No pesticide

Old dog
There´s a war raging out there, craving correction
I´d like to be able to carry you old dog
There´s just too many bullets headed in my direction

I don´t like seeing you sweat in the darkness
Or shiver as the enemy arrives, but don´t bark
I confront them again and again in different dimensions
each time with new and improved ammunition

But that doesn´t erase the hurting my dog
And you won´t flinch with my hand on your lap
just curl up lad and take your nap
For they send bombs to explode me

They conspire in a million ways to destroy me
and their violence simply grows steadily
and I let go, it all becomes as hot as the sun´s glare
Where is the power to overcome, old dog, where?

Fleas, ticks and bloodsuckers I put aside old dog
I don´t have your pesticide, I´m not your animal god
I´ve got a hundred battles all burning holes in the week
My nemesis´ missiles are set to seek me

The space between neighbors

The distance between neighbors
From one hill to the other
sailing over for a cup of sugar when the floods come
Green pastures all year long

garage space
and outdoor bragging
Tiring monologues about pets and children
Out here in the country side where residents predict the rain

Reality leans and stretches in a different manner out here son
Living between seas of grass
Neighbors and Family have become one
The yearning for contact

Love´s on the way( Elliott sonnet to my wife)

Love this whole year
easy to do in spring
Some of these defects are hard to handle
each of them can perform, recite and sing

See the love in them
See yourself riding in the same saddle enchanted
The lush leaves our horse eats from the stem
of the wayside shrubs our admiration planted

Call me your adventure
Dare to be romantic
On this journey you´ve been lured
Don´t let your feelings turn to panic

For our journey will be long
and if diversions of the heart should find us
in a glance, a touch, a phrase or a song
we should wake more eagerly, outsmarting the urge to fuss
And sleep more soundly, knowing love has hardened trust

Somewhere, sometime

The empty space of the downtown central city buildings
Huge gray block brick as fierce and unrelenting as an eternal storm cloud
Unwelcoming and austere
Yet in I go to fly the empty spaces
To live in the warm darkness
crowds share disorder like it was food
but the walls keep them out

The passage away from the future
somehow back to the past
To taste the air from back then
Ride the river, smile nostalgia
Humid visions of experiences that still touch you in the present

Then pushed back into the vortex of the future
Where some will see their fortune change inside the duration of finishing an appetizer
Tours through old cities where everything seems to grow
The boat maker's blessing
The fortunes and journey seem to intertwine
as if to say it never stops moving

High tides further than normal

Sometimes there is no other place to sit than among the doldrums
And the sympathy circus was shuffles and humms
Cheeks made to hold a smile, a happy shellfish, one to distract from the tides of unsettling events
One to carry you like a bouquet hammock attached to the breeze

So doldrums be damned
and lack be ignored like the clams
For dreams of living in a smile are beginning
near the rocky seashore distractions never hinder

Loss never took
The yellowy brown color of the sand touched life upside down
Moving in and out seducing the soles
paying short visits by Wind and water

Not a fish on the line
Not a fantasy
Not a drop
Yet relief has come because I lust the dryness left by the tide

all the way up
that beautiful coastline
sitting out of the tides reach
Yet it has passed to provoke my sleep

Soul farmer

I, the explosion
I, the scattering dwarves in blue police cloaks
I, the burning car
I, the dreamer and soul farmer

look at the billion blades of grass
each jutting up from the earth
Each a tiny reason
each a tiny clue

The grass, tickets to existence
When will it be mowed?
I, the question
A creature of words

You, the reader
the drinker
to this flavor of unprovable ramification
To this collage insight

I, the cradler of babble's wheat
The opener of strange fish
A desire to imply much more
For words themselves are circumscribed for I mean to reach higher

I, the craving to exist
to express
and to release
To crush the curse and devour the blessing

The wings of the fledgling as it falls from it's mountainside nest

The mall on the hill

Out of nowhere
The gross article
I feel you and see you in your day
I step through doors as my father did

Shortly grieve the loss of some
as they fall off the world, like cans off a supermarket shelf
And my eyes rest on you
and anticipate returning to you

No explosion can keep me from
No army of hungry believers
A part of your heart wants to ascend
Like many climbing the hill just to be closer to the sky

I contemplate you
lost in the concrete and steel, purse on shoulder
Heaven is a shopping mall
Angels are just patient salespeople

A million images of you
pushing the trolley
From the shade into the light
and vice versa simply gently

Your scent an aura
following you like a glance
your hands find something to buy
Your mind something to think

A million experts could teach us how to live
We would be balanced human beings
supermarket door stops in the flesh
The mistake of living is holy

But where does the average consumer hide their soul
Somewhere in the corridors of the heart
Or the aisles of the brain
So many thoughts and feelings to purchase

The sand, the wind and the water

The lizard hovers over the sandy expanse
the rest of us crawl like spilt milk across an endless table
What a distance, I ponder for each step is a crossroads

Barbed wire indicates the way
We turn our heads to see if there's a single guide to console us
As our hands meet the sharpness of the next step

And the humble swear that heaven is over the next hill
That illumination is not too far from our million predicaments
That nirvana is a stones throw from this fragility

Give them your ears
For lies based on love are sweet
Take your mind off the weather

Cutting out shapes and attaching wings and halos
naming angels like farm animals
crawling toward a paper mache God

You have just stopped for lunch
But there's no food when you don't move
There's only the room to make acquaintance with a man made creator

The sandy expanse remains unchanged without the wind
And like the wind after water you might find it right to be
For a stagnant pond breeds little else than water fleas.

Keeps his rock rolling

Roundness to the scalp
confidence drives him to yelp
To bark and bray given a pun worthy of betraying
Optimism is an acquaintance for the self

Youthful energy keeps him ticking and whistling in tune
through the slow luke warm hours of the afternoon
some of the class anticipates his witty comment
Some restlessly move, distractions grow, focus went
envy biting like a ferocious mosquito

Teenagers are strange birds, flocking close to avoid humiliation
Grooming their own feathers for peer admiration
close to winning, already addicted to provoking a class uproar
Some content themselves with brief outbursts of pop humor

And marble skull is no different
Playing the game of life
almost reaching pleasant
conversation is a sport, debate is a dive

Soon you´ll prepare a feast of do´s and don´ts´ to society´s health
They taste delicious as they are thrown righteously from the mouth
What a tragic destiny this is, as rules crowd brain space and swell
Youth is exempt from mediocrity but is full of forming scars
What nonsense those mind brakes they teach you to pump really are
With a nice  "must have" brand of shoes to kick creativity

Tear the contract, don´t insist on a place where you can fit!
Why don´t you sell yourself to you and pocket the rudder bucking profit

Beyond the guts of it

In the middle of you
space where the soul hides
Juggling the heart and brain
shining out of your eyes

You could have this world with tree roots
or a pond´s surface
have it with human hands
Touch it for the heart´s beats are not infinite

Did life itself dab or perpetuate a brushstroke in forming you?
Or are you the motorbike
Simply an engine built for easily calculations
Tangible and loud

Whatever you feel will soon pass say the wise
Whatever you see is shaped by your servitude to mood
Thoughts stretch you out during the day
Lying to who you are

Logic is a warm blanket
Often the only way to survive the cold nonsense
without conditioning to the ice of mystery
You will march as a slave to form

The morning uttered

The early morning moved me
Like a whirlwind to the highest point of my being
Beating like a tide against it
It transformed into the will
growing like veins into the abundant bulges

Crashing against the times and their complaints
overrunning them
changing them, shredding them yet blessing them
Coloring voids
Collecting together like bees
then exploding like a dense flock of grounded birds taking wing

Curving around the closed and open spaces
rewriting the beliefs, the thoughts and ambitions
The air spoke to me as if my best friend
heat in it's words
I opened it's gift
The morning uttered a word
The incredible energy of peace and strength

It said "Free"

The animal soul

I can´t say
what color the horse sees the day in
or the frog or the dog or the proverbial chicken
Their crazy mouths open to the rain
Spice of the air they drink
What flavour do they taste before it all drains

What do they feel what do they fear
Is the purpose of their lives something they are aware of?
I can´t say if an animal has a soul
Pieces of the invisible puzzle
that make up the world

Life sings struggle (take off your earphones)

We go out and meet the world head on
These hill high challenges
looking us in the eye
we choose to heave to confront and fight

Some of these oinks throw their scraps in our directions
Our resolve is the blender that liquifies unnecessary slander
throwing it back twice as fast
The world is an ever changing mood
and we can deal with the zombies, the jealousies and the rudeness

Nothing can sustain us but the rhythm of life
the coughs and the splutters, the smiles and the gigggles
The slicing and the gutting, the dance and the wiggle
The movement of life
So push that into the light of your know

Never diminished by our errors
Always running back to where the fire is
no fear of being burned
inner grin deals aces on denial
because we assume reality and its thorns
Not time for fantasies and popcorn

We swing the spade
and stain the apron
never stopping for the whining insignificant complaints
we don´t snack on pride,
  we don´t hide from the truth, or endorse pretty lies
It´s real to the touch, it´s a classroom everyday, never too much
Heaven is the struggle in the way

Any tainted cup

Your world could be brighter
If you'd just let go of the demons
The ones wearing friendly smiles
The ones betting on the adversary crocodile

Sweep away those lies from such a bothered brow
Unnecessary ghosts riding in on your false beliefs
Wake from the nightmare they weave my friend
You've danced in the slow moving disco you've lied and pretended

I witnessed the hurt wet and swirling up in your eyes
and we could awkwardly joke as I hint and you deny
And we could hike around that void you keep inside
Feel it when it takes the shape of teeth to bite

Lay it into yourself one after the other
We are helpless to aid you, misplaced brother
Why send us away, are we the antagonists distracting your sweet vice?
Why let this vessel carry you? wherever it may glide

Hunger for a time and place

Took the long road down
Tyres screeching
My mind massages the darkness
Streetlight caresses our eyes

Car racing toward the light of day
toward the morning
Sidewalks worship us
amidst the dawn drizzle

This road is cheese
this dawn is driving through
a stampede with a mouth to chew the morning

Turning the corner and decending
into the city into the day
into movement, obligation and etiquete

The sun will baptise me today or tomorrow and when it does
The roads will truly be edible and open
People´s deception will be fed back into their mouths
Until their purpose behind the lie is found

And I will turn down at all hours of the day
No limits to existance
A face for all periods of the day
no hunger for time

Uncle madness

Have you ever seen a monster in real life
A tormented clown drunk on his own wretchedness
Corrupt in the bones
Organs so worn from carrying grudges
A dispicable lanky old man

He is the vampire invited
The rot accepted and tolerated
The demon unexorcised
The wound infected

He stirrs madness in his own skull
as if it were a cauldron
brewing venom soup
He is the intenseness of evil

His tongue knows a Thousand obsenities
He thirsts to offend
He is the fiend of all fiends
The corruptor, the accuser,
the bitter alcoholic whose presense dismays

Untie the playground

Sun drops onto the rope and the kids at play
They are immersed they don´t speak they scream with not much to say
Looking up to where the world is attached to their games
Sunlight´s rays make their way into shrieks across the small park

Some of the kids in the shade
stuck on gossip and not wanting to feel the adventure
impatient sun still trying to trickle through the trees
 to liven them toward movement

The tines in the rope squeal under the weight of several climbers
Untying the playground with their obsession with action
The morning sun does blind us one boy said
as he and his friends hauled the plastic boat up the concrete mountain

Swamp bread

You in the swamp
Swamp lakes, swamp takes
on Earth it is you

 In the bar full of alcoholic crocodiles
Broken benches, wooden beams and braces
It´s there you´ll invite me to tatoo your soul
under the bald cypress trees
smooth trunk fanning and flapping into the juice

Oh the hollow trunk holes
mouthfulls of words overheard
overfed
Dusty dirt roads bending down and bowing to the noble swamp bar

I drugged the air to be humid
And gave the popular locals laughter roots in their throats
throwing up grin,s cackles and snake hissing giggles
empty bottles and patrons falling backwards after the seventh litre

In the swamp
Swamp likes you, rubs you down
water´s stale you are the world but the swamp is not

And you´ll pirate them out
gold coins boxes of happy thoughts
I´d want to rent your two cheeks
so that wonder can measure your grin
I´d swamp right into you
wanting to know the moves

I´d drug the air about you
just to see the beads sweetly form
The drugged air vibrates and gets wetter
worshiping the sweat that runs across your skin
slowly you melt

The swamp promises the world
but knows little more than mud and decomposing debris
among roots and humid air all the way up to the rooster canopy
the eyes change color and mystery swings in and out like a vagabond
but it´s a poor proxy for the world child
don´t heed what they declare

Walking back to Raumati

From the deep blue sky they come down
sliding all over whatever city they like
bragging they're faster and more agile than motorbikes
More sacred than the clean rivers

They slip in a good word about themselves
and each conversation swells
with their heads taking up most of the space
Their weird foreign pride all over the place

They've seen the real beauty
we are the primitive canoes
We have to sit by and listen like sheep dogs
with nothing to do

Their space crafts outrun anything on earth
Whizzing by a thousand miles an hour
as I had to take the long way back to Raumati
Summer amenities awaited me

Summer screamed at me through the U.F.O's motors
Asking me if I would like a ride
I looked at my surroundings and my legs spoke
Told me to keep on trotting

The army in verse

The army of words
They cross the world
Their legs are letters changing
coming together and seperating
advancing toward meaning

Unleashed upon the world
Written into the tatoo on a poet incognito
Making their way across the city walls
An army burning it´s way into the psyche
like tyres spinning on the ashphalt
like a billion trees struck by lightening

The ranks are filling and the pressure is attractive
Minds want to feel the touch of such tangible abstraction
Not in trends or screens but in words and ideas
the mind has never seen

Verse ties the hands of tyrants
rubbing off the flesh from their foreheads
to expose their deranged frontal lobes
The stealth of those metaphors
boots battering desert rock toward the merciless oppressors
With all senses awake to the atrocities of Siria

A fine acquaintance is oblivion
It´s time we introduce him to these thugs in black
Until the very darkness they propose has wined and dined on their souls
and the void inside them drives them to suicide

A good night´s sleep

The striped cloud is an omen,
who is that roaming illusive sinister host?
Excuse me while I confront the evermoaning ghost
The tree is uprooted and laid head toward the hills and beneath
The striped cloud is an omen cover your head beneath the sheets

The apartment building has been laid down on it´s side
mostly empty except a few workaholics that still reside
Deep within the carcass of the building, lamp on as if the sun never existed
The evermoaning ghost circling the sleepy ruins
The cloud composed of dark lines contrasting light ones flowing and morphing
toward the horizon

Life´s a bike and dance when emergency kicks a cane into day light sight or night time sleep
A serious ride and rhythm toward the purpose of alarm clock bleeps
Each room in the fallen tree is a mouth to tell a million tales
recorded inside hieroglyphics which sail
on the dark lines in the sky

The tree is now a bed and humans are now waking, hear their sighs
coughing and joking emergency in their eyes
The evermoaning ghost has died down like a turbine shutting off
The world awaits so hard and abrasive, compared to those sheets so warm and soft

Multi-tasker

Are your own private universe
your own accountant, repairman and nurse
Big games are played and while the game's going
the rules are made and like stars falling
random chance mixes us up, some hold some flake
On the inside we are all walking milkshakes

So are you here about the light
the money your broken heart or your health
The game has begun and the first rule is to spin
while there be light from the sun
Aim your brain at the day call it destiny
We're in a forest but all of us are different species

Staying afloat

Which part of the boat are you
What purpose have you
The docks are restless

This ship is huge each story true
tells a chapter in the biography of you
The water out there is full of people and animals

There is no special time of the day
No specific location
Where if you stand and pray
the meaning of life will fall on you like rain

So which tool in the box are you
what is your use
The machines are anxious for repair

This factory is gigantic and each floor
supports the nature of each sentiment in your core
The workers out there are swimming in the water

There are no lifeguards or floating debris that might
save the aimless paddlers as for their lives they fight
Each wave comes like the back to work bell
The factory itself has drowned in the swell

And with each stroke of the workers arms through the water
with each breathe, each piece of hope in their survival driven thought

The world is created for and by dreamers

The gift of imagination far from the limits, rules and forms
I seek to dream them without permission
be them without recognition
see them through, grit and elbow grease included

Dreams the ones that set us aside from the drones
the ones at night that still buzz around the head until midday
Opening wonder and curiosity and the food for brilliance
Dreams the mind´s guide on thought´s tides

Ah but we are set apart, for those who don´t dream must follow
If you cannot romance the surreal
Subject to the concreteness of rules and structures
Programmed and mechanical

Yet we who dream are a million colors
and a million sensations that bubble into one another
A whole universe inside the human form
Tweeking reality and squeezing convention

Dreaming the abstract dream
Create the new
move the bored and uncurious to their imminent posts
be anything but a label

Where are you swimming?

You can't trick the fish
they'll swim at quite a fast pace
If your pond is deep
The surface will be the last place

Have you counted your fish
and compared them with the other pond
wait until the summer weather
heats the water where they escond

And above land there's nothing but fish
trying to sell their suitcase ideas
get you interested in one then make the switch
swimming away

Celebrities are chased right to where one spends
sand and tyres, grand garden parks for fancy picnics
fishy handshakes confidently extend
from an elbow connected to a shoulder holding a head of tricks

They could whirl a fairy like fireworks
extract the promiscuous groupers from their neon sign districts for a while
Hooks like that penetrate winter
hooks like that catch on clumsy gills

Decorations

The old lady said the bandage was a decoration
and was it ever, was it such, yes such an understatement
The veins and wrinkles on hers were decorations absurd
yet the mouth wouldn't go to word

And you yes you, life's parade is great
not needing medals or certificates
What greater war is there than the one to maintain life
This weapon of mass destruction is the aging in man and wife

And the man with the bulging black eye
wore his like a proud hero his cape in flight
The purple heart well pronounced on his face in pain
And the woman who had bitterly paced into the train
boasting a bruise across her forehead

The little girl with a cut on her lips despite her pretending
one can only ponder on how they earned them
And back to the old lady almost excited, almost eighty
her whole face was decorated and what a shrill exchange ensues
when general death approaches the one you are talking to

Damage control

We are the observers and our eyes have been lent out
To something hidden
So that daily life is watched like cameras
simultaneously transmitting the film to another part of our universe
where onlookers tediously and slowly draw their conclusions

Yes our eyes film this never ending set which is earth
But do the onlookers have emotions?
Do they bleed like us?
Or are they so unlimited, they don't actually live on a planet?
But survive on our perceptions, opinions and methods of bending reality?

Yet they have the greatest power in the world
To see everything anytime any place
and hold dialogue with the most sane of us
calculating the costs of their interferences before they seek to prevent oblivion

Painted on fake smiles

War is painted on the walls of daily life
We hold love in our fists yet it squeezes out
Destruction hides in different locations all over the city
waiting to awake and manifest

Beauty can alude the eyes for days
and dryness and pollution mix into the haze
layers of it coming down from the skies
to choke us and to weaken us as graffiti smiles

War is painted on fake smiles
fine strokes of ambition and resistance
Uphill battles to change a world that worships destruction
That prays to jesus with words of apathy and selfishness

A Jersey called insanity woven with disregard
that millions harbour in their hearts
ruled by impulses and the ugly dialogue of a bad conscience
that appears out of nowhere painted into their thoughts

Like soot along a train line
or vomit along a hobos rags
A line of riot geared police
A population that remembers every soccer game

yet forgets the rest

The necessary fire

What a man has to be
experience and face
the temperatures and the pressures
the tests of the fissures in his will

A shield he must be built around the heart
Armor must be nailed onto him
The world moulds too many of us
Where do we source the alloy to absorb the blows

Merciless, the confused masses set themselves up in rows to attack
The mindless anger that drives the people
The fire of the world burns and you are pushed further into the furnace
scratching the closing doors cannot help you

Let the heat overwhelm you
pound in your temples
and change you
be the flame as if it were your destiny

Eating up everything around you
the chaos the confusion and the provokers
When the pain and the flame are extinguished
there will be no mouth to explain bliss

Under the thick trees

You can't see me in the tree
Looking searching like a private investigator
I pulled the branch down
\you almost fell

Now you are chasing
Though I'm in a different world
And when you enter I'm already hidden
It's a school yard with high thick branchy trees
cutting out the sun and making the ground damp and moist

I'm further in and none can see me
Near the old exit where the sewer drains are
filled with old rubbish cans and bottles
You won't even risk a step toward the heap
So I'll go on with limitless land rights
pulling down whoever's branch I choose

And I'll enjoy the trees that can never be uprooted
And be content as the rest of you panic
at the fact there's no exit or real sense in this place
You are just a lost autumn leaf rolling over in the wind
believing yourself to be the mover
Bless that naivety