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I hear the rain it makes me smile
I feel the sun it makes me disappear for awhile
I feel the wind rustle in my hair
I have no reason for despair
This is me.....

Awake! Awake!
Look to the hills!
The Poet Slayer
Cometh!
Flee for your lives
ye who take up the
pen!
Your words have been
weighed in the scales
and found wanting-
I come riding on a
red horse and shall
put to the sword every
frivolous word written-
Tear your eyes out and
dare not look into the
eyes of truth!
Your dainty words are
a stench in my nostrils-
I will not stomach these
mindless rhymes of blue
skys and green pastures!
Sheep! Mindless dreamers
all of you!-
I will charge into your
valley and slash your
pretty fables..and your
noble sentiments fit
only for frogs!-
I Slayer, will expose
your tearful phrases
of dewdrops, and golden
sunsets as mere food
for the locust-
Your futile rants of
beauty shall be trampled
without mercy-
Your own words shall
drown in a sea of black
ink,and every mothers
child shall fear to
write another word-
Run you mud dwellers!
Your feeble rhymes will
be plunged into a river
of molten lava!
Yes! I Slayer Cometh!
And by the sword I shall
judge your WORDS!~

I see you everyday
its not important you see me
I'm the the man who moors his boat
near your house upon the quay

your son is older than me
learning issues, t'would appear
he follows you like gravity
like a worry follows fear

you never appear angry
in the face of nature's mirth
everyday he walks beside you
every day a brand new shirt

"who looks after you?" I think
as the ocean soaks the sands
you hold your son so tightly
an umbilical cord of hands

you always seem to have a smile
as you fumble for your key
I'm humbled by your kindness
you must be north of sixty - three

I worry for your future
but there's steel around your home
a dignity past this modern place
a swan a'swim in chrome

when the clinker fails
in the boards of your heart
when the gunnells dip
and you lose your chart

when you sail alone
through the seas of steel
when your sails are drowned
by a broken keel

when the wind dies
and your spirit's corrupted
when you inch ahead
with your pace obstructed

when the will to fight
is made weak by thirst
when your clothes are skin
and your hope is cursed

when you reach your end
and you are still alive
when ascending angels
turn to birds and dive

when the clouds part
and you see God divine
when all shapes of memory
dim to a line

when you fight to retain
the metallic of blood
when the last of your senses depart for the mud

when the comfort of death
tempts like a liar
when the last thing you own
is belligerent fire

when the heart of darkness
offers his hand
when you can't see heaven
the sky or the strand

when you see him smirk
with his ancient sigh
you ferociously snarl
and tear out his eye

WE LOVED THE DAYS, WHEN WE WERE YOUNG,
THAT OLD GRANDAD, WOULD CALL,
FOR HE ALWAYS BROUGHT A PEGGIE'S LEG,
OR SOME BULLS EYES, FOR US ALL.

HE WOULD SIT HIMSELF, BESIDE THE FIRE,
AN OLD STORY TO RELATE,
BUT FIRST HE'D LIGHT A WOODBINE,
LIFT THE POKER FROM THE GRATE.

ITS THEN HE TOLD THE STORIES,
WITH THE POKER FOR A GUN,
AS HE RECALLED WITH EAGERNESS,
HIS BATTLES ON THE SOMME.

WE SEEN THE SCARS UPON HIS HANDS,
WHERE BULLETS GRAZED HIS SKIN
AS HE LAUGHED, I WASN'T FAT BOY'S,
IN WAR ITS SAFER TO BE THIN.

AH YES, MY GENTLE GRANDAD,
LONG GONE TO HIS REWARD,
TO ME HE WAS A HERO,
WITH A POKER, GUN, OR SWORD.

AT HEART, HE WAS A MOUNTAIN MAN,
WHO WOULD ALWAYS DO WHATS RIGHT,
AT HIS GRAVE I SAY, GOD BLESS GRANDAD,
YOU WERE BRAVE, TO FIGHT, THE FIGHT.

BEN999

Premeditated massacres-
In life we're just some passengers
evil doers act as us-
tongues a boom bappin rappin drum
Spirit flung from on high,
to flesh level, a deaf rebel
vibrating like a sound wave, vacant as a vacuum
gracious, taking all their thank yous
morphin to some Grey Goose
b*tch bird open up and Swallow
hollow as some Dum-dums (dumb dumbs)
Horror till the sun(son) comes
Green like metal army tank hue
See(sea) Shell and I are Spiraling
On this bombed out beach in Ireland
synthetic Ecstasy got us climbing
Proclaiming to the vexing white foam
Chaotic peace to kill the violence
A piece of pie(Phi) to feed and find-um
a trippy little blot to redefine-um
Annihilate the ego
Soaring like some eagles
Me and you baby!
Bugged out like The Beatles
picking on this flesh and bone
See you in time like a metronome
Let our psychic love be set in stone
and scorched to crystal quartz
Future shimmers in our tear drops
Light drains over the horizon
Shelly baby, I'm just a pest to all your poison

canyon blues

there are a couple ways to look at it
traveling alone that is
without a mate
unencumbered by partner, passenger or plan
on one hand you can go when & where & stay early or late
hike a canyon or pee beside the road anytime you like
or you can stop at a strip joint in atlanta or a church in duluth
or both if your timing is right
then again someone on for the ride has it’s advantages
someone to make sandwiches and tune the radio
someone to remember what you forget
someone to hold your hand down that canyon
someone to strip for you outside that church in duluth

“my favorite restaurant”

at the four top in the corner
they’re all lookin’ kinda blue
three guys and a well dressed girl
i wonder who’s screwin’ who

the waitress, she’s on crack, smell the monkey on her back
her patrons can’t quite tell for sure
they know something’s just not right
how will they calculate the tip for her

busboys don’t have to live up
to the hype of the slick bartender
they only have to slide some of his tips
beneath their shirt and fake suspenders

the food is pretty good
though often times too spicy
don’t argue about it with the chef though
he always wields a fillet knife and his attitude is dicey

horse carriages, segways and a bridge with lions at the end
just another day in a paradise of sun, sand and questions
pity the glazey eyed tourists, not knowing where to go
the homeless won’t eat their leftover pizza, but don’t mind giving directions

the twisted discourse squeezed the life from the moment
as sure as the ivy destroyed the willow in the back yard
ever climbing in the darkness of night
never ceasing until a crecendo led to disbandment of relations of old

illicit accusations implied and spoken
chopped away at the foundation and ended up as broken chairs against the wall
eventually enough damage pierced the house completely and
a new light shown through to reveal the dawn

“chewing gum”



larry went down to the liquor store,
he wanted gum, nothing more.
but when he got there he couldn’t get in,
the door was blocked with tender tan skin.

I’m just lookin’ for gum, he said, nothin’ more.
she quickly slid her high heeled size 7 up the jamb of the door.
by this time her knee was up near his nose.
he noticed she wasn’t wearing any hose.

his eyes finally made it up to look at her face,
that made him forget those panties of lace.
she begged his forgiveness, just needed a light.
sure, maybe could I see you later tonight?

they went wild in the library looking up old facts,
and reading about elvis slicing melons with an axe.
later they played miniature golf, the one one where,
you try to slip your ball through the crotch of the bear.

in between
they ate lightly steamed oysters and fresh seaweed.

as the moon rose over the highway leaving town,
larry carefully slipped the convertible’s top down.
it was quite a coup for cruisin’ with ice in the trunk,
until the right front radial crushed the lazy skunk.

they washed the smell from their clothes, naked in the pond by the mill,
and gave the neighbors something to talk about still.
on the way home they vowed to each other they’d do it again real soon.
at the mini mart he bought her strawberry ice cream and a spoon.

he also

picked up that gum he was looking for and a lighter for the girl.