I saw the miracle of stars that can sparkle light
Though the sun will burn and blind their bright,
I glimpsed the golden talent running in their veins
Taught in history the Manly dream is uncontained

stands of hearts felt as you lagged
when facing another penalty flag
Oh maroon and white you need to rise
Be the stars I know and steal the prize

It isn't easy when you chase the sun
But burn you must before you feel the run,
That feeling that grows before a game
As adrenaline pumps, it has no name

My lost Darling JULY CONTEST

I am still in school of thoughts
When to pull up my socks

when will she look at me?
when will I do what

perhaps a kiss
but the fatso there
alone at me does stare
how to avoid the black horn one
I am scared

so I leave the school from the back door
all are unaware
till I see another guy
kiss the one
for whom I my whole life
would lay bare

But alas he too
damn does care

Who is she to me
Oh my Delaware!
of that rascal be aware

Credo

As someone born in this great land
it’s time to rise and take a stand
tell one and all just how I feel
about the things I know are real

you cannot kill what does not die
and faith in God is not a lie
Democracy is not a crutch
America was built on such

Like an apostrophe in neon
the eyes falter
Like flatfoot fallout
the machine hands slip quiet
the birds light up from alley with song

breathe deep the thick mucous air
of stains vehicular clouds
the vibrant splits in the old skin of
the road
Muttons on special at the Deli
brown bag runners
and mumbling Jones on a jag

Petite, what a voyeurs appetite

She was absolutely petite
without a waist O what a sight!
a white, fair pink skin
and lips were slight
she was a voyeur’s appetite!
O what a lovely sight

her skirt slit apart her deep legs
but made of pure Cashmere silk
one could view with in everything!

Oh what a delicious sight
the hair brown
overshadowed her astonishing frown
she looked me in the eye
they say never an American in her eye stare
but I did not care

Chapter 1 - The Netherworld

With trepidation, walking streets,
I'm trapped within a nightmare world.
Forever damned, doomed to repeat
these cursed hours where I've been hurled.

The science of my day provides
a holiday of difference -
to travel back, for a while abide
and share some moments of another's existence.
The host's unaware of the soul
who shares her mind, muscle and nerve;
the traveller, she has no control,
but simply able to observe.

shoots of envy thrust
through dreams
like birches in white moon
stands
Like hot v-eights purring
Eyes in shadow shinning
the hunger
the denial
the lust

music ebbs
the smoke careful
finds its way
to the sky
like tortured spirits
ever mending
ever wending

time

shift the shifter
depress the pedal
feel the power
the need
the Oracle of Dreams
like a genie
calling
the madness of
the drug
The Love
The Hate

To live to die

It’s sad and so sad
that I recollect the accident I had
I was dead for five minutes
how I returned heaven knows

God was well within....

twas written

and

many years have lapsed

I still live

and

tell each one

Live today

as if you will die the next day

and in yourself believe

as you learn not to grieve

for long you may live still.....