Like That Stones Country Song

...the candle has flickered out.only smoke still rises.warm wax settled back.those mansions on the hills seem hopeless.full of emptiness and brawlers.bring back the hello times.make room for the fleeting.only the restless still cry.only the wishful have heartache.breaking every day.the loud and the lonely.got that something in the eyes.far away.like that stones country song.driving home early sunday morning through bakersfield.listening to gospel music on the colored radio station.sound waves redirected.baptized in the names.cleaner of souls through this dirty life.some can't take the grime.some see it for what it is.some lather up in the mud.these separate lives.each with a shot.to inspire.the saving has been done.no time for that.weeks of desire.months of rain.years of seasons.glow in the night.glow like the prophets.the lighter is near.

This Empty Suit Room

...this empty suit room.full of itself.full of gamers and hypocrites.full of tyrants and theives.kicking the people.tricking the people.sticking it to the people.flags on the lapels.hairspray odor and grease stains.and the talkers tell us all about it.the public folks.the national jokes.the full of smokes.only the crazy can save us.the outlandish.the strange and weird.he said he was God.that great teacher said he was God.and he was.it has been proven.the word confirms.the truth and the light.that is glowface.but that is off topic.back to the scammers and schemers.we heard.we heard.but your words were empty.like your suit.integrity is lost.play the fiddle.Joe had a cotton eye.Jim was slim.Jack was a maniac.John pulled the con.no time for history to decide.taking us on a joy ride.we got thermals for the cold.we got misters for the heat.

The Rust And The Rain

.the rust and the rain.corrosion of iron.drinks of life.the desert regions are alive with survivors.floods tore out the bridges.the mountains must be climbed.reach up closer to the stars.they are static.they chart our movements.lock up the psycos.let the crazy go free.act without rational consideration.listen to your guide.ignore your thoughts.they wander unreliability.they are connected to all the senses.recognize the thirst and remain still.banish the clocks.remain alive and notice.communicate with eyes.listening by seeing.if you can see.actions do speak louder than words.

Passing Twenties

.just a mule I am.put on that heavy pack and keep walking.waking too.one day it'll all end.time waits for no one.it ain't gonna wait for me.no one else is gonna get on the ladder.no one else is gonna drive that tollway road.keep muling it man.passing twenties around like a deck of cards.that one eyed jack is the snake.queens sit and wait for the lower classes to fold.this is the mating season.all my mates done gone away.cooking for the following day.pack a lunch and grease the axles.drive with the windows down and the sunroof open.let the wind whip your hair and cool your sweat.catch up on the tragedies and try to pray constantly.fire off a message or two.give accolades and high fives.a sober season of beatness.an unsettling within and reliance on truth.an awful demeanor and manufactured smiles.grown men know.used up and cornered.made a fool and trampled.an accepted role of crazed protector.an embraced role really.the stare and the silence.the telling.not asking.awkwardness is fine with me.

Automatic Telephones

.get rid of my ridicule.beyond encouragement.an empty figure with quitters all around.the middle way can put on the squeeze.never too high.the lows, quick and severe.automatic telephones and recorders.the meat eaters left hours ago.looking for an edge.seeking challenges and tests.measuring up and marching in time.drummers man, drummers.that's where the shake happens.popping elbows and knees.you gotta catch her coming down.at least help her up.grudges upon grudges.judges upon judges.one day a word will be made up to describe it all.but that is far off.

Suburbans Everywhere

.suburbans everywhere, with sirens and flashing blue and red lights.brand new suburbans, perfect and waxed.civic pride and logos.juristictions and law.k9 units and radars.drones in the sky and hackers on staff.tapped into the worldwide protectors.unionized and revered.always American cars.cut cost and improve the performance of the fleet by going Japanese.better than the Germans even.its been proven and the anecdotal evidence is validating.made in the USA did us more harm than good.like entitled brats.nothing patriotic about blind nationalism.4 suburbans with one officer in each one.maybe for the SWAT team, but not traffic duty.the efficiency of motorcycles.call Harley Davidson.

Talk

.that's a paper honey....you mean they used to print the news on paper?....yep, billions and billions of trees I estimate over the years....oh my God, trees were killed to produce paper?....it was worth it, think of the value of books....what's a book?....look it up. call your friend and tell her the plan....already told her.....you talked to her?.....no, but I told her.....you can't tell anybody anything without talking to them.....I texted her.....then say informed to be correct.....you don't know what your talking about.....at least I'm talking......keep talking dad.

Sing Like A Gypsy

She told me she was tired. I believed her. Work came naturally and the instinct to do as much as possible was possessed. These woers and whiners should look within. He is there and that's all that you need to know. Get to know him and understand the facts. Of course, everyone's tired. As they should be. Grateful for being healthy enough to be tired. Happily tired, humbly tired. Replenished by morning. Get on them knees and pray girl. Thank him for the headaches and heartaches. Blame him too. These are the moments that important decisions are made. This is not a minor point. Steady and with thought. Methodical and patient. The force is not with me, but the spirit is. Word to your mother, brother. Sing like a gypsy. Wear beads and earth tones. Deny the heat, deny the ice age. Ask for proof, like Thomas. Open to influence and sway. Everybody is tired. Truer words have never been spoken.

Serena And Venus

.the primal instincts.undeniable and alive.to feed.to love.to protect.to provide.to guide.to hear.to speak.to sing honey.this transfer of life.this passing down.or up rather.either way, it is a heavy weight.a constant pulse.we could live together for a long time in partnership.in common pursuits.each knowing other worlds exist.better worlds, worse worlds.the interesting is all around.being observed and relentless.human nature rules this world.resisting creates pain.endure the season.cross courts, back courts, down the lines, and come from behinds.those europeans have taken over tennis.except for serena and venus.

Consult The Soul

A singular and microscopic focus. Insignificant to the vast majority, not even a minority to care. Distractions to a minimum, although never completely eliminated. All of our senses are feeding in. The mind and body consult the soul which is in constant need of restoration, retaliation, and refinement. But the singular focus remains. To make saints. Oswald hit it today. He does not pity the fools.

Hijacking The Gift

.a party ain't gonna save you buster.tea or otherwise.just a group of selfish, ignorant thugs wrapping themselves in rightousness.high minded and afraid, not noticing the freedom they already have.the courage is missing.the walls are crumbling.label it with a flag.what a disgrace.talking birthrights and hijacking the gift given to all.grace is missed.its simplicity and ease.keeping us on edge with breaking news alerts.one per hour.part of the regular programming.sarin gas in Syria, horse meat in taco bell.never ate horse, that I know of, dog neither, although my dad was served dog in China until he called over the chef and threatened him.he didn't eat it.thankfully.will not cross the canine line, but I love cow.calf especially.Italian style.yes, the walls are crumbling and the cities are not at peace.laid back and ran fingers through hair.I see clearly now.fires, smoke, destruction.but you can put a dress on it, prop it up.stick that chest out big.my mind will not stop, my body will not go to sleep.until then, I rest.

Kicked In The Jaw

I saw I saw.my mamma and my paw.give everything they got.from the time that I crawled.I wish I wish.I could just go fish.wake up some morning.with an unexpected kiss.he bleeds he bleeds.just for you and me.just for you and me girl.all we ever need.I fall I fall.go tumbling down the hall.cut and bruised myself.got kicked in the jaw.I stand I stand.without any of my band.singing what's on my mind.and written by my hand.I plead I plead.if you would only read.early or late after eight.go where the spirit leads.I pray I pray.til my dying day.when the angels pick me up.fly away fly away.....c..g...d7...c..g.....

Beatnik In The Afternoon

.coffee every single morning.take one cup or two.beatnik in the afternoon.always awake til two.bread is served at every meal.he's there he's there he's there.forgiving and the living.time will not be feared.all the voltage we could need.the house is full of glow.last night's sleep was peaceful and cool.today we stop the show.

When The Animals Take Over

.meager, meager provisions.a united and sacrificial effort.every temptation.every choice.almost too much to consider.how each decision leads to another.the if whens.the if thens.the whys.all topics of regret or pride.when the bed is turned down, when the moon shines bright, when the animals take over.dreams are just the drool.the mind not shutting down.the nerves not dimming their glow.fatigued and tight.pains in the neck and commerce.those hooks run deep.only pain endurance.only perseverance.it goes away.crawls away.hibernates.

Hundred Stars Tonight

.assembled for an event.the lifting up.as on a cross.worshiped hypocritically.pride stripped clean.but we got spirit.yes we do.the ability to reflect divinity.make divine choices.a direct channel to channel your misdirections.spiritulality takes guts.rates are high.the lakes are low.drink the water.it is clean.drink the wine too.enjoy the day.dawn and dusk.count a hundred stars tonight.peaceful slumber.

The Rainbow Disappeared

.slip in from the outer world.make the night neon.get up out of your seat and dance.everyone likes the robot.popping the moves and moonwalking.see the reflections in windows.call up the mayor.hoot and holler.get dizzy and lie down.dream about the past and wake up sleepy.thought she knew what was going on.thought she found the golden goose.but the rainbow disappeared.the pot was empty.those egyptians are crazy.bloodthirsty and old.dependant and indignant.let egyptians be egyptians.those brotherhood dudes are serious.the sisterhood remains silent.faces covered and silent.awkward alliances and political gain.the nile is red.pyramids in the shape of orion.where thought is created.privacy is an illusion.millions of eyes in the skies.paranoia and justification.wanna go to the third party.where the truth flows free and howls are heard.sitting around in a drum circle and speaking your mind.

Lazy Eye

.its just all a bunch of talk.no action.twisting and occupied.rejuvenated but cluttered.someone grab the paper towels.spilt milk.nurturing and healthy.brilliant and sufficient.look around for the next splash.the new cool.exceptional and beat.bopping and banging.slow down for the relaxed.lazy eye.talented and notorious.vain and beautiful.wrap up your hair and glow.face masks.deceptive and inauthentic.flattering and calm.pour up some whisky sours.shoot two.harsh and rewarding.stumbling and slurring.plant a tree in the front.deep roots.complicated and thirsty.noisy and hypnotic.

The Square Is Buzzing Like A Hive

.let out a long moan.stretch the limbs for long periods.keep the play alive.love for another day.another chance.this phase of birth.this time for change.all around identities are attended.paint the walls clean.cut in the corners.prepare yourself for any outcome.let the present moments be noticed.pushing wind around.its the only way.soul suffocation can be avoided.this is known.prescriptions of hope pills.covered in nature.colliding with technology.ethics and norms elusive.private eye been watchin' you.public eye too.grape songs and vine talks.deserved recognition of cultural significance.those local yocals.the square is buzzing like a hive.suburban mothers desperate for something old.fathers drinking cold english beers.the tattooed the taboo.browns shoes and waynes.rented out a booth.a dickens of a set.maddog blowing harp.overcame his stage freight.redeemed mind.look at us now.older, but not old yet.

Untold Stories

...and so on says so much.think of the missed thoughts.remember the untold stories.hock the whole damn place.rub nickels together and live modestly.throw a wide net.go fishing for the bounty.drip the drip.drop the drop.rock around the clock.write it all down.make a list.diversify and persevere.performance art and timelines...

The Great Wines Of Texico

...all my invited guests, please stand and be recognized.the lab in the back.potions and concoctions.drink each grape.the chilled one, my favorite.completely tended with perfectly straight rows.the vines maturing and established.netted and clipped.huge buckets filled and sorted.ready for the crushing.buy a case or a bottle, see you next harvest.heat settled in the windless back fields.Texas roots.Spanish vines.the great wines of Texico.

Electrician

.that electrician gonna make me wait all evening.really want an hour to myself.the meetings and the nonsense.big moments all around.being principled ain't easy.set the bar lower and lower.cultural standards don't matter.they've been eroded and rusted.passing through time while time still matters.wasting away and moaning for relief.it is a very small world.digital and exponential.uncommon sense is rare indeed.the light girls are beaming.today was a butt kicker.wish that electrician would show up soon.

Sweethearts Of The Piney Woods

I'll listen to you girl.talk about your hair and being disrespected.go a half step slower.wait silently for your liberation.it will come soon.packs of foxes and wolves.sharpen your teeth and shine your skin.glow like the sun.strap that seatbelt on tight.clear the deck.this ride never stops.horrible twists.clicking climbs.breathless drops.turns and more turns.teenage operators anxious to clock out.the night will wait.life awaits your life.have a seat around this table.wash down that bread with a huge drank o wine.repeated opportunities to create and love.walk among the saints.Janis was just a sweet port arthur babe.pick up your trash and be polite.get your sleep and stretch your legs.cover the water til it boils.learn to be disappointed.trust the intentions.sweethearts of the piney woods.

The Lawyers Won

.no wonder the ice caps in the south are melting.that sun is hot.only a few can have an intellectual debate.we got a country to run.but we gotta run for it first, and always.the desperate and perpetual thinking.took sides long ago.this is a certain kind of party.doctors and lawyers can hardly ever really agree.hardly ever.the lawyers working the system.as is thier profession.skilled and oiled.the doctors, methodical and thoughtful.an artist's eye.steady hands.you like em when you need em.you love em when you need em.doctors or lawyers.the balance of these professions, and attributes. can lead to effective government.but imbalance creates miserable political conditions.the lawyers won.

Joker's Buggy

em..am..em..amgem..amemx3..amgem..can't trust just anybody.snakes and spiders roam the land.can't break those hearts in two.make way for the plastic man.can't blame the downtrodden.circumstances were wild.can't forget the joker's buggy.needs to arrive in style....(chorus)....and when we run we run to you.to the son with the truth.these are my proclamation boots.he came, he died, he rose for you.....can't leave your satchel bare.obligations and mistakes.can't bring back the gone.they moved across the lake.can't see my future anymore.neon lights blinding and hot.can't search my soul anymore.fight's already been fought...chorus...

Taking Off From Guam

The dawn, earliest light. Sad awakers and jumping jacks. Immediatly a sherbert uprising. Hook em. And clear the line. Likely the vaccum broke. Ingenious. Not much screaming and yelling. Less than I thought. Colombian nick. Ole Joe. Sound system not even working. Cheerios damnit! That child can play that grand piano. All the practicing paying off. The cowboys and the texans squared off. T.I. days. Finally chased that indian girl to Kansas city. Still not tolerating incompetence. Highly involved. Beware Asian pilots. Taking off from Guam can be rough.

Sweet Tea

...this is unexplainable. After a lifetime of drinking unsweet tea, a craving for sweet tea hit me like a pool cue. These things just don't happen. Very rarely anyway. Must have been the furious tennis match in 100 degree Texas heat, the court reflecting and deflecting. The sun was still high and the dense air sunk low. Depleted of common, and necessary, elements. Plauged by poor backhand returns and sweat poring into my glasses. Should've wore contacts. We came to a predictable conclusion and limped home. Knotted calves and genuine fatigue. Maybe that was it. The sweet tea was left by my wife. Surely she would want it, but she left. Back in an hour. This tea would go to waste, I thought. Somehow, and for some reason, I really wanted the tea then and there. I knew it was sweet. I knew I hated sweet tea. Sweet and low is a scar on the world. But then, right then, I didn't care. It went down quick and smooth. The sweetness woke me up and brought me joy. Refreshed. Now, I don't know if I'll ever drink sweet tea again, but I loved sweet tea that instant. Again, this cannot be explained. And it is known that an explanation has not been asked for. It's just weird, you know? Unexpected and welcomed. No future expectations or change in permanent tea status.

We The People Party

.we the people party.
.all day and all night.
.been acting naughty.
.she's a lovely sight.

Shake

.a permanent record
.the digital footprints
.guided by celebrity and consumerism
.motivated by satisfaction moments
.unaware of the future ahead
.unconcerned
.as we all should be
.resting calmly for good reason
.truth is a powerful thing
.but resting gets old
.we think we are needed

.no

.rest and shine even a dim light
.the way for one person
.it is worth your life
.knowing it will never end
.asked how I know
.that's the word
.deliberate is the pace

.eight
.eight
.eight

.work
.shake
.sleep

.gotta balance this ship
.raise the anchors
.find a drinking hole
.order a shot of moonshine
.light it on fire and shoot it fast
.wake up those insides
.clean up your attic son
.wash all the windows baby
.fire still burning in my gut
.mind is full of raw nerve endings
.beyond description and explanation

.if worthy
.if responsible
.if compelled

.spill it out
.tell em twice.

Golder Gold

.the styrofoam coffee cups were stacked high.complimentary for paying folks.move that rubber.grip that road.want the newer ones on back.50 thousand miles of vocational transport.over near the perot ranch.camels and kangaroos.not too many empty suits.but a few.sacrificing for golder gold.never enough buster.there is no such thing.a wicked pursuit.

Between Spur and Jayton

far out in the open spaces, between spur and jayton.
we were fully loaded.
set the targets so we faced east, the afternoon sun blazing through the brush trees.
took off down the cliff and took a drink of the cool creek water.
clean and tasty.

 the 45 was a cannon.
the rifle was pinpoint.
some story about shooting up a fridge.
gotta clear that chamber.
erasing body art and going a hundred between counties.

midnight runs and lime beers.
neighbor eyes and drive byes.
kitchen table recordings and white river lake situations.
final run through the canyon floor and the waters most surely will rise.
the holy waters of texico.

slipped through the mayor's backdoor and caught the last of the sun.
screened porch was dark.
old men nodding off and wavering.
music looping in the background.
mix of ray wylie, stones, metallica, and beastie boys.

groans when i slid in lucinda, but they came around.
she's got that rough voice.
a rocker woman.
 a woman in control.
likes those guitars sounds.

billy the kid ballads and wine songs.
writing in a glowing hurry.
afternoon contests of strength and will.
evening stamina and naps.
like a shock, like a rush, like a warp.

the journey back begins.
final rewinds and reluctant reunions.
nothing has changed.
the west ends in jacksboro.
if you're going east.

                   

King Of The Court

   
     We are all committed. 16 brave tennis warriors will take the court at 8am. July 13th. Eagles Landing Tennis Complex on the grounds of Allen High School. This community united in the pursuit of attaining tennis royalty. Out of this group we will crown a King, we will identify a Prince, we will complete the Royal Court of the Court with the naming of a Duke and an Earl. Arrivals should be punctual and your absence should be communicated quickly. Please bring a can of unopened tennis balls, a healthy supply of water, and perhaps a power bar or two. Look for a registration table. We have courts 1-8 for the historic, and inaugural, event. As you know, we will be utilizing the Isner Scoring Method (ISM). It will all be explained and make perfect sense to everyone quickly. 60 games between 6 different players of different skill levels. A test. We will change the trajectory of this great game in America. Considering the american results in the 2013 Wimbledon, a change in course is desperately needed. The polish are punking us for dang sakes!! Opening session--30 games-- will occur in the early morning. After an hour rest and nourishment, we will begin the closing session. We should be completed by 2. You will be exhausted, you will be shocked. You might be King of the court. Royals, and common folk alike, are invited to recover and recount the battle at the Londoner in waters creek at the conclusion of the tournament. Good luck in your pursuits.

Wobbly Tire

we know we are all brothers and sisters.
humanity, unified.

cling to the traditions that you know.
memorize, recount.

streaking down the road on a wobbly tire.
inevitable, crash.

the clean recording is what we're after.
isolate, equalize.

this withdrawing culture making pacifists.
tranquilized, tired.

sleeping in the fields between the rows.
suffocating, sneezing.

dust dusting up behind trucks in the distance. 
plowing, sowing.

night sky exploding musical celebrations.
patriots, glowing. 

The Texican Delta

that dude pulling the race car is driving like a madman.
weaving in and out, tailgating everyone.
sunburnt people in a rush and cussing gas prices.

quite an operation they got going on the island.
southern rockers and barefoot pickers.
everyone from somewhere else and smiling.

it's hard work to relax and have a good time.
expensive too.
we must get digital evidence in black, white, and coral.

queen of buns wore pink with a huge bow on front.
the woman in her is busting out and raging.
learning hard lessons about the nature of humanity.

grainy a.m. stations with protectors and defenders.
wish they had a good jazz station in dallas.
monk and miles and grover and fagen.

compelled to worship and pray, called to proclaim.
religious culture warriors step aside.
culture will always change, now it's your turn.

change your heart, save your soul, turn and testify.
Jesus didn't sue anyone.
spoke for Himself, died for all.

they got sugarcane all up through there.
the soggy middle of the texican delta.
bumpy backroad shortcuts and stalled out trains.



           

Texas Plates

.those waves getting bigger and bigger.dark clouds on the curve.wondering if the earth is perfectly round.or relatively perfectly round.tattoos are high art.permanent attitude.permanent memory.permanent color.all this talk of black white hispanic arab asian albino eskimo leads to divides.humanity's obsessive need for identity.eventually we will all be melted down to one.unified in the upper room.compromises not made, tolerating and proclaiming.only the truth to convince.a bigger challenge lies ahead.one that will require all.political games put aside.the slick get the back seat.the talkers make way for the walkers.bionic, like the 6 million dollar men.connected, in a glowface tribe.that big cloud is headed right this way.bringing thunder and bolts.this is a high voltage area.we are ready for a flood, but an electrical fire is unexpected.survivalist and the like will roam the land.the bafoons were right.that singer don't understand melody.the combining of articulation and speed.finish off those lines man!.you got too much programmed in.sweet home alabama and u.s.a. songs.on the docks.everybody throwing money around.locals and their thinly veiled disdain.same as colorado when they see those texas plates.watch out for the tourist traps.super glue and postcards.the sand trucks are full.the nets are out.grab a shovel and dig.bury all evidence.looks like the trouble is going east.dodged another one.

Huxlian World

.more huxlian than orwellian.it is a brave new world
.revisited in the 60s and found to be speeding at a high rate.and we got rates to spare.birth rates
.death rates.interest rates
.heart rates.tax rates
.unemployment rates.likability rates
.hotel rates.parasailing rates
.green fee rates.drink rates
.we are pacified and calm.manipulated and confused
.the hard work's been done.eliminate the mad and unbreakable
.a raging and committed mob.all because of no term limits
.congressional dictatorship.those fools think they got us fooled
.two parties in cahoots.for years and years
.convinced that we are the chosen.which we are, but so is everybody else
.convinced God needs us.He wants us
.yep He does.He don't need jack, jack
.we are all chosen to choose.we have help in deciding
.oh Holy Spirit.live forgiven
.those radical reverend words.counted 365 waves before 7:50am
.distracted by music.photographic paralysis
.lock that moment forever.digital immortality
.erwin park has a hollow wooden sound.protest of the protest
.boarded that boat in the open seas.a speed cruiser with seasick sailors
.and sailorettes.you got what you got around here
.beautiful.beautiful creatures
.good Lord.my oh my
.walking by, walking by.I'm just waiting on a friend
.got my smooth skinned lady.full and complete peace is a lie while oxygen still needs to be breathed
.but there are times.the good times of the senses
.because i like my fish cooked, you see.in butter and garlic
.prepared.don't need proof it's fresh
.good chefs have integrity.obsessive owners
.the only way.she did it
.came down from high in the sky.hit the deck, safe and sound
.this world ain't scary honey.it is brave and new.

Blues In The Air

.those jackson bums don't talk much.cops walking the beat with flashlights and tasers.lott furniture boarded up and vacant.the cohen brothers sold suits back when hats were in.whites only, i'm sure.stones picked barroom queens in country honk.cash got married in a fever.dylan stayed down here much too long.morning mosquitoes and dirty patio tables.those two taxi drivers were up to something.chimney town.evolution never evolved here.car lots and government work now.casinos over in vicksberg.all you blue shirts, pull up your trousers.limping around like a sad state of affairs.hold your head up, quit acting like losers.sins of the past make way for sins of the future.mississippi tent revival.where the hairspray boys get their kicks.billboard pictures and salvation.morning gets a late start.blues in the air.

The Resort Girls

  
     Consider me a very interested observer.  Skin in the game.  Years and years of beebopping and reverbbing.  Just searching for the creases and crannies.  Nooks've all been found.  Somehow, someway, a turn of the corner is coming.  I can't tell you what and I can't tell you why, but I can tell you when.  Someday.  Someday is when.  Chunking flowers on the ground and snubbing your nose at steak.  Like a bovine insult.

     The A/C got a tune up.  Running like a dream, freezing the summer months.  Circulation improved with regular maintenance.  Heats up on the south side.  Sun beats right through the huge oaks in front, heats the brick up good.  We could get cooked up in here.  Once again, God bless the folks who work in the air conditioning industry.  Public servants of the south, appointments stacked back to back.  On call always.  You can, and should, control your climate.  In one ear and out the other.  That dude don't listen.  Ready golf I said!  Cheering up and sounding off.  We fought when we had to.  Our duty was done.  Kohrea was a mother.  Colder than a deep freeze.  The rightous end wars.  Making peace by whatever means is needed.  Elimination, unconditional surrender, or death.  We'll sort out the details over tonics and gins and wild turkey.

     Those tobacco boys shoulda come clean.  It's cool to die.  Very near the truth.  With dignity and peace.  We know the pain is coming.  Our very own crucifixion, complete with last words and see you laters.  Old men want to decide, they want to instruct the less wise.  But the young are deciding on their own, claiming the future for themselves.  Polite and courteous, grinning slyly, the old of the future.  Every generation gets a clean chance, an opportunity to proclaim.  Do not go silently into that great night.  Rollick around.  Stumble into walls.  Knock on the doors of your neighbors.  Put your face up to the glass.  Hopes and dreams and inspiration.  Spend these hours wisely, watch the sun rise and set daily.  Weather permitting.  Earn your weekly wage, pay your monthly debts, two vacations a year.  Ahhh, those white sands of Destin.  The resort girls.  Morning winds and nightly life.  Count them waves, all of them that come in.  Your life in the grains of sand.

                                                            

Together To Forever

gd
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.