They all say you'll come around
when you're just a little bit older,
when you've got some years
and wisdom behind you.

And they all say you'll come around,
in a matter of time,
and with a matter of understanding.

And I wonder if my father
ever thought the same of me?

I left when I was younger,
and I left when I was old,
and no,
I can never explain why
in a way that will ever make any kind of sense
to anyone but me.

scorcher day
humid mists
hub bub on Luck-Up
base
Snake Eyes
that bitch
she took two fifty hits
small arms
and thirty cali
crew chief says
'never say never'
I volunteer with the
bucket and rags
cause my uncle
was a priest
call me "Father Shimmy"
always got my gear polished
reminds me of the world
the bike under the parachute
of my father from
landing in Greece in the C-130
'join the marines..see the world'

The lady lived contentedly
within a castle by the sea
for time unending.
As daily she watched o'er the water,
she and her devoted daughter
household mending.

Her husband yet was lion-hearted
but from her side had not departed,
come what may.
Though others went to war for glory,
he knew too well the age old story;
how women pray.

A Radiant Light

First a beam then a great pulse in full force
We arose to the very notion of laughter in our course
A line being drawn in the sand when to understand
Shadows block the vast extremities between my eyes

Filter through the very notion of thought
We again lie helpless in our effort to endure the means
Strength comes from those that wait and have filled up faith
To be idle is a sin lest to know where I need to begin again

Words come quickly,
Then the flow is turned off.
The spirit dies slowly
As the visitors scoff.
It's hard to speak
When the words are wrong,
And friends disappear
At the sound of a gong.
You try forever to hear,
Think, say it right,
But the mind wanders on
And life is a blight.
Oh Life! Ha! What a joke.
It's all gone now. The mind is broke, broke, broke...

Two veins poetry Totally diverse
1.
A poet passed away

Very beautiful tribute
O poet
to a departed soul
We’ll also be gone soon
to the world we shall not leave
grief
but a boon
another one may be better
will be born soon

He only experimented
with his mind
maybe now someone
will go a step further

May be in heaven
he will only relax
Have no more vision of life
he will now perhaps
leave all notions behind
keep this dear poet
at the back of your mind

a rhythm succeeds
mutiny
taxing monotony
action towards
a sustenance of
fortune

Try to remember
comfort
finding none in a solitary
room
an animal pushing the
bar to an empty slot
mouth dry Pavlov response
loved the push on my
squealing wheel existance
beast of burden
hungering for the carrot
guilty when I feasted on
its sun dried ideal
angry for the chaffing
and missing the idle
lash

There’s a Bitch within me
You don’t want to see
If you cross her path
She’ll unmask her wrath
And be on her game
While causing you shame

BUT
You won’t know ‘tis she
When your car hits a tree
So you’ll miss the dog
Running towards a groundhog

You do miss the dog
But hit the groundhog
And it ends up dead
While you’ve bashed your head

A loving voice -
It reaches afar,
It plumbs the depths,
It shoots for a star.
At times it's tiny,
At times it's careful,
But more that this -
It's often prayerful.

An angry voice -
It goes far too,
It cracks like a whip
To lash friend, foe, and you.