Art~Whimsically Yours

With regrets my eyes close tightly knowing when they both reopen there will only be more emptiness in view for me......... not you, my treasured precious one with that enticing smile and, eyes that surely would stop thousands of men bending towards destruction and cause them to reflect briefly underneath the warm intensity of your most lovely gaze back to nights when they shared joyously, in some...

Palms that hold no life line to you...... Hands are bent and sometimes broken nailed as they are on each protruding end I can feel them reaching and beseeching you to join them again as Siamese creatures melding in the night words not uttered form echoes in my soul over and over each dawn I practice their litany unheard by ears that matter if I could only drape you in dangling participles past you...

Reflections on loves past. /////////////////\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ ....and so I reflect on love's past and old haunts that I spirit Myself away to, childhood yards, now empty of houses, beaches long drained of tourists where I once kissed the most beautiful girl in the universe, and then let her slip like sand between my fingers, sidewalks with finger painted cement hearts and initials of loves long s...

for the wee ones Tiny blond haired lass won't you dance with me I'm an autumn leaf the wind has just set free dashing to and fro merrily we'll go till I fly away on some blustery day when the colored leaves are replaced by pure white snow ~ little bitty lad raise your happy face as you chase me down in a frosty race till I fall upon your extended tongue catching snowflakes tumbling down is lotsa c...

Where there's a will there's a way It's dusk and the highways roll on endlessly before me As I ride their undulations the sunset around me is intensely unique When it's all around you it's a sunsaround In a state that has no boundaries like a chariot of flame the aluminum skin of my La Saber Gleams with orange yellow refractions glowing like a drop of oil in a puddle of grain water it's a beautifu...

Where there's a will there's a way It's dusk and the highways roll on endlessly before me As I ride their undulations the sunset around me is intensely unique When it's all around you it's a sunsaround In a state that has no boundaries like a chariot of flame the aluminum skin of my La Saber Gleams with orange yellow refractions glowing like a drop of oil in a puddle of grain water it's a beautifu...

Morning pops its platinum blonde head and sun whitened smile between the cracks in my curtains vacuuming the sleep dirt from my eyes. A screaming white noise pounds my blanket muffled ears as a blaring alarm alerts me to its attack insidious it destroys my dreams in mid-wisp and drops reality like two feet hitting the cold floor drug like it staggers me to that facility where I can wash off the ni...

Just like peas in a pod.... A can of beer and a prayer are very similar in many ways you need both hands to get started you open them with great expectations they give you a bit of a lift when you are through they are both filled with the spirit one is fermented in a yeast that rises and one rises to the firmanent of heaven one is a lovely temptation and one removes temptation in a lovely way one...

I am fine wine and cheese aged well........... you cannot erase age cause age erases you wrinkles eventually folds you up and boxes you in white satin and Polished mahogany So breathe in each moment without timing it life is too short to measure the size of its equipment suffice to say it cork screws you in the end and it can be long or rather quick I am fine wine growing better not bitter a bit o...

Sitting here waiting for the preacher with an hour left to go there's no place as lonely in the whole wide world then a cell block on death row the food they brought me lies uneaten in a cold lump hard and dry and in the dimness of my cell again I hear her cry, "Mister, please don't hurt me I'll do anything you say!" "I've got a family back home who loves me Oh, God why did I run away??" "All thos...

The prostitution of truth. She stands gazing at nothing often blindfolded to the facts and bound by honor. she is hopelessly enslaved to the greed of those who refuse to release her so that she may again dance joyous amidst the confused and misled multitudes pigeons splash yesterdays handouts on her shoulders symbolic of the crap that truth gets labeled out with her ears are blocked by the endless...

Breathe in deeply hold it, let it go know that there are 10s of thousands if not millions more of these same breaths yet to come for you So what if some are sighs or in sobs or through yawns they can't all be cries of bliss gasps of air after a passionate kiss squeals of delight at some lovely gift sometimes we breathe pain sorrow and loneliness but we also breathe wisdom from the inhalation of su...

I sit in wonder and sadness surrounded by women both lovely and tragic the gleam of hope in their eyes the glint of despair in their souls. Rushing to and fro heads wrapped in turbans to cover the naked skin Long tresses burned away by chemo. All dressed in the blush of pink the color of healthy cheeks denied. Survivors bearing the weight of victims names pinned to their backs marked for those ben...

No chains can hold them Chains forged by men who lust for power and worship greed they gather round the fires of history to watch the next unfolding of hope's last dance ~ I felt the crimson blaze on my cheeks, mesmerized by the dance of a young nubile creature, slipping between the smoke and the shadows cast by the consumption of the moment...... it was as if time froze in the face of such heat,...

Psychotherapy...................Not! Psychoanalyze a word that means an in depth and close up study of the mental health of an individual in crisis?? ~ personally I'd rather read about them in the news or watch it from afar if I'm going to analyze a "PSYCHO!!" ~ there is something anal in that word analyze and if he or she is Psycho analyze this: ~ if I were to get too close he/she just might slit...

World Weary. "What we see in our mirror is a reverse, a reversing of our youth." -MFB III-copyright-2023 The mirror taunts me another fine line though nothing is fine about it. My once smooth flesh marred by time but in my eyes I can still see that little boy that I once was. Who is even now chuckling at my dismay cause he knows it's only flesh a wrapping to temporarily house my soul. And he is no...

Life is so precious Today the crocuses peeped out the bulbs leaked bursts of yellow and purple and white against the brown winter burned grass and the smell in the air was a woman's finest perfume laced with a babies breath... and an herbal spray that was indescribable The sun was a backwarmer it's wide rays spreading the oils of joy over my shoulderblades and down to my tailbone. Birds whistled a...

"Run and don't look back. When love withers and no nurturing can allow re-growth when evenings are completely spent before night even falls when snoring replaces pillow talk and a warm bath starts to look really good when the television takes priority. and interruptions of any show draw wrath when small mistakes became monumental. when kisses are a tight lipped turning away too soon when all appro...

I got lost in a forest but I didn't mind it was like taking a long step back to some other time while the birds sang thier chorus lovely notes so sublime the sun beamed down its warm rays through the filters of pines. as I searched out a place to a camp I'd call mine for I had a backpack and my favorite guitar one must be prepared when you don't know where you are and I had a compass or I could fo...

“RECOVERY???” It was so much fun in the beginning doing drug and alcohol and I eagerly answered their call never thinking I would fall but then things got worse. It took most of my income my bills were not paid and my addiction became a curse those I loved abandoned me they could not stand to see all my bad habits making a monster out of me I begged and borrowed and stole from them in ways that ma...

I was swept away so often by your strong arms. lifted high in the bright son of my vyouth your warm gaze catching mine. as your lips parted like the Red sea in a friendly passage laughter broke like thunderous waves against my ears leading me to the real you. of flesh and blood and not the man of sweat and bone weary labor dragging home exhausted from an sixty-our week sometimes just the grip of y...

On The Voyage Of Life...... Loneliness is a cancer it eats away at the soul, Love is a tumor cured when two merge, but then far too often circumstances necessitate removal of one from the other, there follows a remission, a feeling of relief till the loneliness, the cancer returns. Friendship is a lifeboat, for all who are drowning in an ocean of saline tears, when love is abandoned and one's hear...

We Are Not Always Right. We are not always right we’ve had our differences where the music of our love it filled with dissonance and the heat of our passion became refrigerant but such troubles between lovers can be so insignificant because any love that’s righteous holds sweet reverence and you will always be my preference to any flaws we share we should give deference We are not always right, Ba...

Just me and some memories with my old guitar and a Tascam digital recorder. But I can imagine how this song would sound with a full kick-ass band backing it all up. Yet still I write without. "Gigs and Ganja." < I can barely remember Hotel Haze, in a suite occupied by five rockers, lost in the blues of a song and a bong, all sprawled like loose-jointed puppets, on cushions and shag,...... playing...

Sultry eyes... Baby blues Melting my heart and my soul Each time I look at you Petulant lips Begging to be kissed And I can't think of anything More wonderful That we could do You make it so damn easy It's not complicated Just one kiss would free me You don't know how long I've waited... For your sultry eyes Your baby blues Scorching so hotly And torching my thoughts Each time you gaze at me Eager...