outside we must diss us to form a new brand of circus rejoice in us

memories fade in me the coast is clear from sleeve to sleeve,

the perfect melody leave come along with me you see

charts of  puree in the dull to sleep

love is formation spread across its bacon

love s the finest from him to dine with us]

bring on the noise we care bout the cause

freshest of late..,

longing lest it belonging

shaped clear behold the minutes to go

minutes to gain left formidable to see

left through the sonic flames

straight in the hurry of ever closer structure,]

my quest is to be a little bit older

very good in its helm partner

love is king

still smart as the wood

linger on...

a plate of fries left dangling on a woden sofa

building bridges to be no more

you waited for me in a harvest of exploits

the Boogy Man came to whistle in my ear

to let go of any inhibition

back in my stocking drawer

left hope to nothing more

move to soon'

onto the beating door

my mind was playing tricks on me

sought for further relief

the impulse toward addiction

so I sought for freedom

mercy felt on me

to egnite my flame of dire stockings

to willow in the ardent branch

promote the cause of freedom

the stained archer to yesterdays swell

some seek each day as a guest in hell

shows block the in between

Aura Star

Over The Woods

your poem throws me right into a nostalgia for it. The title of the poem alone captivates the reader and by the time one reaches the end of your beautiful verse, one feels the prairie in one's pocket. Simple down-to-earth images of "turkey", "rusty plumes" and "that other earth" in the poet's mind are not only powerful, but add a sense of humor, including that of carrying the earth in your pocket, which is part of your mindset. In fact, the poem does not only seed the earth inside the poet's mind, but, indeed, in the minds of his readership. Which is what a great poem does. The poet's exceptional craftsman is attributable to the subtlety, simplicity and imagery which make the verse flow and speak for itself :

today I exist through a heros twist paid fully to resist

inside of me grips the portion of sullen apathy...

Cuba is getting a bit colder after Castro took over

the in tuned harmony to its hidden beast reality

shelter through the leaves

taking over as you please

each haunted day we beg to borrow the need to pray...

fashionable Michelle Obama

silent through a fixture plain from deep enough to take over inside

conjunction junction what's your function

bargain basement blues

the set of Huey Lewis & The News,

a bunch of sprinkled dust scattered through the wind

late night bid in cell block 9 in prison,

those were the days getting caught in a purple haze

spot a high five to humbly keep your faith alive,

shadows break way from the frenzy within

I told you not to go

Then you went

When will you come back

When you told me 

You won't return

Beautiful Jesus Christ

My hands raised high

All for you as

My heart speaks in

The tongue of your

Wonders

I give myself to

You everday

Baptize me in your

Blood

As the calm waters

Of the heavens 

Reach out and ran

Down on me your

Love

free as a bird as if you already heard,

champions as a monkey studded flunkie

strip back the hall piece shapes for you to carry on in song

nicely page done turn as if you haven't heard

Swiss Miss to words that twist come together with a kiss

tossed as a salad with wings that travel

beats to wing your own

sought after wings to fly hence the page has turned so was the butterfly

yesterday we learn to having a page that would turn hearts to burn

free as a bird fly weekly as on the river Nile,

basketball toward the know it all with words that heal

basketball to the know it all

we have come way too far

the sorrow is ours

crusted chains in the cell block 9

love to be loved like never before

sealed with a kiss sorrow has missed

linger long within a song

great rhymes you remind to place your head upon the pillow

Nancy Pelosi turned object of a mere notion of political potion

smashed in the delicate hill able to take ans taste a funny pill

reach down between my legs and ease the seat back learn to relax..,

social Armageddon in the frozen plush tundra taste to what you spring over

light as a bumble bee maybe she is dirty by a social myth she has spoken

bridge the gap between heaven & hell

such as the ringing of the bell

shear near comfort the table with a saw

radiation

vacation

the smell of it all

let loose on my caboose..,

shattered dreams fat lady sings

bring your mind at ease

as you do what you please

pepper steak and a side of an eel;

my mind is clearer now

both hands lifted from the plow