Stormy weather whether tempest come and go.Violent feather, to reap what we did sow.

To this levy, I parked my worn down chevy. Thought love had wings, yet questions were heavy.

Through pipes of shit, I planned an escape. Another movie and another soul can not relate?

Engaged beings, being untrue to each other. Constant bleedings, cheating every known lover.

Carnal craft, loveless bane of fortunes wrath. Mid-way past rays of sun and upon long path.

Culmination of things turn as this poet thinks. How much love did yearn and dead still stinks?

A worthy delight, to fight winds of a change. Yet whose might insights those said strange?

Trouble with the whiskey and cried with wine. Did a daisy doubt her color as I did pine?

All lights glitter souls of the living dead. Or the old skin that a snake would shed.

Muddy venture, and secrets of riddles I freely tell. Unbroken bones, yet soul tempered by hell.

Can you touch or clutch this invisible heat? My course determined by movement of feet.

Proper english, a fish more than a sought word. I may finish and die from a short cord.

Stones to stumble unto the glorious “Judas Tree”. A simple escape, yet anothers’ soul did bleed.

Fools of wrath hath pools of blood. Yet I laugh and cry tears till flood.

Never unknown the sorrow, yet painted a foe. Where do I fit in, in your stories of old?

A brother of dear kindness and not a fool. Used by many hands as a temporary tool.

I wonder still, thrill of puppets of tangled string. Which seek to kill such a wonderful thing.

Love bleeds and every day Christ we kill. From brutality, shock therepy or a pill…

Drama led me in and dreams did give chains. I trusted a sisters love through many pains!

Visions in clouds and future…my eyes did peer. Yet I cannot have until very last tear?

I smoke a cigarette and regret harm to this soul. I will comment, death is not the eminate goal.

She tried to take me, yet as all…ran away. Instument of design, to witness her play.

“Mein Kampf”, to kill a mere mocking bird? Letters tell the truth, so gather your herd.

Once I was bound without sound, yet chaos within. Weariness would resound around my very skin.

“One in the morning and two at night.” Keep me doped up and hidden from sight.

A chosen One, born to fly or die for grace. I flipped a coin and torn from a civilized race.

Past repeats, as the old gamers do know. I sternly jest the tricks of many foe.








Know me, for my heart overflows indeed.

Surely I sow to reap from a lovely seed.

Know me, before the world falls to dust.

My devotion is dear with love to trust.

Know me, contemplate me while you comfortably lay.

A mediocre character of a long forgotten play.

Know me, before this life fades to gray.

My heart is a harp, for you to play.

Know me, who is desperate for a slight hope.

Kind eyes for you, and none other to scope.

Know me, in spite the wreckage of life.

Waiting patiently and enduring the strife.

Know me, to fathom the unreachable thing.

With another to share a most fantastic dream!



12910433_179668832420366_672481879_nUpstart the heart. Live and learn. Douse the fuel. Yearn and burn.

Sacred allegiance to fulfill what must. Head in hands and devoted to trust.

Invite torment and spell is undone. Sometimes weight feels as a ton.

Mysteries of dreams and seeking me out! Mother or lover, as a pain filled shout.

Dancing in the den and revealed is my within. Whether lion, scarecrow or lonely man of tin.

Beautiful orchestration and demonstration…is the love that overcame me. Tormentive revelation, seasons of rotation is the web in which I weave.

Pride is loud, I know. From bowels of understanding yet not demanding is a hand to hold. A feather in the wind to travel where ever the wind may blow.

Before now, I have worked the plow. Serving pigs and idols that they bow.

As others, from sisters to brothers. Clueless renegades from skittles of colors.

Throwing stones and bones to somehow distract my keen eye as I sip my tea. Clues come and go, the end I know…filling this relic with most glee.

Why revel in madness of the one you can not control? Seeking dynamic purpose and genetics from pole to pole.

Telling the truth, yet art forgetful still. Beyond the mill and nations sought to kill.

In dreams, stitching tapestry as a work of art. Yet bleeding and pleading is my beating heart.

Waiting on signs that may point my way. Only one lover I know, yet will she stay?

In spite of cynics and critics. All the same to me. Kicking a single stone or cutting down my tree.

At night, I pour of passion of deep delight. At day, a character of play of emotional might.

Giving clues to fools, as I shout the glass. Yet men desire earnestly to repeat the past.

Obviously pushed in a corner. Wants no part of me. Is not red the color that we all bleed?

I am down, I know. Begging love at the door. A mere man, with tears that cover the floor.

Covertly covered, yet eyes strain and do not lie. Honoring the heart given and moment to fly.

Life is made, whether house on hill or den of thieves. Take ones’ words he loves, to see him bleed.

My yin to my yang. Believe me, I do know pain. If love was taken away, what will remain?

Shake the bottle until the top will pop. From beast of brutality or friendly cop.

Deceiving appearance, or truth plainly seen? Scrubbing me upon a washboard, till I am clean.

Different paths to take, maybe. Yet same conclusion. No matter the math or cycles of delusion.

Love adapts like roaches, only to survive. Or protecting queen bee and honey hive.

Forms of nature and order of Holy Heaven. She spoke “no more”, that lovely raven.



10325344_507068336064175_6694291280011412587_nThroughout ages and pages a man of forceful hand did lay the ground work for another’s endless work. Telling tales of youth over food with a ready fork.

Endless wrath of a man born from luck or mere design. Those before understood not the pledge, yet so inclined.

Many gods gathered to infuse torment to his soul in the shapes of shadows…and man. The course of winds did blow from blood of war to scar skin by an earthly hand.

From Atlas and from pole to pole, many mocked and sacrificed youth to bring mutation. Against the day and culmination of dreams of lovely things and slavery of nations.

Upon a Rock, he mused between the lies of elders and cruel justice of pontiffs and power thirsty men. The One in the heavens did laugh and promised wrath against the organism called “sin”.

What fondness to know the heart that can be helped or hurt? Blood drains and bones remain…long forgotten relics in the dirt.

This soul in pages gone, as loveless beauty races to and fro. Selfish men and mimes gave signs from death to dope.

Candid faces brings about happiness and pure with graces. Upon the screen are smiles at things obscene as the heart races.

Secrets came from both the evil and the good. Selling ones’ soul for craft and forget payment of blood.

Disease and death riddles minds from since peaceful streams did flow. Murder at day, and fornication at night under heaven as moon did glow.

Knives collide from forth the hands of lust with bullets of war. Lions wait for weakness to even the score.

Good is the tapestry, yet woven within is a thread of red devoted to art. Fascination of the One that balances all things within the heart.

Brothers are kings, holding secrets of most hidden things. Fancy omens give flight to the fearless in dreams.

Eyes spring forth from the forest and trees, as leaves blow in the frigid breeze. Melody of mind and beating blood while soul is at ease.

And what to say to the dealer of death that exists in two places at one time? Who supplies clouds of grief to make one drunk with wine.

A postcard unto forever, this lonely man does send. A content life to lay down and carried in the wind.



What bowels from this heart sings? A box ready open to give heavenly things.

Look on, if you deeply desire to do so. Does my voice tickle ears in winds to blow?

Gentle tapestry of thy face of no escape. Eyes mysterious, passions of mine gently rape.

Stuck to your shadow, longing a slight touch. In my corner, as your essense does clutch.

Purple wetness pours from your secret place. Longing that nector, on my mouth to taste.

My heart remembers thy deepest delight! As two foes danced before of darkest night.

Oh! Rarest honey comb do slide close! Rape me in wind by your subtle ghost.

Cravings of evermore, as the stars do shine. Gentle wind with embrace tender and kind.

Loves’ threshold of reality and many dreams. Passion indeed shines and busts the seams!

Soft lips to kiss as heaven hardly knows. Finger tips touch as wind chills and blows.

Wine from sweat, and memories of former life. I know! Heart bled of jealosy and a knife.

I live to give boldest respect of all ages. My soul shouts of kindess in all my pages.

Past finish line and waiting for my trophy. Mustard seed of faith as I sing dear poetry.


knights-1920x1200Requisition of a knights dream.In this knight are thoughts unseen. Seeing this world from place to place. Withered lives seen from face to face. Ongoing the struggle between evil and good. Breaking down the mighty, in might they stood. He pitches his tent beside the rivers. Eating the meat given from many givers . He questions his soul in a mid-night song. Dreaming of a place where there is no wrong.

Requisition of a knights dream. Upon a table is peace to bring. A steady sword, sharp and long. Sturdy armour, thick and strong. Fighting dragons of long before. Knowing happiness is at the door. Upon his horse is bliss…to find. Giving grace to kings as they dined. Villans tempted him within his path. Thus bewildered,  by his hand of wrath.

Within his dream is a sort desired much. A gentle lady who beckons his touch. She has seen four corners and he, the world. Will she be faithful as the rain that poured? A friend until the end, until they part. Could she tame the beating of his restless heart? ”This dream is mine, even before I wake. Until then I count these steps I take. From boiling blood and vengeful hate. I battle for love before my fate.”



A kiss to miss upon the blue yonder of time.
You are no longer yours and never more mine.
No locket or key and never more moments of glee.
One instant of lust carries a handsome fee.
A payment to be trodden by horses and men.
Eating dust of others in a race hopeless to win.
Her grapes gave wrath upon a broad tapestry.
My life I did give and was buried in history.
No other doors opened and no knob to see.
I question the path of my own misery.
My pen did probe the vessels of my heart.
And coffee did not keep me from coming dark.
Lies of sweetness, became bitter in the gut.
Was my heart decieved to drink of her cup?
I picked a rose, and yes my fingers did bleed.
Her beauty drained the life I thought to need.
Sultry lips with dark eyes of deep wonder.
Indeed it was I that shuddered at thunder.
Many misfortunes crept to seal my fall.
Yet in her mirror, she was the fairest of all.
Many starless nights along to suffer the cold.
I yelled at the wind that did break my mold.
No fame. No glory from whence the grave to go.
Many agonies reaped from what the heart did sow.




As I tread the place once tread before.  I long to know what is behind the door.

Is it heartache or a dear lover’s delight? Arms to shelter me within a stormy night?

Classical music, in the background would play. Seductive movement, in a cool night in May.

I once ventured this way, but not like this. I feel closer to desiring lips to kiss…

Is she a riddle or clue to my past?  Many times I feared, so I wore a mask.

I once fell headlong and void of sanity.  A preacher told me that much is vanity.

I weighed his words, as I still tried. Myself and the floor, to forcefully collide.

A favorable delight, I still held in sight. With all my strength, yes, all my might!

Bursting through the ground, in temporal hell.  Did she have eight arms weaving her web?

My words, I know cannot reshape history. These very steps I take remain a mystery.

Yes, lovers laugh as they forget the past. Once alone themselves, drinking whiskey in a glass.

Cumbersome is the problem, to someday fix. Will another offer treats or a bag of tricks?

A quiet loner, till I am revealed by love. When we twain will fit like a glove.

Life is a tragedy…flowing within is joy. Spilling my gloom and thoughts of being coy.

I sip my coffee, for I no longer drink wine.  Desiring a love that’s not forceful or unkind.

I reverence God now, and forever will.  I will not stoop for another’s’ happiness to steal.

I want for myself to someday own.  Bonded together by a valuable stone.

Through darkness, the lightning and thunder. This poet gives words to cherish and ponder.

Ponder the grief, while happiness is yet.  My heart is thirsty and my mind is set…

…to venture life as my soul doth battle. To question the enigma I sought to unravel.

Life is filled with grave and wonderful things. Yet the heart speaks in the midst of dreams.

With colors that bleed like a work of art. Dear things flow from the depths of the heart.

Like a faithful clock, it forgets not to beat. Love is hidden strength, when it is weak.


Der Untergang der Titanic

Der Untergang der Titanic


I pondered love, to sow…surely to reap. Love will be known, as death will creep…even after its cold fingers would chill and taunt the spaces yet to fill. The gravity of love, it forces not its own. Nor does it boast, yet forever is strong. Mending what pride relentlessly cut. Stitches of love does heal the wounded gut.

Inspiration, I have yet to tell it to thee. I have yet to carve your name on my tree. Infatuation, I pray it doesn’t steer my heart. If lust sets in, I will be in utter dark. Lost in the middle of a very large nowhere, surrounded by souls with no space to care. Drinking others sore bitterness and gall. Blind, surely a hole awaits to greet my fall! Two steps taken and I will be no more. Why would I knock upon your door? I have not sought for a mere pleasure. I desire for another to be their treasure. No other foundation laid down but love in the midst of madness that would push and shove. My eyes would not venture, for they is less than you! Why would I taint something fair and true?

Alone, with no company but the cigarette smoke. I cherish all the words my hand has wrote. I am thankful for grace God has given me. In the midst of a raging emotional sea. Endeared to Him…forever and always. Unalone am I, as I walk life’s hallways. Containing pictures of past and soon to be. The Lord is my trust…in Him I do flee. One request, with another is my desire. Someone to pray with when times are dire.

Desperation, to fathom the unreachable thing. In the distance, hope hangs from a string. Almost hopeless, yet there is little light. On love, I will soar with wings of flight. With a great hope, I hope in anticipation. Desiring love and not mere infatuation.

On the bottom of the ocean, my ship does lay. It rests far below the light of day. Waiting for discovery, for it has much treasure. With wealth to give, that none can measure. A fish’s habitation, to not become a prey. Underneath the wood is his place of stay. My ship is small and sunk with might. The grievous waves did roar within the night. Its shipmen safely found the nearest land. For their lives, forsaking the wealth at hand. Within the Atlantic, my ship continues to wait. For the wealth within serves not a crafty bait.

I will thirst more when my river runs dry. Pluck my feathers and I will cease to fly. Why is a book judged by the cover? What is a man, if he has not a lover? A bag of apples and one is rotten to the core. One house with no knob on the door. A chick will weep when mother is taken away. Money is wasted if no characters would play.

Long is the road and narrow was my past. I forsook my face and wore another’s mask. I was within, desiring another to come in. I pondered my four walls of my lofty den. Judging the books, another has ripped asunder. Peering through my window to see another blunder. I have eaten the apple then my belly did ache. My pain was known, that I could not fake.

Love is not a dream, it is concrete and real. Within a place no man could ever steal..

Does the World Need an Enema?

Samuel Gene

Samuel Gene






Family…what structure to desire it so.
A house on a rock as winds give a vengeful blow.
What did Alice find, on the bottom to land?
What? Was it fate, or by a devils quick hand?
No one cries yet sighs from most bothered eyes.
From house or home…and a stone that defies.
Shot gun shells of spells…so swallow it down.
The idol sees not but gives a bitter frown.
A miserable existence, to not join happiness so dear.
Fighting for Love with shove and no longer fear.
You look innocent, given the best two-face…
..and crooked crown.
Shout freedom for all before the gavel…
..slams down.
The love of money, that yearn and burns in the end.
Ashes float as we cope and gone with the wind.
Are you innocent? With best look money can buy.
Or a key to castles floating in the sky?
What fate we have if Love is not true?
Or mental capacity to judge between kind or cruel?
Full-Deck ready, between misfits of order…
..and clowns of chaos.
All around the sound of slaves yelling…
..”free us!”
Do you want peace or die to this inner war?
Trigger happy, and many lifeless on the floor.
Divide and conquer. Yet the people do see.
Cover us in caves, for wrath we cannot flee!
Trouble me sunshine on a very dreary day.
Bring to Light while shadows shift and play.
Expose the many liars, killers and selfish thieves.
Give no rest to evil. See how boldly it breeds.
Chance and roll the dice. Gather up every cent.
How can fire consume, if you have no flint?
Banners of fear wage no rest in the night.
What to fight, if the people have no might?
Bitter pills and to vomit is only natural indeed.
Hands up asses and from wood we allow this greed.
Dine with wine, maybe trouble to be gone tomorrow.
Reason with the “loonies”, to help their sorrow.
Lovely hive and the bees will still sting!
How cumbersome, for whom the bell does ring?
A crazy genius is me, with equipped slaying eyes.
Cut asunder between one Truth and many lies.
So pout and bicker with utter inflamed delight!
Dream dreams of peaceful streams under the night.
To what price between the rod and guiding staff?
The hand from a man and His continuing craft.
Writings on the wall and that kingdom is numbered.
From rage of fire, and your lightning and thunder.
Those not planting will inherit the bitter wind.
And those on the wayside to be consumed… the end.
Yet! Bitter brooks give angered looks.
To shelter is most unwise.
Before all, the giant is brought down to size.
Diabolic intent, to eat more than mere skin.
Fight for life and forgive another’s sin.
Who cares? Who spares the soul of ignorance bliss?
How does control feel, before the snake to hiss?
No new thing under sun and skies of white and blue.
If too many chiefs, then tell me who does rule?
Cast in your chips and see if fortune will come.
Pay tribute to Caesar and find a pointed gun.
Slaves as before and maybe happy ever after.
It is mad!” as corporations give off laughter.
A joke to kill and steal. A ransom of very life.
So play along with vises of your own strife.
Soak in the filth, and breathe in the air.
Pick a ‘happy daisy’, and watch the careless care.
Young once, since then we left all youth behind.
A simple call and said words were so unkind.
Between north and south, yet we all walk the same.
Enjoy the silence…and wonder why you came.
Money is your solution and money is your answer.
A lit cigarette to regret and caught by cancer.
Pulled in the water by a most vengeful fish.
Knocked down to death by a hammering fist.
Is this my blood, which flows and nothing hindered?”
Or the childlike victims which softly surrendered?
The gods surround and hound like bloody beasts.
With forks and knives, they gather for a feast.
Ignorance bliss, so kiss wife and kids good…bye.
“Mr. Waterboard” did confess to “Mr.Guiltys” crime.
Lies and Truth, for some other to someday fix.
Broken bones by stones, bricks and sticks.
So pull the pin and throw the grenade in.
And hope this blast covers a multitude of sin.
Sick in the head, in the bed with every lover.
This joker picked wild, and the game almost over.
Falsehood walks and stalks the kids at play.
Catholic priest fornicate in the light of day.
Holy riders rage under bullet-proof glass.
Urging us onward and never learn from our past.
Till frogs fall and in the water is blood.
We play like pigs in the filth of mud.
The day almost done, and hurt was so much fun.
Turn on the lights and watch the fearful run.

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Beginnings, are sometimes sweet and soft.
As a comfortable house or loving loft.
Alone, one would thrill till someday…die.
Another to learn how to rape, kill and lie.
One sat before a host of typical shrinks.
Written down was his motions and rapid blinks.

He believed that he was a genius of many sorts.
A colorful king that owned mountains and forts.
A scientific enigma shared in song throughout the ages.
While the doctors gently sifted through their pages.
A wanderer with no freedom left or desire yet to go.
Yet, many of the great has shared his pain and woe.
Warm metal plates given from which to eat.
Black and red loafers from mother, upon his feet.
Finger nails bloody and bitten to the quick.
A leisure site to see when one…is sick.
An actor to play and often did sing with others.
While pity hit hard from the sisters and brothers.
Sleepless, yet he was more than tired.
Hourly medication kept the mind wired.
Sobriety came, for one more time to begin.
One more step to see the mystery within.