Twisted

Twine of life turned,

burned and spurned,

around the trunk of the heart,

to rise despite the whirlwinds,

the endless blasts

from contorting challenges.

Resilient souls duel

against the weathered wafts

though crippled by that snaring storms

inside the steadfast spirit thrives,

defiant against the inclement plots

ever finding the sky above

and stretch the limbs of quintessence

upwards in ascending gleams.

 

Though time bends the body’s bark,

should the shadows tower over the light,

what grows against the termites of angst

comes from a sap that flows

from the place inside

rooted to truths that will not die.

 

Anchored and strong

in the middle of seasons

when each dream leaf has fallen,

still standing and enduring

on that soil where the heart was planted.

 

And when the night comes

there remains a calm

because the survivor inside

always can see sunrise.

I’m Screaming From A Lite Christmas

It’s Christmas in California’s once golden state

where Santa Claus’s might not come on his sleigh,

because the new pollution regs might make him late,

rumors are his flights have been banned by the EPA!

 

Forget the carols and buying gifts so very deluxe

for all the tax hikes are leaving us completely broke,

plus unemployment is so high and the economy sucks

with our politician’s making our decisions that are a joke.

 

But us stalwart natives will still find some season’s cheer,

even if we have dig it out of some dump to make it work,

so that some garbage looks like gold with enough beer,

which is all you can do when government goes berserk.

 

Oh well have some turkey for dinner if all goes well

and the health department doesn’t rule them as cancer risks,

like they’ve done with all but what toxic plants expel

since they contribute to elections with some money disks.

 

Now will be time to mosey over to that outlet mall

look for crap that is cheap and won’t break in one day,

stuff in an expensive box while in the bathroom stall

then pretend it was priceless presents that we gave away.

 

If were lucky we’ll survive without a new ton of debt

since the lawmakers keep wanting to suck us dry,

who keep thinking of their lies we will forget

while taking expensive vacations without saying good-bye.

 

So well cope and drown our misery with spike egg nog,

watch a used copy of “It’s a wonderful life,”

warm ourselves by the light of a fake fireplace’s plastic log

then dream of bureaucrats who we carve up with a knife.

 

Samantha Reruns?

 

“Hey babe, what’s on the tube?”

 

“It’s a new show, very heart wrenching.”

 

“Oh so it’s like a tool show?”

 

“No, it is one that keeps me abreast of changes.”

 

“Cool, where’s the tits then?  I don’t see any.”

 

“Um, just perhaps you ought to watch a bit and get informed.”

 

“I got it, this is an info-mercial. What they selling?  If it is that

male enhancer product, already got a supply.”

 

“That’s good.  But really you might find it interesting.”

 

“Got anybody blown up or good junk like that?”

 

“Sorry.  Only some very good insightful and beautiful drama

 

“Ah, chick junk.”

 

“Whatever.”

 

“Say is there any ice cream in the freezer?”

 

“There will be when you get there.”

 

“I don’t know how you do that, it sure is a great trick.  Wish you would teach me someday.”

 

“I’ll think about it.”

 

“Thanks.”

 

As he moves to get his creamed treat.

sister continues to watch the program,

really does wish her mom hadn’t

gotten inspired to have an affair with a mortal

after watching Bewitched,

but at least he’s harmless and housebroken.

The Last Ride

Edges of reality stretch along the road

from towns for tears and prisons

towards the places not on any map.

 

Vivid in the mind as a collage of blurs

seen in a haze as home never been.

Heart holds onto the frail sanity

by silencing the questions

over why the street is so bumpy

and never has any exits

to anywhere that isn’t

an amusement park of vaporous thrills

or a parking lot for hearse that are occupied.

 

A glance upon the terrain

where fences bar the freedom

sees the scarecrows

placed their as the trolls of discrimination.

 

Vagabond heart feels the tremors inside

from the quakes in restlessness

to crave a home from this traveling,

somewhere beyond the idle emptiness.

 

Suited with a nomad cloth,

leather made from scars,

finally at peace over this journey

for you can’t find paradise

from looking in a rear view mirror.

 

Where time and thought

wrap around the mind,

the past becomes a post card

and tomorrow the destination

hoped will match the dream.

High Voltage Highs

My joy was a fount of endless smiles,

a paradise found for my commuter ailments,

no more a prisoner to the gas companies,

I was free, free, free

because I bought a super deluxe set of wheels

called the Lightning Rod 3000,

couldn’t wait to try it out,

just recharging was suppose to be so easy.

 

Gone would be the pump pain

for now electricity, clean and without pollution

would be my transportation heaven.

 

Course they left out a few details

like where it had to connection,

which I found out

only when I went to pick up my car.

 Have to work out a few details

like getting a ladder to reach the door,

hope when I release the parking brake

and it drops of this line,

they are right that it will really bouncing

before it lands on its tires.

 

Also didn’t mention

the part about having to wait

for a helicopter to arrive

anytime I need to park it

while letting it get more voltage,

wish I had seen the fine print

where it mentioned

can’t drive in rain

or risk lightning

will electrify your behind.

 

Never

Baby, you still look as if you’re in your teens,

so there’s no need to push that silly stress trigger

by asking about those new pair of jeans,

does this make my butt look bigger?

 

Honey, I love you and to me you’ll always be the same

even though your two cheeks now appear the size of three,

because my darling a little spreading isn’t so strange

and I’m so blinded by your beauty don’t care you’re big as a tree.

 

Oh beloved priceless princess I’m so very proud of you

for trying all those diets to slim your goddess shape,

holding your breath to wear smaller sizes while turning blue

though the seams burst and you’re always buying something new.

 

Sweetheart what I can say that will erase your every fear

there’s magic in those supple mounds of cottage cheese thighs,

just take my word for it and ignore that dreaded, evil mirror,

we can even celebrate with buying you another six cream pies.

 

Alas, my sweet lass, have I said only the truth to your ears

because there is no gain unto me for speaking with false lips,

now be so kind and put away those poison tipped spears

I learned from the last time when my reply summoned your whips.

 

With a kiss shall I bid to you a wish for joy as you leave for work

aware how being a prison guard truly can be so very demanding,

as a former inmate under you care I know it makes you a tad berserk,

still forever grateful you didn’t cripple me after that one misunderstanding.

 

Don’t fret my angel for I’ll be here once you come back home

my soul will long to wait for your next caring and gentle touch,

plus with these heart shaped shackles I surely can’t try to roam

beside how I can not cherish your death grip passion clutch?

The Tricks Of Treats

Costumed kids

swing plastic pumpkins,

insanity’s chocolate

smeared faces

leads to stomach wisdom.