Night time phone call

Positive greetings
A manner of instinct
Wealth and prosperity
A glass of water in the night.

Chains never bind the meritorious

Withdrawn favor with the leaking of dignity

Universities refine the honorable

Simpletons fall out

Fools tidy their own ego

Tea cups never pass automobile inspections

Hands across America

How does the jagged edge play ball?

Heaven never pays rent

Teeth come out. Men do well with a candle stick. But the candle always has a man who wants to cut it off.

Killing time

Oats hate honey
But only if the friends lie

Take one and call me in the morning

Sea shells are planned
The energy canned
The lime a clean shake
The wine a clean bake
But the doors are all conscripted
The eaves well transcripted

And I will go home to be silenced again

Eggs never break when you hold them gently

So they say friendship gets old

Right cost wrong pen

Thrice he was my friend
Twice he wrote me off

Once he dared me to spit

To date never did he return to deem his world a choice

Miss Frankenstein

She copes with her side
She flys with her hide
Want a cookie?
She can be your ride

But mistake her for sadness
And miss her grin
You have dashed wisdom

Heaven does love One

And America dines with daffodils too

Sin friends her passion

See the dress
Love the speech
Notice the song
Cry for the few

Sailing faith

Hulls ignite
Sails see
Rudders spend
Damnation seeks a heart

A poem singing to distance

Twilight again
A wish and a eve
Roosters crow
The lights go out
Majesty ignites
Marriage saps
Reason plays
Trust dies
Wealth lies
Distance ensues

Starvation in the coffee house

A find
A rind
The wind
We swim

But real methods
Sing the blues

Its too damn decky in here!

Fields never meet

Lenses never laugh

Stead of one

Maxim in return
The seat of neon
A wick of freedom
The awe of God

The sonnet becries
The world decries
And the writer of poetry
Hands his pen to the next generation

(Jungle Gym Sin)

Jungle gyms are for fun
The world is a gun

To be a faint man of success
You have to look your best

But the world is not your oyster
And the kids are not to be your delight

The last one to swing
Is the first one to fight

But the world is classified at best
You are always stuck with all the rest

And the kids of tomorrow will choose their sides
Are the wide or are they large?

So the winner of the day is always a fix
The world is never the kiss of the mix

So be good and take a side
Are you a Democrat or do you Slide

So the world can fix its problems
And the kids on the jungle Gym

Will require that there is a fitness
That will transcend the days

You are your own
And me as a poet

I will make the beer

Town and Dollar

So they love the space cadet
The one who is going to the moon

The world is here for today
Your needs will be met soon

But what of the party at the steak knife parade

What of the farmer in the heaven of the trade?

So the world is not your lobster trap

But the world can still be here for your
Meal of spaghetti
Meatballs added by the other folks on the corner.

To Republican bias

So you are an extreme
I am here to be mean
You are well to be a man
I am happy to be a soul
You have the future in your own two hands
Your way of life is such that you dwell safely
But your lies are such that you hate the world of life
And your nastiness will live on in your homes and your chalice of fraud.

Variable Soaps

Study the grave
Work the knave

A bullet for the camera
The glue for two particles

Code of the sub dignant

Try your bass
Love your face
Have an ace
You'll never erase

Ratchets love your help
Watches see your yelp
The bad man is never around
Your incapacity is the new fullness

Hearing the zeros

So the lamp
On your lap struck noon
And the camp in you blood
Out of tune

But what of the chocolate bar
That you used to get a crunch
Of the dangerous
And the living

To the salt shaker

You seem so wax
Your might is lax
But the situation you did not like
You fought it with all your blight

So silence still
They will all take your pill
And refer to you at large
You know you are no barge

But life emits
Trust to the ships
And the blandness of our dreams
Is not your reality

He said he was my friend

He said he was my friend
He would know me to the end
But he offered me no glove
When I walked into the baseball diamond

Bold lies, a bold sigh, a bold try, a bold sky, bold tries and hold flies

Trust in the Lord.

His favorite color was orange

Limelight in the abyss
Stages for his very kiss
Language of the coal mine
Hands of a clothes line

He writhes and spits
Lye is on his lips
But soil on his cap
He rarely looks back

For Michael Moore

Stunning the dream

Test the candy store in your soul
Watch out for the fruit good bowl
But with G-d above
You can resume that which you love
And find a tree that is planted in your esteem
To grow happy and free.

Rivets for the canopy of secrets

I see you are a mess
Yet you love to be your best
You have a place to go
They will let you be in the show

So be good in your day
I see you might stay
To be a kid of the future's lust
Your name is a spoon of plenty
The way of you seemingly to you just

So good for you if you are sinning
You will go to synagogue or church to be winning
The answer is in clean sight
Your prayer is the delight

So be a fine little world
Your secrets will never be told
Your enemies not in their highest tree
You have it all on your knee

Towns have clowns too

So you liked your dog
And you loved your log
You spat at the shells
Of the ears on your mind

But the world is not your ship
And you are really mostly a blip
When it comes to your thoughts
On the decency of tomorrow

Remaining anonymous

Fervor of one
A candy apple sun
To be the limit
The skys the doom

An abyss of payment
A grapple with the strangelove
The pie is the rave
The home is the grave

Victory never spits

So they say these days that hinges reunite with the variety of cloves.

She took the coin

We never liked her

He was picky

And noone called upon his respect

Weeping was her nose

Still a lie

Danky was his literacy

And he could not pull a bit

Short is his shovel

He broke it on his own temper

Rotton meat

You say I am unwell
I can not ring libertys bell
Icrush your desire
That fire you have grows higher

So give back my ships
And I will tear your cards
We had little merit
Your life was hard

So the French embarrassed us so
With libertys best show
That lady that visits the harbor great
She answers to your lake

And dignity was not at its best
I have you with the rest

The harbor is rarely clear
And wages go on for a year

Shelling liberty

Her name was planned
Her attack calibrated

Her lips were stone
Her care was hard

Gave them my worth
They shipped me out of town

Now every time I call
They take my liberty away

His horse was bigger than mine

Gone the good
Here the should
Away the wise
House the divide

You say there you belong
Me I must do wrong
So your merit laugh
When I show up for life

Keep me in chains
The slave is your game
Dolls are more polite
And your lamp never has a cord

Gop calipers

You said we'd all work
Our boats all in a row

The skys the limit
you should get the snow

But good is great
And buying for the few

You take him
And jaws will all be true

Registering as a Democrat

Two be two
True be true

A dawdle for the bend
Hope we will all mend

Three be three
Democrats are for me

Canning the snake

To the Tea Party I do exclaim
That your reasons are with disdain

Your heart is felt in the stronghold of the abyss
Is it those lips that you wish to give us a kiss

For your ways are unjust and tyranny speaks of your name
Your time is prolonged and my day is without blame

So to you I do say this in accord
That treason of your name is never to be understood.

More steak for me, less beans for you. (an Oade to Mitt)

Teaching the kids to be good in the head
I am killing the words of the good and the dead
The world is mine and yours it can not be
I am richer than you and I have your dad on my knee

So good for me that I am liked by only the rich
I delve into the soul, I am a real son of a snitch

But I am not sure I can win, you fancy that I am right
To dine with myself alone is my highest delight

Coded by his dignity

Such it would be
That he sampled
His wine
From his knee

The liberty bell rang twice

Stars and shadows
And gentrified heat

The day of glowing fields
The day of lovely flowers

Has escaped to the loss
For today it is

That guns and ammunition
Take us all to Mars

Tasting singularity

What of the urn of darkness
That plagues the land

What of the whistle of candidness
That suffuses pain in the hand

To tell the factual truth
Both have a good look

But really, who has time
To live
Under the microscope
Of a protoplasm of
Cognitive existence?

The crook and the safe

There was once a fine crook. His manhood was his look. He tried to sample the wares, he was really not too very there.

But when he found the safe; he guarded it like a ship.
A canceled check, a newly found lip.

So the safe was enlarged and the candle upon the table in marred. But the ship was to be blessed and the safe to be cracked.

So the moral of the story is that if you paint the town green, give it a fishbone and see what it may seem.

For the canceled check will be yours tomorrow and the heavens today;
But what about that nice little safe?

Hear the heart

Show me a football game and I will test your faith

Hand of sagging dread

You love thy rug
You love thy gown
Yet when its happy
You hate your town

You see through pictures
You see through delight
Why is it that everytime you yawn
You get the need to fight

So I walked on your rug
And I sat on your gown
Who would have discovered
Your station was going down

Meet the crooked monster

His hands were blue
His tie was red
His children say
Listen to what he said

But the coast is clear
He lost his rug
His happiness was an affront
For the villain of the day

So he taxed three banjos
And he closed his camera
And he jailed his mistress
The floor was his sleeve

But we looked away from his hat
And we skipped his foray
He mangles simplicity
And he broke them on his knee

So language forgot his name
And the call never to blame
For acid was on his teeth
A placid for his wreath

The man was a monster

Yads never coalesce

Yad that I see
You deem me well
I study with you my partner

What of the criminal who threw you

Wither thee wither teal

Trees of change
Never get to the heights
Of the sky

Spanking your everclear

Why do you walk in the day of atonement
And ask for a friend from the candy store
To be your little baby doll
So that you can try the pepsi of your dreams

And you scream to the children
"I am not a human being".

Yawning for the race

You worded it so fine
You didnt get your wine
You liked the Yard
You hated the gate

So easy does it for you
You sold your camera blue

You played your best way
They said a world needed May

And you called the sportscar
Against your safe gay canary

Riding his own scree

He capped his gown
He sold his rock
He asked for success
He found his best

Yet the answers didnt come
He kept sucking his thumb
Lamplights saw his freedom
And the home of the brave

He did not forgive

Book 2 of poetry released

Here is Childhood dreams

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Sonnets about the mice in the attic

I am just a little mouse
I have a little house
I live on my own at the behest of G-d

But one day I might walk
And continue to talk
And all might be well in the yard.

Noons envy

Surface of this mess
I think you are the best

You come and go as you please
The ill are never your sleeve

So make my soul braid hair
I know you want me there


This sleeve is more than grand
The will has never scanned

The document on my door
I liked some of them more

But liberty has a pen
And days come to an end

So if you like a good share
The physician your friend is certainly there

Hocus Pocus

I worked on the document at large
But the computer fried like a barge

The computer has its own glitches inside
I will never be the future if I hide

So I must say today that this is just
A computer must improve his or her own dust

The computer never gets far in life
For he never will have a wife

But the computer has no common sense
And only glitches remain in the brain of the dust

Or whatever trash pile it becomes for eternity.

Slice of life

Go brotherhood

The helping hand

Watching word

I know you exactly