Listening to my intuition,
Learning to condition an urge,
To Overindulge and splurge,
My emotions surge,
I search for courage,
The bulge getting bigger,
One thought pulls the trigger,
Digging another hole,
Rolling along whole,
Trolling my self worth,
Magnificent at birth,
I was pushed in the dirt,
All of life seemed to hurt,
Now I'm burnt to a crisp,
Whispers of a better day,
Try to brighten my day,
I listen to what they say,
Playing along the best I can,
Patterns take the stand,
Stranded in the loop,
Swimming in comfort soup,
Stooping down a level,
Visiting my Devil,
Reveling in the wonders,
The pleasure brings thunder,
It's a spell I'm under,
Plundering wisdom for my soul,
It was taking a toll,
Had full control,
So I roll along knowing I'm whole,
this day is partly cloudy
like her mind
she can feel the waves
rolling along
like emotions
flowing strong
its salty spray
lingering
on half pursed lips
where passionate kisses
once did
a flower
tossed aside
on the edges
of sand
just beyond
water’s reach
a makeshift sun
within its golden hues
catches her eyes
she’s not picking it up
to play he loves me
he loves me not
she already knows
the answer
so she plucks
memories
instead
beside it
a cross
neatly placed
by a haphazard
breath of sea
she wonders
as she wanders
without shadow
towards the vast unknown
if it’s a promise
of better days
to come
new memories
to behold
a story
still untold
starting to unfold
a smile breaks
with the clouds
as she glows
somewhat brighter
now
11/7/2025
Within every writer's soul
is an untold role,
rolling along the shadows,
secretly, desperately seeking
the glow above the darkness
that gave it life in the first place
"Mother’s Milk"
I don’t know -
what would you have me say?
Life is a gourmand perfume
rolling along on the notes of air
intoxicating musk a jubilee
music you breathe and reign in
words lactonic heaven scent
stimulating the beginning and the end
in synaesthesia the let-down presents
succulent life, a moment brief and swift
a hint of warm peppered cinnamon
with gunshot sparks recalcitrant pink
a straight shot from the heady accord first off
hard points from mother’s breast rouge the plot
we drink it all in
life is the sweetest illusion
bittersweet and burnt bent
we are all drunk to it;
before we begin,
we begin again,
we are swallowed large
into this small life
like an unknown mystery
karmic charms chime in
fragrant and in fragrant notes
recalcitrant journeys
roads less taken
sweet and bitter almonds
we hear the distant bells chime
we sign off reluctantly
to only begin it all again
Candide Diderot. ‘25
How many railroad ties will it take to get from here to where I'm going. Aimlessly rolling along the tracks without noticing the boxcars of baggage I'd been stowing.
So I slowly started sifting through forgotten freight as my rebuild picked up steam. Piecing myself back together with my updated route now clearly seen. It took grinding my gears to become aware that it's better to swap in hope for fears.
Eventually I'll find my way to where I am supposed to be. But for now I'll just ride the rails with my engine running wide open and free.
Lights are glowing gently
The curtains have been drawn
The radio plays softly
An old, well loved song
The summer night is calm
With the moon on the rise
Racoons head for the corn
Much to no one's surprise
Darkness coats the hillside
Cattle have settled down
Village streets are emptied
'Till morning comes around
A new day approaches
Sun will rise in the east
Towns and farms grow active
As daylight is increased
Swimming pool is open
Picnics are in the plans
All the white skinned children
Are working on their tans
Life keeps rolling along
Through all the summer days
Young kids hit fishing holes
Farmers round up the strays
Woman start preserving
From artichokes to plums
Will be food a' plenty
When the hard winter comes
Soon baseball and swimming
Gives way to football games
Then there is harvesting
Between the autumn rains
Kids will return to school
For studies and class plays
And all will tell stories
About their summer days
Up here Inside there at the Center
My Voices quickly Come slap again
They Point it out and Run it down harsh
It Smarts
Voices Voices I got it I Hear you
Voices Voices I know it I’m Listening
Over another Off to the Left
My Voices funny Voices clever Chatting
They Smile at me and Nod yeah yeah
It's Good
Voices Voices I got it I Hear you
Voices Voices I know it I’m Listening
Backwards Sideways Rolling along
My Voices Remember Odd defiant now
They Mix it up and Flesh it out nice
It Kicks
Voices Voices I got it I Hear you
Voices Voices I know it I’m Listening
Front toward Right under All the way
My Voices harden Voices strong Pushing
They Grab on and Hold tight Straight up
It’s Solid
Voices Voices I got it I Hear you
Voices Voices I know it I’m Listening
You thought you were a big wheel in a big town
But your just a small wheel in a small town
We just keep rolling along when you're not around
Please put your right foot forward
Think of how easy it is now when you can believe it is just white wash
When you finally discover how amazing life is with time now as a certain enemy
With all the Kings Horses
All the Kings men
Gathered together to put our World back together again
Our glory is the difference we made
What is survival seems to deal
Causes riffs in the fabric of God
As time has passed me by
By another stop sign
This one keeps me stopped for 6 or 7 years
I sent Angels and Cherubs.to do your devine temple
What happens happens especially in Los Vegas
I am tortured from the beliefs of others
Iam tortured because of my beliefs
Tradition a tactic of the immortals
How many people have listened to the Angels or denied a freedom which has no price no promise
One day there will be no moral judgements
Good will be bad
Bad will be good
I sit with my feet touching the water
fascinated by a playful otter
near the river's edge, amid evergreens,
rolling along the sapphire surface sheens.
Swimming up and down propelling itself
enlightening up on a bare rock shelf.
Scattered green dwarf saplings I sit and spy
capricious. Once again and it's good-bye.
A breath, filled with, bluebells, lavender bell
blooms bright and lovely, I linger a spell.
Pink and white dance across, and hint of breeze
Plethora of weeds, brown moss grasps the trees.
I dream of pixies, and fairies behind
wild spray of tall dandelions, I'd find.
9/17/2023
There was a day on TV
When westerns were all the rage
Together our masked hero the Lone Ranger
with Tonto kept outlaws in their cage
Wagon Train kept rolling along
Seth Adams the leader
Flint McCullough chief scout
old Charlie Wooster was the feeder
My all-time favorite Cowboy
had to be clearly Wagon Train
Flint was my all-time hero
my chief scout taking the strain!
Autumn's bounty now waits in the fields.
Sowers and keepers of the crops are
Now replaced by energetic reapers.
Dry and ready for the combine;
Brown and ripe for the harvesting;
The corn to feed the world;
The soybeans to ease hunger;
Cotton to cloth all mankind.
Like a kid fixated in wonderment,
I stop and stare along the roadside;
Observing massive machines of steel,
Rolling along the dusty fields,
Cutting and threshing and separating
the seed from the hull; corn from cobs.
The big rigs are loaded and heading
to the storage bends and buyers.
091622PS
Don't want to love you
just looking for fun
Can't stick around
my soul is on the run
A rolling stone gathers no moss
A wandering heart suffers no loss
The loneliness of tomorrow
eased by that beauty of yesterday
Got that bug to travel
being free and on my way
Don't want to be trouble
Don't want to belong
Don't want to settle down
I need to keep moving on
The world is big
time is short
I keep rolling rolling rolling along
No use clinging to me
No use remembering my name
No use starting to love me
I'm just playing a game
Tonight you hold me sweet and tight
but I'll be long gone before daylight
Don't want to love you
just looking for fun
Can't stick around
my soul as on the run
A rolling stone gathers no moss
A wandering heart suffers no loss...
Because you are delicious of chocolate taste
I love you like a fat kid loves cake.
Because you are my deepest desire
I love the way your kisses start fire
Even when we disagree
I love the way you come to me
Rolling along like the deep blue sea
Sucking me in calm caressing my feet
It is the way you say my name
Soft or hard but always the same
Kinetic energy bubbling my brain
Loving you is pleasure loving you through pain.
When time comes and I pass
Before or after you our love will last.
10/21/2021
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SPONSOR EVE ROPER
I found a skull the other day
Was it human? I think no way.
Twenty-two bones, and all of them say
Come on down, honey, we want to play.
It was a merry skull, truly gay.
Rolling along the South Side Bay
In life he told me he was Big Jay
I frankly did not know what to say
Because he was a talkative gray
He told me stories, sure did. Okay?
I found him on the east highway
Decided to keep him, this skull named Jay.
Embraced
Your Dream Catchers
Have been tattooed on our culture
They Grace our hides
Our windows
And our rear view mirrors
Protecting us
Shielding us
Defining us
Circles
Web woven
Sinew sewn
Brandishing
Your Eagle's feathers
Rolling along
With the nightmare
In the mirror
Fading in the distance
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