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Tuesday, July 22, 2025

The White Queen Of Oz

She is the pristine dream folly of frigid tears

An endless world of dreams full of fears

Have pity for the mistress she tries to be kind

Mommy is like Tommy deaf dumb and blind

She’s the white Queen of Oz Brian Cole

She’s the white Queen of Oz got no soul

She’s the white Queen of Oz in control

She’s the white Queen of Oz no heart only an empty hole

Where does the black bird go to hide in the cold snow

How much do you get when you pass go?

Pink Floyd filled the void and they built a red brick wall

When Jesus screamed on the cross I heard the call

She’s the white Queen of Oz Brian Cole

She’s the white Queen of Oz got no soul

She’s the white Queen of Oz in control

She’s the white Queen of Oz no heart only an empty hole

I am forgetting as I slowly remember

I am I Am I am singing a slow lament

I am regretting I can’t be but remember

Cuban missile crisis Khrushchev did repent

He saved the world halleluiah amen

And Kennedy scored with the whore Marilyn

Man on the moon where is the technology?

Constitution but who are really free?

Black man can kill the yellow man ever gladly

Now you know why I love the Muslim Ali

She’s the white Queen of Oz Brian Cole

She’s the white Queen of Oz got no soul

She’s the white Queen of Oz in control

She’s the white Queen of Oz no heart only an empty hole

Friday, July 4, 2025

Fourth Of July

It will not take six years to compose this pome

I am more Picasso then…

Van Gogh was insane and so am I

When I don’t take the Clozaril

When I cheat on my medicine I write

Glorious words

Wonderful phrases

But I am not manic now

Is that good or bad?

Rants of logical beauty

Therein we define

In the poem there exists the line

Text without a context is but pretext?

True or FALSE!

When Darius rolled the stone away from the lion’s den

(Yes we should all know this story!)

Daniel was wide awake!

Most likely steadfast in fearful prayer

I met a Native American in Canada

At the bread and breakfast Sylvia and I

Visited

The woman who ran the place was a

figure skater

She claims that she would have won the gold medal

Olympics

But her turn was 1976

And Canada boycotted

But she doesn’t tell that story much?

As I heard it repeated the next day to the

Other newly arrived guests

Her husband was of some local tribe

I talked to him briefly

“It’s a windy day”

The word wind and spirit is the same Hebrew word

He agreed

It was a windy day after all

The man, the Indian to be

Derogatory

For they are Native Americans

Indigenous peoples

Even Sioux

Is properly Lakota

Dakota

Nakota

The redskin

Well he paints pictures

He uses a sewing needle

And with intricate excellence

Applies spot by spot to the picture

It takes an entire year to create one of his works.

He told me

(And I find no reason to believe it is not true)

(He had no forked tongue)

That he sells

500 duplicates

no more / no less

At a $100 a piece

(Though I failed to ask whether he asked for)

Canadian or US currency

This pome is not like that

This poem uses a broad brush

It is raw

Like a starving snarling wolf

Tossed a Thanksgiving turkey leg

Gobbling gulping growling grotesque

It was the Fourth of July weekend

And Canada has a similar celebration

So the fireworks were on both sides

There is a straight line dividing most of Canada

And the United States

Just as nature abhors a vacuum

(Though what has the vacuum done?)

So a straight line is a bizarre phenomenon

Genocide

It has taken over five hundred years to write this pome

I resisted because I wanted a happy ending

Daniel

He was a homosexual

His real name was Joshua

I won’t use his last name for legalities

Maybe he don’t want the world to know

He was a flaming fag

Daniel

It means God is my Judge

Context

Without context we can conclude anything

The Road Less Traveled

Is the highway to hell?

I am here in the half light

Trying the capture

The rhythm the lucidity

I fail to feel a well placed comma will detract or enhance

You see no matter what style you paint the picture

As it hangs upon the museum wall

By definition you first view the picture from a distance

How you further

Dissect?

Inspect?

Reject?

Genuflect? ha ha I hope

That is purely up to you

One day and of this I am boldly sure

When we change the calendar

The

FOUTH OF JULY

Will be no more

Monday, June 9, 2025

To Sylvia

Playing rhythm guitar

Missing a string

Having a kingdom

Without a king

A brand new morn

And there is no sun

Heaven on a clear night

Not a single star in sight

That’s how life would be

To me

Without you

But the guitar strums sweet

The kingdom is complete

The sun shines rosy and grand

And heaven is just how it’s planned.

Monday, June 2, 2025

Long After the Gold Rush

Miracles beyond conception coming true

Fulfilling more then we ever knew

Inca Queen in glory, smiling in dance

God gave us a second chance

We came in rags and tatters

It is the heart that matters

Given more then we could conceive

Beyond blessing to believe

The clown in a permanent smile

And we laughed for a while

We were headed for a new home

And we rejoiced in style

We were headed for a new home

Something we have never known

I was sitting on a pure golden throne

The sun is the moon in disguise

I was coping hoping for demotion

When I understood reality is full of lies

There was an angel whispering in my ear

Heaven it was never so near

And my dream so crystal clear

I was thinking about what a friend had said

He was not a friend at all

I was thinking about what a friend had said

So many issues I could not recall

I thought on the days of our landing

How joy exalted our spirit so high

We thought we had understanding

And a love and wisdom none could deny

Life itself kissed us in romance

God gave us a second chance

We came in rags and tatters

It is the heart that matters

Given more then we could conceive

Beyond blessings to believe

And we cried for a while

Living in our brand new home

It was then we became aware

We couldn’t do it here if we didn’t do it there

Such sorrow had never been known

The tears washed the makeup off the clown’s face

We looked and it was not the look of grace

When can we really go home?

Sunday, May 11, 2025

Mother

Love is all

To see you laying in silence

Powerless except for prayer

Fighting death in defiance

Do you know how much I care?

Love is all

When you read for me before I slept?

When you dried my tears as I wept?

When you listened to my words of sorrow?

When you gave me hope for a better tomorrow?

When you denied yourself to lend a hand?

When no one but you could understand?

Love is all

The sum of your deeds immense

Most of them given at your expense

Love is all

Cancer gnaws at your body consuming the bone

We are there so you know that you are not alone

Soon God will give a beckoning call

Love is all

Flowers, cards, a casket of finest wood

Tears of sorrow, kind words do you no good

You have left to a place of no return

Life’s most important message you helped me learn

Love is all

Tuesday, May 6, 2025

Cathy at the Texaco Station

Cathy

Pumping gas to truck and car

With a uniform red and a white star

The gas ain’t free

Everyone has to pay

The oil is bought

By wars fought

And Cathy’s uniform all red

Resemble many shot dead

Solders, women, children too

Very sad but very true

Somewhere an oil CEO

Is snorting his blow

Trying not to care

But all the while aware

In his wicked soul

As his conscience takes its toll

And Cathy

Needs to buy food to sup

So she says happily

Fill her up?

Bells And Whistles Thorns And Thistles

Friday, May 2, 2025

Pacho The Outlaw Asset - From Bells And Whistles Thorns And Thistles

Pacho The Outlaw Asset

South of the border

Law and disorder

Cruel the desert sands

Of Aztec lands

“WAR ON DRUGS”

A ludicrous running joke

Marijuana, heroin, coke

Big money,

Big business,

Big Trouble

Pacho does a double

The bandito gets his pay

Straight from the D.E.A.

He is deemed safe

An agent of that state

As long as he passes a cut

God bless upward mobility

Everyone is happy

See the grin in the sin

Mafia is a harsh description

All is Official

Legally illegal

But Pacho walks another road

An enforcer with a ruthless code

Competition, endless ambition

Easy money?!!?

An oasis in a waste land of poverty

Murder is the proper tool

Murder is the proper rule

It’ll teach you the school

Mess with Pacho it ain’t cool

Mess with Pacho you the fool

All in the day

Of an asset of the C.I.A.

Wednesday, March 13, 2024

Lovin In The Oven

Phone rings you tell me you’re working late

But baby there are things they just can’t wait

I said honey bunny I got dinner steaming hot

Tonight is my night or have you forgot?

Take me make me break me bake me

Oh baby I need some deep lovin’

Oh baby put the bread in the oven

Take me make me break me bake me

I only got on your favorite perfume

The red light shining bright in the bedroom

Fantasy baby my mind is flying to places high

You’ll be kissing a lot more than the sky

Take me make me break me bake me

Oh baby I need some deep lovin’

Oh baby put the bread in the oven

Take me make me break me bake me

In the outer reaches of suburbia we got a bake sale

When true love meets true love one can never fail

She’s needing the dough they’re taking it slow

She opens the door to the oven the fires glow

Once is fine but baby twice is real nice

A happy wife makes a good life great advice

You got everything and baby I’ll pay the price

The bread is cooked baby give me a slice

Take me make me break me bake me

Oh baby I need some deep lovin’

Oh baby put the bread in the oven

Take me make me break me bake me

Monday, February 5, 2024

Verisimilitude

When I was young before I could count time

The so called priest committed a crime

Baptized they said Father Son Holy Ghost

One more for the score their carnal boast

If I ain’t honest it’s rude

We’re talking verisimilitude

You sure are one horny dude

We’re talking Verisimilitude

I pledged allegiance to the sacred flag

On the red white and blue I’d boast and brag

I cheered the soldiers as they went to war

A loyal slave of Babylon the Whore

If I ain’t honest it’s rude

We’re talking verisimilitude

You sure are one horny dude

We’re talking Verisimilitude

I learned the lie about Thanksgiving

Playground bullies were unforgiving

United we stand divided we fall

We all must answer the buglers call

If I ain’t honest it’s rude

We’re talking verisimilitude

You sure are one horny dude

We’re talking Verisimilitude

There were cracks in the foundation holes in the ceiling

Late in a sleepless night what was it I was feeling

Capitalism greed it was the American way

Get more money and it’ll all be okay

The truth always comes with great sacrifice

My sanity was the costly price

But I can see though I wish I was blind

Seek and I suppose you too will find

If I ain’t honest it’s rude

We’re talking verisimilitude

You sure are one horny dude

We’re talking Verisimilitude

Dancing In The Rain

Woke up to the thunder and lightning flashing

I turned to find you I felt the world crashing

Heavens were bursting a crescendo of water

Felt like you were leading my dreams to the slaughter

And I’ll be dancing in the rain

For every joy there’s a little pain

Kiss me darling you need not explain

Together we’ll be dancing in the rain

Island of Grenada in the wet season

I went for a stroll there wasn’t a reason

Crystal waters enchanting me with a spell blue

Clumsy stumbling along I bumped right into you

And I’ll be dancing in the rain

For every joy there’s a little pain

Kiss me darling you need not explain

Together we’ll be dancing in the rain

Island of Spice we call it paradise

You can’t call it love if it ain’t nice

Somethings my darling have no price

Stay with me forever that’s good advice

We walked not knowing where we were going

We talked not noticing the wind blowing

Heaven opened up making all our words vain

We didn’t fret no regret dancing in the rain

And I’ll be dancing in the rain

For every joy there’s a little pain

Kiss me darling you need not explain

Together we’ll be dancing in the rain

In the dark haze I see your face with a smile

Life’s a success if you find a love worthwhile

I hear our favorite song let’s play it again

In an endless embrace we’re dancing in the rain

And I’ll be dancing in the rain

For every joy there’s a little pain

Kiss me darling you need not explain

Together we’ll be dancing in the rain

Just One More Song

You used to call me up to say I love you

A child of abuse my choices were few

Having somebody seemed impossible

And you Syliva were my miracle

Just one more song on the radio

Just one more dance nice and slow

I am so sorry you have to go

Juist one more song on the radio

Remember when you cooked me lobster and shrimp

Barbara said you wanted me it was a hint

Now I feed you lunch the food all puree

Heaven tomorrow the devil today

Just one more song on the radio

Just one more dance nice and slow

I am so sorry you have to go

Juist one more song on the radio

I see pictures of fantasy preacher fuming lies

God in his grand glory as Earth slowly dies

Scumbag landlord evicted me illegally

When I go I’m bringing the whole place down with me

Revelation the final chapter of the book

Go to the gospels for a better look

First was the water next time it’s the fire

Angels can do more than sing in the choir

Just one more song on the radio

Just one more dance nice and slow

I am so sorry you have to go

Juist one more song on the radio

Not with a whimper baby but a big bang

Gonna tell it plain I ain’t using slang

Purple haze these eyes have seen better days

It all makes sense when in a manic craze

Just one more song on the radio

Just one more dance nice and slow

I am so sorry you have to go

Juist one more song on the radio