Just Because

It's all about the haves and have nots,
the who's who of what's hot,
who cares about reality when deception is a frailty,
fragility and stability are curators of nobility,
exception to the rules changing the direction with your tools,
a snarling dog drools,
can't you see it you crazy ass fools?,
hooking up in the dimension of retention and the military men standing at attention,
breaking the rules again,
breathtaking reception with a snaggle toothed grin,
sit back relax and unwind the rewind of once was and were kind,
talking and stalking the exceptions to your mind,
it gets even better with age is what they say,
but who is they and why do they say?,
stretching beyond the point of returning,
it's churning and re-learning the thoughts in your mind,
that's because my words are one of a kind,
I say what I want and that's what I say,
just wanted to share my thoughts for the day...

Who really knows?

To the kingdom we go,
no matter the fight or what's left to show,
eventually it comes,
and you stand there and stare,
not wondering why,
but who brought you there,
the light is so bright and at the same time so warm,
you feel safe and happy for nothing you've scorned,
in a blinding light that leads to the divine,
the ending you wanted for all to be fine,
some don't believe,
if they don't are they done,
or will all be forgiven by the all holy one,
will there be questions that have to be answered,
or will all be ok for nothing you've tampered,
it's just a though for someone like me,
always what if or why do they see,
would I be shunned or would they hold out a hand,
to someone that was blind and had their head in the sand,
or what if I'm right and there is no light,
where will we go just off in the night?
there's things I believe and I do not push one,
is it just me or have we all won,
we have our own minds,
and for that we are free,
to believe what we want,
is a wonderful thing,
again I'm not saying that you cannot believe,
I am just saying what if we all leave.....

Isn't it strange

Isn't it strange how people stare into the nothing,
where the things that crawl are looking for something,
Isn't it strange the way the sky is blue,
when we know that beyond  there is nothing to do,
Isn't it strange how the snowflakes have shapes,
when we finally catch them on our tongue there's no taste,
Isn't it strange how a rainbow has colors,
and they all have the size and the end of no other,
Isn't it strange how fish they can breath,
while under the water with no help from me,
Isn't it strange how people we age,
and to come to the findings that we're all on a stage,
Isn't it strange how the earth has rotation,
with this we can't feel from even our nation,
Isn't it strange how we cry when were happy,
and then people they laugh because we are sappy,
Isn't it strange how we complain about snow,
then when the children they see it it's time for a show,
Isn't it strange how wars are fought,
it never is funny but they're the endless what not,
Isn't it strange how the water it flows,
and then when it storms oh how the wind blows,
Isn't it strange how the weeks are so long,
and we look forward to the two days at the end of the song,
Isn't it strange that this is so strange,
to only just say things,
Isn't it strange...

Enough

She awoke one morning with a glaze in her eyes,
she was fed up with all the deceit and the lies,
the pushing and shoving and the calling of names,
there is no more time for there hurtful games,
she pains and she suffers and no one can see,
that she is no longer considering this a place she must be,
if people would of just stopped and backed off,
the tension and the tears would be likely to wear off,
she went to her teachers and nothing was done,
all the mean kids at school were still having their fun,
she talked to her mom and still nothing was done,
and that's when she knew that they had all won,
the crying and sobbing and the feelings of dying,
were getting closer and closer for her to start trying,
the pain is within and no one can see,
that the friends that she wanted would just never be,
that night she laid in her bed,
with that glazed look again and that's what was said,
in the morning she awoke from a dreary nights slumber,
and she went off to school with her blank thoughts of wonder,
something was different for some reason she seen,
the kids were not picking and nor were they mean,
and then she looked down and saw herself wandering,
you see that night she laid down,
she swallowed some pills,
and her pain is all gone for now she is still.

This is something that thousands of school kids go through everyday.  We need to help them before this is their fate.  Bullying and picking may seem harmless but it all adds up.  Never ignore a child in need of your help.  Next time you see someone getting picked on or bullied step in and stop it.  This can be the difference between life and death in some cases.

Free To Be

Masterful sensations and trivial temptations,
belonging to the league of a thousand nations,
waking in the morn and hearing the fog horn,
caffeine dream with continuous screams,
reality barks at you and nips like a dog,
when you'd rather roll in the mud and act like a hog,
take a step back and look in the mirror,
the more you look and it will get clearer,
reality is just a thought of me,
not caring about what not to be,
free verse station and the structured renovation,
causing the leaning of the tower of patience,
not knowing why or what the outcome will be,
it's always been best just to live free...

The Haves of What Not

Masterful minds of the undeniable kind,

twisting and turning and feeding the burning,

liking the night of the endless hate flight,

ripping the dreams of a man who is daring,

pass him up once and you are uncaring,

I'm feeling the strain from the financial pocket pain,

blaming only he who inherited the rains,

no side is right nor are they wrong,

just expecting the slam of a gold shimmered gong,

they fight and they swear,

they stab and they stare,

the debate about things which the people show care,

their answers the same and it's never the one that the people are waiting to hear when you've won,

elected officials who are here to help,

just drive the spike deeper this trend we can't help,

they try to tell the poor how to live and what to do,

but they have never been there,

so to them...I say F you!

every four years we get the chance to renew,

and it's never the answer to the end of who's who,

by the people and for the people is just an old saying,

because this message my friends,

the politicians aren't saying,

they will pad their pockets with the money we give,

that is stolen through taxes...yeah all the blood that we give,

in hopes that next time will be the one that will live,

all these words that I say may fall on deaf ears,

but the people are sick of the hard times and years,

lets get it right with the one who can lead,

away from the conflicts and the soldiers that bleed,

one day we will have all that we want,

but as for now...we are the haves of what not...

A Friend

A friend is someone who is there when you need them and that will do what they can to help you get through tough times. A friend is someone who will cancel their plans just to comfort you when you are feeling sad. A friend will NEVER lie to you no matter what! Everyone needs a friend in their life to help them through hard times and to share the good. Sometimes family is just not the answer. It is a true friend that can be the key....

Tension

Exchange your glances with the hideous trances of the sill sitting tramps on the river of temptation,

can't explain when, why, or where it all became creation,

believing of the things that no others can see,

and hoping the world will live in harmony,

blind shot in the dark of reality,

the exception to the rules becomes a fatality,

it's not peace that becomes the reason for insanity,

it's the pressing of the things that are beyond reality,

one exchange and all will change,

the pushing back and forth will start to get serious,

hoping that in the end they won't have to bury us,

it's funny that they said that they'll have our back in this,

creating a craze that becomes ridiculous,

and exposing the reason we all are involved in this,

elected officials and superficial presidents,

try to speak for the rest of us,

who don't want a part in this,

the frantic scramble to get to the exodus,

sometimes becoming to real, so man I am done with this.....

Exception to the Rules

Exception to the rules,

lose your train of thought you incredible fools,

can not find the way back and no longer ride the one way track,

it is just a thing.... that is what was once said,

but does it really matter,

what goes on in his head,

is it fun, is it thoughts, is it blank with no faults,

does he care or can he care,

would he care if he could,

you see that he's there from time to time,

the one thing that catches his eye is the shine from a dime,

sometimes you look and you swear that he smiled,

this one will not be a name of a patient that's filed,

you can see the fight in his eyes when he gazes into yours,

you can tell that he's fighting to become what once he had been,

It was early AM when came yells from the room,

they were words of elation heard from the station,

and as they arrived they saw him standing there asking for a slice and a lazy boy chair...

Moonlight Ride

Sometimes always broken,

windshield getting near,

car on it's side,

lose your buzz after getting high,

riding down the spine of the gypsy in the fall,

accelerate thinking your beyond it all,

to your surprise it has not yet been,

from ditch to ditch and side to side,

the car thrown about like an amusement park ride,

yells of fright and a weary white light,

suddenly it all stops,

no sounds, no noise you could hear a pin drop,

is everyone ok ? are the first words to me muttered,

 a yes here and yes there and soon all have recovered,

smelling the gas from the car on it's side,

passenger is I who is looking at the ground,

we are all out and looking around,

what could of happened is the thought to be found,

we all light up a smoke and then take a good look,

we almost became another statistic in the fatality book,

butt out the smokes and gather to one side,

we push the car over and begin a new ride....

Taken

The legions of rich taking the breath of the blue collar depths,

Holding their heads high watching the uninsured die,

Lining their pockets with the blood we supply,

Can’t do nothing but count down the time,

It’s gonna come full circle in a Robin Hood crime,

They take this, they take that, they take my last dime,

No more time for the simple protest of blood lettered signs,

The man takes everything we’ve earned,

 Burning the gasoline oceans of the oil slick churns,

Cutting off the people with the only human concerns,

On the brink of anarchy to support the cause of lower class laws,

Speculate and raise the prices, to put money in the pockets of the politician freaks that caused this damn crisis,

No one cares about the little guys that support and defend and give their lives,

The end the end bullets and blood flying to open the eyes of the rich crowbars prying,

Wake up the government and overthrow the run of it,

By the people and for the people and that should be the sum of it……..

The Ones

Born into the world as an innocent child,
not exposed yet to the world of the wild,
learn to walk and learn to talk,
learn to read and learn to succeed,
enter school at a ripe young age,
through the years we grow,
girlfriends and boyfriends, best friends and sleepovers,
seeing the world now through the eyes of the media,
things happen and we can no longer shelter ourselves from the truth,
wars rage and people die, people serve and their loved ones cry,
turning 18 and going to graduate soon,
begin the ride of the recruiters swoon,
cap and gown on and pictures being taken,
off to boot camp in a month all the hands I've been shaking,
once again it's graduation day,
dress right eyes front it's time to parade,
see my family again before I embark on my mission,
once again pictures to be taken and hands to be shaken,
one last hug and a kiss on the cheek,
from my mom and my dad with smiles on their faces,
I see the tears as sadness appears,
we love you, write often, are the last words to be said,
a turn and salute and a nod of my head,
flight to nowhere is concerning and scary,
I step onto the tarmac and see all the weary,
It's time for my first patrol at just 18 years old,
not knowing if I will ever return to the life that I learned,
yelling and screaming and shots in the air,
this stuff is real so why don't they care,
my best friend is now draped with a flag,
one last salute then back to mom and dad,
been a year now it's time to go home,
it's veterans that made this country today,
for those who will never get to come home,
we are living free because of your courage,
thank you forever for your freedom endeavor,
one last salute for you now and forever....

Bright Darkness

The day has suddenly become dark,
as all that could be heard is the wind whipping through the trees,
the feeling and the urge has become strong and ready for me to embark on a journey through the colors,
gazing upon the spectrum of life that has confused the masses with a serious misrepresentation belonging to the once fallen and the ones who will fall again,
it is in time that all things can be mended even the souls of the unintended bold,
it takes time to become a demon of desire as the addiction runs through your veins like wildfire,
eventually the tidal wave will pass over you leaving you beaten and down,
it is your true friends that will then be found,
not to let you slide again into the winding funnel of turmoil and temporary joy,
no longer a marionette of substance,
the sun shines on your face again with warmth and comfort,
the end came near but now the beginning can begin...

Home

It was the beginning of fall and already the leaves had changed to brown.  There was a heaviness about the air that made it hard to breath at times.  Out on the front porch was a rocking chair that never stopped rocking even when there was no wind.  I had just moved into this old gray house with weathered white shutters and already I felt like I was home.  I felt as if this was the place that I have been waiting to live my whole life and then one day it all changed.  It was about four o'clock in the morning when I heard a slamming against the windows.  I arose quickly and in a frightened state from my soft and comfortable bed.  My heart nearly jumped out of my chest.  I looked over towards the window and seen that the shutters had come unlatched.  I walked over and opened the window and started to pull the shutters closed, when without warning I heard loud footsteps rapidly approaching from behind me.  A voice shouted in my ear "it's time!".  I turned around so fast that I almost fell.  Before me was an old man with black teeth and white eyes.  I was now so frightened that I could not move or breathe.  With one quick extension of his arms the old man shoved me out of the opened window. I fell rapidly to the ground where I hit my head on the stairs of the front porch.  I slowly looked over and with blurry vision from the blood running into my eyes I saw the old man rocking in the rocking chair.  He had a big smile on his face and angry white eyes.  He was humming and eerie tune, and then he started singing in a low and crackly voice.  "I have seen the gates of hell and nothing can be done, I will walk to your front door and there you will be gone."  He kept singing this repeatedly and I could do nothing.  I was paralyzed from my neck down.  My head was fixed so it was aiming right at the old man.  He wouldn't stop singing and his white eyed glare felt as if it were ripping my soul apart.  Again I tried to move with no success not even a twitch.  Next thing I noticed was that the old man was gone from the rocking chair on the porch but the chair was still rocking back and forth back, and forth with each rock of the chair it was accompanied by a creaking noise made by the hundred year old wooden boards on the porch.  I could no longer hear the old man singing or humming.  I think that this frightened me even more, because now I had no clue where he was.  Then all of the sudden I heard the old man again.  This time he was standing directly over me and he was saying repeatedly in a grinding hoarse voice, "it is time, it is time, it is time!  He kept saying it and he was now about six inches from my face and I could smell his rotten breath.  I could feel the fear running through my veins.  It was a fright in which I had never felt before, I knew no that I was going to die.  Just as that thought crossed into my mind I saw the old man's arm raise up into the air and he was holding an ice pick.  He said one more time "it is time" and then he said "I am going to gut you child and hang your insides on the branches of the trees!".  I wanted to close my eyes but I couldn't.  I could feel my body shaking but still I could not move.  Suddenly, I heard an old screechy voice say "Harold stop it right now, I like her!"  I knew that this was the old man's name as he jerked his head in the direction of the voice.  I also looked in the same direction and the voice was coming from the rocking chair where there was an old white haired woman holding what appeared to be a glass of lemonade.  Then everything went black.  I awoke in the morning with my clothes wet from the dew.  I could feel my body and I reached up to feel how bad my head had been split open, there was nothing there.  No blood, no nothing.  I stood up and walked up the stairs onto the porch when from out of nowhere I heard a voice say "good morning sweetheart, your home now."  I looked over and sitting in not one but two rocking chairs was the old couple that I had encountered the night before.  The old women smiled at me, as did Harold with his black teeth.  Just as quickly as they had appeared the old couple disappeared.  I have been in the house now for ten years and still every morning the old couple sits out on the porch in their rocking chairs just watching the world go by.  I know now that I am home.

The Fire

Dropping off of the trees onto the forest floor,
the seed of life becomes once more,
it sprouts and grows and reaches toward the light,
it thickens and becomes a rigid landmark for journeys embarked,
it seems like forever it stands apart,
growing even more throughout the seasons,
passing by the time by reaching out to the sky,
the air was calm and the sky was blue,
but off in the distance a gray cloud grew,
after hundreds of years of standing it's ground,
it needs to run or only ashes will be found,
off in the distance which is getting near,
a bright orange hue is fire it fears,
feeling the heat throughout its limbs,
just watching and waiting until it begins,
it's getting closer it can smell the end,
it cannot move just stay and defend,
It reaches the base of the once mighty marker,
it's bark is charring and the sky is getting darker,
the sap is popping and bubbling and crackling,
then a loud thunderous noise is heard in the far,
the droplets of life are coming it sees,
and now is the feeling of a cooling wet breeze,
the smoke is subsiding and the heat it is dull,
for the clouds that bring life are endlessly full,
its hitting the leaves and hammering the flames,
the rain has been falling for hours clouds drained,
mother nature has come to protect it's forest greens,
and now for the cycle it's time to resume,
one-hundred more years is good to presume...

Flow

Turning the pages of the dishonest man,
intriguing to some but to others a brand,
falling from the fan vibrating in the window,
of course there's nothing to be seen until we go,
displacing the faces of the fire kiln vases and exchanging the glares of reflective nightmares,
I feel the need to jump at the throat of an angry mob,
time zone that thrives in the misty dry skies,
crazy, eccentric, euphoric at times picking up pieces and following dimes,
hurdling walls and temperament falls to the knees of the waitress with the glass shattered halls,
displacing and skipping through time like the claws of a demon ripping flesh as blood draws,
anger a release is all that is needed when dropped to your knees it's luck that's been seeded,
faith is a feeling that you have or you don't,
not needing the stages of the boot wearing goat,
one exception to the rule is to glare at your reflection in the treacherous pool,
to see what has been and to never again,
your turn at the time makes intention your fuel....

The road

Waking up early one morning I decided to go for a drive and view the colorful fall foliage.  It was about 55 

degrees out and the morning fog was thick in spots.  The fresh smell of the leaves and the glistening of the 

dew were like a perfect recipe for the senses.  About ten minutes outside of town there is a long and windy 

road that leads up to one of my favorite spots to target practice.  I turned off of the main road onto the dirt 

and gravel covered road that will lead me to my destination...or so I had thought.  Just out of the site of the 

last barn there is a sharp corner that leads to the final stretch.  All of the sudden there was a huge explosion 

and a blinding flash.  My ears were ringing and in the confusion I had driven off from the road and directly 

into a patch of thorn trees.  I opened the door with all the strength that I could muster and fell hard to the 

damp forest floor.  Thinking to myself what had just happened, I was confused and still could not hear 

anything except for the loud ringing in my ears.  I leaned against the car so I could gain my composure.  

The only thing I could hear was yelling and screams of pain.  The voices were muffled and it was 

impossible to understand what was being said.  All that I could tell was that something was seriously wrong 

and I had to figure out what the hell was happening.  Suddenly another loud bang and a flash, I went to turn 

and see where the sound had came from but I could only see smoke and clouds of dust lingering in the 

humid fall air.  As I turned back I noticed my car was gone, it had just vanished into thin air.  I had no 

explanation at this point and the only thing that I could think to do is get up and run as fast as I could and try 

to find my way back to the road.  After about twenty seconds I came to a dead stop.  I could not believe 

what I was seeing.  In front of me was an entire regiment of Union soldiers.  Not sure if they could see me I 

started toward them with a sense of not knowing what would happen once they seen me.  I was scared and 

could not stop myself from drawing closer and closer to the soldiers.  Suddenly all at once as if an order was 

given, all of the soldiers aimed their weapons at me and without any apprehension at all, they opened fire.  

Once again there was an amazingly loud explosion and a blinding white light.  Was I dead?  I could feel a 

hand on my shoulder and suddenly the ringing in my ears was gone, like it had never been there.  Then I 

heard a sweet and familiar voice, " daddy, it's time to get up.  Breakfast is ready."

NOTHING

I was just thinking about nothing and decided to share it.  It is interesting that nothing at times can be the most intersting thing going on.  It is nice to have nothing to do sometimes, but eventually it all comes down to how bored will you let yourself get before nothing isn't interesting anymore.  I was sitting outside on my back porch just enjoying the quiet nothingness and the fresh fall air.  As I looked around I realized that there was really nothing going on at all.  This may sound like a boring afternoon, but to me the small bits of serenity that we get are more important than wasting the nothing that we have.

White Height Top

Chase the bird with a plastic cat,
 then shoot the purple pigeon that ate the rat,
a zimp looks at you and it's brain is yellow,
 people always smilin' and sayin' hello,
your tears are like warships drifting in your skin,
 like a white height top the ultimate sin,
chip you lighter on a bottle cap,
 runch the rack on your cat,
 the cat had horns did you know that,
lick the ashes off the bottom of a lake and your hair gets longer like a three headed snake,
the bikes in the road and it hits the windshield,
 it's like talking to your posters with a flag on your tongue,
pain frightening,
ride a streak a bolt of lightning,
swish or swoosh who really cares it's just a damn sign that everyone wears,
from the roof of your mouth, little things moving without your help.....