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Parnassus Poetry, Corpus Christi, TX (2026)

08/14/2021

She danced in the light, clear the loon,
follicles of repeated steps packed on & on.
Does the smoke come out that soon,
If we put it in bags, is it able to pawn?

at the shop down the street quiet weathered street,
To beat the socks offthe damned, the quickest,
who scoff at your neck when the bluebirds
Sit at the sledge of the concrete embedded wall,

" putting all the clothes you washed today ,"
the gum kept our clouds together like bricks,
but that cement between us kept growing,
over our monuments of existence sticks,

I caught you as you slipt on a metaphor...

08/14/2021

Acquiring a liking to substances

Frightened by the sounds of the branch,
the shadows grow to immense proportions,
out here in the middle of the ranch,
going through the same contortions.

The moon, it sits unbeknownst, of me,
caring for nothing, not even the poetry,
High as a telephone pole, filled with glee,
listening to the crackles in my head.

Coloring the sky green & the landscape red,
Bringing to life all things done dead.

A conversation with the colorless air,
of times to say no & times to share,
Knowledge coming from a soft wooden chair,
With nightmares occurring more often.

08/14/2021

After Queneu, the truth of poetry is seen

and a poem is written with the help of the sky,
and a blue pen screams realism to give it a match,
slipping through minds and people never seeing the catch,
that words put together generate the greatest lie.

what about chalk, will it do the same job?
and of the sun, can a feather work with it?
and if not a pencil, how about a sacrilegious k**b,
Scratching indentions, or a piece full of s***!

Who made up these rules, who was the nit wit,
Was it Shakespeare in a substance abuse fit?
isn't poetry written straight from the heart?

but in these days of great science and invention,
when Poets now strive on lame repetition,
getting published only means tearing apart.

08/14/2021

And a pale young poet with an orange Crooked Smile
stands against the wall, motionless while observing
Four mice transporting paltry cocaine-filled vials and distributing equal portions among the deserving

a dirty old poet with a pear open frown,
shuts his eyes to wish his worthless life away-
he pulls a puny pen and scribbles away the brown,
insanely, in his duck-billed filled whore-pill daze.

and the novelist, most boisterous, comes in and annoys
Both poets to the point of a dunderheaded death,
another musician enters and creates Joyful Noise
leaving the journalist out of bastard breath!

and the red and silver pen that composed this poorest piece,
is now being auctioned, sold, red and up for lease.

08/14/2021

Some flowers don't care if you love them,
They just grow wild & hidden from the knife,
Afraid it will cut a gash too, too, too wide, that will only let the fu**er regenerate,

Some flowers love to hibernate while awake,
Consuming tons of bread to quickly fatten
Their minds while their behinds are soft
Asi rub them with pajamas of satin.

Sometimes you too can disintegrate like flowers,
Just get between two pieces of wax paper, &
Set in the sun, cooking your thumbs & your tongues,
& let the stem ej******ed in your head.

Flowers also have a last breath
As you yank them so silly out of their stalk.

02/21/2018

Dark is lost to grey
Void is lost to the chaos
Confusion brings luck.

02/14/2013

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21st Annual Austin Internatinal Poetry Festival (AIPF) April 11-14, 2013, is open to the public.This four-day citywide, all-inclusive celebration of poetry and poets has grown to become "the largest non-juried poetry festival in the U.S." The festival will include up to 30 live local readings, youth anthology read, 10 poetry workshops, 10 open mics, 5 music and poetry presentations, two anthology competions and complete readings, two poetry slams, an all-night open mic and a poetry symposium. API projects over 250 registered poets from the international, national, state, and local arenas.Information on featured poets, venues, and other important festival details will be coming soon!

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09/27/2012

and this is for you as you sleep the dream of queens
running around the world, running out of steam
this is how I express my care, you know what I mean
as the cannibals laugh with mocking tones at me

06/19/2012

Structure
grace and fear
pace and peer
sold to the old
folded to eroded modes
dead inside
acceptance, image, loss and gain
of social vision
nothing remains except the worship
for such approval
momentary renewal to feel those few pulls to feel
consolidated
reparated
anticipated
equated
to the lower majority
beneath the authority
and the dissonance of reason
gone in season and displeasing
to a heart of mold
while the gold sets
and like everthing else changes and dissapates with no importance, fades even as it shines
declines as s**t is mined along its side
and shipped to lines of hungry and desperate with no concept of vision or health
or definition of actual prosperity or wealth
We will all end up begging
as we neglect the disasyeroys truth of the mountain-dwrlling demons that pull our strings as we dance and bow

So tired of being led and maneuvered into this poorly written comical tragedy
Its my turn to hold the pen.

06/13/2012

Fiber of being
Fire from me
Riding the energy
Given from all things
The sight before seeing
The life before living
The touch before feeling
The flavors before a tasting
The sounds before hearing
All surrounding
All nearing
In my words brought to fruition
Before conditioned into thought
Self seeming opinion, spontaneous decision
In mindful vision
As such chance and circumstance
Unfold in my deep but brief poetic glance
Belief understands then comprehends as he stands to his fulfillment
Third eye opens
Physical eyes close then
Become...
Serenity, control, A-chronicle realization
The sums and products of the coming and the passing
devoid of time and matter in every moment everlasting

06/13/2012

Tilt and spill.
When the ground moves
Sometimes difficulty arises in keeping still.
Earthquakes beneath struggling feet
Losing the balance to remain complete
Losing focus when the light changes despite twenty twenty vision
Firing neurons shaking the body, rattle and colliding the thoughts
Seek hope in still bodies of water and stone
Seek peace in being comfortably alone
Think: not a ripple, not a wave
Disconnect into self collectedness
So far beneath
And reach into
The cosmic loop
Of eternal oneness

05/28/2012

Where apologies took a back seat to personal perceptions
If you've never seen another road
You wouldn't know to ask directions
I like to swerve from that path to find just that
possibility of another options
between the lines it read trial and error
My eyes met with terror
when discovery painted the picture
of every creature's thought collected
in a single image
As comprehension and intention disappeared
and became devoid of thought into only being and existence
Silence and the one existence
transcended from all that was ever thought or felt

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