here i go –
from the replays
in n over n over –
can’t get enough
of that blonde model
in florida georgia line’s
“get your shine on”
to sparkle on the inside,
cuzz i haven’t had anything
to smile about on the outside
of any kind in peninsula like moments
along the shorelines in erie pa.
every wish –
every want –
in playa agua caribbean feels
in the surrounds,
that you can really have it all
n prove that one’s imagination
in the tropical regions,
n spilling your guts out in poetry
for a change in sustainable life,
is all about transformations
to one day nurture n outside smile
for sustainable beauty!!


i like to talk –
prefer n open classroom
to preserve freedoms of expression.
long in the depths
of long, long thoughts
from the homeland,
n into the winds,
w a less sense of compression
in the occupational sceneries.
it’s n remarkable to be markable,
in all that’s fused in the muse
in the visionary fields
under the same moon.


this ambitious cowboy
isn’t about the quickest draw.
it’s about an inner being
w a powerful sight
full of developed and developin blossoms.
all that smoke
of the most malignant intent
that came to mama,
left me just to wanna redeem
her life here on earth.
those raw deals
time after time fightin bi-polar
can really work on a sensitive spirit.
but ya know,
i’ve been on this horse for so long
as a lone ranger traveler,
ya just never know what might transpire.
but this moment it’s as if the beats
of the hoofs leaves me a message from her saying,
“it’s time for ya to cross that river
n let the world know that life
isn’t any plain trail
when it comes to distinction
of a family w a fightin spirited heritage”.


cool n quiet
in the long silences,
is a man
havin a meetin
between himself n ambitions
to make words
come off the paper in a savage roar.
ya just gotta hang around
lying around somewhere
in the wilderness of america,
n keep the eyes
on the sunset
in a secluded spot
where the oaks n maples
breathe in the leaves,
n think like a thief w quiet feet.
it take a lot of loneliness
to create significant change
while hangin w zane grey
teachin the education
to steal a little bit of money
in a moonlighting metaphor,
n think like, it takes a fuckin long time
for people in northwestern pa
to see ya have some god forsaken value!!


full sun attraction
in a real blast
of basking in orange
makes quite the dance partner
all to magnetic for sensual eyes.
it’s a vigorous campaign
in the nectar game
of breeding the lines
in a really happy tango
for this hummingbird
ever so drawn to her appeal
for a classic beautiful combination
all to seductive in her personality mint.


this ying n yang of sensibility
is all about introspective natures
in duality zones to keep movin along,
that place great weight on all things
that pertain to feelin.
burdens often stronger
when mixed in the burdens of others
that become teachin moments
when taken advantaged of
by less well-meanin souls
from being so easy goin.
that just go with the flow
is a two prong chameleon maker,
because the inner journey
n that of the outer journey
are what pours into the eyes
like the different colors of roses.
sometimes wilted,
n other times vibrant.
when pleas aren’t heard,
apathy n melancholy emerge,
n by golly it brings in lethargic ways.
so, it’s no surprise,
that as water is like liquid gold,
it only goes to show,
that when it’s really needed
the talent will emerge
with an inner and outer
in the duality of words
with a greater understandin
in the appreciation of the game of love
when it’s a pisces kind of thing.


had this light blue 69 camaro,
and i was just a young buck
at 20 in 1980.
had this vision
i’d restore it
n make it my dream car.
it only had a small block 307 engine,
but went to a junkyard
n picked up a small block 400 for it.
took the car to where a couple friends
would replace the engine.
they completed the job,
but couldn’t hook up the linkage
to test it out on the road.
so i called a garage
n they came n got the car,
then said they couldn’t do the job,
so, a guy that lived in the same apartment building
of one of the guys that helped put it in,
said he could do the job.
he got the car
and hooked up the linkage.
we took it for a spin,
and it had so much power
that traction bars would be needed
because the tires just jumped up n down on the road.
so, he suggested he’d take it up to a guys house
and finish the work on the hurst shift kit on the floor,
but to re-do the floorboards.
i said, “sure why not”.
in a couple of days walked up
to check to see if was done,
n when i got there
he had taken out my engine
n put it in his car n left town.
reported the theft,
but the cops didn’t care either
even though i told them who took it.
i ended up selling what was left of the car for 75.00.
the only thing left
is the language i can salvage from it.
that cam shot of that dream
didn’t take long to evaporate,
so, maybe this will help bring me another one back.