Words, sounds, verbal cries for help... Righteous screams...
Oral Ideas, Spoken concepts, Phonetic thoughts... Poetic licences...
Dreams, fantasies, Fancy Conceits... Egos abound...
Lifes lectures... Just Words?...

Blues sang, with cotton mouth of days past...
White lines remembered... Bees buzz... Teeth hurt...
Razor blades and doubts... Rigs of needles and spoons...
Just because... Stupid schemes... Paranoid abilities...
Runaways, Castaways within the veil of deniability...
Movie stars in Limousines, all so unreal...
Lies told to oneself... Just Words?...

Sex and wishes... Full Moons... Plates and silver spoons...
Regrets and mistakes... Cows and nursery dishes...
Love on a shelf... Children learn from deeds Papa does...
Boys inherit temper black. Pooh traded in for Poe...
Love told to them, Just Words?...

Alone in a cyber world of want-a-be's...
Hiders beyond a screen, on a trip of electronic Lies... So afraid to
try...
Caesar wins again... Put downs, believed by some...
Hate flies upon fiber lines of the cowardly...
Mates seducing others over cyber lonely channels... Server dating services...
Just Words?...

Clean again today...
A Year and a Day...
Fist unclenched...
Nose open to the Wind...
Booze in the bottle,
cock in my pants...damn!
Anger boils, yet held with in...
Here by old Galveston Bay...
If it is to be,
it is up to me...
Just Words?...

The Egg, the Id, All, Nothing...
Jesus, Bridgit, Budda, Gandhi... Me?
fire inside...afraid, alone, sad, mad...
Flamen, G-men, policeman, Seers and beee'ers...
I Am... Just Words?...

Bike polished... A Biker, of the type, Real...
Sled of steel... No bloody Cowboy...
Iron horse...
My Besom, my soul...
Milled in Wisconsin... Heaven by any other name...
My name the first gift My Mama ever gave me...
Just Words?...

Gay friend beaten by a crowd of cowards... Christians all.....
Their doubts, their fears caused him pain...
Commandments ten, just suggestions be, for others too... Not.
God I wished they would have tried me...
I would have shown them what being washed in the blood means...
I not Gay, understand it not, cowards I understand...
Uneven odds too I understand...
Golden Rule, Just Words?...

My Rage flies... Tired...
Words rambling...ranting for vent...
Uggggg.... Alone and Mad...
Mars a God too.... Stressed...
Blood tasted before....ere the night, for that which is right...
No rhymes, Just time on my hands... Warrior Caste, yet a Poet too?
Good night!
I am better than my past...
Today anyway....

Just Words?...