Nowhere

Nowhere I Have To Go
6-15-99


Left foot falls asleep
And that's alright
It can sleep on the job if it wants to
Because I'm not going anywhere today
Not planning anything for sure
I'll wake up in the afternoon
And the sleep, I'll be wanting more
In the boat at sea without an oar
Don't want to make the sleeping lion roar
On a safari in my dream
Discovering in the rain forest
A new coffee cream
Making a fortune in the market
Of my soul, this potion
It works wonders
In the exploration of my life
Two quarts of Joe down the hatch
Diluted by Gatorade
Had to wrestle ten alligators for the juice
Had to drain a pine, then a spruce
To find the miracle cure for these blues
They circle my mind
And are attracted by this loneliness
The hermit that I am
I have learned to accept these conditions
Dwelling inside cooled by air condition
Breathing the coolness
As I wake up this afternoon
With nowhere I have to go....
















Summer To Fall
6-15-99


If summer had no fall
Then thirst would have no relief
And cool will not be cool at all
Without the things unappealing
You have to take the good times with the bad
Even when only one good day, you had
If you don't give up today
Then tomorrow holds rewards
Before you learn to play
You must learn the chords
You must know how to listen
Before you know to talk
You must learn to crawl
Before you learn to walk
Excuse me for quoting such a line
From a rock and roll song
That stuck with me all this time, all along
It was stated neither right or wrong
It just was
Just was there imbedded in my memory
A catchy beat and a seductive melody
O, still waiting for her telephone call
I think I'll just dream away the time at hand
And forget this painful absence of love
For the time being
And journey there to the forest
Where I was dropped off without a ride home
I dream it every night
Someday I should know the reason
For continuity of its season
And summer will go out in style
I treasure every mile.....










Ignorance Is Bliss
6-15-99


Patiently I wait for safe passage
Into the next hour of the night
Faithfully I recline in my love seat
Writing good and bad poetry by the caffeine light
Will I ever know just how it came to this
Living on the value of ignorance is bliss
It's the life of a dog
Little does he know of the world's troubles
They go about their lives without the realization of misfortune
And only smell the ill emotion
Of owners that are led astray
By the eleven o clock news
Pondering over cigarettes and booze
They drift off to dreams of innocence
Waken by their best friends licking their nose
Shoed away with ignorance of their own of a different kind
And it's back to square one
Another day in the world
Looking for another fix
Looking for a miracle mix
Coffee and aspirin to ease the pain
Rudely awakened by morning dew and rain
It's the heat wave once more
Thank God for small favors
Such as these small sips of fresh flavors
Life goes on...
























Making Me Crazy
6-15-99


Riding on through these pages
My horses are already claimed
Saddles already made
Stimulation is crammed into one small space
Accumulated quite enough to fill up this place
Nerve endings are connecting
And quickening the awareness of poetry and song
The whole caravan is in contact
By way of personal connection
Inspiration and improvisation
Rhetorical, it may become
Naturally, the art it forms
And grows like ivy
Out of the sides of this pen
And I'm no more than dwelling in a den
Though travelling to distant lands
In the spaceships of my imagination
Riding on through these pages
Four hundred horse power
My motorcycle is activated
As I let the stimulation take effect
Need a safety base to dilute the drink taken
Glass of warm milk
To top off the nearing frenzy of the late night
Not too often do I get the chance
To feel this prolific sensation of mass production
It's making me crazy...










Deserted Kansas Road
6-15-99


Drifting down the deserted road
Sweet breezes blowing
A lost but happy traveler in Kansas
A sign reads, "Where are you going?"
Such a sign manifested by the uncertainty
Of my deepest insecurity of self
And these road signs become the scenery
I begin to ask the scenery
All along this lonely place
I am given the answers in the form of signs
Premonitions and revelations
Tests, trials and tribulations
Travel has provided conversations
Between me and my guide
The tour guide leads me to park at the side
I question my value
Do I value what is right
Or surrender to ego or pride
Behold or be meek
What virtue is it that I seek?
Thoughtful, I have become
Treading water
But safe and cautious in conviction
I am human with a conscience
"You have to let it go, my man
You can't be perfect
Better stop this speculation
Man, just take in the view
And relax and enjoy",
This soliloquy takes off the edge
I begin to talk with God by listening...