Serve us with cheekbones pronounced

Strange cheer
sweetness was finding a café as dark clouds opened to broadcast the sun
Strange cheer in cheek bones not easily exposed
Busy skinny arms maneuvering between cafe table charms

Drinks land on tables colonizing them and almost spilling over
Forks rise and fill mouths letting the city's circle of life take it's course
The ceiling is an arrangement of lights and patterns reminiscent of a U.F.O
Waiters lack skin on their faces I've seen less gaunt features on alien t.v shows

Their aprons maroon their bandanas too
Kitchen aromas cause afternoon passers by saliva to stew
taste buds hatch like eggs in the mouth anticipating the incoming plate
Food bears down on the place mat, the tongue can no longer wait

The skinny waiter fills cool aluminium cans into frosty windows
Over days they'll empty like salt shakers
space hovercrafts colonizing the empty tables
with not so alien flavors delivered by gaunt waiters

Flimsy

My eye can see nearer
Though not to boast for boredom's host is an observation so mundane
Yet by this have I less fear in the things that creep into minds spun insane
Flimsy walk out and be lifted for with tapping in you are done

Lost out here in our piece of existence, you've had your fun
Be my words a stairway to steer you into the beyond
Lest you be stuck here in where love gives you no place to escond
The kind that builds great structures of compassion in the heart

Lost in the dark poking around trapped in the land of the living
The mouth that has dried and become flimsy
for it refuses to drink of children's laughter
Taking up space in the night, instead of the hereafter

That musical breathing not from lungs that may not be put to sleep
That flimsy spirit with fear of the deep

Grin is it's own deceit (in a town of hidden streets)

Hidden streets that never join
The annual floods that swallow all bridges and for those with coin
The exclusive few pay the air fare to leave on board sit and scoff
yet the plane can never truly take off

Sun shining like light hot toffee down from above
Give your silent parents gestures of love
Give your soul mates budding roses and speeches about lives changed
In the town of hidden streets the grin is rearranged

The grin is executed it's bargain is void a bullet saw it fall a bullet saw it fade
The grin was hired alas it's bad intentioned pockets went unpaid
Early morning humid green grass park steam rising
Grin deceased in the grass spirit climbing wet air as body dies

No forensics to determine foul play, no vital signs in the grin today
Affirm your love of friends and stop, in the town's abandoned beauty shops
Let yourself not be split into two, for conflict breeds in points of view
Babies are born near the town's impeccable lawns still laden with dew

Time has it´s bent coggs

In the machine
like the natural brain
on us like the blessing of knowing we exist
the mechanism from whence we think

And the clock
inner workings gracefully clicking and turning
or is it just laughing
Is it just playing a very lengthy joke

A joke with numbers that have become symbols for your day
And the grinding of those innerworkings giggle as they spin
You finally realize as if a cuckoo had pushed itself out
That being late isn´t the end of the world

Poets and the fluffy notion

Favoritism up there where the eyes go
Self image polished ego flows
Choose a side of the coin
 Buy the sellable

Could the beak of a vulture
be the blurter of virtue
face it, it's the screen, fingers find numbers
smiling and dialing

scavenger call
The phone holds a blade
to shave the fluffy notion so poetic
it has been wandering from the chin
never really rooting in

Proud wigs are glued to heads
worn and stuck fluffy notions
judges of the world, new birds feathers still being formed
awkwardly squawking before the mother brings the worm

Toward the rest of life

Walk toward the edge
The forehead is not the shore for waves of worry
No anxiety or ghost vacancies
Leave it all in the darkness

The elegant blow of love upon the possession
Pride destroyed, now glory in the intimacy of a clean heart
Spice and simplicity
The existence of sight over the lie

The staircases into your heart and mind are true
No arguments with the stubborn
Be destined toward the rest of your life
without shame

Are you school

Are you school
are you fab
are you trend´s encroaching slap on the magazine cheek
Gosh what bunches unplucked still hang from the grapevine

What unread graffiti waits like abandoned dogs on the wall
Is it clothing, can we buy our soul´s back in malls
how much should we conform
does it fit convention snuggly does it keep us warm

Are we glued to the social storms
that run through the corridors between classrooms norms
between adolescent ears
radiating like sonar through middle agers fears

Is it school to do and be the essence of what is 2014 to fifteen
is it pleasing to breeze into modern acceptability´s ringtone call
Even with prejudice and conservativeness barking like abandoned dogs at the wall
Will you youth of today strive to be similar to our predictable epitomy

Dinner tables of snobbery
and shortcuts to Paradise
hands go up to assume the tickets at half price
attached to assuming students and teachers like me who suffice
 

the truth was no celebrity

Wednesday play with the truth
tickles it till it turns red
entertains it until it feels impaired
And the rest of reality lights up like a neon sign

it walks out of the parlor like Elvis on drugs
Taxi pulls up. The truth gets in
leather seats emitting cigarette mould

Making meadows

With a smile that said walk toward me
The 100 year old wagon parts scattered in the forest
The eyebrow rises like the cattle whip
To see the burnt out remains of the forest's middle
He boasted like drunk teens roasting marshmallows

Sitting on a throne of burnt tree stumps with a high pitched laugh that seemed like
pure violence

Learn trust

Touch
actions and words
a change in a pattern
there exists patience

There exists faith
confidence that must be protected
from all possible doubt
touch

eye to eye
the weight of sincerity
tears that spell the truth
some must learn trust

They show the way

The layers of me cannot be broken
spirit presses
dimension opens
and Now you know things that you shouldn´t know

The layers of air
washed by their vibration
 or made filthy by the imposters
And now you know way too much

They touch you and enter thoughts
showing the way
 the starry blue way where you should never go
what do they want from you? The mind speaks

but you are not you, your mind is inhabitated
 you are sharing a face
those who share the way want to understand your curiosity
they need to know...
how far you would go

as the spirits disappear again
and the pressure leaves your body
love was in the place, the place where time and location brought them into being.

Pirate out alone against their might

The cheek scar
a present from the Dutch reinforcements
A long sword that sliced salt and sun beaten skin
drawing a line of blood across the face

The grin didn't dwindle neither
It grew and the pistol powder ignited
burning flags and hobbling soldiers
sway across the bough

He draws his cutlass and knees the soldier's stomach
Down low he goes and the cutlass finds three veins of the neck
More board still uniforms so well colored
Like a children's parade, except all blood soaked by the end of the day

A pirate alone out there lead balls whirl past
axes and curses and burning pieces of a mast
They have sworn to take the man and hang him from the maiden
For crows and maggots and the rest of rots hungry tepid army

And a brave young soldier comes charging bayonet fixed for his chest
the pirate spins spider like and knifes the musket man under the chin
out alone against their forces collective
the crew fled early just remains this yoke of a sailing man and his blades

But the cannon of the orange vessel sent it's contents to unknowing legs
Had the Pirate survived he'd walk with two pegs

When sleep is not a friend

The late afternoon guides us till night
each step a little wearier each breath a little tighter
Dinner tables click and tap
night news familiar tone of crap

pillows beckon sweet pillows
soft dreams, sweet rest, you can have it
ohhh the comfort oh the relaxation
though just warm frustrated insomnia

Curse of a million curses day dreams have dispersed
and screwed with my nocturnal shuteye
and guaranteed dry throat and overthought mind pie

Pillow and bedspread symbol of night bliss
Now just dim dread, brain folds, legs take you for a piss
hands out, eyes shut, countdown, but sleep is not a friend

Lake oh tranquil lake

oh hey I'm this pond all of a sudden
and painted boats are making waves on me
for a sudden beat of the heart water is my home
for an eternal glimpse I reflect the sky
yet muddy waters down to the fence line
Only a few hundred meters or so to pretend holidays

Lake oh tranquil lake the waves make the boats rock
the drunkards to sleep and slowly drown the grass
around my edges
Good old quotes about how life is grand
and what gifts the heavens have laid before us
Yet soot covered people are born out of the tunnels of the city every vacation
With little notion of how to swim out to the luxury boats
my waves and restless undercurrents take them down into the depths
where holidays are forever and the meaning of life is a fucking postcard

Dog bites leave their marks

Musty aromas swerve through the classrooms
Rules and maintenance never created intelligence
Musty dusty illness of the mind in some of our students
combine cluster hormone top phrase
new music, accept refuse make it seem as if you had a choice
some of the young unique sheep clichés that do one eighties on their skateboards
and their opinions

combine cluster hormone top phrase
some write to distract to attract but mostly for some kind of reaction
healthy scream afternoon moan old ideas flavored different for our over spent minds

Chatting over coffee just sentimental lies
Many young hit truth a few times and grow to despise it
Truth is dog bites get infected and fester for days
and request limbs to be severed
The musty aromas of the spacious cry audacious classroom
simply remind me of a politicians corpse, legs splayed
Zombie mouth still flapping on about last years promises not been met by the opposition

Combine cluster holy lackluster youth throw sewer abuse
every inch of kindness drained from the now semi tamed
forehead still training to hide pain
Implicate because it's instinct for you
Insinuate because it's like breathing
Chatting over four straws of coca cola lovely lollyhood reality
Truth is dog bites leave a mark

damp suburb

The guttering shines
The mango tree leaves droop
Laden with accumulated water
Pavement teeth grit

Road overlaps licking tongue in gutter
Tongue licking along
heightening relief lazy back cramp urge
car turns.

Gear changes
Splash and bump tires climb out
machine moves forward
legs do to

streetlight fornicates with drizzle
Not artistically
mango leaves bow a few more inches
throwing water onto cracked smile of concrete tile below

Till the images go

Love me till the station and beyond
To the mathematical airport
Love me till the lake, where celebration is a merry go round
People leave their lives to swim and party there

Yes huge boats that are bars all day
Love me in the sunlight of those places
Love me and let the lost streets and tunnels
no longer surround us

Love me past the dogs teeth
and other pets ravenous and aggressive
Love me till we're both fishing
In the lake of our choosing

With hooks we made ourselves
from the fences of the mathematical airport
Until images have left our eyes for ever
love me beyond that, simply warmth in the air

The size of a dream

Some define hunger with different words
Some define gluttony
What kind of pet lives in the human mind
singing sweetly into our ears as we drop off

Some would define enjoyment lightly
Frustration and the flushed face
Oh lots of us call life a bully
Yet it is far more than a miracle

It is a personalized present so dear
even the moments where insanity and pain form a shroud over logic and love
I live in the dream that is near enough to abundance

And the lackers go so on our heavy consciences
and the judgers definitions are written by the flushed bully

A Mint petal for consumers

The earth´s curve
Elegante face of the world

Bud
bulge burst
flourish
pose

Flower
open
pollinate
decorate

Ostentation
Excitement
climax, orgasm
boredom, boredom

Plantlife
Grass, trees, insects and animals
Burn bulldoze
Shopping mall

Winter trout

Clear water carries along over land
Locals say the biggest trout swim in these Waters
The water looks so fresh it could clean me
I´d sleep beside it´s rapids

Over the snowy desert it goes
and into winter
where big warehouses full of people shave cats
and take ticks out of their fur

Young thick skinned people
people who don´t feel the cold
who have their hobby and not a care in the world
they are all just prize fisherman

And they compete to shave cats
and sometimes shave their own hair
Snowy ground, sun struck morning electric razor in my hand
the locals spend their time talking about the winter trout in the senseless creek to nowhere

Tropical distractions

Hibiscus throw us startle us
down the lure of a tropical road
grey moss kisses the coconut palm
The post with fronds that the Wind makes love to

Sunlight that has reddened my flesh
bakes the road
warms the mind´s confusion
distorts the beauty of a coastline´s tropical sway

The color and heat just distract the hopeful
and for a heartbeat, foolish desires melt in the humidity of a pseudo Paradise
 then through the false Picture of perfection the mind may dream again
Inventing all manner impossible gleeful indulgences

Ah but cold and empty handed
High desires have to land
And some fall like swords in a clash
or like falling coconuts onto hard concrete with a crash

This beach town tells itself hot nursery rhymes in the shade
and invents new slang for the word relax

Sky be a friend

Lazy sky
one I´d be friends with

to fulfill all those unrealistic expectations
to greet me with a cloud hand

Oh because I know your blues before lunch
 invigorate
and your blues before dark
 calm

Lazy sky would you be a friend
before the storm shows me it´s eye
Before you gather, burst and rain
before you feed the selfish hurricane

How much would you have to go out of your way
To let the sun shine on me for a day

Tamoios spine trail toward the demise

Caged highways long and cursed, spine of the drought
 and surrounded by bare hills, burn marks and wilting exotic pine
Pale as bone still and motionless

The long arid concrete expanses
form the entrance for the morbid fiendish army
of an industrialist nation
Wearing uniforms that match the drab depressing highways
Marching like angry zombies

Their aircraft pollinating the bald hilltops with snipers
Three story high heavy tanks gripping the tarmac and clicking over it
Columns of professional soldiers sanding their boot bottoms over it
as they coordinate to engage the first wave
Small towns will smolder in their Wake
The offspring of the serpentine road, steel and concrete promising mass graves

Then drowsily the people will wake and realize that from the bony road
Comes a threat that will roast cities alive
That will enslave and torture
this beautiful realm is now at stake
noise and devastation will push the city dwellers into refugee camps
And the fall of the most bountiful country in the world will occur

And there will be no theory that can save it
No set of noble rules or line of complaint that will be heard
No slight of hand, or well threaded deception
 Paradise will be stolen and it´s resources sold to the highest bidder
The pollution and wastelands of attempted battle will be the new habitation

The tides destroy

Over run by the white wash
on the shore, shore of midspring
Taken by the undertow
through the tragic overpowering flow

saltwater choking
taken down and out for many meters
The light of day still hits the fish grins
No thirst, no hunger, no air

Sandbar underneath
loss meets silence shaking the insides
lifeless corpse magnetically glued to the sandy sea floor
The surface of the sea looks nice today

Beautiful yaughts and hundreds of swimmers
People with leisure on their mind
relaxing and playing the day long
Sun reflects off that water like gold being given to the world

Happy beach umbrella party lets not bother them
Bliss and heat
The skin is devoured by sharks
 the underwater scratch of razor sharp teeth against bone sends kippers into a frenzy

And the organs drift out into the dark water pierced and pissing
The open mouth fills with the floating grains of sand

Over the waves children's laughter blows freely and clearly like hope
Like tickling faith as if all was good in the world
The beat and rhythm of pop music and the aroma of food follow it over the waves
You can feel cheery vibrations over that water, you can touch contentment
But under the waves is the ragged remains of a nobody
Dragged away from the shore and silenced

From love's sight

The dull ride has passed
The day's forks dragging across the concrete expanses
That mumbling groan of the metal grinding
But that pain has subsided

Those nightmares have burnt themselves up
I've been brought back even after the weight of doubt applied itself completely
Being pummeled into the earth only gives your eyes the process of decomposition
Liberated from the subtle death that dwells in men who hate their thoughts

Doubt love
but it may still forgive
doubt hate
and it will not live

I see more in the one that moves my feeling
The one who it seems sometimes violently rocks my boat
yet t'is the one who keeps it afloat
justly undoing the storm as if it never were

The value of a lie

The window's never closed
You tell me transparency is so boring
Off good it got old
The tang of a lie is what some ache for
With the lie as a solution to life, I wish I was born with that in my breaker

My honesty reeks, it sickens, it seeks
it get s you down gives you the ruts
The truth never stunk so damn much
just a little society wink and false smile over there
just a pass the buck chum and group corrupt connect fun

My words are worthless repetitive and ghastly
stating facts seems like the mouth is being nasty
Tell you a lie, deceive you a sweet one
is that what cocks, loads and shoots the thrill gun
Is that what gives the heart a rope

In a world where skipping's banned
 I won't tell the law
tell me to be an empty hearted man

In a world where there's little love
appearances soothe and little lies fly like Christian white doves
And all there is, is silence or approval
Lies are like this acidic world's rubber gloves.

The hands of destruction

Knives on fire, which creature sits invisible
spraying us with fear and fever
Which creature would conspire to our bodily decay
Oh dismay and knives on fire
 the creature I see has no name I can say

Oh flesh hooks what horror awaits
Rolling human heads and blood script fates
The long claw that pierces the jugular
a night slasher evil in the dim, in light smug
Maybe he knows the name of the creature so repugnant

A creature so disgusting he was dubbed the ugly bug
Though the mystery like death sentences still looms
The question the mouth wavers to ask is grisly who?
Indeed who be the beast sapping strengths and aiming heart attacks
It's hands of destruction on each of us like a molester

Shall we blame our minds that they comprehend
the monster that guarantees our mortal end
Or is it lovely eternal life you pretend
away from the ugly truth of our existence
knives on fire, the only thing afterlife is "Death" and he's just as persistant

Bald baggage

Bald pale baggage you can't take that on the plane
Bald man frustrated needs to rummage to find his books
new hair grip his jaw, help him lose his grimace?

Hair falling out and no ideas
The boot gets closer to stepping on it and kicking it aside
Bald baggage has no place in the fine flight lounge
Leave it in the docking bay it had it's zip done up
nothing much it could say

Bald baggage thrown outside the airport vicinity
into some swamp slowly sinking into it's methane fate
Useless used leather bags of this imported ripped baggage
worn and greasy no longer road worthy

The ol cliché rundown by the next bus

The cliché bus could come
Knees all there was left
 reverberating Impact and heavy darkness
creme crackered remains over the street

The ol take life by the horns
live it love it now
Cause the stray bullet
waits to cross your path black cat patient

Nothing humble about it
loud and overshadowing
Instinct rotten instinct
How could you enjoy life with that for fuel

Yet it's all there is for the mindless spaces of time
Those winding meaningless mindless spaces in time
The ol bus could come when you least expect it
save for instinct the rest's disconnected

Leave your work place head down worries surging
further into them doubts growing like cake dough your heads an oven
No one wants to watch the concrete pass underneath their own feet
dwindling on the useless speculations
moving gracefully through the ifs
No one votes to be stuck with last on the team anxiety

No faith required, it's all there like a surprise party
No need to wonder if that overshadow will creep back into your
short city dweller soul
Into that mind to take it's dirty toll

And the wires are disconnected
clichés aside if any harmful thought
caught my ponder for a ride
shook me and affected the way I decide

The next trip I could take
might mean I'll die

The dying cockroach

Get that dark urine colored wings on that thing
By healthy god why doesn't the thing fly
it's up to all hours scattering across hard floors
and crumbs and stains will be it's score

The spider legs kick up
we don't know if it's just the reflexes
damn the thing turns turtle front and dives into running
hit the wall and plays dead another hour

Oh the begger must have watched
The pollution offering him insomnia
and the street light a theater to watch the insect they call hideous
and it's antics across the sewer stained streets

The little beast twitches and it's legs bicycle pedal
The many tubes and pipes and drains sweet memories
before the rains
It's short but graceful flight straight into a fly spray mist

It's legs curl up no and it finally seems like life has left it's body
It's shell like body pales and it dries as if death had to breathe it dead
Scraps and rubbish was all it ever sought
There'll be mountains of it for a million roach generations after we are all mort.

Cross continental sneer

From way back there
over the dry and the wet
Over the water
That grin seeds

Seedy masked by jokes and digs
and words of ridicule opportunity
From over there
I still hear

I still see as if my eyes went through the ocean
lucky eyes you may say
lucky to see a seedy grin
A mildew smile

Over the sea I feel it
that sneer
that wrapped up face and ego glowing compare yourself the peer
That sneer that snide that whips searching my sadness

It's here come take it
come with your boats or your helicopters
across the choppy sea
Land in my city like a tear drop

A gulp of resentment
that still chokes you the night ponder prod
Damage me through telepathy
has your second sight the bite

From way back there
I can still see you plain as day
Plain as your anger
and this distance you've let it play in

Prejudice and it's allowance

The children weren't allowed to play there, if only, it wasn't for the stench
Because prejudice sat there on the park bench
Hostile semi grin, forehead stress beaten, eyebrows smiling
rather cockroach, rather sin bound aura radiating vilely

The children lingered in the grassy dell
smiles and cries of laughter that let go rose and fell
Bless their little wondrous ability to become, to see feel and smell
Yet ambling by was the curious eye of prejudice

Bridges would collapse
and houses would burn
if this mind was sent toward disaster

Bigots are such useless chaps
Thus they should rightfully earn
their grisly deathbed faster

The ragged raven and the glandless man

The glandless man walked onto the city square his lips formed thank you
where addicts lay huffing under dirty blankets
Great man of stature bent down and tasted their drugs to cure his blues
walking on to a dirty city, one he helped pollute

Giving up his money to me as the roads curved the notes acidic to his hands
off he went to heal his bleeding nerves that still yearned glands
And the streets were calm sidewalk onlookers kept hush on those pavements
When a friend stepped up and with him a hungry ragged raven

He too delivered his fortune unto my hands saying it was the burden of his current lot
and greedy eyes lay in the hungry ravens head and my hands lusted to deliver buckshot
For the bird would not do more than accuse and rummage begging for a slug
His wings were a black leather jacket and his white pasty complexion repugnant

And there the money went to the palm that grew on my side of town
Just before the fingers that carved city roads into the ground
Glandless men and pseudo thugs their illusions so sound
A circus in the center of my hand, for I could turn perversion upside down

What the sky wrapped

She, the fearless trekker
The pioneer
Nimble fingers
strong legs

She, a bundle of pure energy
the air behind the flute
the realizer of grand thoughts
She, the dawn into glorious days of warmth and light

 Wrapped in the sky
delivered to me
The most vital of woman!
A force uplifting

Verily, we busted a brick or two out of the walls of heaven
 so that we may build our own realm
The sky gave us permission and so we build our own world