Her...

Its hard to write about things that presently give you joy. Sad that people live in the past rather then the now. I lay next to the exception. She has a style of Ruby, and shines where the smallest and brightest light can't. Before my life was a half wing of prayer and uncertainty. It's now full flight. Acoustic brilliance of smile and laughter. We have build a life of us. A monument to the smile and dedication our family has for each other. Center of the chaos. Her. I wouldn't have it any other way.

Lesson One

How are you, my island without a sun.
Black moon rising, so far away from home.
You wear your heart on your jacket and invite others for a cry. Taking the pain that others leave behind. I understand now, my mission's very clear.
To understand love... Is to understand fear.

Crown

I fell off the edge on the world this morning, reaching for the star you wanted me to name. I told you that it's name was "crown" and some day I would hand it back to the princess from which it fell, but his will is growing faint so I must add myself to the collective. But promise me one thing... one thing my love, cry not. If you must, turn from me. It would feel as if I died over and over for every tear I couldn't wipe away.

E. Kassebaum 26

To me you sound like a man that hates the world. Existing but not liking what you are seeing. Held together by strands of life's beard but life is a bald fuck so you are liable to snap at any time. First it will start mildly. "I didn't punch him, he ran into my fist." then you will explode but don't forget to smile. The camera will be rolling.

The Storm

(Co Author-Sonny Larsen)

As we walk along the winding road.
Our feet are sore and our hands are cold.
Wanting shelter, to make a choice.
Down from heaven came a one still voice.

Many decisions that you must face.
You forgot what you thought in the first place.
If you trust in him you will not fall, you will not fall.

Every day's a new journey.
A storm thru an endless night.
With you as the shelter,
We will turn out all right.

We will not fear the storm. (x2)

I shall hide you in my pavilion,
in the secret of my temple.
When your enemies come upon you,
they will stumble and fall. 


Every day's a new journey.
A storm thru an endless night.
With you as the shelter,
We will turn out all right.

We will not fear the storm. (fade out)

Pop Machine

Lady in red by the pop machine... confident, shows it.
Her ass, Whole, Lovely.
I like all my women to be able to mock a killing bird.
Talking to me? Thought so.
No... I'll take it. You dont need to strike out... I gotcha...

Lady in green by the pop machine... confident, shows it.

313 Sycamore Ave

A place where I used to play.
Back as an adult but things haven't changed.
My home where I took care of my brother and sister.
The place where my grandmother died and mother said she would miss her.
No longer, nothing stronger.
The steps where I sat, composing a song or...
the tree where our fort was the center of our lives...
Its amazing the things that haven't changed...
even after you've died.

The End

The twilight and thou I say to you...
and a beautiful lady comes, a tear must go.
This year my heart learned a valuable lesson.
As long as I never forget them...
I am never alone.

The Whispering Halls

The whispering halls of another man's school.
Dust from exploding students covers the desktops.
Poor Timmy, and Tonya...
Their little heads couldn't hold anymore.

The Subject Of Love

There are many poems on the subject of love.
My heart decided to add to the list. Do I start where it began? Or do I begin where it ended...

Ah, the smell of her perfume as it filled the air assured that she was beside me always, but when the day came where I was to proclaim my affection, I was without words... without logic. Slipping thru my grasp my metacarpals flexed, but then relaxed. Relaxed! A time where I should have said, "Don't Go!" but I was without words... without logic. Words, when you say them, could be three fourth sincerity, and one quarter novelity, or it could be deafened to the sound of a one sided beating heart.

There are many poems on the subject of love,
My heart decided to add to the list.
It started where it began, and it again will be the play my character is looking for. 

Because Of Him

Now that you're gone... the future is so far away...
and I can't help, praying, for another day.
Time is what we didn't have, and memories are what we have... because of him.

God, he painted a picture for me that morning.
Took her from me and replaced her with him.
Now my eyes are fixed upon the cross.
All things are possible and nothing is lost.
Time is what we didn't have, and memories are what we have... because of him.

You don't always have to make a graceful exit... just a quick return.

N.A. Yaroshenko

Did you know her?
Did you fall in love with her on the steps of the Kremlin?
Did Tretyakov invite her face in their gallery?
But the name plate still reads, "Portrait Of A Unknown Woman"
You never said hello, but the face you painted, you have met over and over.
I too am in love with the 1930s appeal.

Mapplethorpe

Mapplethorpe the artist, Mapplethorpe the perverse.
I borrow your eyes, and place God's eyes in my pocket.
"Artistic Expression," my mouth replies.
I take out God's eyes, and my expression isn't artistic.
You have stitched morality and immorality together
and have drawn the face of a motherless child...
naked and bleeding from societies pressure.
An egg, when applying pressure, cracks.
As a fire... burning your "Artistic Expression."

Partial...

I awoke to the sound of someone calling my name. I quickly grabbed the lantern beside the mantel and began to make my way across the meadows. The sound was becoming more faint. I panicked, not wanting to loose the familier voice I toppled over and fell into a small ravine. Amazed at where I was now at... I looked up. The voice was now only a memory. As I reached for the lantern I thought of God. "Was it his voice?" ...and it came to me. A little lantern can do what the great sun could never do. Shine in the night.

Quotes From Hadley

"Drinking rose petals from a wine glass," symbolic... Or just plain stupid?

P.A.L. - Personal Ass Licker - By Terrance Bates

I step on your face climb'n
up to the windowsill.
You are.I am.
We swallow each others words.
Words like fuck, deliverance, and coffee.
We make deals to bend over.
Break bread under an abandoned groove.
Need you ask the Polk a dotted half breeds why we love each other?
Why you keep your foot up my ass.
Why we two are the most stable in the concrete.
While we feed the half breeds on that park bench we always talk about. Keep in mind, we don't have to get along, to get along.

Octavio Paz

Set adrift, a draft of shadows. As you speak of being in a room abandoned by language, I relate. Hiding under the pen rather then curling what is holding it. A fist added upon the face of an aristocrat. Then shall you be abandoned without language.

Anne

Anne, why do you touch that which was promised to me? Do you not remember the oath I took as I read the pages of your heart? "I brother moon, render the key to your diary inoperable. I will now only read what is written in the corner where I tried so hard as a child to be put in. "Anne Sexton," not just a name but a vision. I once had a dream where we both were in my room with no lights or doors, but a half shut window. We were both ripping up the pages of the poem, "The Lonely Masterbator" and we were rewriting a novel.

Inspired By T. G.

I see you. As I close my good eye, you are wounded from experience and I am the one who bleeds. I wonder if by chance you think of me? There are days where I think someone is calling my name but I look and find no one. Please tell me you have changed your name to no one because this heart I hold in the palm of my hand grows faint as your cries for help increase. God tell me what to do?! Do I hold my heart and send an invitation for help or drop my heart and comfort you? Do I wish upon the stars in your eyes that the vision of my love is you or do I turn my back to your words. You indeed are wounded from experience, but wounds can heal... Can't they?