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My 4th of July 2020

Strapped to a chair,
Trapped by my own mind,
Looking at the open entryway
With demons dancing in my head
Feeding my mind with bitter thoughts.
The outside comes to my window,
All is vivid and near but can't be touched
It's so lonely, so dreadful,so frightful
In my room, my isolation.

Apple Picking Time

I sat beneath the apple tree
with sketching pad upon my knee,
took colored pencils, pad in hand
to draw the beauty I might see.

Blunt pencil points I'd soon restored;
both eyes fixed on the laden tree,
I found the perfect subject worthy
of that day's pleasant drawing spree.

From drooping limbs smiled ripened fruit,
but on my pad just one crude sphere
became the globe that shone in red
and filled my mind and heart with cheer.


My boots wore out a month ago
so rags now wrap my feet
as I go through December snow.
I'm hungry, nearly beat.

That river crossing was a pain
and now we've seven miles to go.
My coat is just a great big stain
but I continue even so.

I now have nothing left to lose,
my farm destroyed and family gone
so I've but one route left to choose
as the night approaches dawn.

Has She found A Hubby yet

not 6 months yet
I cannot bet

she instigated him
may be
as too dependent on
was always she

but now in one stroke
got his belly
full of mint jelly

no- not a new hubby
she'll find a better baby
not whole time drunk actually

ah he must also be enjoying
games in heaven
no condoms
no restrictions
glad he must be

saved himself of
doc was he

as the final hill comes into view

I’ve loved my life
I never had regrets,
I always thought people who had them,
Never really pushed the boundaries
Of this old life, enough to embrace it

Now I’m at a time in my mid-life
I have done most everything I dreamed of
I’ve lived a humble existence,

I never really needed anything
Because I was born poor

And as my final hill comes into view
Which it will, one day for me too,
I shall be glad I had this time on earth

To cherish

A Day At the Beach

A flash of white makes me hard
thinking of what is below,
and I have taken time
to oil your canvas in my mind
finger painting my desire
as you dance across the sand.


Slip into your familiar fiefdom sealed to me;
I’ll say adios now, as I release your angel arm,
admitting the unattainable.
Go with your peers through nether
portals of the mind, stranger than witchcraft.
Dark shores bordering lightness.
Maybe I too will traverse their sands,
beyond reason, more cryptic than art
or the poetic word.

By The Waters of Acheron (Edit)

It begins with musical analysis
she teases the harp strings
notes of fire and water

"I am the fever of Eros"
"I am the water of understanding
our pleasures are merely
a source to t he divine

if union in beauty is a bridge
from the underworld
to falcon the sage
from this mundane plain"

the lines of a tenuous beat
they recite the fragments of Psapfo:

"Lay beneath me, my idol,
my cunning virgin, for there
is nothing more harrowing
than the distance of lovers"

Apply Your Own Mind If you have ONE

Change your thoughts

Anaconda and apple

and without seed

how would you be


there would be
no flowers

in any valley

hope you are

applying your mind

as is being done
by those more modern

current mankind
need one now
to you remind
do you need to

I Can't Get No

I have a buddy named Mick
who loves to rock and roll.
He and the boys showed up
on July 4th in 2015.
I was flabbergasted -
enamored by their music,
dancing, and the
soulmanship of fellow
I smelled nothing but
rock 'n roll,
saw nothing but
rock 'n roll,
felt nothing but
all that intense, energetic
If it hadn't been
for the holiday fireworks
that owned that dark sky,
and the passion of the band


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