feeling as if the room has cleared of all the smoke that was in it, and I am more than most know or see as they think of me being both seen and unseen as well as heard and not heard as if I don’t exist. And I know the reaper kneeling and watching all that I have seen, and has me wondering if it will save my humanity? With that game to last for all eternity with no escaping and conviction seems to follow o...
Some things never change and silent prayers are still said for the departed, along with those things that are never said and are still better off left alone and unsaid. In most cases all I ever asked was to be taken as I am, and I know I am not magnificent in any way and had been fooling myself that I was. It’s my life and I know I won’t live forever, and still I decided and have been doing things my way. Standing tall an...
The world has recognized the love I feelAnd so they wonder at my constant sighs.They know I love my lover, that's for real,And weep whene'er I win, then lose, the prize.I simply must believe they understandThat no one ever loved like this before.Accepting that it's true, they think it's grand,And know such passion lasts forevermore.No one will criticize the things I write.No one begrudges what I share with them.My love be...
Yes, I understand that every life must end, and as we sit alone knowing that there will be one day that we must go. Wondering who are those that will stay with me and I know that my sins are well practiced, and under everything lies just another human being? At times I have been a fool, and no-one knows this better than me, as I attempt to come clean. Remembering when I lived in those high desert plains and surrounded by...
Fragments of memories seem to be surfacing from places down deep, and many a road I have been heading down and trying to find what’s in my mind with each passing day. And I know that one can become accustomed to living with memories, with there being times when I feel so alive and having my heart feel like it is opened up like a shotgun blast. Nobody seems to care where I am going or where I am from, and occasionally I am...
Their cunning voices coyly soothed his fear.Their whispers damp and cool, a subtle treat. They tempted him with pledges, in each ear, To sate his every bliss, most welcomed feat. The charms of ageless beauty drew him nigh.Pervasive sparkling visions swelled his dreams.Soft dainty fingers stroked, eyes meet his eye, Lest he resist such sweet seductive schemes.They trusted he would not withstand desire,Each nymph beguiling...
