Together To Forever

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she walks the fine line, she still my sweetie pie.
days go, they're left by the road.
she needs some tissues for her issues.
dry the tears, nobody needs to know.

ain't it hard to hear, truth hurts my dear.
some different love we knew long ago.
meant what i said to you, not looking for something new.
this life we made, this life we know.

cg
and we made it right, together we took flight, we made to this very night.
when i look at you, my dreams have all come true, your green eyes are full of light.
 dcg
we'll make it together to forever, we'll make it alright.

every night i sleep with you, never failed to keep me true.
a woman in the way that you move.
your glowing skin, keeps pulling me in.
woman you finding your groove.

wanna yell wanna shout, honey i got no doubt.
you're the one i'll never lose.
don't ever think we're on the brink.
sometimes i just get the blues.    

Attached To The Sun

Started with a fire sky breaking through the dawn.
Clouds like a thin layer of webs, the dark ones far off.
Blue grows brighter by the moment as the black birds take flight.

The sun revealed and sirens in the distance.

Highway noise on the mixmaster.
Above, the sky is breaking into a glorious pose.

The breeze, still blowing cool.

Below, we flitter about, nervous and panting.
We swirl, we swoon.

Wake from your peaceful slumber, it is a trap.

Each day is a cosmic space ride.
We are attached to the sun.

Kerouac's Middle Way

...intolerance will not be tolerated.  you must understand.  the swans fly by night, avoiding detection.  they hover and click, they observe and demand.  only a True Shepherd will lead you to peace.  ownership in it all, for no good reason.  puzzling at times.  ethics are thrown to the scavengers.  feast on what you can.  leave the bones for the dust to bury.  or for spearheads.  blood is pouring out His side.  the ground is stained and the women cry out to the heavens.  now we talk of transformation and reformation.  we boldly proclaim, confident in our truth.  truth only because it was given to us.  this faith.  not seen.  not of our hearts and minds, to be sure.  insights and discussions.  on and on.  great points and unique perspectives.  plenty of creativity.  made in His image.  Divine Creator.  make something today.  supper, peace, love, a song, a picture, a prayer.  make it good.  create it from the wind.  listen close and it will talk to you.  it will remind you that the secret is no secret at all.  do not complicate.  or confuse.  this is salvation talk.  this is salvation songs!  my prayers are constant.  on most days.  humming.  fidgeting.  seeking the hearts of others.  we fight our weakness with the Word, discussions, and modelos.  we are humbled and compelled.  some alternate sound is sought.  between the heathen and success theology.  kerouac's middle way.  she needs tissues for her issues.  those huge eyes.  the smoothest skin of all.  raw and ambitious mind.  walk the halls, kick it with spikes.  this is the start of something.  only need a few moments of your time.  we are capturing the dawn of each song.  by noon, we are not interested.  we are monitoring developments on the ground.  signals from way out are coming through.  dim now, but destined to glow bright....            

                        

Publishers Clearing House

...the dimmed glowing nights have been lifted. The twisters and grapefruit hail had been avoided. Turn our attention to the hypnotized and plead for them to listen. It is calling. It being the unknown source. Knowledge and faith colliding. Big bang?....you bet brother, a big bang to be sure. Loud and spectacular. But only for the attentive and aware. Rightousness can be demonstrated over and over and it will not matter. All for nothing. And everything. Liberating freedom and it starts every moment.....publishers clearing house, keeping hope alive....the answer to our current state of confusion. The drink for our current thirst. The shot for our current illness...gives hope but gives no faith...disappointment assured. The suckers are in a never-ending line, trying to fill the empty void. Cash and cars. Chicks and rock & roll...and a sea of screens lit up the darkness...

No Static Nature

thirty thousand years ago a rain drop hit the earth, somewhere near the canyon line.

dust kicked up as it made impact, quickly dissolving into the ground.

no lasting legacy, not really connected to anything, but the single most important event at that place, at that time.

we will debate the meaning of things, unlock mysteries of the mind, but we'll never completely fulfill our destiny.

never completely.

no static nature.

no static thoughts.

now is about execution.

Aloe Vera Nights

cool chill after a massive sweat.
freezing while driving the twisting road.
st paul got the good bbq.
that place on the corner.
just a shack.
red schoolhouse an historical marker now.
funderburgh place up the dusty road.
field of buried bones.
old lady included.

lutheran church on the corner.
missouri kind.
the sunglass wedding.
what was he thinking.
heard on the right.
dinosaurs in the trees.
lookout from the cliff.
hug the old oak.
from the 1700s.
earth day folk tunes.
gallery openings.

on the list at tucker hill.
the texas garden.
front porch picking.
white sands mind.
alligator golf and beers.
sunburn afternoons.
aloe vera nights.

Drones And Clones

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.look up look up
.there's a drone flying by
.flown by a clone
.we don't even have to die

.kamikazee man
.working the remote control
.no expressions on the clones.
.they don't even really know

.salute the hackers I guess
.ours are better than theirs
.best viruses around
.go straight to your head

.the public is a mess
.hypnotized and tranced
.don't want to know the truth
.don't want to take a stance

.its just drones and clones.yea yea yea
.drones and clones.the brave are dead

.over there over there
.its the man driving by
.everybody knows
.he's got tears in his eyes

.likes the lofty titles
.likes the free jet air
.loves hanging with his daughters
.likes not giving a care

.peaceful men they know
.women and the like
.we're all left to wonder
.while the drones rule the night

.its just drones and clones.yea yea yea
.drones and clones.the brave are dead

Reflex Of The Mind

.never want to be a good old days dude.
.mainly, they are just old.
.some were good, in fact.
.many were good.
.but they were.
.some were down right awful.
.but they were too.
.gone, past, history.
.the order always changes.
.evolution of activity.
.spending time.
.we spend and spend and spend.
.through the dull and electric.
.set your conditions.
.move like water.
.settle in the cracks.
.rush over rock.
.search for gravity.
.give life.
.refresh the parched.
.clean the muddy.
.water never goes back.
.where all the heartache is left out.
.when pain was not felt.
.right now is the good day.
.tomorrow just a hopeful transpiring.
.make this day about what inspires you.
.make right now about       taking a sip of coffee.
.we got nothing to worry about.
.it won't do any good.
.you've done what you can do.
.anxiety not made for the uncontrollable.
.it is a reflex of the mind.
.control what you can through decisions.
.and actions, of course.
.integrity is the link between decisions and actions.
.good intentions are just that.

Sons Of Patriots

...who can they destroy that will really make a point...
...what can they banish that will let them all know...
...why would they stop and call the game over...
...where is our life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness...
...when are we going to realize they left us...

.create something new.
.call it the sons of patriots.
.glowface organization.
.standards set.
.children unlabled.

the spineless and compromisers are unwelcome.  the weak conformers to this world.  reformers are needed.  creators are needed.  truth is needed.  you ruiners of liberty stand down!  silence, you destroyers of peace!  the sons of patriots is talking to you, IRS.  red flag routing, i'm sure.  built on a transparent process of greed and bribery.  the lobby girls and boys got cash to throw around.  millionaires by the million.  government work ain't what it used to be.  D.C., the dump home of the redskins, the richest town in america.  to protect and serve alright.  protect the grease shop and serve themselves.   

...walked them mountains of philmont...
...sweet sixteen... 
...diver down...
...a chick friend...
...california calvin...
...root beers...
...tent city...
...chili at a chuck wagon stop...
...a snake is in the grass...
...those pine bluff dudes were cool...
...happiest on the trail...
...teddy roosevelt fishing cabin...
...homemade flies and screened porches...

  

Toymaker Man

.the loss of heroes
.when all the worthy died off
.fought in every war he possibly could

.flew planes
.spied
.and dropped bombs

.shined his shoes bright
.glowed even at night
.when the children came

.one after your own heart
.one a free spirit child
.never in a million years would we guess he would pass

.he attended all the funerals
.never would he be honored
.unexplainable and unlogical

.busy mind of service
.til the end
.toymaker man

.sweet gal she was too
.looked you in the eyes
.enjoyed your joy

.next door neighbors to blood relatives
.finally I found you
.set up from the start

.in tennis shape
.the highkick queen
.another one on the loose

.complete with a protector
.warrior child
.she will stand up for something very big one day

.for all the right reasons
.taught perseverance
.creates hope

.smarter than all
.phase six or seven
.can't keep track

.the canyons are deep
.carved from rock
.water again the creator.

Kanyeoke

..it should not be tolerated..
..certainly not applauded..
..song called new slaves..
..performer will go unnamed..
..bout the dumbest thing i've heard..
..yes, vulgar and idiotic..
..self pity on steroids..
..a 1st grader throwing an adult fit..
..he gonna bust stuff up..
..wonder what the marketing department thinks..
..street cred man, street cred..
..all those simple minds out there will buy it up..
..i know it ain't music..
..like with instruments and stuff..
..but he's on the mic..
..owning the stage..
..wanna sell more t shirts..
..the fashion industry awaits..
..to test out the new fabrics..
..to change the scene..
..to throw out the old and sell in the new..
..on a three year cycle..
..for the mainline trends..
..perpetual and sustainable growth model..
..the consumer's responsibility..
..and addiction..
..back to the kanyeoke performer..
..why don't you call a news conference..
..tell us why you ain't gonna take it no more..
..the injustices shown..
..the irs done done you wrong..
..so did that dude in the hamptons..
..you really do that to his wife..
..don't tear me down..
..don't air me out..
..this other dude with sandals and a robe got my ear..
..teaching about the patient and kind..
..preaching bout faith and love..
..proclaim Him as your slave master..


        

Whispering Girls

just you and the ants now.
no one hardly talks anymore.

been feeling low on the inside.
like an accepted fate.

whatever that could be.
a race car driver.

hitting the banks hard.
hoping for the rubber to grip.

which one of us is going to break.
who is the engineer.
who is the artist.

the ability to create.
a ninety degree day.

humid sweat pours from your skin.
heat and nerves collide.

dreamed that I dreamed I saw an asteroid pass by.
winked at me as it streaked by.

firey ball with a smokey tail.
the whispering girls got hate in their hearts.
as we all do.

envy and insecurities.
left everyone out at some point.

endure the pain.
understand the disappointment.

love anyway.

Preventing Gravity

.the constant talk of emotions and motions
     .going through them for certain
.welling up when thinking of the tragedy
      .one for the other
.equal in impact and consequences
      .changed into something
.the Lord is the remaining link
      .preventing music like preventing gravity
.bands of clowns left for eternity
      .mocked forever
.hard of hearing
      .the mercy shown
.perhaps we refine the guidelines
      .update the parameters
.in light of the new understanding
      .and abandonment
.hit the links
      .go with pastels
.respectability in the shadow of shame
      .worst case scenario always possible
.mostly unlikely.

From Where Thought Is Formed

*to the searchers of glory, the finders of mercy, the shame inspired, the guilt inspired, the tuned out.
*turn your attention to important matters, take a moment to consider, salvation and how it all turns out.

*get away from your worn path and walk across the streets, through the fields, over the divides.
*plan to use some time to follow the hunch, check out the tip, learn a bit more, follow the night lights.

*go to the edge, the very tip of the cliff, peer over and stare at the earth, it's peaks and valleys and ruts.
*think of looking from space like a satellite, watching from the stars, telescopes fixed on all of us.

*scurrying about like chaotic soldiers, waiting for the next command, standing and glowing on the dock
*spotlight the unknown, tune into the unheard, illuminate the unseen, speak the unspeakable, eat the rot.

*chime in with your opinions you busy minds, pretend to understand, pretend to try, through the motions.
*knock back two or three and drink a glass of tea in between, close your eyes and think of the ocean.

*the globe shaking always, sending waves thousands of miles, water always finding it's way to land.
*alone on this lifeboat, gasping for humid air, humming always and thinking of songs for the band.

*mind control of sorts, occupiers of it's time, it's reflexes and currents, from where thought is formed.
*sometimes called the soul, it is actually a function of our brain, where truth is known and sin is born.

  
        
  

The Theory Of Proximity

    
Proximity is essential for productive management and leadership. 
Greater than strategy, greater than goals, greater than fear. 
Understanding the operation, knowing the challenges, listening to others. 

Supported with an efficient and strictly executed communications strategy, this proximity will lead to effective decision making and a collaborative culture. 

Benefits of a collaborative culture and effective decision making are good strategy and tactical execution. 

Benefits of good strategy and tactical execution are profits for reinvestment, pocket cash, and continuing prospects.  

           

Sick Sweat

...arms heavy and slow
...feet dragging and flat
...a head full of stuffing
...a sick sweat
...in the late spring humidity
...lungs shut off and full of webs
...wheezing and coughing
...waves of warm buzz
...the silence breaks with screeching
...the dim begins to glow
...tossing and turning til two
...Sandy lake days
...they'll ride anything
...laughing and getting soaked
...happy days are here again

Fish Belly

fish belly they called him.
banged on that bass all day.
take after take.
tuning by ear, tapping his feet.
shut his mind off.

the real twist comes next.
asian women in silk, smiling and paying close attention.
stomach was white as a white crayola.
that's the reason for the fish belly name.
gotta have a blues name.
but it has to be given to you.

stackabones has a good blues name.
guitar player, that dude.
whip out a song.
three layers of thought.

like Jonah, defiant but still smart.
the wisdom and obedience fear inspires.
whatever it takes for grace man.

fish belly is a good blues name.

Julio Franco

.julio franco had a funky swing.
.spit seeds all the time.
.blood red eyes and speed.

.pudge was built like a brick shithouse.
.rocket arm and dark stares.
.doubles up the gap.

.juan was the best of all.
.lanky, long, and lean.
.puffed up and his joints went out.

.the pitchers always let them down.
.a parade of over the hill and green.
.mr washington talking bout fundamentals.

.ruben sierra was closest to clemente.
.got caught up in chicken fighting.
.the island life is hard core.

Mud Rains

...in the afternoon the skies were red.  wind had all day to cause the big dust up.  dirt in mouths and cussing.  day after day it blew.  followed by mud rains and temporary calm...

        

Sagecrest Farm

dreamed i went to this campout
there was food and games
all the drink you wanted 

folks showed up from everywhere
staking out their plots and tossing horseshoes
on the banks of the brazos

complete with a small lake
talked about overpaid cowboys and 3 dollar moochers
followed the game plan and picked up the trash

lost some shades and slept under a leak
landowner never lost his cool and most everyone was calm
heavy metal songs and stupid bluffs

in the end
you found your treasure
never had a bad meal at chilis

stop at the corner of dude lane and lazy bend road
peer at the sky
the blue is blazing neon and the clouds are electric

meet you back at sagecrest farm sometime   

The Next Einstein

.not sure we'll exist in heaven. .maybe we'll just hover. .possibly we'll squirm. .we could be forever asleep. .one huge long dream. .chased by a robber. .floating on clouds lightly. .reading minds and healing. .all the wounds of life. .disappear into space. .perhaps a disco ball hangs in the middle of it all. .glittering the black punkishly. .spinning always. .momentum has never stopped. .crowds of the faithful await. .knowing nothing but believing. .the truth glows in our souls. .rings in our ears. .shines in our eyes. .outlasting the old folks. .penetrating the bleak. .the next Einstein. .writing on a chalkboard. .blowing the minds of the young .your will is always corrupted. .your ways are always selfish. .your knowledge is wrong. .only the word. .only the word is love.

Microphone Jackson

.the arrangements are tight.
..added a solo verse with a haunting guitar..
...the message was too overpowering...
....directly from the seat of the soul....
.....that martin had a clean noise.....
.......minor chords filling the space.......

.the sword was the word.
..riffs and sounds never heard.. 
...edgar winter group was big back then...
....mexican horns and strings....
.....that jumping part needs it's own stage.....
......backup singer sounds just like stevie nicks......

.my seagull's getting a tuneup.
..polish the frets and a perfect bow..
...sam houston died a sad man...
....should have never joined the yankees....
.....look south my frontier brothers.....
......covert designs and all......

.follow the moon.
..keep the peace as long as we can..
...hypocrites will talk of reasonableness...
....politicians will make back room deals....
.....leaders will smell of grease.....
......occupiers will rise again......

.double standards and broken promises.
..microphone jackson with stars in his eyes..
...the music of generations...
....layers of tracks of sounds....
.....they been claimed by the king.....
......soon they'll be going home......  


              

Wild Oating

any ole dude or dudette can write a poem.
just start spilling words, don't even have to rhyme.
forget forms and traditions and draw them words.

any ole chump or chick can make a bed.
pull them sheets tight, tuck them under good.
puff up them pillows and stretch out long and lean.

any ole hunk or floozy can do a dance.
start tapping the feet, pop the arm movements.
make wild eyes and suck in your cheeks.

any ole amigo or senorita can sing a song.
sing without holding back, articulate the endings.
close your eyes if you must and just wail.

any ole father or mother can make a baby or three.
stick around for the raising, its your life's work.
you already had your chance to go wild oating.

Spring Dripping

the dripping of spring, wild weeds and flowers.
the trees come alive again after spilling their color the previous fall.
the exhaustion of it all.
like an artist must feel after a finished painting.
perfections all perfected, completely familiar with every detail.
dreamt about. loved and hated.
in the end, a reconciliation, or acceptance.
otherwise, the trash can.

these creators are a strange breed.
walking on a glowing cloud one day, swimming in mud the next.
memories and anticipation help to bridge until the next inspiration.
ideas, places, people.
 thinking in that order, but acting in reverse.
the body does alert the mind.

conditions and circumstance are fate's result, a culmination of a thousand decisions.
free will being like a coin.
two sides.
then we get to heaven and hell and good and evil, which do exist, but it's a worn topic.
we only have 30 thousand days if we live a long life, don't waste it debating the original fool.
the devil's been discredited.
the good ole days are yet to come.

somehow, this links back to spring dripping.
the appreciation of creation, over and over again.
the beautiful display.
God seems a carefree artist, let it fly, editing to a minimum.
gives validation to the first thought best thought side of creative art.
the imperfections are perfect.

Hours Away

..awoke ahead of the sun..
roads still damp and cool
..slain by this world..
left to gasp for air and die
..good to see your face again..
the lines are gone for good
..new robes and shoes..
strong and joyful all the time
..unannoyed and giving..
expected only to live forever
..time and flesh gone..
all forgave and all forgot
..transparent and glowing..
no malice or manipulation
..no health concerns..
the fitness of samson
..the days will melt..
the nights will last and last
..dreams will come true..
it's only hours away

Moon Balls

.ralph sampson was, and probably still is, a tall, tall dude. was reminded of him while researching the last consolation game of the final four. happened in 1981. bet that game was riddled with gambling influence. the vegas players. mr brown convinced me the fix was in. politics too. ralph never was as good as akeem the dream. ewing mainly lost. villanova days. the others, gilmore, jabbar, robinson, wilt, russell, duncan. giant men, bigger than the normal big basketball player. shaq ruled for years. second tier includes sikma, cartwright, vlade. the mavs got only chandler, donaldson, bradley, dampier. what a sorry state. a.c. greene won the iron man. thank God for dirk. anyway, was thinking about giants in general and they have always been around. figuratively and literally. casting huge shadows and attracting fixed stares. living above the crowd, paticipating still. 'fat leeeeeveeerrrrr!!', the crazed fan cried out in the hollow arena, mike izzulino getting game time. again, thank God for dirk. figuratively, and with a broader brush, these giant voices rage. creating the dicussions of the future. the young ones are getting taken. alarms are sounding. like a ticker tape. gonna die in debtor's prison. let the jailhouse conversions be celebrated. almost been a christian his whole life. but i will guarantee this one thing--prime on prime, akeem would shut down lebron, while dropping moon balls all night.

Sorry Moods And Daggers

Mmmmm...Ahh..

So goes the peace of mind.
A few moments of sanity.
When our souls are open and unafraid.
Understanding the need for fate.
Letting destiny unfold.
Despite the pain and wreckage.

Oohhhh...Yeaaah..

It is a terrible mess.
These lives we make.
Reliance on habits and rituals.
Sorry moods and daggers.
Trying our best to deflect glory.
Forgeting expectations.

The curse of fools.

Gazing With Love

already the wind is picking up.
leaves and dusty earth swirling around.
texas spring winds blowing cool and loud.
window seams and door footers hissing.

carnival callers all died off.
replaced by lit arrows and blue shirts.
communications and cops glowfacing.

using every possible space in the complex.

disco music and dinging noises.

wino hustlers and low rise jeans.

doctor office furniture and broken springs.
ice cream shop open til midnight.
and the outside smokers all have scowls.

the smiles and laughs of the young were real.
a father, showing them how it's done.
folks on the mend and busting out.
talking to one another and gazing with love.  

Jelly Farm

'heyell naw i ain't goin over to that jelly farm.  they got girls with rayzors and wire cutters.'

just a quick one, it's the mashing season and everybody's tired. 

'whatchu think i am, a sucka girl?'

it's just, that, um, ah, well, they asked for you specifically.

'everbody always askin for me huh?'

must be the the way you you roll the calf and finish the feet.

'the feets is the wheels of this world, if you got em.  so if you got em, you oughts to take care of em'

sorry lulubelle, we'll plan better next time.

'you ever see them make that jelly?'

no, why?

'it's an awful mess.  turns my stomach.  three big ole pots of steamin blueberry mash.  cooking all the while.  hot in there too.  some of those old ladies been there fordy years.  makin that jelly ever day.  damn!  glad i became a massage therapist instead.  i coulda been stuck in there foever.  you like my boots?'

i like to see them walking.

             

Red Towers

...red, blinking towers...lighting the night horizon...eastward from erwin...

Texico (draft): American Margin Call

    
     No one could have predicted the rise of the Texicans, but many were involved.  Elias T. Woods considered it long ago, on the banks of the Brazos.  Talking late into the night with L. Dean, he understood the Texico dream.  Economically, he knew a Texico future was more fertile, but he questioned the willingness of the people, or even the willingness of the politicians, to revolt from America. 
    
     At that time, before the towers fell, America was widely considered the lone superpower.  The storefront doors swung open and the world bought America.  And also stole America.  Literally, as chinese and indian hackers stole every piece of data owned by americans, american corporations, american government institutions, american schools of higher education, american museums, american halls of fame, american fincancial institutions, american military infrastructure.  It was a fleece job the likes of which the world had never seen.  Meanwhile, America was sending another big boat to the Persian Gulf to really pressure the Iranians to quit making a nuclear bomb.  The Iranians never looked intimidated. 
    
     Just like the Brits, America was fighting wars the old way and stumbling along.  Trillions of dollars were borrowed from future generations of americans and foreigners to fund the operation.  New planes and ships and rockets and night vision glasses and jeeps every year.  The president always got a few hats and a blue all-weather jacket to wear around the boats and military bases.  Uncle sam had big, big pockets.  Commanders and chiefs with a tribe of cameras and videoers documenting the whole sad scene. 
    
     In wait the hackers plotted along with the lenders.  Eventually the days of the American Margin Call arrived and while americans drowned in ten dollar gasoline and double digit inflation, corporations laid off millions.  Chinese were dumping treasuries like the great flood of the world--a  financial flood.  The notes were due.  All the while, Asian replication of the american economy progressed and America's slide to second world country continued.  Once it was disclosed that Ft. Knox held no actual gold, the public was finally outraged.  Even Guantanomo closed down, in an undeclared surrender. 
    
     By this time the government was so massive, only mirrors could capture the guilty, naive, and dumb.  However, the government didn't lay anyone off, it got bigger.  Factions of dissenters remained, but only Texas was able to organize and prepare effectively.  Only Texas had men and women of adventure, courage, and persistence to follow through.  The bravado, the umph, the vision.  Put your cards on the table and keep your hands where I can see 'em.  Part of the past and ingrained in the Texas earth.  This place will exist long after America, as all places have throughout history.  Empires rise and fall.  The same will likely happen to Texico one day.  Or, perhaps God will decide to end it all prior to that day.  Perhaps Texico is the last empire on earth.                                                    

White Smoke

dagd
all the cardinals are in town, the flashbulbs do confirm.
agda
gonna pick pick a pope today, til Jesus Christ returns.

angel armies rise to meet this holy man.
gotta dress just right, to lead this wayward clan.

da(3)
gda
white smoke gets hazy,
church folks go crazy,
stole all the daisys,
you know the fix is in.

God already decided the way it all would go.
long time before, the white robes picked the pope.

hope the Spirit loves him and listens to his prayers.
hope he leads his church to the God that we all share.           
 
white smoke gets hazy,
church folks go crazy,
stole all the daisys,
you know the fix is in.

The Glowface Generation

...let it be known.  document accordingly, credit is due and expected.  this declaration serves as my ownership of thought.  the phrase glowface generation has been coined.  it defines a particular age group to be sure, but one that has grown beyond the common bounds of generational discription.  like a virus it spreads, exponential and broad.  connection on a global scale.  the world is at the fingertips.  and the face just glows.  hypnotic trances and busy minds.  the term, used as a noun, verb, or adjective.  what a glowface.  she's glowfacing while driving.  the glowfaced room was quiet and cool.  that's a glowface family.  the phrasiology opportunities stretch far and wide.  through it all the glowfacers are taking over the world.  good for them.  or good for us, i mean.  got a computer in my pocket.  cameras and video everywhere.  a more mellow generation has never been known.  content, but determined.  traditional decisions of limits and privacy will have to be reviewed.  definitions of writing and content mediums will need another look.  the dreaded middlemen will get cut out, desperately dragging as many down with them as possible.  i'll write this about the glowface generation:  they ain't a drag.....copyright/patent/trademarked/2013.


                     

Skeptical Of Common Thought

...starlights in the grey night, shaking the effects of our complete lack of control.  impulses directing the actions, alterations ignored and disputed.  alternately, we know that our decisions are extremly important and ramifications await to validate the wisdom of those decisions.  these ramifications become the reality and decisions made at that point have their own ramifications.  and it goes on and on. and on.  without an adjustment in the decision making process itself, improvement in the wisdom and eventualities is limited.  a good measure is the common sense approach.  not all bad, but always be skeptical of common thought.  or common theory.  or anything common.  be a skeptic of success in this world.  strengthen your soul first and most consistently.  encourage others always.  don't make decisions for other people, except as parent.  prior to children turning eighteen.  morality is not absolute for everybody.  your truth, while true, doesn't have to be imposed on everybody.  or anybody.  you cannot convince by force, but it is a matter of convincing.  to influence by reason is effective, but reason is relative and tiresome.  influence by mockery is perhaps the worst possible way, but one way sadly used in today's religion wars.  the dumb mockers of men.  men meaning humanity, which includes women.  to be clear.  brazen and sloppy fools.  the early judgers.  the thin skinned.  the nervous and uncomfortable.  have good sense... 

My Grapes Are Good

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.my grapes are good.
.but my wine is better.
.told me she missed me.
.wrote it in a letter.

.my body is wrecked.
.it's been for awhile.
.gonna rise in the morning.
.gonna yell to the crowd.

.my grapes are good.
.but my wine is better.
.stood atop the mountain.
.gave Him all the credit.

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ohhh, you never need any more than He will give.
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yeah, He'll let you come to Him again
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and again, and again, and again.

Rapid Fire Hipsters

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.hungry are the wishing upon a star
.thirsty are the rainy rainy days
.hollow are the featured headliners
.glorified are the shining rays of light
.nervous are the rapid fire hipsters
.lovely are the glowing neon moons
.jaded are the rickety old whiners
.joyful are the clowns in the rooms
.plastered are the stumbling weary lads
.floating are the happy go luckys
.pitiful are the half a million strangers
.lonely are the twisting in the wind
.heavy are the hearts that lost their mother
.tortured are the fallen folks of time
.blinking are the lights of motel windows
.charming are the joksters of the hills
.bleeding are the souls of desperation
.ready are the people in the valley
.kneeling are the sinners that repent

John 441

terrible terrible, it's falling from the sky
a whole world is looking up helpless
roars and smoke across the horizon
some poor lost soul was weeping
convinced that time was gone
sad eyes lonely and scarlet
empty like the unforgiven
watery like the regretful
hands folded together
in a seated position
elbows on knees
chin on the top
mind racing
His words
praying
peace
john
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Types Of Love

almost always, we end with an I love you.
the morning shhhh.
an early polish.
love songs a nickel a dozen.

broken love.
budding love.
new love.
hard love.
grateful love.
tough love.
old love.
mirror love.
woman love.
anxious love.
silent love.
island love.
mean love.
sad love.
coasting love.
winner love.
loser love.
funny funny love.

the rambling notes and prose.
expressing love but never specifically.
a general appreciation and occasional attraction.
nothing like the love of a creator.
unapologetic and constant.
the holy act.
loved for all your years.
loved in all ways.

forgiven too.
for things done and left undone.
until the heart cries.
alone we groan.
love is patient.
and kind.

Crystal Sky

...estimating the crystal sky...
...plainly we are adrift...
...just observers to the job...
...took us for all our cash...
...stole my watch too...
...one nation under debt...
...the apocalypse must be near...
...as it always is...
...every day is the end times...
...count them down slowly...

Thinking Will Never End

...hazy and lethargic mind...the combat medicines and sunken eyes...the body heats as its forces are called in...friction produces the energy...head is full of empty thoughts...knowing that thinking will never end...humanity on a space ride refusing to look to the night sky...caught in a circle of years...kept bound by gravity...the gravity...the pull of the sun...another pulling and compelling continues as well...the Son and His way...completely irrational to the modern mind...music continues to satisfy...six notes form a thousand chords...origins unknown and mysterious...constantly awakening my mind...

My Changing Heart

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a hundred thousand dollars to do this job.
the ladies took a break with the tranquil mob.
let me tell you 'bout the time i got robbed.
by the devil himself, but he missed my heart.

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my heart is full of gasoline.
it'll beat 'til the final scene.
fights even while it bleeds.
my heart, my heart.

at some point you find that it's all been tried.
rocket to the moon.  come back alive.
tried every flavor and seen every sky.
loved thy neighbor and loved the child.

my soul is full of elements.
been yearning for the sacraments.
my soul knows where it's been.
my changing heart.

Going Still

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wake up darling, the sun came up
cold wind howling, ice and dust
sounded the warning, made a fuss
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wanna be free

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your time ain't over, you ain't been killed
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going still, you're going still
moving slower, but still gettin' your thrills
going still, you're going still

i don't want to miss the show
i won't dismiss your hopes
to kiss you just once more
it's worth it to me

your time ain't over, you ain't been killed
going still, you're going still
moving slower, but still gettin' your thrills
going still, you're going still

Another Trillion Or Ten

..hardy har har har..
..had a good long laugh..
..this roundtable of talkers..

..hope finally realized..
..keep running the cards..
..the starvers and homeless..

..another trillion or ten..
..good rates and a printer..
..phone bills need to get paid..

..that's a big pie to eat..
..thick and full of ripe fruit..
..still picking fights and stealing..

Roman Numbers

Happiest are those who do the most for others.
Booker T had it right.

Didn't worry bout getting respect.
Although he earned it in the end.

Deserving nothing.
Certainly no made up American dream.

The kind that must be bought.
Or begged for.

Dream about stolen songs and wise women.
This court is in session.

Dropped by the wine bar and sat by the fire.
Winter still chilling the night.

Like those Roman numbers.

The minute hand movements.
Smooth and constant.

Never been older than right now.
A statement that is always true.

German Bones

     What joy a holiday brings. Some sort of honor bestowed. Martin Luther king Jr. Named after his father who was named for Martin Luther. Luther, who stood up, peacefully but boldly, to a church gone wrong. They threw him out of that church. And he persevered. Martin Luther the king Jr was tired of getting thrown out and kicked around. He really organized his community. The original, and best, community organizer. His stage was the alter. His voice was his sermons. 'I have a dream!'. And massive prayer. Martin's old German bones were proud. Proud to call him brother. The hucksters and shakedown artists come later, mocking the sacraments and lying to themselves.

     A Lily was born in the Eldorado valley. This was before the towers fell. She'll confront a foe one day. She'll demand change. A wild pack of glowface dames will follow her and become heard. Once heard, the music will continue forever, melodies and stories. Just remember, my darling', can't nobody control your dreams.

Pretend Glam Rockers

..shucked and jived through the escalator maze.. ..the fooled and the envious all around.. ..all this styling and profiling not for me.. ..pretend glam rockers and hussies..

Tranquil Mobs

.please please please wipe that smile off your face.
.don't you know people out there are suffering.
.all sick and depressed.
.ashamed and disgusted.
.worn by the years.
.jaded by the scenes.
.broken down and busted up.
.pride and stupidity collide.
.get some shelter from the storm.
.run through puddles and slide on the court.
.like novak.
.had my fill and wrote my words.
.sang my songs and smoked my smoke.
.not for now.
.these glowface and tranquil mobs.
.just let it out.accept the truth.
.mick told you about it.no no no.
.driving in my car when that man came on the radio.
.I can't get no.
.no no no.

Tulum Waters

.clear as the tulum waters.
     .wave after wave after wave.

.coming over from the island.
     .been paddling since dawn.

.ready for the big bonfire tonight.
     .heard the server girls were coming.

.after the late seating at la cruz playa.
     .they got those margaritas that glow.

.late night beach walk in barefeet.
     .as always the ocean winds blow wild.

.as ever the duos kissing and wandering.
     .smelling of sweat and mexican lust.

Book Upon Book

all writing is done in the mind
the question of recording it

either by writing or typing or thumbing
having a place to write

or several
and opportunities and time

a true writer doesn't need daily inspiraiton
it is excruciating work

it will crush you--mind, body, and soul
at least a whiff of inspiration is needed

at the beginning
but this could be a brief glimpse

or a faint sound or a memorable taste
set out to explain to no one

an unattainable and maddening occupation of your time
book upon book, poem upon poem, song upon song

Money Grabbers

name of a new year.
the money grabbers keep grabbing.
take it all you pathetic grub.

wrap yourself in my money and save yourself.
create a legacy of robin hood justification.
little John is the thug.

pull your tights up to your navel.
put a feather in your cap.
you're on the payroll.

pay up.
we need to move the spring fashions.
budgets adjusted.

not enough votes for that.
each generation has its challenges.
you get the bill and the tip.

for protection and service.
for fines and fees.
pulling the strings.