Long Roadblocks Poems

Set upon the new world stage within the burning fires of hell. Silently posed factions of the elite, suppress the true inherit of Mother Earth. The meek children bending over for millennium, taken spankings of...

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The flames of the furnace (well-travelled by wind
slowly glazing the rags of gray women chagrined
at the sight of a hair fleeing tresses now thinned) 
sometimes billow like waves flooding naves through the night,
when the lightning...

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Night Moods 

Stars weep, they cry in the night sky
for those who laugh in the light of day, 
yet, not with spirit, heart soul or eye.
They see not the game they play,
nor understand what laughter...

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Pittsburgh, hammertown, Chuck Knoll and his boys
established the best Superbowl Era dynasty
with the "Steel Curtain" defense and the "Blonde Bomber" Bradshaw,
a defense disciplined on shrapnel and elite ego,
"Mean Joe Greene" and Jack Lambert, a compulsive...

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I see me, 
seeing me..
In the surface of a reflection...
I see the past, the present
And a future not yet mentioned.
Who am I on the opposite side
Of that reflection?
This man that lives and breathes
With all these...

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Born in New England in the wake of the Civil War,
Her folks fled Irish famine and landed on our shore.
At age five, she took sick, losing almost all her sight.    
At eight,...

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My first concern was to contact family, friends and employees that might be in the 
immediate vicinity of the event.  We are one of those lucky stories where my wife 
had a doctor’s appointment...

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I guess we all have it; some, more than others.
Sisters, Brothers, Fathers and Mothers,
We look at each other and look in the mirror,
Hoping one day we will all see much clearer.
 
Pride can be good...

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Pray,
If you should tell
All that you have bottled up
Who will you tell?
Who will believe you?
Stories of swollen head, slit lips
Blood, brimstone and bonfires 
Laboriously ignited to silence
Rats, rabbits, dogs, roaches and mosquitoes 
Stories of brazen...

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I'm going to write until my hand hurts
Sometimes I just like to rhyme an unplanned verse
I refuse to allow anyone to define this man's worth
Is it better to be able to withstand hurt? 
Or understand...

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What were you thinking when the lights went out?
You closed your eyes; breathed your last breath,
Was it me you were wondering and worried about?
Did you finally find peace when at last you found death?

Fate can...

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“All their comings and their goings were so closely scrutinised 
as the prosecution’s trump card was the evidence they prized.  
Though the wily prosecutor gathered facts to build his case,  
some old bushmen...

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A friend corned an expression that arrested me. I had heard something similar before, but not exactly the way he said it.  I have not been able to get away from the depth of...

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Ten Years (rewrote it for better meaning)

(Love you, mom)
February 21, 2007
The day that i last saw your face
The same face that went through war
To keep the family together
Through the hardships of life;
The day that i...

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All those years flew away 
for nothing.
Then of course the headaches 
started when weeping constantly
at the unfairness of my marriage.
You need to know that I didn't 
love him but I cherish the family 
we've created,...

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JUXTAPOSED AWARENESS

On and within the fullness 
of this beautiful sunshine day,
I peacefully sit here pondering 
the present chaos of the world.

How awe confusing…it all is–
outside, flowers are blooming,
birds and butterflies are soaring,
and the quiet wind...

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This is...my last serenade...this is...my last serenade...
This is...my last serenade...this is...my last serenade...
This life...this life is not meant for me...
I'm troubled, troubled so desperately
I need help, I cannot deny it
I need help, please, point me...

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out in the county and up the highway
anger hangs like lost voodoo over Miami
dances on bumperstickers
floats on airwaves
scars faces with perpetual glares
colors perceptions darkly
alters moods and
drives young men to football coaches
then army recruiters

anger that beats...

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sometimes, I am sleepwalking through life
disconnected
stumbling
not fully awake    lost and confused
I feel, I am not with the living
I tell myself,  "wake up before its too late!"
some roadblocks have me blocked
 ...

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We were made to live life out-loud;
We were made to survive the pain, and the conflicts.
We were made to overcome evil.
Destined to endure.
Live despite obstacles and roadblocks.
Yes, we feel our pain: We learn; We pray,...

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The poison parrot is repulsed by me, hates my art, laughs at my poems.
sneers when I enter my imaginary world, pokes fun at it.
She throws roadblocks into my mood zone,
destroys my great ideas as fast...

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Tales from the Crypt 2

Date: Tue, Jan 19 2016 at 12:34 PM

This A Tale from the Crypt Keeper
Of A Boy with Mystical, 
Physical, 
Spiritual,
 Lyrical,
Features
Created as A Creature
With An Extroverted Demeanor
Inside him is Ether
That Burns...

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I wonder what it would’ve been like to grow up differently. Perhaps with fewer mental roadblocks. Possibly with a brain that wasn’t constantly shifting channels without warning. I’ve been trying so hard lately, writing a...

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He slowly walks the lonely crowded road

lost in love and Self and lucky destination

Has no clue where his barren  feet will lead

yet delusion is cast away from anchor’s rope


Sandy ripples where the pavement rapped...

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if you have lived to see either
side of 30, you have been
offered a fruitcake---
it might have been round these
“holiday” times, when people
celebrate their fictional characters
that got the horrible religions 
rolling, or the
fictional meal that didn’t...

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