You’ll know why

There’s a dog barking in a tree
Somewhere over there
A cat walking upright
One dog and two catfish
Swimming through the air
At this point
I no longer care
What you see
Isn’t always there
It’s when you see it
You should care
If you’ve never
Ever seen
A whale
How can you
Hear
One cry
But if you have
Seen
A whale
Then you’ll
Know
What I mean
And why.

Life is useless from beginning to end
With spasms and pain it begins
With pain and spasms it ends
Nothing more than a hot flash
in cold, cold world
Life is useless from beginning to end
Let us save our breath
For what is breath after all
But the beginning and the end
For breath delivers our first cry
And steals our last word
Life is useless from beginning to end
I can't move or feel my body
I don't remember a single thing
What am I doing in this place
I can't remember how I got here
Or the reason that I came
Am I alone once again
Where has everyone gone
Was anyone here at all
What is the message
Do I react or pretend
Life is useless from beginning to end

TRICK OR TREAT

Trick or Treat
SMELL MY FEET
OR GIVE ME
SOMETHING SWEET
TO EAT

Hard candies

Licorice

Jujubes

Rotten eggs

Popcorn in Baggies

Peanuts too

Eat more

Poop in a bag ablaze

Gumballs

Gum sticks

Gumball suckers

Water balloons

Peppermint gum

Double mint gum

Spearmint gum

Smashed pumpkins

Chips

Cheezies

Smarties

Soaped up windows

Toffee

Carmel’s

Popeye cigarettes

Stink bomb

M & M candies

Malteser’s

Sour suckers

Toilet paper wrapping

Wine drops

Marshmallows

Malted milk bar

Nicky, Nicky nine door

Chocolate bars

Sweetarts

Tootsie rolls

Smell my feet

Trick or treat?

HALLOWEEN

As autumn crispness fills the air

For a night of haunting they all prepare

Their costumes completed with detail and care

From gruesome masks to weird looking hair

As leaves whirl around them out in the street

They walk as though on air, as they shuffle their feet

You’ll find Superman, Batman and Ninja Turtles too

Count Dracula, Frankenstein and Mutated Animals escaped from the zoo

When they knock at the door you’re not quite sure what to do

But then in a flash it all comes back to you

You reach in the bowl filled with candies, by the stair

Each gets a handful, equal and fair

Not overlooking the little one, way over there

As a hundred tiny thank-you’s whisper through the air

Halloween is upon us, that dark scary night

When kids rule the town and give grown-ups a fright.

Seasons Change

Sprite pace of wind draws clouds in from the west

Birds fly off in silence aware of the test

Leaves placed all around by autumns roughhewn care

Crisp and brittle now that winter’s in the air

They augment the darkness and shadows disappear

Squirrels scurry gathering nuts as inclemency draws near

Mother Nature waits on no one when she brings a change about

She quickly brings the winter in and pushes autumn out.

Everything and nothing

Love is everything and nothing at all
Love is wholesome and predictable
Love is to the heart like pain is to a fall
Love is right and love is strong
Love is blind and love is wrong
Love is pure and concentrated
Love is shit and constipated
Love is in the air
Love is here and there
Nowhere to be found
Love is unfair
Love moves hearts and souls
It rolls like a wheel
Love is invisible
Odourless and tasteless
Not something you can feel
Unbelievable at times
Love can be surreal
Love is you
Love is me
Love is everything
All we think, do and see
Love is everything and nothing at all

The Messenger

If I could fly
I’d fly away
I’d fly away
today
Fly away
Only to return
Only on the day
That I can return
With the word

The word to be heard

and a message I bring
You will judge me
crown me king
Make an example of me
Use me

Like so many before

But remember that

when you kill the messenger

he speaks even more

If I had the nerve

I’d just close the door
lock the gate
on this episode of my life
But every day I struggle
and the strife
is worse than the day before
A tongue-tied witness

unable to speak

wants to speak so much more

I didn't ask to be picked

I don't want to do this anymore

My fatal attraction

is what I believe

and the message I bring

It’s for these words I must die

If I could, I’d go home

I’d meditate

Turn to stone

If I could fly

I’d fly far away

I’d fly far  away from my home

Only returning

With the word

The word you may have already heard

Will you judge me again

recrown the king

long may he reign

Make an example of me

Use me

Like you did before

Remember

when you kill the messenger

he speaks even more

I close my eyes

I wish, I hope
and I pray
That this would go away
If I had the nerve
I’d just close the door
lock the gate
But every day
Is worse than the day before
A tongue-tied witness
unable to speak
wants to speak so much more
My fatal attraction
is what I believe
it’s why I must die
it's why I must leave
I can't do this anymore.

Death is a Gift

Most people don’t

Think the way I do

To me death is a gift

No longer living

In pointless pain

By choosing death

I’m in control again

Able to let loose the darkness

Gathered deep in my heart
I travelled back in time
to the innocence at the start

Simple enough it seems

To let your fortunes go

One by one as they slip away
Your feelings begin to show
Stripped bare of all material things

Without any cares or concerns

Remember me as the one
Who loved you with all his heart

Who gave up all his earns

Who was never alone
in sickness nor in health
nor my darkest hour

Who departed at will
but not before

glancing back at you.

Anything

If you want to
You can sex me
If you need to
You can sex me
If you have to
You can sex me
Sex me, you can sex me
You can do anything
Anything you want with me
If you want to
If you need to
If you have to
You can do anything
Anything you want with me
Anything
you can do anything with me
If you want to
You can touch me
If you need to
You can touch me
If you have to
You can touch me
Touch me, you can touch me
If you want to
If you need to
If you have to
You can do anything
Anything you want with me
If you want to
You can sex me
If you need to
You can sex me
If you have to
You can sex me
Sex me, you can sex me
You can do anything
Anything you want with me
If you want to
If you need to
If you have to
You can do anything
Anything you want with me
Anything
you can do anything with me
If you want to
You can kiss me
If you need to
You can kiss me
If you have to
You can kiss me
Kiss me, you can kiss me
If you want to
If you need to
If you have to
You can do anything
Anything you want with me
If you want to
If you need to
If you have to
You can do anything
Anything you want with me
Anything
you can do anything with me
You can do anything
Anything you want with me
If you want to
If you need to
If you have to
You can do anything
Anything you want with me
Anything
you can do anything with me

Influence

Thomas Stearns Eliot (1888-1965)

Macavity: The Mystery Cat

Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the Hidden Paw--
For he's the master criminal who can defy the Law.
He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad's despair:
For when they reach the scene of crime--Macavity's not there!

Macavity, Macavity, there's no on like Macavity,
He's broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare,
And when you reach the scene of crime--Macavity's not there!
You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air--
But I tell you once and once again, Macavity's not there!

Macavity's a ginger cat, he's very tall and thin;
You would know him if you saw him, for his eyes are sunken in.
His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly doomed;
His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed.
He sways his head from side to side, with movements like a snake;
And when you think he's half asleep, he's always wide awake.

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
For he's a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity.
You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square--
But when a crime's discovered, then Macavity's not there!

He's outwardly respectable. (They say he cheats at cards.)
And his footprints are not found in any file of Scotland Yard's.
And when the larder's looted, or the jewel-case is rifled,
Or when the milk is missing, or another Peke's been stifled,
Or the greenhouse glass is broken, and the trellis past repair--
Ay, there's the wonder of the thing! Macavity's not there!

And when the Foreign Office finds a Treaty's gone astray,
Or the Admiralty lose some plans and drawings by the way,
There may be a scap of paper in the hall or on the stair--
But it's useless of investigate--Macavity's not there!
And when the loss has been disclosed, the Secret Service say:
"It must have been Macavity!"--but he's a mile away.
You'll be sure to find him resting, or a-licking of his thumbs,
Or engaged in doing complicated long division sums.

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macacity,
There never was a Cat of such deceitfulness and suavity.
He always has an alibit, or one or two to spare:
And whatever time the deed took place--MACAVITY WASN'T THERE!
And they say that all the Cats whose wicked deeds are widely known
(I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone)
Are nothing more than agents for the Cat who all the time
Just controls their operations: the Napoleon of Crime!


Whispers of Immortality

WEBSTER was much possessed by death
And saw the skull beneath the skin;
And breastless creatures under ground
Leaned backward with a lipless grin.

Daffodil bulbs instead of balls
Stared from the sockets of the eyes!
He knew that thought clings round dead limbs
Tightening its lusts and luxuries.

Donne, I suppose, was such another
Who found no substitute for sense,
To seize and clutch and penetrate;
Expert beyond experience,

He knew the anguish of the marrow
The ague of the skeleton;
No contact possible to flesh
Allayed the fever of the bone.
. . . . .
Grishkin is nice: her Russian eye
Is underlined for emphasis;
Uncorseted, her friendly bust
Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.

The couched Brazilian jaguar
Compels the scampering marmoset
With subtle effluence of cat;
Grishkin has a maisonette;

The sleek Brazilian jaguar
Does not in its arboreal gloom
Distil so rank a feline smell
As Grishkin in a drawing-room.

And even the Abstract Entities
Circumambulate her charm;
But our lot crawls between dry ribs
To keep our metaphysics warm.

The answer and why

Its far too deep for me to go
to try and understand why I love her so
why she rules my life, controls my very breath
And I don't know why I miss her so much
and I don't know why I still feel her touch
She left me high and dry
except for the tears that I cried
I really wish I knew the answer and why
I really wish I knew the answer and why

...she went in one direction
leaving me alone here to cry
She knew that without her
my heart would break in two
and I would surely die
I sit here lonely and heart broken thinking
I really wish I knew the answer and why
Could it have been the way that I talked
or the things that I said
Could it have been when I pushed her around
or the time when I pushed her down on the ground
Could it be the fact that I do all of those things
and a whole lot more
and then say I love her as she walks out the door
Could it be the fact that love her
or love to control her as she'd have you think
it brings me pleasure when she brings me a drink
It could be any number of things, for and of which,
I'm guilty of I suppose
But in the end, the bottom line being
and I think she knows
that I love her ...

Its far too deep for me to go
to try and understand why I love her so
why she rules my life, controls my very breath
And I don't know why I miss her so much
and I don't know why I still feel her touch
She left me high and dry
except for the tears that I cried
I really wish I knew the answer and why
I really wish I knew the answer and why.

Who's a good boy?

What have we become?
Not only our generation
but mankind in general...or the
superior species.
I saw a friend the other day and stopped to say hello.
He told me he was on his way to visit his Mother. He placed her in an old age home, some time ago for reason of convenience. When I first spotted him he was picking up after his dog and putting the bag of shit into his pocket. Folks there is no way I would put a bag of shit in my pocket! Not even if it were my own! Let alone dogshit!?! Anyways, he was picking up after his dog and I stopped to say hey, How's it going,  how's your Mother?
Not bad, she's fine, but my poor old Brutus here, he's got a sore,  you know, don'tcha boy...who's a good boy, and it hurts when he goes, but I got this cream I put on and he's seems to be getting a whole lot better.
I laughed, Well that's good, glad to hear, I said, Give my love and best wishes to your Mom... and went on my way.
Huh!? Like WTF you put your Mother in a home but are willing to rub cream on your dog's ass every time he shits... God forbid your Mother should need you!
I don't know why people are the way they are anymore and I'm not sure I have the time to figure them out anymore either!
Sometimes I just don't understand people at all.
But holy shit folks wake the hell up I hope you never need someone like your
Mother or Father, Sister or Brother, Grandmother or Grandfather to talk to,
to count on, someone to help you when you are unable to help yourself.
Don't take me wrong I love animals too but holy shit, I love my family members more.
My dog never changed my diaper or fed me but my Mother did, my Grandmother did. I can have a sick pet put down and be very upset as I have done in the past. But when it comes to a Grandmother, Grandfather,
Mother, Father, Sister, Brother come on folks that's a whole world of different feelings.
I would use all my abilities to help in whatever way I could to help a family member or friend and even a stranger for that matter. I am not taking away from a pet relationship but the loss of a family member or close friend is truly
the ultimate pain.
They say that killers, especially the cold or serial killer type, begin by practicing, torturing and killing animals. If this is true what do people who treat animals or pets better than there own flesh and blood become?

Life between us

Oh how I hate her
if she only knew
She's the mother of insanity
I wish it weren't true
She drives the wind
and pours the rain
She shines the sun
and glows the moon
then shines the sun again
Oh how I despise her
if she only knew
I have no choice
In every morn
I rise for her
And every night
she knocks me down
It doesn't matter
who is near
It's of no concern
to her I fear
Oh how she makes me do
whatever she wants me to
Bending but never breaking me
in two
Twisting me
Pulling me
from all sides at once
Oh how I've cried
and cried
and tried
to no avail
and all my efforts fail
I wish I knew
what it is she wants
what she needs from me
she helps herself
I give all I can
But I am just one man
her hunger exceeds me
her thirst drains me
I'm doing what I can
God how I hate this
this I'm sure she knows
like the snow storm
on my wedding day
and when she rains
on all my new clothes
I don't know why
or when
But I remember
day back then
When it seemed to me
that I was free
Why can't it be
why won't she
let me
die happy.

Close my eyes
relax
and think of nothing
forget about the world
tonight
shut my eyes tight
everything
has to be right
has to be alright
it'll be alright
without me tonight
let me lie in peace
tonight
close my eyes
relax
forget about the world
tonight
shut my eyes tight
everyone has someone
to be with
tonight
they'll be alright
they'll have to be
alright
tonight
without me
tonight
let me lie in peace
but here we go
around for one more time.

Who am I
but you
a different face
perhaps
who are you
but him
who's just like me
through the thin
and thick of it all
can't you see
we're the same inside
although we try hard
to hide
the things that make us
alike
who are you
but me
a different face
perhaps
who am I
but her
who's just like you
believe it
it's true
I am me and you are you
but we are all alike
for who are we but us
and they are them
the only difference is
the space
the life between us.

Influence

Oscar Wilde (1854-1900)

With A Copy Of 'A House Of Pomegranates'

Go, little book,
To him who, on a lute with horns of pearl,
Sang of the white feet of the Golden Girl:
And bid him look
Into thy pages: it may hap that he
May find that golden maidens dance through thee.


The True Knowledge

Thou knowest all; I seek in vain
What lands to till or sow with seed -
The land is black with briar and weed,
Nor cares for falling tears or rain.

Thou knowest all; I sit and wait
With blinded eyes and hands that fail,
Till the last lifting of the veil
And the first opening of the gate.

Thou knowest all; I cannot see.
I trust I shall not live in vain,
I know that we shall meet again
In some divine eternity.

The Harlot's House
We caught the tread of dancing feet,
We loitered down the moonlit street,
And stopped beneath the harlot's house.

Inside, above the din and fray,
We heard the loud musicians play
The 'Treues Liebes Herz' of Strauss.

Like strange mechanical grotesques,
Making fantastic arabesques,
The shadows raced across the blind.

We watched the ghostly dancers spin
To sound of horn and violin,
Like black leaves wheeling in the wind.

Like wire-pulled automatons,
Slim silhouetted skeletons
Went sidling through the slow quadrille,

Then took each other by the hand,
And danced a stately saraband;
Their laughter echoed thin and shrill.

Sometimes a clockwork puppet pressed
A phantom lover to her breast,
Sometimes they seemed to try to sing.

Sometimes a horrible marionette
Came out, and smoked its cigarette
Upon the steps like a live thing.

Then, turning to my love, I said,
'The dead are dancing with the dead,
The dust is whirling with the dust.'

But she - she heard the violin,
And left my side, and entered in:
Love passed into the house of lust.

Then suddenly the tune went false,
The dancers wearied of the waltz,
The shadows ceased to wheel and whirl.

And down the long and silent street,
The dawn, with silver-sandalled feet,
Crept like a frightened girl.

SYMPHONY IN YELLOWAn omnibus across the bridge
Crawls like a yellow butterfly
And, here and there, a passer-by
Shows like a little restless midge.

Big barges full of yellow hay
Are moored against the shadowy wharf,
And, like a yellow silken scarf,
The thick fog hangs along the quay.

The yellow leaves begin to fade
And flutter from the Temple elms,
And at my feet the pale green Thames
Lies like a rod of rippled jade.


IN THE FOREST

Out of the mid-wood's twilight
Into the meadow's dawn,
Ivory limbed and brown-eyed,
Flashes my Faun!

He skips through the copses singing,
And his shadow dances along,
And I know not which I should follow,
Shadow or song!

O Hunter, snare me his shadow!
O Nightingale, catch me his strain!
Else moonstruck with music and madness
I track him in vain!