easter

every easter
every easter
every easter
i walk through the flowered fields
of my memory
i walk with my mothers
sunny
wide brimmed hat
and pretty dresses
i walk with my hand in
my fathers french cuffed
lucky strike
hand
i walk with my brothers
chatter and mirth
the smells of perfume
cologne, bakery and incence
i walk with the color and warmth
of kentucky spring
in the safty
and shelter
of my family
and
my church
where god was kind
where god was easy
where god was innocent
where god cared
where everything
was beautiful
sweet smelling
fresh
alive
filled with
laughter
we knew no future then
or pain
dissappointment
worry
or shame
it was
and is
in my memory
the easy memory of
mass,
smiles
hope
dreaming
kindness
refuge
and
love
how those days
long gone
will always
be

easter time
my time
for re-thinking
re-arrangeing
re-aligning
re-evaluating
re-inventing
re-tooling
re-membering
re-hearing
re-defining
re-laxiing
re-solving
re-kindling
re-lieving
re-pairing
re-newing
re-storing
re-vitilizing
re-suscitating
re-freshing
re-viving
re-animating
re-conditioning
re-juvination
re-surrecting
and
of course
the gift of
my children
always
re taking
my heart
and
the new growing
love
of my ever present
companion, lover
friend and more than
wife

song

i can feel you there
easing through the softest trees
nourish me my love

trust

every morning here at home
the tv shouts today show on
coffee brewing daily wonder
snowing hard going under

can't get past this seven meter
or the ryme that seems to keep her
sitting here avoiding worry
money now is in my slurry

work i love is now appearing
ending gloom in this new yearing
jesus says to turn it over
if you're irish four leaf clover

whatever works i guess i'll keep it
better this than loss of sleep shit
so i'll go and buy some land
knowing there's a healing hand

for all of us who take some risks
we fight with faith and not with fists
day to day i live my life
in my house with my new wife

knowing i'm protected here
trusting fate with no real fear
time for me to say good bye
just a poem floating by

spring

ladadee lada dum

will the spring ever come
the daffodils think
the crocusus blink
and the winter is still not done
the robins are here
the flycatchers near
the horses are shedding
the bears are done bedding
and the snow she just keeps on a coming
the scientists say
that these are the days
that the global is doing it's warming
but you can't tell by me
or the ice in the trees
cause the winter it keeps on a running
i just don't know
i'm tired of the snow
and the freezing
the chilling most mornings
i'd rather be where
there's warm in the air
and the birds are all singing at dawning

long bad movie

bruce willis should chill us we've known him so long it's true

he fights for the poor the downtrodden the weak and the lost

he makes us feel that our lives are worthless and blue

if he can't do the rescue then we pay the ultimate cost

i saw his new movie expecting his sensitive self

to inspire me to always be humble and quietly strong

when i am in trouble the payback will always be dealt

by bruce willis my hero the man who will right all the wrong

and what did i see but a paunchy and self loving fool

who showed us how phoney dillusioned an actor can be

by making his relatives amatures and he an old tool

who can't cut the mustard so blind he can no longer see

i hoped it'd be better but alas i was so very wrong

the movie was like being trapped in an out house too long

saturday

saturday saturday

the everything that matters day

wedding day friendship day

celebrating life a day

singing day dancing day

everybody loving day

spirit day happy day

ending of my worry day

easy day breezy day

leaping flying laughing day

happy day joyous day

at last at last at restful day

you my day me your day

we are one forever day

today

today i'm thinking of my mother

all those who've gone before

aunts and uncles father nephew

all at my hearts door

how i miss them all this morning

as into my aging soul i gaze

how they touched me every one

how the helped me on my way

i know that years from now i'll join them

along with those i never knew

and those i love will be there with me

in that ever giving living brew

how i miss their gentle voices

in the easy southern evenings

the porch swings sweetly creaking

softly talking of their day things

oh those days when all was safety

lying on my mothers breast

hearing all that moved inside her

a symphony of that refuges rest

oh my life has been so noisy

filled with failed ambitions voice

running hard from all who left me

out of safety comforts choice

far from where i fell

from heavens lifelike gift

i sit here with a newish life

an engame and a risk

love has found me here at last

with guides that i have known

lending me their gracefilled hands

at last i have a home

but still i long for voices there

for gentle soothing hands

of those i loved so long ago

in that great distant land

the state of man

the state of man is this and this alone
afraid we are of everything in sight
afraid right to the marrow of our bones
afraid that what we're doing isn't right
we're so afraid that what we do is wrong
that we make rules for all so we'll feel better
we go to war so we can prove were strong
and make the guiltless follow to the letter
fear is all that rules us through the day
we kill the very earth that just supports us
we take we take just don't get in our way
our fear reduces everything to dust
love is there but fear stands in it's path
ignoring love we prefer fears deep wrath

renewal

here we go again again this time is speeding by

today i more than recognize

today has never been

my life has had it's moments wonder

magic, love, and bliss

i have climbed the mountains high

felt the oceans kiss

i have walked the emerald forests

breathed the desert air

wondered at the eagle in her towering lair

i have looked inside me pleaded with the gods

known the flowing rivers

breathed the birthing sod

i have watched my children born

felt the angry wind

lain on my back with lovers

indulged in every sin

i have watched my gardens age

underneath the moon

seem my loved ones pass away

while others grow and bloom

i have traveled far from home

never to return

seen the awfulness of war

while few if ever learn

i have known the softness of voices singing verse

watched as healing hands

have lifted fevers curse

i have searched for answers

with my aging art

and found them in the innocence

of childhoods beating heart

of all the things i've known and read

of all the life of life

the home i've found, at last can rest

with you

yes you

my wife.........

come on now

come on now i'm waiting for you
you are right in front of me
in my peripheral vision
just out of reach
just there

come on now i know you're there
i can feel you
all around me like the air i breath
i don't see you
yet
i live because of you
energy
non stuff
uninterruptedly
untouchable
invisible

beautiful

is my time here

always

am i

forever

recyclable

?

i'm the one

it seems to me that right before me i am

watching human nature at it's worse

treating all the symtoms not the problem

looking at the surface as the curse

it seems to me as if mankind is crazy

wanting instant cures for all their ills

like a burger hot right now we're lazy

thinking deep disease is cured right now with pills

i look inside my self for all the answers

i know that what i see just can't be true

if i could only change the way i see things

everything around would seem less blue

all of truth lies some where deep inside

where all the wise men say great ease resides

Spring

rumbling here and there the wind blows

pushing toward the light from winter snowbound silence

smiling life giving me one more season

Wishes Don't Wash Dishes

hope as dope

it gives faith in all mankind you see

that the darkest times are not behind

that hope is not a thing to have at all

that the one bad thing we have is called the mind

the mind is natures trickster don't you see

it makes us think we know for sure whats there

when all that's really there is what's imagined

mostly phantom visions everywhere

hope is something way out in the future

not what's here inside the now and here

so I make the things that are before me

like an artists canvas painted there

when my world knows what is truly missed

all wars will end with what i know as "This"

At the Head of my Head 

Darn it Anyway

Darn it
I can't reform it
or conform it or even warn it
I can't blame it
shame it rename it
or frame it
I can't eat it
beat it meet it or treat it
I can't fool it
rule it
tool it or cool it
I can't feed it weed it
lead it or seed it
I can't do it
stew it
rue it or sue it
I can't see it
pee it
tree it or be it
I can't show it
grow it
throw it or mow it
I can't kill it
bill it
thrill it or still it
I can't shoot it
boot it
loot it or strew it
I can't fry it
try it
buy it or ply it
I can't soak it poke it
joke it
or dope it
I can't like it
mike it
bike it or pike it

What is it? What?
I have no idea....

ok now

not hung over

feeling good

can't complain

everything good

lots of friends

wonderment snow

lots of food

not much dough

healthy children

warmth at home

life is magic

not alone

la da dee

la da dum

dingy dong

all night long

happy camper

loaf of bread

sure am glad

i am not dead

peanut butter

on my jelly

glass of milk

in my belly

i'm not fat

skinny either

feel just right

got no fever

now i'll go

walk my doggie

look around

for my froggie

spring is here

i dont care

ten below

in my hair

pretend it warm

in my bermudas

flip flops on

just like the buddah

Waiting for the night for our marriage in real De Catorce at 10,000 Feet 

Lora Lee and Leo 3/5/05 

maples

maples showing red the syrup flows

sunny skies on top the winter snows reveal a message

i am part of seasons going by

buddahs

there's a little bit of something going on

underneath the way below the earth

under all the traffic flowing run

down inside the quiet were there's birth

i feel it in these ever aging bones

returning to the place where i began

where all the stuff and worry finally roams

to join with all the follies made by man

it's not as if i have a morbid longing

i just feel an undertow, a plan

that heals the wars the sentances the wronging

the judgement we all hoist upon the damned

just a little heavy thought to ponder

as into another day i wander

mourning at seven

this morning at seven the monday begins

the winter is holding its own

covering history all of it's sins

forgiving again what he's done

the wind blows out of the heavens

the earth moves under his feet

the old man writes with his ball point pen

refusing to know he's complete

his musical notes make him wonder

if his life had it's gloryfull season

now the cold hangs it's distant thunder

he's losing his mind and his reason

he plays on into the evening

he plays on into the night

he plays on with his soul and his meaning

he plays on to extinguish his fright

so the winter will go away again

and the spring will eternally rise

his music will last till the very last frame

making song in the old mans eyes

his children hold on to his legacy

his love has left him alone

his mind drifts out to the open "E"

and he 's chilled to his longing bones

the winter is filled with memory

it clings like a frost to his heart

if only he could get back his reverie

if only he get one more start

the spring will come again my friend

your life will be renewed

with this poem a prayer I send

that the spring in your heart will move

Loud Night

walked a cloud last night and lived my friends

singing playing drinking smoking laughter always laughter

loud night gentle sleep morning

Poem Of the Night this Day

as this day is leaving and i choose
my blog and all the stuff i'll enter here
I may or may not be a man of booze
and sometime i'll be filled with hard earned cheer

pay no attention if that's all i am
but know that i'll work dirty cause it's me
or I'll be clean for all the moms and dads
sweet I am or stupid happy mean

give me time it's not an easy do
for all who watch me sitting in this room
I'll do my best to make no sense or choose
to raise my flag up on this newish boom

like it love it hate it I don't care
it's something i'm just throwing in your air