My eyes have seen you, seen you on the scene, nothing about you obscene, mean - my eyes can or may between

 Pray tell, are you any of the above, what lies beneath

Your skin , is it nefarious to the core, do we have some

Los score ( s ) to settle, are we both up to this, enough

Mettle, enough to in this open old wounds and meddle?

What lies within you concerning me, what do you peddle?

You taking me upstream, like wild salmon I am swimming

Hard to spawn, I guess you know I will die in my struggle

So to carry your unlawful contraband upset you not in

The least, I am a mere beast but here to bring my butt and

Bring up whatever you wish to sell, to have others like

Me peddle, and, what’s worse, I beat all the burden for

Your gains while I endure such excruciating n pains to 

Of me drain all resistance all my life’s forces for only

To arrive at your personal gains and giving you more

Unfair advantages to constantly use me to suit all that

Suits you fine and yet never ever earns me one suit

That I may call my own dressed in the finest shreds 

As if in fact I am only not much more than walking 

dead!

Wish I had a prettier story for you in bed to be read!

I feel serious, seriously like I have something’s to add, that I must contribute, make any difference I can and May, as that will make a difference

 The difference may only be to me, it might

That I will be the recipient more than anyone

Else, I do hope it makes a difference, a positive

One at that? That would be my ideal, really, that

Would make my day, my night, my total being so

Much connected to life , I am so in tune with my

Surroundings outside but to others I feel like we

Are mostly like ships or sailboats passing each

Other at a distance tooting our horns at one 

Another , brief acknowledgements of the other

With little commitments , if any at all, today

Much like texting one another , mad when we

Do not hear back but much too lazy to dial

Or tap in their number and talk screen to screen

Still separated yet connected , yes protected 

As we fear intimacy and simple contact b cause

We never know what that might bring, Andy

Alone, aloner now more than ever before, we

Grow more-er out of practicer than everer Be-

Fore fearing more and more with our retracting

And fewerer actions than everer before 4 shore!

My message here still is that I love being soooo

Aaaahhhhhhh very merry not contrary ALIVE

Let’s bring all our TRIBES together , compro-

Mises en scene on stage, but no more BRIBES!

I’ just a tryin’ am I so very invested in connecting

In all the right ways, let’s try all over one another

Again a gain our gains through our pleasures our

Pains working hard to find ground we hold in common

Using our might common sense of our our senses

That are not so common as one would gather from

Our examples at resolving our issues that have

Festered for way too long in our stupid resolves

To become even harder than rocks and buried

Bones that should be left to rest in peace as we

Finally manage to our pieces pick up and mend.

07 or 70 makes no matter, everything in between, too, whether the seven days of the week, the seven deadlyvZins as in Zinfandels, infidels, angels

Or the 7 deadly sins, I have to think which

They are? I do not consciously think about

Them when awake but they are there just as

Now I am 70 and so aware actively in my

Head of so many wrongs , so fewer rights

Even those few are constantly being chipped

Away at systematically by the few to stand

To gain while we are reduced to kneeling

And groveling for the pittance of scraps thrown

Down to us when it suits the sick humor of

Those monster few out there that would be

Demagogs , dictators selfish bastards - worse! 

But I chose to now do all I can to be heard, seen

Counted and no longer unconciouslyherded! E-

Nuf of that dastardly shit from those greedy power-

Malicious soles out there ( they sold their souls

Years ago ) and are now left with only soles to

Piund their chests and pavements as they are all

Afraid to tread on soil and plains, meadows and

Fields afraid to be bit by tge serpents that now

Own their very souls, the only good once they

Could have called their own before falling from

Any grace they might have even known to total

Disgrace no longer a part of our humanity - grace.

Sole soul soles sauntering slithering , sunning, soaking , sexting , sexy salesman salacious salutations

 

Marching along with one sole mission? Does this 

Soul have any idea, going through the motions

Being swept up and along by forces outside of

Itself, calling tge shots, serving up shots of

Whiskey or rye or gin or maybe vodka?

One soul is feeling so vulnerable, their vulva

Calling out to be sheltered away from harm

Safe from advances unwanted unannounced 

To so sudden on it pounce pound piston piss

On piss off, what a prick thing to do to say

No respect, no human decency, simply animal

Ferocity , carnal appetite where this pour soul

Was walking along running their soles thread

Bear like so many tires burning and shreading 

Whereas this innocent soul just wanted to be

Left alone to not be a target another sad victim

Solitary steady surfing on waves of my own making, it’s mostly that in a nut shell, shelling out reactions mine to being effected, effected, touched, tested, teased , torpedoed, s much mo

 To define my process of processing my interactions is

A constant motion of observing, sensing, feeling, fielding 

I wish I could be more specific as it benefits me to know

The ways in which I respond, draw, hum, chant, paint, dab

Yeah, I dab and dabble, scrabble the world rabble of happen-

Ings so constant that there is no way to grapple with it all

Eat and apple, the small ones you bite into and they crunch,

Those do the trick, gives me some energy and the moments

Of all those sounds ,those moanments pregnant with means

Meanings melting , munching, melding, melodiferous me’s

You’d, us’s, all of mankind moving at such a fast trot that

We silence the others out so intent are we to get along and

Sing, chan5,hum, strum, snapour songs with our fingers!

To defy, to define, definition? To be defined, or not? Whose definition? Who is truly defined one way or another? Do we generally as a group defy definitions?!?

We should all just be children once again, get our true herrings!

 Does any of this really matter? Have we set ourselves up to be 

Defined or counted ? Do any of really care, how many of us

Have noticed what is going on right around us, or are we simple

Simply steered away from any of this, these moments when our

Personal light bulbs inside our heads goes off any many things,

Maybe just one thing, becomes what our parents wanted? 

 so much clearer? Is that what society intended, are we all just

Programs in one Big Program that we are all not supposed to

Know about? Is religion a programmer? Has religion changed 

It’s ways? Has religion gone off its track? Seems like so many

Things have been derailed , are constantly derailing!?! We are

In one big grand Chess Set aren’t we ,pawns  knights, kings,

Horses, Queen,   King?Too many chiefs I say and not enough

Indians ! We need more free Indians and people to be truly free!

Gas bubble in my left eye, getting smaller all the while I see a small pool there at my bottom left eye that jiggles, it wiggles, like a black rimmed gray wine in a glass, I have never sipped such a color!

 Life works in magical ways, all the eyes are able to see

All the cold our toes sense even socked in winter’s

Cold and damp as Snow White melts and the browns

Of fallen leaves and limbs start to surface once again

The rays of sun today blocked on Hump Day that marker

Mid week for some, coitus for many , both really for all

We want to ball one another and forget our concerns,

Many that should not concern us at all, a world of them

That should as our earth unravels, comes undone at its

Seams, seems so cruel, so stupid, so senseless, in a

Time when all our senses should have served us well

Disrupted by those few entrepreneurs that would just

For their own sakes rob us blind, cold, naked, homeless

Penniless, starving for our next meal and pay check to

Barely survive at all such pitiful subsistence that’s all.

Northern, southern, western, eastern, what ex X pose ure ( yours, theirs mine, ours? ) have you exposed yourself to? For us it has been Northern Exposure, you know, you got or get it!?! The tv series with Joeland Maggie and Chris, Ed, Marilyn, Howling, Shelley, Maurice, Ruth Ann, Jules, Rick, Dave, Bernard, Adam and Elaine and Adam’s wife … but it does not stop there, greater implications in all of this!

 

Yes, the show is brilliant!I love it so, it speaks volumes

To me and to my wife, and it talks of life stripped to its

Essence, not the trappings and wrappings around us that

Do nothing but distract us from really keeping alive that

Bound between it and us, our ‘ life line’, remember that

Show? I like the idea, if in quicksand that we did not expect 

We need a ‘ life line ‘ to survive. And each character in the

Show is a life line to each and every one of us, showing us

Who wears, parts of us, parts of the fabrics of our true beings!

I love that, I relate, I respond, I lather myself up thoroughly in

These characters, like with Do soap, they all answer questions

I pose myself with their honesty and sincerity, all except Maurice,

And Joel, both jaded and being reborn or made to see the beauty

In the wonderful, open, loving, accepting gifts of life and feeling 

Blessed and truly, fully alive. Jung and Freud and Native American 

Ingenuity and common sense and turning to our natural instincts.

Almost that hour to bewitch to bewitched, to be tongue - tied , the moment your serpent inside, a primality brute-reality Animal-voracious meat-thirsty animal, untamed, named, blamed, unrefrained surfs outside the internet in real time, alone - together, damned, gosh-darn, in any MF weather! ITwill not be restrained!

Be sensible, be a gentleman or a gentlewoman,

BE not a monster!

Be honorable

Court your special one

Wine and dine them

In a beautiful setting

Be respectful , responsible 

Be happy that they are in your life

Joel talked about this struggle on Northern Exposure!

He put it brilliantly his flirting in his body w/ Maggie!

We are better than just our raw untamed flamed animal

Selves so totally out of control counting on our brut

Strengths to control any and all that cross us or stop

Us from taking what we want, even if only for that

Moment, we will conquer all, take whatever we want

Not be stopped, for we are men, we are strong, we

Are powerful, we are n ver wrong, we have every

Right to take whatever we want, damned right we 

Will, too, do exactly as we please, if it pleases us

Pleasures us, too bad for the consequences, those

Are not any of our concerns, we are men with needs

 AWFUL, unconscionable, unpardonable, wrong!

This acting and thinking like this must STOP Now!

We are most certainly, definitely in THE WRONG!

 Joni talked about it, Bob talked about it - reckless. Idiot, 

Jesse repeated the darkness twice, Glennon spoke it, too

Untamed, I feel, I live, love, laugh, long for it all, as well

Nakedness is a most, so tribal so fire-dancing circular

In spiritual protection, love and respect and admiration

For elders and ancestors, as well as the urge to fight be

A fighter a warrior, a conqueror, a savior, a hero, and

For some, just to get off, to lead the brigade, to save

Our race, to be the one to fight for the woman or the

Man, how he/ home she/ her and all the rest, to be

Successful in taking our loads off our balls and breasts

We are animals, we are wild, we are so easily controlled

We are so ready at the drop of wink or unbutton of blouse

Or sway or bent, bending as our minds see an invitation

And suddenly stop to think that No is No and take nothing

But Yes as we butt heads to and give head and have our

Unwelcome ways in ways that last forever and happen

In such fleeting mad impulsive animal ferocious manners!

We must learn to stop these most unceremonious horrible

Advance of using our strengths to overpower weaknesses!

I’m working as my very life depended on it!nreally ! No joke! No fakery! No hidden agenda, I am on call, my very own style of ‘ on call ‘, call me, myself, I any time I feel or need or reach that sudden urge to myself of thoughts, feeling, inspirations,nthem purge!

 

That is my surge, that is my wave , a #brainwave #braincall

#braintohandtopapertoiPad call, #amust #doitnow #beforeI-

Forget #thatblast #thatstash #tgatmashofbrainlights #mindfarts 

I am sooooooo very ON CALL, call me any time, my lines

Those paths, #wavelengthsGoingToAnyLengths to be of use

To be channeled, paneled packed, picked, perked, pis toned

Perfumed, THERE HERE wherever, whenever inspiration 

Of any sort, any color any form, any persuasion, race, religion

Nationality pilgrim#spirit #pilgrimstruggle #size #anyperson

#anyidea as long as it does not hurt another, I am a loving

#hopetoalwaysbeagoodexample to any living thing present

Or in tune with me, on my brain wave, on this grand planet!

I have no limits, I speak as I am, I speak for myself, I do not have to join a group to speak or do as they do, I am my own man and realize I do not follow the ESTABLISHED rules because I do not like how those rules are limiting, prejudicial, offensive, crippling, more!

 

Hug a cat or cats if that is all you do in a day!

So be it! Whatever the it you follow or subscribe to

Why must anyone ever follow, why must we keep up

With those if we are on the same path? Maybe we

Stop along the way to absorb things not interesting

To others? I must be true to myself, no offense in-

Tended, just live and let live, that is the key, my 

Mantra, my way, my say, my cray as in crave as

In ‘ that’s totally okay! “ stay and play, enjoy a

State of dismay, don’t even bother with a tray,

Just carry what you can with your two hands and

Make due, whatever it is, you can always add lib 

That lib-ation is there waiting and ready for you

For us, maybe a baguette or a ficelle, aussi, on

Verra, vamos a ver! That is the excitement, that

Is the icing on the cake, the thought of kissing

Before you kiss, picking a flower and handing

It a loved one before you do, the thought of

The joy in getting to a certain point, all grand.

But do not label me or distance me because I

Am moving onto something you are not familiar

With, do not feel discomfort or any judgement

From me because I am being me, you be you,

You let me be me, accept and love and encourage

Me, I encourage you and even more openly salute

Embrace, hug, kiss butt butts with you, glory be

Four moons butting butts, nakedly preferable yeah

Under one big great shining moon above blessing

And not judging or guilting or even messing us!

Let us toast to one another, then boost and boast , too

About the other, about us, about them, about we , yes!

I am singing the songs in me, out of key, out of tune, so I am relying on the words I write, may they hold, May they make us soar!

 

I 

usually paint my words with colors 

of acrylics, oil and regular pastels, waters 

with colors that dry, torn pieces, jagged

Fragments, quickly cut, ripped, stuck, glued

Pasted ,sometimes quick , like pasties , likes

Shields, like the forms and shapes, their textures

And patterns become my vessels of communication,

My ways to inform, my ways to express, my manners

To stay sane, healthy and normal in unnormal unnatural 

Unhuman almost certainly not nice, nowhere tender

Times, more aggressive and antagonistic, fender-bender

Times, SO :; if not gardening with my body serving as

Conduit between earth and sky, with both feeding into

Me at the very same time, then I am often writing here

On my I pad my I space my I virgin canvas that which 

A child sees and feels and positively relates to without

Help from an internet and gadgets that rob him or her 

Of actual experiences, those that enrich us to our cores

Using watercolors or acrylics , often oil pastels too , to

Capture the intensities, the fires and flames, the energy

The actions-innate primate that Society does so sublimate!

I have my mate, still together now to this very date!

Never ever, for any of us too late, go for it, do it update!