BluesPoetry

opposite

2008-08-27T15:27:00.000-07:00

The opposite of black is not always white
sometimes it could be red or yellow
maybe even obscure muave
What I see is not always in focus
What I feel maybe neither hot or cold
Maybe lost maybe found
possible even upside down
Your truth is not always mine
even hickory mixed with pine
Is the dirt across the border not clean
could my daughter be sweet and not mean
your house is bigger but not to be scene
is my word the same as yours
last night I had enought of your soup de jour
made from seaweed close to the moors
Sometimes it is the opposite of night
like going to war is no pretty sight
my wife has the tendancy to make me up tight
I have learned to shut up walk from a fight
My politics leans very far from the right
Smokin' with my brothers makes me walk into the light

Rainy day dream

2008-08-23T19:20:00.000-07:00

afternoon nap

2008-08-23T19:16:00.001-07:00

Dusty fairy

2008-08-23T19:14:00.000-07:00

Where often is observed........

2008-08-09T17:08:00.000-07:00

Oh give me a home
Where the bullshiters don't roam
Where friends and love ones can play
Where often the absurd
will get you the "bird"
And the watermelons get jucier everyday.

2008-07-31T12:53:00.000-07:00

We all fall down

2008-07-24T17:16:00.000-07:00

Paint on the easle
Hair of the weasel
kids and measels
We all fall down
Daddy's in jail
Hole in the pail
No stamp for the mail
We all fall down
Chili flavored chip
You take a little nip
Don't give him any lip
We all fall down
Started on a week
I started to creak
I'm about to peak
We all fall down
A big one on the scene
It doesn't have to be green
either brown or in between
We all fall down
She's all black
No running in the pack
No cutting any slack
We all fall down
Run through town
Nudes and a clown
Rain makes me frown
We all fall down
I want to look up
Drink from a cup
The judge was corrupt
We all fall down
I saw the light
The left is on the right
Eagles in flight
We all fall down
Photo on the wall
Blood in the hall
Marines have to crawl
We all fall down
She's on top
Riding on a mop
Dancing never stop
We all fall down
Religion is a drug
Like drinking from a mug
Or dancing the frug
We all fall down

Wheels of desire

2008-07-24T16:21:00.000-07:00

Wheels of fire
Remus and the briar
Most all politicians are liars
Being pulled and proded while dancing on wires.

Wheels on ice
You toss the dice
For Jesus Christ
Eat wine cheese and mice
That sounds very nice
Along with steamed fish and rice.

Wheels on water
My beautiful daughter
No one has caught her
No lamb for the slaughter
No money could have bought her.

Wheels on air
A toast to share
It only seemed fair
To climb the stairs
With lot's of flair
With never a care.

Wheels on tires
In the straights I am dire
Some great kids I did sire
Keeping me living my desire
Get unstuck from the mire
Go and sit my the fire
Need a clone I could hire.

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2008-07-21T16:23:00.000-07:00

fly

2008-07-21T16:21:00.000-07:00

2008-07-21T16:19:00.000-07:00

bombs bursting in air gave proof not all things are fair

2008-07-10T14:49:00.000-07:00

2008-07-10T14:33:00.000-07:00

2008-07-10T14:19:00.000-07:00

I wanting to write down a song
Putting down words neither or wrong
Adverbs,simile,nouns and rhyme
Something fluid maybe 3/4 time

like Neruda or Frost or Dylan or something devine
it's a magical moment served together cervesa y lime

Words are rolling in before the topical storm
Crashing and lightening well above the norm
Questioning everyone in the sound of my voice
Wanting everyone left with a equal choice

like Rumi or Lorca or Corso in time
it's that magical moment served together cervesa y lime

It's bubbling and ozing with burning desire
Sizzling and flame like a lover on fire
And just when you think he is really all through
Up comes a cool breeze from the mountains to U

like Whitman or Dante or islanders sublime
it's a magical moment served together cervesa y lime

Psychology-philosphy-horseshoes or track
Each take patience and practice with tack
Eyesight, right light and flying kites at midnight
Human rights, fear of heights it takes courage not to fight

like Ho Chi Minh or gungadin most don't like doing the time
it's that magical moment served together cervesa y lime

Torreadors and 4th ave whores Aladious Huxley and the Doors
Rolling Stones using elephant bones with orange sunshine and postal zones
Rasberries blackberries pineapple or peach
Somethings in life are just out of reach

2008-07-10T13:56:00.000-07:00

fire works

2008-07-05T16:22:00.000-07:00

bomb bursting in air

2008-07-05T16:17:00.000-07:00

Ms.Pearl

2008-06-24T17:24:00.000-07:00

fast baby fast

2008-06-24T17:17:00.000-07:00

2008-06-20T11:58:00.000-07:00

I got the greens
No jack in my jeans
No reason to think mean
While floating up stream
Like realizing a new scheme.

Got to move on my brother
last night I dreamed of my Mother
while sleeping on the noontime lawn
Tomorrow there will other Pawns
Streached out straight and drawn by the dawn.

Moving up the river slow
How did I manage to lose my dough
Down the road I see a rosey glow
My body is really in the know
I got friends like Joe and Moe
and once knew a girl named Flo
A disillusioned woman on the go
She made me sad
as I liked her real bad.

Yes I got the greens
Still no jack in my jeans
I am still in love with this dream
instigator of this grand scheme
and trying to not be mean
as I only want to fish in this stream.

Right to bare arms

2008-06-19T12:33:00.000-07:00

coltrain's gone insane
cocaine in the brain.
we need some more rain
I heard the bells of a train
from the coast of Spain
clanging.You got nothing to gain
by sleeping in the rain
I need someone explain.
How does it feel
to be on your own
like a rolling stone?
So how does it feel
when you got potatoes to peel
while doing the Virginia real.
I loved Rosa on Blue Berry Hill.
Went in the Army and
they taught me a skill
gave me a gun said go out and kill.
With shell and grenades
we marched in a parade
it wasn't a thrill
to shoot,maime and kill.
Pocket full of Rye
onions make you cry
I'm shooting photos,
as most pictures don't lie
someday for certain I'm gonna die.
I'm slowin' down my diddle
getting fat in the middle
I think Islanders need a fiddle
to round out their skiddle.
Everyone has the right
to bare arms
with out doing harm
or sleep with an alarm.

Try to stay alive

2008-06-19T12:06:00.000-07:00

Try to stay alive
Do the hand Jive
Skin me daddy
give me 5
Not all money
can keep U 5X5
Try to stay alive.

Breathe deep do
the 1000 yard stare
Eat some chili verde
if you dare
live with folks that give care
Give what you can
all that's here won't last
Try to stay alive

No more jive,Clive
No more chip,dip
No more love that
fits me like a glove
This life of ours won't last
NO SHOVING
Try to stay alive

I don't roll well
with the punches
been far to long
since Tony and I
did some lunches
Joy in the morning
doesn't grow in bunches
Peace in the moment
can shatter the silence
Love is elusive
like quicksilver messages
Try to stay alive

Do the hand jive
Obie's honey from
his sweet hives
Give me five ,Clive
Try to stay alive

"sisters"

2008-06-18T11:29:00.000-07:00

dos amigos

2008-06-18T11:27:00.000-07:00

What the 'H'

2008-06-18T11:22:00.000-07:00

at the "new" ballgame

2008-06-18T11:19:00.000-07:00

coming home!

2008-06-18T11:10:00.000-07:00

action

2008-06-18T11:07:00.000-07:00

what a stance!!

2008-06-18T11:06:00.000-07:00

action on the field of dreams

2008-06-18T11:02:00.000-07:00

an on the mound

2008-06-18T10:59:00.000-07:00

SAFE?

2008-06-17T13:28:00.000-07:00

purple haze

2008-06-11T14:47:00.000-07:00

"What time will dinner be ready"?

2008-05-22T17:13:00.000-07:00

don't fuck with big oil

2008-05-22T17:10:00.000-07:00

"godbless the small businesspersons"

2008-05-22T17:06:00.000-07:00

The Shell Game

2008-05-12T12:50:00.000-07:00

no service

2008-05-12T12:40:00.000-07:00

death of service station

2008-05-12T12:35:00.000-07:00

Death of a gas station

2008-05-12T12:13:00.000-07:00

tree in my window

2008-05-09T16:39:00.000-07:00

2008-05-02T16:34:00.000-07:00

There's chickens in Brownsville
just wantin' to be free
Visits all the neighbors
eatin' a lot grass was told to me
Diggin' up the flowers
Workin' up the soil
Chickens like to be moving
It's like their kinda toil
Theres chickens in Brownsville
Jumpin' from the tree down on the green
Eatin' up the ducks chow
keepin them mighty lean
Yes chickens free in Brownsville
No need to call the 'man'
Its only what chickens do for fun
It's all a part of the 'masta's' plan
Chickens are on the scape(chicken)goat
Let's just talk neighbor man y man

my other Eugene

2008-04-25T15:50:00.000-07:00

Streets full of red neck liberals and homless
speed freaks running scams on the system
Expresso junkies and bus station rappers
with rings in their noses and habits their chasing
Respectable acting lawyers lunching with backroom
dealers with spandex bikers and beautiful ladies as
Car jackers and meth cookers living with tough
old mamas cooking junk on the side and a baby coming
Theres all kinds of schools of higher expectations
while old time hippies making money like
incorporated capitalists while running for office on
the side of the Elephants while their kids get exempeted
Add to the mix those who are living time bombs
in our hearts and minds but keep on rolling dubies
in hopes of escaping the daily circus uninjured again
Coming down the street the Obamaists running wild
talking green this eating green beans drinking Irish beer
but you know: they all shit brown in the end in this town

Life from my tree

2008-03-08T19:22:00.000-08:00

winter scene

2008-02-26T16:23:00.000-08:00

Moon lamps and head stones

2008-02-26T16:05:00.000-08:00

Space Race

2008-02-24T11:22:00.000-08:00

2008-02-22T15:29:00.000-08:00

Dark side of the moon

2008-02-21T16:24:00.000-08:00

eclipse-2008/2/20

2008-02-21T16:17:00.000-08:00

Smoke

2008-02-14T16:10:00.000-08:00

Smoke or contrail?

2008-02-14T14:49:00.000-08:00

dinner time boogie run

2008-02-14T14:45:00.000-08:00

2008-02-09T15:28:00.000-08:00

Bulliet proof man
Running thru the sand
Confused with the plan
Wants to put it to Iran
Got his savior holding back the dam
This foolish bulliet proof man
With his dick stuck in the sand
Black Queen has lost her head
As the Bishop launched the holy crucade
Missles readied as we stack up the dead
Mother Theresa was doing the Wattusi with the Pope
Republicans are leaving the ship in droves
Hillary is slipping away in the fog
Obama to me he acts like a trained dog
Mohammad better corrale his lost sheep
Nucluar war is possible it seems
We will all be black and not green
The bulliet proof man is running in the sand
Confused in the plan I am
He wants to put it to Iran
This foolish bulliet proof man
Thinking that the savior will hold back the dam
I one time in Iran I got to swim
In the Arabian Sea off where I saw a fin
Pearly whites with a charming grin
really the most delecious bill of fare
I guess you can say it was the most
Tasty tidbit with pieces of goat on toast.
That cowardly bulliet proof man soon will be a ghost.

company IIIIIII

2008-02-05T13:09:00.000-08:00

The company line is a mighty long ride
Starts in DC all through the country side
Paul Revere is riding to warm that the economy on a landslide
IBM-Microsoft-Apple all are humming
It's a good world out there-get your guitars a strumming
GWB is leaving out the back door a creaping
It's a new world order stop the sleeping
It's the company line with a mighty long line of
Stealing-killing-lying left the world a bleeding
Super size our forgiveness for the killing all the people
God and Allah-Jesus and Mohammad
Stop this shit and redirect your blessings
The company line is tatooted on the spine
It's the doorway to the devine but
please don't drink the sacraficial wine
It's ginger ale and vodka slightly shaken
rules and directions don't determine MY future
liberation is a thought often mis understood
the explosion in the morning gives us no good
reason to line us all up for the big one
stand down your war face general
It's the company line for all mankind
Roches and tequilla salsa and wine
Made in N.J. by a guy names Slime
Drinking the company wine doing the bump and grind
on company time
it's the company line or the firing line next time
There packing up the 'Golden chutes'
company secrets for sale for the price of a toot
Who's killing us who's doing it this time?

2008-02-02T16:40:00.000-08:00

How do we learn? What happens after the thought leaves the cortex?
Are memories the truth? What is love, blood or the kiss?
What replaces me or perhaps who turned out the lights?
I love the banjo like I love you
What a dance? What's to eat in France?
Red wine and black kisses on my heart. Stretch my soul.
Inject capsen shot directly into the brain.I love my blondes and reds.
Green buds are especially fine on occasion.
Bull fights with torredors in gold and violance. Swords and red capes with death on Sunday a las cinco de la tarde.
Gypsy music with violins and castnets
The last breath with a smile
Going down the final mile
Unarmed with joy in reserve
I love banjo music ringing through the pines.
Are we looking for salvation by ourselves?
When did the spark leave?
Who were you I lived with?
Joyed with and dies with a smile with?

2008-01-14T16:20:00.000-08:00

2008-01-05T15:49:00.000-08:00

Fast break

2007-12-06T14:11:00.000-08:00

Daughter and father

2007-11-27T15:12:00.000-08:00

Electric

2007-11-22T15:28:00.000-08:00

GoodNight Sun

2007-11-18T13:59:00.000-08:00

walk in the park

2007-11-18T13:43:00.000-08:00

shines like klondike gold

2007-11-18T12:57:00.000-08:00

world outside my door

2007-11-14T11:15:00.000-08:00

Father and Son

2007-11-14T10:59:00.000-08:00

Traffic

2007-11-13T14:29:00.000-08:00

Street lamp

2007-11-07T12:37:00.000-08:00

Far from Iraq?

2007-11-07T12:26:00.000-08:00

shooting while driving

2007-11-07T12:21:00.000-08:00

bench in the fog

2007-11-07T12:16:00.000-08:00

like love

2007-11-07T10:53:00.000-08:00

slow motion

2007-11-04T13:56:00.000-08:00

Stoney Ridge Boys

2007-11-04T13:52:00.000-08:00

Blue men

2007-11-04T13:51:00.000-08:00

itsy bitsy spyder

2007-11-04T13:32:00.000-08:00

Driver in the Red Hat

2007-11-04T13:16:00.000-08:00

Cuppa Jon

2007-11-01T15:33:00.000-07:00

My shadow dancers

2007-11-01T15:23:00.000-07:00

Rider of the Purple Sky

2007-10-29T13:56:00.000-07:00

Shuttered life

2007-10-29T12:55:00.000-07:00

Bike rider

2007-10-29T12:47:00.000-07:00

wood

2007-10-29T12:44:00.000-07:00

Man and his friend

2007-10-29T12:37:00.000-07:00

dark sky orange light

2007-10-24T12:27:00.000-07:00

2007-10-23T15:04:00.000-07:00

I like words and photgraphs. They both have the ability to stop time and space, a beauty all of their own design even in an ugly world.Both share the richness of poetry or an image frozen momentarly. From a smile to a rose, from an haiku to sonnet, from birth to death from the earth to the moon. All things are captured by the poet and the photographer from reader and the seer. The eye and the hand in perfect union capturing human nature at it's best

2007-10-23T14:59:00.000-07:00

The Big Dirt Nap

Are there really worms
I mean whats the haps daddy-o
What is forever
Like, I get to suffer like the rest of you guys
Sign me up!

Big Dirt Nap
No more aching while i'm shaking
And blowing hard to shit
And slower than 'Molasses in Jan
Little blue pills and red on's too
What is forever?

Big Dirt Nap
No more bills and no more saving
No more broken cars and broken family
No more not having money enough
No more War and no more Jesus
What is forever?

Big Dirt Nap

Ridin' on the Red Eye Line

2007-10-21T15:34:00.000-07:00

Riding on the Red Eye Line
Throwin' Aces feeling real fine
Got me a woman thinks I'm a goldmine
Something tells me I'm like time out of mind
Shoveling that coal for the Red Eye Line

Whooie-A-whooie
Lettin' of steam
Moving real fast
Singing like Louie
Playing that boogie woogie

Rollin on that Red Eye Line
Skipping down the lane lookin so fine
Got a new dollar gonna make her mine
Pretty little lady her eyes do shine
Riding on that Red Eye Line

Whooie-A whooie
Going to St Louie
Suckin on a dooie
Fingers all gooie
Whooie-A-whooie

Ridin' on the Red Eye Line
Costs justa nickel
Kids are double
but Sunday is free
Riding on the Red Eye Line

Whooie-A-whooie
Letting off steam
Moving real fast
Singing like louie
Planing boogie woogie
Whooie-A-whooie

Bunglo Glow

2007-10-21T15:00:00.000-07:00

Radio Waves

2007-10-21T14:51:00.000-07:00

Little Man Blue

2007-10-21T14:19:00.000-07:00

Pink Rider

2007-10-20T17:00:00.000-07:00

leaves

2007-10-19T16:53:00.000-07:00

The Pearl

2007-10-19T14:59:00.000-07:00

Leaves

2007-10-18T18:44:00.000-07:00