BluesPoetry

BluesPoetry

BluesPoetry

News Year all full of tears
while shopping for end of war in Sears
bought some new hometown fears
from some Jews who were selling careers
in front of full lenght mirrows
after drinking just 99 beers
made by a group of my peers
that tasted just like pears
from frozen out of state mayors
or look a like brittney spears
or Texas longhorn queer steers
noting it's time to be changing gears
while sipping some sweet 'green' tea
I was thinking of you not of me
or someone less free
but perhaps a friend named Lee
that had a boat put out to sea
in water just up above my knee
it sounds so silly it looks green to me
but back to the news scenes on TV
more distorted, jaded with lies to our face
this country has fallen from grace
can someone standup without lace on their face
another cover up to add to the disgrace
resign and apologize to the whole human rac

BluesPoetry

UESDAY, JANUARY 02, 2007

BluesPoetry

BluesPoetry
New Years is a roll of the dice
give a big cheer for old tired eyes
want to new ride with only forward gears
lots of good hugs from two legged dears
Auld lang Zine has passed in review
got to see clearly with respect that I'm due
find a new color different from BLUE
get a new path away from the zoo
Shoot toward heaven back away from hell
looking for sunshine and away from the jail
walking on a different road trying this for a spell
singing a new song and ringing a bell
Rolling as I'm walking out of town
thinking of sweet thoughts threw away my old frown
knowing I was acting in the past like a clown
lighting up a torch moving up and not down

THURSDAY, JANUARY 18, 2007

Where did you go Joe Danz?
You hard headed German
You tobacco chewer beer drinking SOB
You socialist you cheapskate roomie
from Pennsylvania 
You turnip eating Air Force veteran
Where did you go?

Where did you go Mike Lawrence?
You Jew boy social worker
You Dr's son you confused third son
You roomie you good friend you traveler
You tennis player fraternity brother
Where did you go?

Where did you go John Heiss?
You wet behind the ears Indiana Hoosier
You Vietnam veteran dope smoker
You father you felon you divorce junkie
You poet you gimp you long haired artist
Where have you not gone?

Where have we all gone?
Where did the flowers go
The swimming holes
The kick the can games
The fireflies and bubble gum
The pea shooters
Where did it all go?

The rifle shot re-directed my compass
My foot hold on my sanity was blurry
For 37 years I have staggered forward
One chapter to another seeking salvation
for a resting place
My choices have not always been of my own
nor my hearts
My seeds have grown into beautiful trees and flowers
Watering them each in my own fashion
I fed them and they have given me much
I have walked with them on their path
I have learned much and with passion guided them
with out a true compass nor a star to hang on to
From the smoky haze I am emerging to a new
level of wisdom
No more free falls just gentle breezes at my back
Give me plenty of sunshine for this solor powered man
I am moving down the line.

Cowboy

Cowboy

When I was nine I wanted to be 
the " Cowboy six shooter" man
The man with the boots ,hat and spurs
They jangled with you walked
Quick on the draw.

Rusty not broken

Rusty not broken

Rust on the wing nut
Rust on my heart
Rust in the morning
Rusty but not stuck on tight

Rust on the tailpipe pipe
Rust is color of the flowers
Rust on the elbow
Rusty but not broken

Rust that came from disappointment
Rust thats part of aging
Rust that cuts with a vengence
Rusty but not useless

Grits and gravey

URSDAY, FEBRUARY 22, 2007

Grits and gravey

Grits and gravey
Didn't join the Navy
I'm a little crazy
It's all about my journey while
sleeping on a gurney
All along the sea way
close to Jamicia Bay
While Mr. Charles shouted out
Wha' d Eye say!!
Yea,yea,yea
Took a little nap
under a shady tree
that was full of sap
Warm blanket was my road map
one foot in front of another
Singing a love song about my brother
acting just like my 'mother'
New direction and purpose
swimming with the porpoises
Sister of mine is a winner
Cooks a real fine dinner

What about...........

SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 25, 2007

What about...........

What about Mexico
What about a trip
What about a break
What about it for goodness sake?

Let me off the iron stake
let me out of your thoughts
let me off the hook here
let me feel free

What about Santa Fe
What about Rome
What about the children
What about the home?

Let me see the highway
let me see stars in the nighttime sky
let me taste the new wine
let me know it's ok

What about the others
what about them too 
what about the young ones
what about our losses one or two

let me let me breathe deeply
let me say to you that I love you
let me hear the words
let me write out the words

What about Mexico
What about my life
what about the artist
what about us being human beings?

short thoughts.........

short thoughts.........

got a cold I got the flu
got 4 kids got red white and blue
got the aches got a smile or too
got a broken car got a mile or two
got no money got to act funny
got the rhythm got this feeling about you.

went downtown went to Main
went to the Dr. went for the pain
went to visit went to explain
went to Spain for the rain in the plain.

Ate some pasta ate some oil
ate some dinner ate something to boil
ate some herbs ate some spice
ate some bread ate something sweet & nice

Already gave

Already gave

I already gave don't knock on my door
I already gave I ain't got no more
I already gave how much more can you ask
I already gave I'm waiting for a refund
I already gave two your favorite charity
I already gave and gave some more.
I won't give to your cause with my son's life
I won't give to your cause my daughter wants tobe a wife
I won't give to your cause just because I can
I won't give to your cause you got two much already
I won't give to your cause I got my own cross to bear
I won't give to your cause it's already gone as you well know.
I am making my new direction better get out of the road
I am making my new poem and it's a dandy so it goes
I am making my new picture the focus is coming into view
I am making my new recipe for disaster screw you
I am making my new you and i'm no longer blue
I am just because I can make green chili stew

5 clowns

5 clowns

Today I saw 5 clowns on the bus
All riding for free
All next to me
All I could say was GEE
I needed to go see
Then play a tune in D
Maybe G F and C
Scat me man eight to the bar
Pour me three fingers from the jar
We won't to go to far
Maybe dreaming of a trip to mar's
by the way did you ever see Jack Parr
Hit me daddy eight to the bar
Yes today I saw 5 clowns
Riding on the bus
Riding for free
Right next to me
The five clowns you know from TV

I don't want to walk on the moon
but rather a stroll on the beach in June
My foot prints becoming part of the landscape
Disolving as I go
I know where I have been
I don't need to record my history
I am just here now
From the sweat of my brow
I can grow my own chow
Perhaps you may say how
But I just say how now brown cow
Can you simply allow me
To be free like a bee
sit on your knee until a quarter of three
I don't want to fly to the moon
to wait until June
eat cheese with a spoon
I want to float like a leaf
Throw away all my beliefs
Next time I want to be black
Give me all that I lack
Put my love in a brown paper sack
Maybe even call me Jack
But I don't want to walk on the moon.

Winds of WAR

Winds of WAR

The winds of war stink like death
like curdled blood and napalm
like toxic wasted lives of brothers and sisters
of moms, kids,dads,and Jesus too.
The winds of war take and comsume you
The winds are comsuming the comsumer 
The winds of war swimming is blood and email
The winds of war are killing our family
The winds of war destroying our planet
The winds of war is for ever
Winds of war killing brother by sister
Winds of war never releases your souls
Winds of war "no winners only loosers"
Winds of war why not a war with winds
War with winds to clean the the government
War with winds propelling the solar of the future
War with winds to cool down the violance
War with winds to sail into the sunset
War with winds to keep the rumors mis-directed

parking light blues

parking light blues

Things got easier when I realized I was not expected to win
The road less traveled is full of broken promises
I have lived and worked hard on my survival
I have survived but not always on my own power
Yes, things got easier when I realized I was not expected to win
I must have been living somebody's elses dream
I had been following anothers roadmap
The wrong key or the key was just the skelton of my former self
My engine has been running on three cylinders
And only a parking light to guide me home

I am

MONDAY, JUNE 04, 2007

I am

What am I
Am I more than skin and bone
A beating heart
Do I really see me
What is me anyway
Is I different from my
10 toes
8 fingers
2 Thumbs
2 eyes
2 ears
1 nose
The nose knows
Do the eyes see eye to eye
Does the hair on my head
care for my pubic hairs
Do my knees bend to political pressure
And yes the 3rd eye between my legs
Does it only see things from one point of view
To be or not to be hard that is the question?
Tis nobler in the mind of men?
I am.

We're not all Cracked up

We're not all Cracked up

There's a CRACK running thru America
There's a divide many years wide
It's not black and grey and purple and green
Nor in a circle or zig zag squared by I.Q plus 2
Cement nor superglue nor catholic bapitst or the jew
Nor warriors or professors nor country girls cookin' green chili stew
So gather up your love ones we know what we must do don't you

Theres a bleeding in the battlefields
Bleeding in the streets of America two x 2
There's poison in the foodlines
There's poison in the rivers and freeways
Enough to paint our mailboxes blue
There's thievery in the halls of congress
There's liars,lawyers and pigs with curly tails yahoo

There's fire storms a coming
the like's we have never seen
There's a floodin' in highlands
and the deserts hot and dry
The dying on the battlefields is more
than just Red White and Blue
We're dying just like the rest of them
But in the morning all I think of is of you

lack Haired Woman

lack Haired Woman

Black haired damsel
eyes like pearls of light
dancing through exotic landscapes
saddness cuts in Sambaotic rhythm
as she sings to him in Spanish
Black haired gypsy
weaving the spell
wise in joyful surrender
love is the ways of capture
eating that fruit of happiness
Black haired Madre
educated from time immorial
teaching with confidence
those lessons of imagination
and softly the touch of dios
Black haired woman
loving as she is living
giving as she is learning
absorbing as she is listening
breathing as she goes sailing

efore you walk you have to crawl
Before you run you learn about the wall
Before you leave remember to call
Before I leave you my love to all
Before you say no think of the fall 
It happens to everyone big and small

Ridin' on the Red Eye Line

Ridin' on the Red Eye Line

Riding on the Red Eye Line
Throwin' Aces feeling real fine
Got me a woman thinks I'm a goldmine
Something tells me I'm like time out of mind
Shoveling that coal for the Red Eye Line

Whooie-A-whooie
Lettin' of steam
Moving real fast
Singing like Louie
Playing that boogie woogie

Rollin on that Red Eye Line
Skipping down the lane lookin so fine
Got a new dollar gonna make her mine
Pretty little lady her eyes do shine
Riding on that Red Eye Line

Whooie-A whooie
Going to St Louie
Suckin on a dooie
Fingers all gooie
Whooie-A-whooie

Ridin' on the Red Eye Line
Costs justa nickel
Kids are double
but Sunday is free
Riding on the Red Eye Line

Whooie-A-whooie
Letting off steam
Moving real fast
Singing like louie
Planing boogie woogie
Whooie-A-whooie

The Big Dirt Nap

Are there really worms
I mean whats the haps daddy-o
What is forever
Like, I get to suffer like the rest of you guys
Sign me up!

Big Dirt Nap
No more aching while i'm shaking
And blowing hard to shit
And slower than 'Molasses in Jan
Little blue pills and red on's too
What is forever?

Big Dirt Nap
No more bills and no more saving
No more broken cars and broken family
No more not having money enough
No more War and no more Jesus
What is forever?

Big Dirt Nap

UESDAY, OCTOBER 23, 2007

I like words and photgraphs. They both have the ability to stop time and space, a beauty all of their own design even in an ugly world.Both share the richness of poetry or an image frozen momentarly. From a smile to a rose, from an haiku to sonnet, from birth to death from the earth to the moon. All things are captured by the poet and the photographer from reader and the seer. The eye and the hand in perfect union capturing human nature at it's best

SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 02, 2008

How do we learn? What happens after the thought leaves the cortex?
Are memories the truth? What is love, blood or the kiss?
What replaces me or perhaps who turned out the lights?
I love the banjo like I love you
What a dance? What's to eat in France?
Red wine and black kisses on my heart. Stretch my soul.
Inject capsen shot directly into the brain.I love my blondes and reds.
Green buds are especially fine on occasion.
Bull fights with torredors in gold and violance. Swords and red capes with death on Sunday a las cinco de la tarde.
Gypsy music with violins and castnets
The last breath with a smile
Going down the final mile
Unarmed with joy in reserve
I love banjo music ringing through the pines.
Are we looking for salvation by ourselves?
When did the spark leave?
Who were you I lived with?
Joyed with and dies with a smile with?

company IIIIIII

company IIIIIII

The company line is a mighty long ride
Starts in DC all through the country side
Paul Revere is riding to warm that the economy on a landslide
IBM-Microsoft-Apple all are humming
It's a good world out there-get your guitars a strumming
GWB is leaving out the back door a creaping
It's a new world order stop the sleeping
It's the company line with a mighty long line of
Stealing-killing-lying left the world a bleeding
Super size our forgiveness for the killing all the people
God and Allah-Jesus and Mohammad
Stop this shit and redirect your blessings
The company line is tatooted on the spine
It's the doorway to the devine but
please don't drink the sacraficial wine
It's ginger ale and vodka slightly shaken
rules and directions don't determine MY future
liberation is a thought often mis understood
the explosion in the morning gives us no good
reason to line us all up for the big one
stand down your war face general
It's the company line for all mankind
Roches and tequilla salsa and wine
Made in N.J. by a guy names Slime
Drinking the company wine doing the bump and grind
on company time
it's the company line or the firing line next time
There packing up the 'Golden chutes'
company secrets for sale for the price of a toot
Who's killing us who's doing it this time?

SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 09, 2008

Bulliet proof man
Running thru the sand
Confused with the plan
Wants to put it to Iran
Got his savior holding back the dam
This foolish bulliet proof man
With his dick stuck in the sand
Black Queen has lost her head
As the Bishop launched the holy crucade
Missles readied as we stack up the dead
Mother Theresa was doing the Wattusi with the Pope
Republicans are leaving the ship in droves
Hillary is slipping away in the fog
Obama to me he acts like a trained dog
Mohammad better corrale his lost sheep
Nucluar war is possible it seems
We will all be black and not green
The bulliet proof man is running in the sand
Confused in the plan I am
He wants to put it to Iran
This foolish bulliet proof man
Thinking that the savior will hold back the dam
I one time in Iran I got to swim
In the Arabian Sea off where I saw a fin
Pearly whites with a charming grin
really the most delecious bill of fare
I guess you can say it was the most
Tasty tidbit with pieces of goat on toast.
That cowardly bulliet proof man soon will be a ghost.

my other Eugene

my other Eugene

Streets full of red neck liberals and homless
speed freaks running scams on the system
Expresso junkies and bus station rappers
with rings in their noses and habits their chasing
Respectable acting lawyers lunching with backroom
dealers with spandex bikers and beautiful ladies as
Car jackers and meth cookers living with tough
old mamas cooking junk on the side and a baby coming 
Theres all kinds of schools of higher expectations
while old time hippies making money like
incorporated capitalists while running for office on
the side of the Elephants while their kids get exempeted
Add to the mix those who are living time bombs
in our hearts and minds but keep on rolling dubies
in hopes of escaping the daily circus uninjured again
Coming down the street the Obamaists running wild
talking green this eating green beans drinking Irish beer
but you know: they all shit brown in the end in this town

Try to stay alive

Try to stay alive

Try to stay alive
Do the hand Jive
Skin me daddy
give me 5
Not all money
can keep U 5X5
Try to stay alive.
Breathe deep do
the 1000 yard stare
Eat some chili verde
if you dare
live with folks that give care
Give what you can
all that's here won't last
Try to stay alive
No more jive,Clive
No more chip,dip
No more love that
fits me like a glove
This life of ours won't last
NO SHOVING
Try to stay alive
I don't roll well
with the punches
been far to long
since Tony and I
did some lunches
Joy in the morning
doesn't grow in bunches
Peace in the moment
can shatter the silence
Love is elusive
like quicksilver messages
Try to stay alive
Do the hand jive
Obie's honey from
his sweet hives
Give me five ,Clive
Try to stay alive

Right to bare arms

Right to bare arms

coltrain's gone insane
cocaine in the brain.
we need some more rain
I heard the bells of a train
from the coast of Spain
clanging.You got nothing to gain
by sleeping in the rain
I need someone explain.
How does it feel
to be on your own
like a rolling stone?
So how does it feel
when you got potatoes to peel
while doing the Virginia real.
I loved Rosa on Blue Berry Hill.
Went in the Army and
they taught me a skill
gave me a gun said go out and kill.
With shell and grenades
we marched in a parade
it wasn't a thrill
to shoot,maime and kill.
Pocket full of Rye
onions make you cry
I'm shooting photos,
as most pictures don't lie
someday for certain I'm gonna die.
I'm slowin' down my diddle
getting fat in the middle
I think Islanders need a fiddle
to round out their skiddle.
Everyone has the right
to bare arms
with out doing harm
or sleep with an alarm.

I got the greens
No jack in my jeans
No reason to think mean
While floating up stream
Like realizing a new scheme.

Got to move on my brother
last night I dreamed of my Mother
while sleeping on the noontime lawn
Tomorrow there will other Pawns
Streached out straight and drawn by the dawn.

Moving up the river slow
How did I manage to lose my dough
Down the road I see a rosey glow
My body is really in the know
I got friends like Joe and Moe
and once knew a girl named Flo
A disillusioned woman on the go
She made me sad
as I liked her real bad.

Yes I got the greens
Still no jack in my jeans
I am still in love with this dream
instigator of this grand scheme
and trying to not be mean
as I only want to fish in this stream.

I wanting to write down a song
Putting down words neither or wrong
Adverbs,simile,nouns and rhyme
Something fluid maybe 3/4 time
like Neruda or Frost or Dylan or something devine
it's a magical moment served together cervesa y lime
Words are rolling in before the topical storm
Crashing and lightening well above the norm
Questioning everyone in the sound of my voice
Wanting everyone left with a equal choice
like Rumi or Lorca or Corso in time
it's that magical moment served together cervesa y lime
It's bubbling and ozing with burning desire
Sizzling and flame like a lover on fire
And just when you think he is really all through
Up comes a cool breeze from the mountains to U
like Whitman or Dante or islanders sublime
it's a magical moment served together cervesa y lime

Psychology-philosphy-horseshoes or track
Each take patience and practice with tack
Eyesight, right light and flying kites at midnight
Human rights, fear of heights it takes courage not to fight
like Ho Chi Minh or gungadin most don't like doing the time
it's that magical moment served together cervesa y lime
Torreadors and 4th ave whores Aladious Huxley and the Doors
Rolling Stones using elephant bones with orange sunshine and postal zones
Rasberries blackberries pineapple or peach
Somethings in life are just out of reach

Wheels of desire

Wheels of desire

Wheels of fire
Remus and the briar
Most all politicians are liars
Being pulled and proded while dancing on wires.

Wheels on ice
You toss the dice
For Jesus Christ
Eat wine cheese and mice
That sounds very nice
Along with steamed fish and rice.

Wheels on water
My beautiful daughter
No one has caught her
No lamb for the slaughter
No money could have bought her.

Wheels on air
A toast to share
It only seemed fair
To climb the stairs
With lot's of flair
With never a care.

Wheels on tires
In the straights I am dire
Some great kids I did sire
Keeping me living my desire
Get unstuck from the mire
Go and sit my the fire
Need a clone I could hire.

We all fall down

We all fall down

Paint on the easle
Hair of the weasel
kids and measels
We all fall down
Daddy's in jail
Hole in the pail
No stamp for the mail
We all fall down
Chili flavored chip
You take a little nip
Don't give him any lip
We all fall down
Started on a week
I started to creak
I'm about to peak
We all fall down
A big one on the scene
It doesn't have to be green
either brown or in between
We all fall down
She's all black
No running in the pack
No cutting any slack
We all fall down
Run through town
Nudes and a clown
Rain makes me frown
We all fall down
I want to look up
Drink from a cup
The judge was corrupt
We all fall down
I saw the light
The left is on the right
Eagles in flight
We all fall down
Photo on the wall
Blood in the hall
Marines have to crawl
We all fall down
She's on top
Riding on a mop
Dancing never stop
We all fall down
Religion is a drug
Like drinking from a mug
Or dancing the frug
We all fall down

Where often is observed........

Where often is observed........

Oh give me a home
Where the bullshiters don't roam
Where friends and love ones can play
Where often the absurd
will get you the "bird"
And the watermelons get jucier everyday.

opposite

opposite

The opposite of black is not always white
sometimes it could be red or yellow
maybe even obscure muave
What I see is not always in focus
What I feel maybe neither hot or cold
Maybe lost maybe found
possible even upside down
Your truth is not always mine
even hickory mixed with pine
Is the dirt across the border not clean
could my daughter be sweet and not mean
your house is bigger but not to be scene
is my word the same as yours
last night I had enought of your soup de jour
made from seaweed close to the moors
Sometimes it is the opposite of night
like going to war is no pretty sight
my wife has the tendancy to make me up tight
I have learned to shut up walk from a fight
My politics leans very far from the right
Smokin' with my brothers makes me walk into the light