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
441

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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ggfc
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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gfcc
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
e
wanna be free

e
your time ain't over, you ain't been killed
ae                ae
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.

Day To Day Rocket

.bleary eyed and restless. .let me be honest. .this day to day rocket. .our wilting tolerance. .forever makers. .icehouse owners. .night of the soul. .when no one is awake. .words are corrupted. .the raging men. .the disgusted women. .get to your feet. .invite the devil too. .he's likely to no show. .we got skin in this place. .check the archives. .an automatic silencer. .summon the will. .request a happy tune. .flaunt your silk face. .walk with a sway.

Pecan Clusters

led down a hall to a room full of pecan clusters.
glazed with sugar and steaming.
the smell was incredible and stays with me always.

morning dreams and fireproof unions.
more good days than bad.
heartbreaks and last second shots.

move the body and expand the brain.
this life, full of cliffs.
jumping jacks flashing the grease.

makeup containers litter the room.
old ways of thinking.
when liberty was for the courageous.

only love matters in the end.
the love of it all.
pleasure and pain.

old and new.
of things not even new yet.
this ain't no American dream.

laws and regulations and socially acceptable behavior.
as long as the checks keep coming and the roads get smoother.
house all the people in the hills.
like the Incas.

name streets after robbers.
make maps of the city limits.
plunged into poverty and reliance.

as the Texicans built barbed wire fences.

Bella 119:59

Read from the Psalms.
Old Testament common ground.

Written in past tense after heavy thought.
Heavy thought man.

Gun range went out of business.
Houses strung together with plaster.

Just got back from a cruise and walked around barefoot.
Had our choice of those female pups.

Took one and called her Bella.
Cash under the table.

I've considered my path.
The steps we'll take.

Get your toenails done.
Pluck your brows.

Got a birthday party coming up.
Sleep well sweet Bella.

Chattered About

.central nervous system.completely shut off for an hour.time to think about how we think.or why we think.and why we think because we think we are superior to other brain equipped animals on this world.only the soul elevates us.the hope for always.this is why we think of death.animals think of death only when its upon them.the lifelong dread and awareness is not there.for humanity, our minds are active in self awareness only.a selfless person has not been known.for the last two thousand, or so, years anyway.prior to that, bands of cannibals roamed the land.violence is nothing new.brutality is old.persecution is real.protect and serve.echoes repeat on the other side of the valley.progress and civilization advancing.move aside you fighters.stand down you gangsters.look ahead and see where the path leads.romeos of all colors selling the plan.for themselves, remember.to coast at the end.be chattered about fondly.no wisdom left behind.just a past..

Ways To Consider

in a distorted panic, the stumble to the window.
visions of the promised resurrection to come.
glassy eyes from years of being a dreamer.
dreams as a way of life, creating inspiration.
walking shaky ground with careful thought.

seems like the world keeps going sideways.
the mind is damaged by what it endures.
the body, we know, will be wrecked.
only the soul can escape untouched.

resisting logic and ignoring common thought.
reaching untypical and alternate conclusions.
indignant, restrained, resigned to fate.

all the frauds are illuminated in the end.
spotlights will shine and fingers will point.

ways to consider and steps to take.  


    

Pleas Of The Soul

.rotting from the inside out.

.choking on the decline of dignity.

.checking him out from shoe to top.

.calculating up the competition.

.respect the pain envy can inspire.

.unsurprising but unexpected.

.compromising lines in the sand.

.ignoring the pleas of the soul.

Overtaking The Day

the morning bed, with it's comfort and warmth.
sleeping minds treasuring another minute or three.
vanity will wake them eventually, reluctant still.
we'll have brrrrrs and hollars and other noises.
overtaking the day, disregaridng time and living.
listening to the digital sounds, the fans and chirps.

zipzipchirp.
errrrzitttchu.
zazazaeekk.
beeeeeeep.

chill of the wind still awaking the still sleeping bones.
holy promise if only ideas were actually created.
he was, and is, and will always be, the original creator.
his full image we can only hope to understand one day.
creator of moments and opportunities and inspiration.
and to think he created us in his image, creators all.

da.boop.de.baup.lala.do.didly.pop.la.da.da.dee.da.dee.da.ahh.




    

Spanish Roots

a room full of wine drinkers.
talking of the great grape harvest.
texas roots and imported spanish vines.
spanish roots can't make it in the texas soil.
some sort of hybrid was developed and nurtured.
care was taken to allow for several years of oversight.
the vines now robust and mighty in the large waves of rows.
the explanations were magnificent and i understood the reasons.
get it to the bottle and capture the liquids of the earth with a cork.
finest grapes in the world grow on mitas hill in north collin county.  



  

Sipping From The Dish

.part the sea again Lord.
 .free your people.
  .sing holy songs and blow trumpets.
   .those girls want a tree.
     .and a list.

.hide your sneeze in your sleeve please.
 .we can do without you for a day.
  .or two.
   .renegade wranglers.
    .tophat chasers.

.respectable reputations.
 .all dignified and trusted.
  .adversity absorbed.
   .sponge of madness.
    .shaken loose by use.

.proclaim your future.
 .set the scene.
  .watch her sip from the dish.
   .sipping like a cat.
    .and barking like a dog.

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Floppy Shoes

him who brought levity and grace.
who told you about the mistakes.
lighting the path all the way through.

aware of each specific experience.
aware of the thoughts of others even.
but uncaring and resolved to fate.

blend in with the marching band.
waive flags and throw flaming batons.
wind blown tangles and floppy shoes.

all the days are owed your attention.
attend to the particulars of your culture.
make your written words count.  

Creekbed Day

she really works for her supper.
all day long worry about the little ones.

waking her deep sleeps.
every day is its own.

a sunrise and a sunset.
dusk and dawn.

the day makes sense.
seasons too.

changes are evident and recurring.
a week and a month are man made.

all the days already named.
named before they arrived.

it is a tradgedy.
i want to name my days.

yesterday was creekbed day.
the previous, follow the sun.
today, maybe earning applause.

but she does awake.
and works.

works to keep that spark.
breathing in heavy.

his enthusiatic row.
sleep is easy now.

her work is complete.
hopefully he's been tamed.

Texico (draft): Holy Water

    
     To some, water is the most essential element.  Not only does it ensure sanitary living, but the soul needs the cleansing prior to the arrival of the Holy Spirit.  If you were to invite God over for dinner, would you not give your house a good cleaning?  Wash that infant soul.  Because of its obvious importance and tremendous abundance, many steps were taken in the early days of Texico to develop the water purification industry. The process was very simple and required only steam emissions.  The abundant ocean waters could be consumed.  Privately funded infrastructure was improved and, relatively quickly, the deserts and dust of western Texico became an oasis.

     The Pacific Ocean water proved more tasty and fresh.  Baja was known as the Pias de Agua--Land of Water.  The Gulf water better for irrigation and swimming pools.  Gulf mud baths were a luxury for vacationing tourists and locals alike.  The Caribbean waters were left alone mostly, but a few private companies had created huge fresh water lakes using the sacred clear water and seafood fed the masses.  Along with beef, tomatoes, almonds, cheese, spices and herbs and peppers of a thousand varieties.  Texico was a culture focused on its culture.  Music was everywhere.  The beats were reggae, cajun, honkeytonk, blues. All jazzed up and plugged in.  Every night was an event.  No better way to end the day.  Also, days of the week were abandoned in Texico.  Dates were fine, the brilliance of the Mayans, but the Monday - Sunday weekly marker disappeared in Texico.  Generally, private employers gave a number of days per year off. The average Texican works about half the days of a year.  The rest are sick days, vacation days, birthdays, holidays, sabbath days, family days, and health days.  The schools in Texico work in much the same fashion. Education is customized, individualized, and specialized.  Technology is used creatively and effectively to provide very low cost education.  After only ten years as a nation, the Texican children were the smartest in the world and contributed to innovation of thoughts, ideas, and methods at very early ages. America had its Ivy League; Texico had its Cyber League.  Texicans didn't go away to big buildings to get educated, week after week after week.  Like voting, school was largely done through the internet.  Cheaper, better, customized.  The industries of the modern world required a new model from the three R- reading/rightin/rithmatic educations of the poor American children.

     Texican water and purification systems would also have major impact abroad as well.  By 2050, the Sahara Desert had completely disappeared.  Changed, like western Texico, into a lush green bed.  The Australian Outback as well.  Ice cultivation and earth heating technology, invented by Dr. Dale DeVille, transformed Greenland into a vast prairie region.  Innovation was what Texico was known for most and it's relationships with almost all the countries of the world were strong.  Relations with America were always tinged with a bit of frost, although mutual interests and business realities kept the peace assured.  A war between the nations never occurred.

     Once the succession was ratified by America during the Second Louisiana Purchase Agreement in 2020, blood shedding was never considered a prudent action.  Although the nations never declared war on each other, border skirmishes were common in the early days of Texico with the Battle of Lake Texoma and the San Diego Incident being the most notorious.  The Okies desire for acceptance into Texico was normal, but never had a group of people banned together in tribal unity and violence demanding to become part of nation. This level of intensity was usually reserved for factions of people breaking away from a country. Perhaps that’s what was happening.  The Okies, desperate to leave America like the Texans, directed the anger at Texico.  Because the Okies had no real guns, the fighting was done through bows and arrows, and knifes.  When 2,000 Okies stormed over the Denison dam and marched into downtown Denison announcing their arrival, 20,000 Texico citizens showed up a day later and sent them running back in a haze of shotgun fire.  Texicans didn't like their style and saw no future for the Okies in Texico.  In San Diego, tunnels were dug to funnel people into Texico from America.  This was during the Mexican American and Asian American race war of 2026.  The people of San Diego wanted Texico to protect and accept them as their own, but the Californians were insistent on certain demands and the Texicans passed on the deal.  Insulted, the San Diego Brigade of the Mexican American army turned it's fury towards Texico.  Details are undisclosed, but the Texican Especialista Unidad was called in and the conflict ended quickly.  The following day, the Brigade had another commander with a more reasonable attitude towards Texico and tensions subsided.

     A pipeline now runs from the Pacific Ocean to the Edwards Aquifer.  It is the purest water in all the world, hailed for its healing qualities and mineral content.  The holy water of Texico.

Texico (Draft): Follow The Sun

 
     Texican hands were rough. Full of earth spots, sun spots, and nicks.  From the fertile dark soils of the northeast to the dust left over from the dust bowl of the previous century, there was a purpose for all the dirt.  Sands of Galveston, Padre Island, and the Yucatan Rivera met the Sea of the Gulf.  Baja and Acapulco bid farewell to the Pacific.  It does always go east to west it seems.  Follow the sun.

     The family farm was a thriving industry in Texico.  Robust local economies supported direct trade. Producer to consumer was the normal exchange.  Only manufacturers of large or specialized items used middle men.  Mostly, it was direct and modestly priced.  America's corrupt institutions included its economy, where several deals were contracted and negotiated before the buyer got to decide.  Persuasions to fool the masses represented the largest industry in America.  Advertising and media.  Billboards were not existent in Texico, where anything to burden the evening views and morning sunrises was scorned by the population. Money was a means to an end, not the end of the rainbow.  Many American farmers migrated to Texico to live the life they knew.  The estado of Trinity, with its spring rains and rich soil, largely supplied the nation's food and textiles needs, allowing economies of other areas to focus on other industries.  There was cooperation and strategy, not competition and sabotage, among the estados of Texico.  Oil energy in Delta, sugarcane in Veracruz, wind energy in Ogallala, technology in Pecos, automobiles in Chihuahua, media and tourism in Yucatan, telecommunications in Mexico, financial services in Brazos, sports in Tabasco, music in Galveston, beer and wine in Louisiana, foreign exporting in Baja, and the farming and ranching of Trinity.  Never had the world seen a well coordinated and executed strategy applied to an entire economy.  The results were spectacular for all Texicans. 

     The term limits written into the Texico Papers ensured innovation and evolution of thought.  Creative solutions to problems and, more importantly, the avoidance of creating new problems motivated the politicians and their actions.  Like the economy, middle men were cut out of government.  Politics was not an industry like the still-greasy Washington D.C. of America.  The lobbying profession barely existed and went underground.  Offenders would rightly be brought up on bribery charges, usually convicted, and sent to an Ogallala tent prison.

                

Left Brain Maniacs

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harmonica tones and blabber mouths.
two times the tears as yesterday.
and it's only noon.

left brain maniacs and hopers.
silly dances and wails.
lunged for a slice of muffin.

cobwebs and crazy faces.
our globe turns and speeds through space.
the territorial games.

huffing and puffing.
plenty of h2o.
plenty of love to go around.

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we are tangled up in love, together forever on a timeless ride.  we are the frozen tramps with glory plans so we can sleep at night.  call out for me in the desert, forgive me for my lies.  honey please forgive me for all my lies.          

reaching desperately for the ladder.
the boat won't stop now.
you can make it--swim!

on the deck they're giving eyes.
reading minds and blaming.
starving for a moment of flight.

Said Willie And LBJ

Chatter chatter chatter
My guy my guy my guy
Winner winner winner
Chatter chatter chatter
Historic and extremely important
It's all a game of dice
God is indifferent
The devil is a political junkie
Hope they pick up all the signs
Don't mess with Texas
Said Willie and LBJ.

Pull The Shades Tight

...trips through the garage. the trash carried, the rakes and cutters. same star is always there. the once great meadow now an estate. and the world revolves around them all. the importance of each life. outcomes only temporary, pain endured. lock 'em down girls. pull the shades tight. the bikers and wheel boys keep coming around. looked him in the eye and told him the truth. he seemed to understand as I explained the rules. don't come around here again. these girls don't like you...

Long Sleepers

razor birds flying on a clear morning,
playing games of tag in between giggles.

long sleepers complain about disinclusion,
sincere and heartbroken the woman screams.

carefully creating a long and static life,
knowing nothing more and enjoying the earth.

evolution in an instant and watery eyes,
the fear of this life gone for good.

Of Blues And Joy

....busted out of a lion's den. tested the world until it tamed me. tasted chocolates and wine. felt the softest skin. saw the most incredible sights. heard canyon birds make music as the evening smells rose from the canyon floor. the balancing of indulgement and restraint, blind faith and intellect, rest and work, poverty and prosperity, and of blues and joy....

Punk Rockers And Deadlifters

.went crazy last night.
.remembering 20 years of toil.
.silk and plaid ties and shades.
.the fast and loose aren't around anymore.
.came and went and came and went.
.figured them as part of the lost tribe.
.down from upstate New York .
.voices I've heard for ages.
.huge voices with cackles and spit.
.punk rockers and deadlifters.
.slick cats toeing the line of integrity.
.old men working and working.