UNCLOTHED

A blink of clarity

streams within,

hearing the eternal choir keeper

sing creation's psalm,

until touched by the natural verse

written from a quill of gaze

at breathless majesty,

magnetizing the senses

with mesmerizing chimes.

 

Undressing the conscious

of its distraction,

as we pen the inner poem

in our soul

from the brisk of scenic kiss

stringing visionary lights across our mind.

 

Inhaling more than senses know

feeling it weave a garment

over our essence.

 

Fingers unseen grip our insides

another step taken towards Heaven's truth

without having moved.

Yup

What beauty and serenity is gleaned

when you know the genes of you legacy

so you can blame you lunacy quivers

on some heritage of doubtful sanity.

 

Oh it gives my heart such joy

to know those other generation cowpokes

who “borrowed” cattle, sheep and neighbor’s wives

that are so many limbs on my family tree

saw the world through a whiskey shot glass,

I can feel so blessed, so full of justification

for every urge and excess that spills from my fingers.

 

And so what if history suggests

this proud clan of saddle maniac

did really strange things with sheep,

other people’s money

and anything that inspired

a moment of pure creative,

which treated the law as theory?

 

Truly gives me a source of pride

so I can explain my antics

without really saying it is my fault.

 

Yup, I lift up my ancestry with happiness

since it was never dull,

might have been if they

hadn’t fled town

before being caught

by some lynching party.

 

On those occasions

when those forebear traits

inflict me with some urge

until it ends with an accusing stare

over some missing item

or other questionable circumstance.

 

Gives me a chance to retort,

“Who me?”

Naturally a smirk follows

and makes it hard to claim

was the curse of my blood’s demented cells.

Taco Salad

Such a perfect blend of lettuce, meat and salsa dreams

held in an edible flour tortilla shell,

add some guacamole and some jalapenos

then it becomes a culinary work of art,

spicy and so delectably delightful.

 

Happily digging with a fork

through the layers of lettuce and charbroiled chicken,

one bite the fabulous feast

of such varieties in textures and taste

all dripping in that fabulous sauce,

so the mouth can enjoy a zesty combination

in cool crisp sensations mixed with fiery hot flavors.

 

Such a wonderful journey for the palate

through that banquet of taco pleasures,

until the content of the shell are consumed,

afterwards come the glorious time

when you eat the tortilla frame,

it is the crown to this creation,

the perfect ending to the meal.

 

What a terrific trip for the tongue

where each morsel has its own magic

and it never stops being

an entrée I love to eat again and again.

The Garlands Of Goodwill

Season’s spirit brings its song unto so many souls,

souls swayed by the festive twinkling lights of peace;

embrace the peaceful trimmings that stir goodwill;

goodwill’s elixir sipped as the love’s champagne.

 

Champagne of giving dispenses with such merciful care,

carefully cherishing the magic from heart’s aflame in joy;

by joyful touches with charity’s thoughtful, blessings;

blessed bounty brings its special charm of needed hope.

 

Hope becomes the laurel for impoverished winter nights,

nights are at last wrapped in visions full of happiness,

where happy hearts sing the carols of Christmas’s spell,

spellbound eves find reason to believe in goodness again.

 

 

Slinging Them Sagittarius Bows

Oh the famous Sagittarius people

set flight to a quiver of talents,

Mark Twain took perfect aim with his tales,

Ben Stiller always strikes with his comedy darts,

Arthur C Clarke hurls the arrows of Sci Fi,

Bette Midler sings her musical flight so pointedly,

Winston Churchill gave speeches hitting a patriotic bull’s eye,

William Blake penned such piercing poetic flights,

Wood Allen scripted archers of cerebral shots,

Ty Cobb sent streaking balls on their glides,

Steven Spielberg gave cinema’s weapons a special soar,

Phil Donahue hosted the talk show tongue stabbing tournament,

Dick Butkus let fly his deliveries as a professional football player,

Charles M Schultz set his sites on Peanut’s comic strip fame,

Eli Whitney use his inventor’s bow to create the cotton gin,

Frank Sinatra voice gave stunning performance that hit the heart

and Joseph Stalin was insane and just shot everyone.

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Fields

tears can’t stop her heart

from love’s call upon the wind

she will find its field

where he’ll await as an oak

as a tree house of her dreams

Perfect Summer

I was ten and my cousins came to visit for vacation

my mother was going to taste Southern California,

everyday would be a new amusement park or movie.

for a kid it was a perfect summer,

each night going to bed dreaming of the next park,

Disneyland, Knott’s Berry Farm and even the Zoo,

it was heaven where I never wanted to leave.

 

What made it special was being with my cousin

we were both the same age and love so many of the same things,

rode the same roller coasters, even got sick at the same time,

now that was a mark of really relative.

 

Share hot dogs and also drank out of the same coke bottles,

no worries about diseases or other worries,

just loving the moment and having the best time,

we gathered a trunk load of souvenirs,

a mindful of memories and smiles.

 

For two weeks we were the princes of July

who saved the world with squirt guns and plastic swords

countless imaginary monsters were slain in the process,

went to bed each night reliving those battles

before falling asleep to such heroic incredible dreams.

Temples

 

Odysseys of inner iridescent travel into a metaphysical labyrinth,

the spirit moves while sleeping to seek truth and the candle of love,

deeper into those corridors of thought drifts the mind as traveler

until the mural of cosmic collections appears with its revelations

to paint the illumination of peace’s genuine stars so clearly

and in that moment of pure clarity and unveiled revelation,

the soul’s eyes discover the temple of life where joy dwells.

Planted

Leaves of thoughts

falling from the mind’s tree

where winter comes unto the heart,

still hold autumn’s hopes

in their fading face,

for we know life descends,

but also rises,

so in the stillness

of icy dawns in doubt,

the withered dreams and brittle joys

can become a compost

to plant tomorrow

as a thawing vision

and by its light

a seedling sprouts

into an oak.

Waterfalls

Cascades serenade with their soft soothing sounds,

serenity streams so swiftly in falling drops,

peace dips deeply into the heart’s pool,

slowly immersed inside a bath of bliss,

seconds flow as a pure enchanted kiss,

stains once collected during stress’s stumbling stroll

rinse away amid this precious paradisiacal shower.

 

Baptism by a wash of tranquility’s mist

bewitches in waves, making one’s soul swell

before water so exquisitely cleanses each sense,

silently savoring those sanguine snippets in calm.

 

Lord Can You Give This Dog A Bone?

Dear Lord I was trying to see this as a blessing

when you had this nice lady take me from the pet shop,

but do you think you might stop her spiritual guessing

she’s hearing you talk through walls and even a mop.

 

I tried to cope when she said angels now lived in the bedroom closet

then claimed Alpo was sinful because it was a four letter word,

next sent my pet food money to an evangelist as a sacred chow deposit,

before she tried baptizing me in that bathtub till my vision went blurred.

 

Now she’s really lost it by deciding Crystal Lite is some holy water,

gives her visions of heaven as well as the end of the world,

rambles about how all animals well get possessed to cause some slaughter,

decided only way to get the sin out of me by spinning me until I hurled.

 

Might have survive that last bout of utter spiritual insanity

if she wasn’t to try and staple some wings onto my back,

mumbled about those were canine version of Christianity

because you told her it would prevent a demon attack.

 

So now I’m hiding from her attempts to save me

can you at least inspire her to not be so completely weird,

at least try help her avoid taking me up some big oak tree

thinking well see heaven while she put on this fake prophet’s beard.

I’m So Blessed

That hamster has nothing on me now,

thinks living in that cage

with his fancy wheel

makes him so darn special.

 

Has those kids

who treat him

like he’s so cute and cuddly.

well now let’s see him brag

after I show him

how I have a silver spoon

in my mouth.

 

Oh yeah its rat’s time to shine,

I’ll strut my tail and drag this spoon

right before his beady eyes!

 

Just got to watch out for that cat

and the traps too,

but this time my rodent pride

is going to get a chance to boast!

 

Wow, this thing is heavy,

heard wealth was a burden,

doesn’t taste very good either,

no wonder the rich

always seem so grumpy.

Madness

Like a serpent

I felt it slither

across my chest,

terrified, paralyzed,

this fear driven to insanity

while the creature

relentlessly crept

over my bed.

 

It visited nightly,

would have screamed,

but was frozen by panic.

 

Morning illumined

the shadows of my head,

then exhaled the images.

 

The ghouls

grew faces before my day,

left only to script them

as my defense,

poet born by the cesspool of dreams,

never knew they were prophetic.

 

Today’s Your Lucky Day

Congratulations I am the company’s

new personal manager and morale motivator,

got my degree from Pain U,

have so many surprise to make you happy.

 

Your chairs have been replaced by treadmills,

coffee dispenser exchanged for protein drinks,

get used to sweats inside of suits

each of you will have a personal shower,

plan on needing to use it six times before five. o’clock.

 

So I only smiles since all did ask for raises

and I’ll be increasing your heart rate every hour,

now start running as your type and have a nice day!

Rover To Heaven, Hello? Hello?

Dear God, I hope you’re listening,

so hard for me to tell,

my master talks to you all the time,

but he also talks to himself,

can you please answer a few questions

since he’s not been so good

at explaining things like eternity

because really gets so darn weird

right after going to church,

though otherwise he’s okay most of the time.

We enjoy watching television

along with going for walks,

only when those people come over for Bible Study,

then I have to stay in the back yard,

what does the backyard behind those golden streets

really look like and are there plenty of bones buried?

 

Now I think it is great he goes to visit you on Sundays,

though wears a tie unlike the rest of the week

and sure doesn’t seem to enjoy it,

hope you don’t have one for me up there

this flea collar he makes me wear

is enough problems for me.

 

Are their fleas on the other side

because I don’t want to spend forever itching?

Well sure pray you’ll send me some answers right way,

just please don’t have the angels

come dressed as dog catchers,

would hate to get in trouble for biting them by mistake.

Shade

I stood in gold

dipped in the sun’s river,

burnished by its radiance,

a tan that turned ashen

within the chambers

of my heart.

 

In the shade

stood a man,

gray shabby threads

draped over his body,

yet his pallor face

revealed a sapphire

of a serene smile

my glazed glow

had never known.

Hide my poverty flinches

while I left to visit

the treasury of counterfeit stars.

Dreamland Tops

Adrift among the cyber stars

ever trying to ascend that net staircase unto heaven,

gods and goddess with every name,

emails wands of stardust eyes,

immediately locked into heaven,

house and picket fence,

forever hearts are spoken by the inbox,

Romeo and Juliet resurrection to twirl upwards

while mind is drunk beyond believe,

how could love be so intense and dizzy?

 

Each second becomes its own spinning paradise

perfection is that face you’ve never met,

wedding bells ring in the head as twister of joy,

kids to be like apparitions who appear on wishful nights.

 

Happy ending retold in whispered tails

by secret cell phone calls,

tomorrow, baby it will be,

the subtle steady groans.

 

Suddenly facts slip out

her last lover thought he was an alien,

which made sense since they did meet naked in a crop circle,

it was right after she broke up

with Bigfoot, that had been a big mistake,

truly learned her lesson,

will never take romance advice again

from a Jack In The Box menu sign at the fast food restaurant.

 

Panic streaks through veins after that causal confession,

yet the heart can deny this is a soul mate

surely can’t get any worse.

 

Two days without contact

worry summons stress and nausea

dominate every second,

then comes the email

so exciting to open it up,

inside a dribble of incoherent along with apology

had to give birth to child,

father was one of a possible twelve

at that cult who worshipped a shrub.

 

No reply given

tomorrow will begin one attempt to rise,

because in dreamland there is always another

perfect match somewhere

on another climb upon that coiled leap of fantasy.

Prima Donna Phlegm

Oh the portents for precarious panged performance

when winds whirl wild whips wickedly wounding

even if they blood is never spilled!

 

Because a shadow is a saber and fly is a demon

for the one with frail and gossamer lace a skin,

who was cursed with inordinate pain membranes

able to gracious abide in that languishing labyrinth

of such hideous cruelty from unkind gestures,

which inflicted such agony though touched with feathers.

 

It’s a malady of malaise measured mischievously

in the poignant and putrid power of prima donna phlegm,

an anxiety anchor aggravating aches and angst.

 

Alas we must bound the wounded butterfly

because those wings otherwise can’t soar,

course they are bent anyway

just like the one who owns them,

which probably is what helps

make every dribble, drool and drop

into an impassioned crusade

to silence the rumbles of injustice

that only appear in the mirror

behind the throne in that person’s head.

Love Letters From Hell

Walls bleed the putrid whiffs of devil phlegm,

while Alice becomes a nun wailing as a banshee

before a shattered looking glass

its shards in the shape of crucifixes

each having a haloed claret eye

that looks with piercing stares of accusation

deep into the heart.

 

If only the day was filled with nakedness

and the night haunted by church bells

then I might sleep on a bed

not covered in razor of communion wafers

nor live with hymns singing in my head

with the lyrics about every sin of my life.

 

Silence rippled by the sounds of paper being crinkled,

another symphony of my inner saint’s insanity songs

penned in the chamber of judgment

always having synonyms for fire and brimstone.

 

Whitewash prayers like liquid paper

are painted in panic over those scribbles

of Satan’s Valentine’s Day Card

ever ending in wish you were here.

 

Heart feels the talons of evil

dig a little deeper

though try to cut them with a scripture shield,

but it always ends up turning into a feather

before floating towards heaven,

left alone to scream as the floor

becomes a pit full of cadaverous priests

who speak in unison my eulogy,

which ends in condemnation winner’s lottery ticket.

 

Door to paradise outside this Hades haven

has stained glass nativity scene pictures

they all speak whispers of resurrection by names,

only mine is never mentioned.

 

Keys to its lock rattle outside that barrier,

locksmith is an evangelist on vacation,

his business card left

without any phone number or address.

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.

Leather

Been stepped on so many times

my heart has turned to leather,

skin has lost is sensitivity

to the feel of pain

from every time I feel

and someone stomped on my hopes,

then tried to crushed my strength

just to beat me in race

I didn’t even know I was running.

 

But the scars have harden

there is no hurt left inside,

now I’ll wait

until those who trampled my life

end up lying down

after they have tripped over their pride.

 

That will be my turn

for seeing if their pores

can handled the heals

on my footwear

the way they made

endure theirs,

while I stroll to the finish line

they tried to keep me from reaching.

Out With The Old

Time to say good-bye to old friends

every November 15th.

For it is “Clean Out Your Refrigerator Day,”

and the occasion to part

with those precious wrapped gems

shoved at the back of your ice box.

 

So say so long to leftover gray and hairy gravy

from Memorial day,

the Tupperware container

filled with brown, moldy salad

first used on the Fourth of July.

 

Those mushy melons in the fruit bin

can’t even remember buying,

any clear plastic container

that has something inside

so disgusting looking

you can’t bear to even imagine

what it used to be.

 

And what of green lunchmeat,

white bread with those black spots,

or spaghetti that is hard as string?

 

Then comes the moment of greatest challenge

when opening the freezer section,

aluminum foil can hide so much,

but maybe that ham from last Christmas

has seen better days and needs to go.

 

It might be traumatic to suffer this farewell,

yet have courage

the grocery store can provide

a whole new bunch of edible pals.

What?

The fog descended over my computer screen

it became a blackness before my eyes,

images I had in my head

of riding the net surfing tide

just faded into a murky memories,

while I waiting for the IT tech at work

to come and give my crash system new life.

 

All I wanted to know is how long

before he could restore that machine.

His answer were so confusing

how he rambled about ram and backups

but in my head it remained a haze.

 

Never did get a reply that made sense,

eventually came to work and it was running again,

Saw the memo about the repair,

might have well been written in Latin.

 

Next time computer dies

I decide to just call off sick

and spare myself all the frustrating vagueness.