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Ok..It's been awhile. I live in a cave.
I beat on the head with a big soup
Bone
I bring home chunk of meat to
Crazy woman
We have two offspring we
Named Thunk and Clunk
I'm stuck in a disfuntional
Paleolithic relationship
Between beating the hell
Out of a T-Rex for dinner
And dealing with this
Cave womans prehistoric
Social demands, I have
Become bi-polar
I have now been commited
To the Swamp Soup
Rehab Center
Doctor Bonelicker is
Now reviewing my
Case
He said,"Thunk and Clunk
Just might grow up to
Be chicken skinners if
I didn't get my act
Together
I cried
The doctor
Kicked me
In the testicles
And laughed like
A fool
I did not have
Courage to face
His agression
I knew at that
Moment it was my
Mothers fault that
She could not afford
Pampers and baby powder
For me
My father was
Eaten by some crazy
Lizard so he could
Be of no help or ever
Send a Christmas
Card
What was I to do?
The crazy wife in
The cave was filing
For Social Security
And Thunk and Clunk
Was shipped off to
A cannibal tribe
I was Homo Erectus
Sabian without
A clue
I decided to sign
Up to Connecting
Singles in light
Of my divorce
Maybe they could
Prescrible a medication
For my Paleolithic
Depression
Who knows?
I may even get
A date.
Lol
Cafe

Almost to tired for
A word
It feels like everything
Is closing in
On me
What have I
Done?
I thought I had
A message
So much noise
Out there
Perhaps I should
Have stayed
Silent
Little strength
Left to explain
I guess I must
Leave it to their
Own inner voices
To understand, or
Discard
I can only share
I am not the
Maker of hearts
When I was young
I felt it
Now that I'm old
I consider it
I fear to many
Hearts will have
Turned away
Why would they
Crave darkness
Over light
Very strange

Cafe

Everybody's talkin' bout a
New day, ya don't say
I'd say, he said, she said..
Everybody wants a tax
Cut, thinner butt wish
You luck!
Everybody wants what
They want, and they
Want it now like
The golden cow
They wanna new
World with three
Chickens in the pot
They'll pay fifty cents
Cause that's all
They got
They wanna one
World this
A one world that
But a more brutal
Force showed'em
Where it's at
Killing in the streets
Take what ain't yours
Walk the streets at
Night and solicit
All the whores
Wave your flag
With passion
It's truly the
Trending fashion
Hide your children
From abduction
Ignore a bloody
Seduction
Break every law
That can be made
The devil makes
The trade
Rock& roll drugs
Sex and TV
And sports..the
God of the ages
Crucify the preachers..
Mock all the sages
Maybe some politician
Will save us from
Doom
Maybey reality will
Hit us soon
Kneal down..find
A god
Start a war
Save a slob
Curse your neighbors
On election night
Destroy the world
Because..You
Were right!
Cafe

The man is sick as a result of the Sun.
The table is split as a result of the Sun.
The man and the table are results of sunlight.
I have, as a result, drunk water.
The woman has not touched the significance of the water.
I do not know anything.

The geometry of an eyeball, when the room darkens?
The face had a tear on it, the woman said.
A rip or a wetness?
The face was torn apart.
I felt as if there was a huge pressure in my face.
Like my face was too big for my skin and it was trying to bust out.
That was the pressure.

You didn’t have a geometry in your eyeball.
The sick man sat on the split table, eating sunlight.
The relationship between the man and the table, is what?
The face had a scar on it, a tear.
The woman cried when she thought about geometry.

The Sun understood the significance of the water, when it dried.
My face laughed, geometry.
The relationship between the man and the table was: geometry.
Everything, everything was geometry.

There is a sunset that dips below
My throbbing passions..
My time upon this earth is perhaps
Nothing more than a whim of
Fantasy
But like so many men I am to
Painfully aware of some inner
Need that transends the boundaries
Of my understanding..
It is though my soul cannot
Rest til I feel the touch of your
Hand
I suppose I could finish out
The rest of my days with all
My magical emotions
But I sometimes wonder
If I've been slighted by
The hand of destiny
That I might never feel
The warmth of your
Loving body next to
My hungry heart
I clench my fists but
I realize that anger
And panting of soul
Has never brought
You near
This love storm of
Volcanic passion seems
To die with every moonlit
Night
What does it take?
Surely, I would be a
Good man to you
Surely, my gentle
Hand would cup
Your cheek and my
Finger tips would
Trace the path of
Your soulful tears
But by some mysterious
Destiny I must breathe
Deep and accept my
Long held passion
You will go on to find
A lover of your desire
You may remember me
Perhaps in the springtime
Of your frolicing fancy
But will you remember
The heart that burns for
Your touch when the winter
Of my souls crying dies
In the dust of the earth?
Cafe

A pleasant man to be around?
Never met him..
But I have read his poems
His words take on a life
Of their own and we
Can somehow catch
A glimpse of a
Marvelous spirit
Full of giving
His fun humor
That would put
Any maiden
At ease
A straight shooter
A man of integrity
With razors wit
A heart of remarkable
Compassion
And I dare say
A fist of iron
I would feel
Comfortable shaking
His hand
Perhaps few men
Might grasp who
They just met
Perhaps only
A few are graced
With the meaning
Inherant in his
Words
It'll be a pleasant
Day as I stroll
Through memory
Lane
I've walked down
This dirt road for
Many a year and
I smile to myself
And think..
JimEee was here
Before me
Cafe

The time for fantasy's
Is long spent..
I've been offered a
Smile and a warm
Heart to comfort
Awake me!
Awake!
Fall not asleep
Yet I am so tired
My poetry, oh yes,
I've kissed a dream
Or two
But it is the dream
Of her kiss that taunts
My every sleepless
Night
Some mysterious clock
Of love hidden in
The heavens speaks
To me on a bed
Of unknown
Passion
Yet, I know within the
Gentleness of her
Heart she patiently
Waits to take me
In the sunshine
Of her love
Forgive me that my
Arms cannot reach
the golden rose
Of your heart
I fall to my knees
And plead to you
That somewhere
Between time and
Space, that I may
Be granted to fall
Upon your neck
With kisses of
Eternal love..
Cafe

Sit down on the couch
My love
I've got something
To say
We've been together
For ten years now
But I must go
Away
I don't mean to
Hurt you
But I just can't
Stay
I packed my bag
Last night and I
Know things won't
Be the same
But in an hour or
Two I must catch
The train
I saw in your eyes
That something
Was a miss
Blame it on me for
Your tears I
Never kissed
You've been a good
Women to me
Perhaps the best
There ever was
But my heart has
Found another in
Everything she does
So I'll leave the key
And shut the door
I'll drive away and
Say nothing more
I know your tears
Will fall down
Your face
And you'll sweep the
Floors of this
Lonely place
But my heart has
Vanished in the
Wind
God forgive me
Of this sin

Cafe

On the chill of a moonlit night
I was awakened by the
Touch of some unseen
Entity..
Voices taunting me making
Me toss and turn
Shadows on the wall
Were like black
Claw fingers
Then the voices spoke.
" Your mind is nothing more
Than a hieroglyphic symbol."
" A cosmic trick
Of the god's"
'You were born of blood
And dirt wedded to
Bone and sinew"
" You were given a
"Taste of reason which
Shall vanish as a vapor"
You are quite simply..
Astronomically insignificent!"
Your aspirations are nothing
More than a rusty shovel
Leaning against an unmarked
Grave..
Death was mixed in your
Mother's milk from
The beginning..
I screamed out, " Go away!
You have no right to
Speak thus to me!"
But the voices kept
Taunting..
" Look at you! You lie
There on your rotting bed
And pour your imagination
Into unwashed socks.
Your long suit is an
Impossible dream..
You mull around in
Nothing more than worn
Out sandels, and a ragged
T- Shirt that reads, " I
Voted for Lady Godiva!"
The voices departed for an
Hour then returned..
"You are not a cosmological
Constant.. Don't you read?
It was in all the Sunday
Papers!"
I paused for a long moment
Then asked, " Who are you
Voices?'
They whispered, " We are
The voices of doubt..
Was it not you who called
On us in your
Midnight dream?"

Cafe

Little lamb that she was she wanted
Nothing more than to breathe a
Sigh of relief and fall fetal within
The protection of his powerful mane
She finds no fear of the night
Resting upon the paws of her king
For she knows the jungle creeps
Quiet within the scent of the Lion
The lamb looks to him and
Grazes in green pastures no
Longer fearing the violence
Of the storm
For she knows the power
Of his strength..
And love

Cafe