O'Dark 30

O'dark 30
In the freezing cold
Ice is clear
Time to roll

Hands are going to hurt
At the end of the ride
Layers of leather
Keep me warm inside

Scanning for varments
With each passing curve
Friends call me crazy
A title I might deserve

Sun might be out
In the afternoon
Twisting the throttle
It is time to zoom

The Me' s in Me

The Me's in Me

Could have been one percenter 

With a formidable  patch

Could have been a Saint

Giving the Gospel my last

Could have done business 

Selling diesel cars or gas

Could have been a professor 

Teaching a class

The choices we make 

Determine the path we take

Walking in riches or 

Burned at the stake

The generation we live

Determined by God above

Whatever the vocation 

It can be walked in Love

What you do 

Isn't all of you

The way you do it

Doesn't tell the whole story either

We are all passing through

This human theater 

Attention to intention 

Satisfies modern convention 

But life is more than 

Acts of the heart

It is often keeping a vow

Instead of making a new start

Thinking one generation at a time

Is a luxury purchased by 

Grandparents and parents

In the past

Living for others

They prayed 

Peace would last

Living vicariously 

From the opportunities 

Of our progeny

Is not a cop out or a sin

It is fruit from the place

Where our faith did begin

Could have been 

Many things in this life of mine

The value of my life

Will be determined 

At the end of time

Capenter

Lawyer 

Janitor with a mop

All will be judged

When the final 

Mic drops

Staying

Dark place rescues
From lines thrown
By friends

Another day to breath
When you would be fine
If the sun set meant the end

Trudging along from task to task
Punch the clock
Your work done at long last

All your heart wants to do
Is hit the road and say bye
You are sensitive enough to cry
Committed enough to try
To pull with effort the value
In passing interactions
While feeling the distraction

Of life not going your way
Wanting to go
But knowing you got to stay

Reflections of David Bowie

Reflections of David Bowie

Unwashed somwhat slightly dazed
Caught in the steam
Of the new sexual rage
Feeling best when
Communicating on stage
Unfazed by public outrage

In private only my friends
See me unwashed somewhat
Slightly dazed
No victories or defeats
To be measured by
Solely friendship
From those who
Stay be my side

No makeup
No glam
Not that either is a sham
But there is what
I Have to say
Then there is
Who I am

My art
A creation
A snap shot
In time

My essence
My character
That which I am
There you will find

More than
The songs that I sing
The words that I rhyme

So to those that dare
To glimpse beyond
The Tin Can
Of Major Tom

I share my love
Weighted and freed
From the sweat
Of un-showered days
In the cigarette smoke
And inside jokes
There I will be
Unwashed and somewhat
Slightly dazed

The Day of the Last Key

How will it be

On the day of the last key

Locks will be no more

In security provision shared

Their abundance safely stored

No thief will have need

None consumed by greed

All will be pleased

That is how it will be

On the day of the last key

No human locked in

No human locked out

Trust implicit 

Love removing 

The darkness of doubt

Brotherhood universal 

Each heart will have its circles 

But swords are coverted plowshares 

And spears to pruninghooks

That is how it will be

On the day of the last key

Death and Hades 

To the fire

Men judged 

For their actions and

For what their heart's aspired

All in perfection 

Presiding the God of heaven

That is how it will be 

On the day of the last key

Heaven and earth remade

Evil to be forever stayed  

Worship of God perpetual 

All live in full potential

Both moral and intellectual 

That is how it will be

On the day of the last key

Beauty consummate 

In the finery of all things

Visible and invisible 

The knowledge of the creator 

In resurrected souls indivisible 

That is how it will be

On the day of the last key

Fathers Hugs Friends Kisses

Hugs from fathers
Kisses from friends
May not make
The bitterness end

They may not heal the hurt and pain,
I try to restrain from
Running thru my taumatized brain

But for a moment
Those hugs and kisses
Pull me from the place I hide

They cover
With love
The loneliness
That makes me want to die

Those moments
Have a shelf life
Radiating the cancer
Of the soul
They permeate my blood stream
Breaking me
While making me whole

So to Fathers that hug and
Friendship kisses
Given in Love
Hold onto hope
Even if I return to the drug

Love me!
If even if junkies
One day roll me in a rug
Dump my body
Like a cigarette flicked
From the fingers of a thug

If my outcome is good
Or if it is terribly sad
I will always remember
Kisses from friends
And hugs from Dads