Nothing More

Nothing More



 


1.

 
Nothing more repugnant
 
than a man made of gold
 
who's slippery tongue and tower
 
of glass shades the world in
 
aspects of power that lasts
 
forever or so it would seem
 
as I lift spirits inward today
 
and tomorrow both never to
 
borrow of his files we spit and
 
we curse them till death do we stand.



2.

Nothing more gracious
 
than a man made of wood
 
who's hospitality and favor
 
for our well being asks but a
 
pittance to savor this life
 
as I rush toward the spiral
 
and cheer in his passions
 
so dear is the planning and sowing which
 
on solid built platforms never stops growing to
 
hold us together as one with his art.




3.

Nothing more hollow than
 
a man made of steam
 
who's sputtering and spurting
 
pushes empty promises forward
 
to another day flirting his flaws
 
in scattered echoes that
 
remind us how he was
 
such a bountiful ocean does
 
courageously, now evaporated
 
and shallow in all purpose.




4.

Nothing more timeless than
 
a man made of stone
 
who's cold stare at our mistakes
 
forgets his grieving muse and
 
what lays bare to his soul
 
should it cast a shadow on our
 
desire recites over time what
 
we knew would transpire with
 
then and learn from his wisdom
 
to become who we are.




5.

Nothing more stoic
 
than a man made of blood
 
who's hands are blistered from
 
toil for his family's well being
 
and never resisted any seeing or calling
 
to speak truth for it is his
 
power begins beyond any god
 
made by man who will rise
 
as the flesh holds all
 
precious contents within.





6.

Nothing more heinous
 
than a man made of lead
 
who's deceit with all living
 
gives uneasy decisions for
 
gain under orders and leaves
 
the mind queazy as he rains
 
down his harm to those who would
 
not hear his lies for the
 
thunder of empire he
 
gathers all our dust in trade.




7.

Nothing more balanced
 
than a man made of salt
 
whose firm ethics are moral
 
with whomever he waits with
 
no matter to consequences how great
 
as they are freely awarded to
 
him as he ponders what
 
next journey wonders hold
 
for all of our days
 
spent healing each other.

Trip talkin Boys - Headin

Trip talkin Boys - Headin
 
to the Delta where the
 
Blues is the life and more
 
for me to play with in this
 
sphere - who causes that
 
Time change to be so real
 
that the few white boys
 
who understand search out
 
the kings of the genre while
 
they still reside on our wave-
 
length - That's a curious
 
piece of Mojo I got me and
 
I always have it with me
 
where I go and How I live
 

- yo, the man said it, "I'm
 
a voodoo child, Lawd Knows"...

How many WHENS ARE

How many WHENS ARE
there in this TIME?
WHERE Do they reside on
my drive? Seems like
A good use of space
But can we proceed as
planned with our pickle
in the envelope pushed
AND this TIMe is only
as good as it gets
while forever is only
as long as it lasts.

Time has a firm grip

Time has a firm grip
 
and a strong handshake
 
it calls the past - what
 
has happened remains with
 
us for many conclusions with
 
few rewards but many hours
 
of enjoyment if your brain
 
has a fertile hold on skill
 
and concept - what once
 
was is only revoked in
 
the original reality it was
 
assembled within - the
 
delay sequence varies, but the
 
details can and often do get
 
edited depending on your
 
circumstances, recall ability
 
or belief system. Some may
 
challenge this against you
 
should passion come into
 
play or other factors without
 
regard to solemn script or
 
construct - But do keep in
 
mind that Time has very
 
few rules and can break
 
them as it sees fit when
 
it deems the program needs
 
prescription - Time can do
 
whatever it pleases when
 
it structures memory past.

my guitars laugh at me

my guitars laugh at me
they stare at me from across
my room and bury their
sweet songs in my arrested
Time's ego - When I was
a younger man and how they
ridicule my supposed misjudgment
to caress them nightly - How
they once tested my love
of the medium and now
just lament - The strewn
pity of an almost broken
spirit and the dreams not
realized, though kept at a
distance of my own inner
strength and weakness too…
 
There were some moments -
Time enjoyed and captured by
the imaginations of friends
long gone - pretense of glory
built to withstand the hardness
of life, brief as it was, and
thought to have lasted forever
 
- we were there, in the bask
of light and smoke of gatherings
 
- we gave them their fun if
only for fleeting, and we
got it back a hundred fold.
 
Then all was gone as
if crushed and repackaged
- relined and revived then
more and more just faint
echoes of drowned out fury
until only shadows of smoke
remained and then that was
gone too  -  syncopation dissipation
with other responsibilities brought
to the surface in this sea of
consciousness… As the
guitars laugh at me from across
the room as their wooden bodies
age and grow harder and harder
unlike me…

Always meant to be

Always meant to be
there on and with AND
in you - WANTED: I saw
the who of it all and then
heard the what of it would
be a blast in my egos pants
but that really was never
the point - my totally
inspired and extremely over-
ACTIVE imagination and inner
minds eye would coalesce
a drop of forever LUST in
the heart of aloneness
sometimes for days on
end without end or beginning
for that matter or anti-matter
- it would drift on my being
to think of you that way -
A fantasy's fantasy in a dream
by day and thoughts explosion
by night - The you of it all
made succulent through
attempted astral projection
- what an alternate reality
that buzz would become

- Alchemy preserve us
from apparent mistakes.

my mistress is my thought

my mistress is my thought
Not a plural but one that
continues at length for as
Long as imagination saves
me - This too is pattern
in Time that is absorbed
through the psyche like a
Trusted remedy for the common
cold - And as for the common
Good there is a Need to
keep Laughter AND High Spirits
out in front of your
plan to stay Alive and to
feel the need to hold ALL
Fear in it's well of despair. // <