shutterpoet

Four to Three

Once we played in sandboxes naive

Cross school yard we teased to impress

I was skinny and you ate clay

Where are you now princess of every dawn?

Where do I go? To drown you in passion and love you 'till I end.

We can still play in the sand

and Ill push while you swing

and I'll wipe when you tear

and I'll hold when you're scared

I'll love you forever

Since they day that they made us

I was four and you were three.


I like chocolate and baby laughs

Girl giggles and humming birds

The smell of San Diego and the warmth of coming home

Puppy breath, peace, the smell of infants hair and loving 

every minute of it

Weird clouds, funny people and rock crashing wave spray

Crisp morning air, freaks on the street

And the day way before a full moon

Glass lake water and the quiet of night time.

Mac & Cheese, the birds and bees and all that is 

-Life with Chocolate Topping

Fishy

We called him Fishy

Never really knew him well

Dropped out of a hand that

 would've ate him so well.

Fishy landed on the asphalt

Orange fins for all to see

Wasn't gonna happen, so I

 took a knee.

"Stay with me lil buddy."

I said, pumpin his pumpkin colored

 heart.

"We don't want to lose you."

That's when my friend, dropped

down to breathe slow.

I said "Someone get me a bowl!"

But it was too late

Fishy met his fate on the mean

streets of Tucson.


SP 2017

Gentle Dental

This is a seriously funny piece of true fiction. I was on a working vacation. Had to get away from the home office you know, same difference. Seems many of you appear to me to be clearly confused already. 

Anywho, I was just a bit more baffled when I wandered into the lost and found and found missing student teacher Constance Chance. Oooh she looked like the living dead. I mean she was pretty ugly. To be deceptively honest, I'd say she was a definite maybe. But then she took off her plastic glasses revealing her unibrow butt face. It was on before it was off.

Well, this impossible solution solved itself and soon we were all alone together. Controlled chaos turned into cool passion. I tried to act natural when I started getting a little bigger. down stairs. Bitter sweet, my confidence wavered. Barely dressed and growing smaller, I let out a silent scream and my negative growth-giant dwarf dong became old news when I saw... the spork.

Half naked Constance had a bag of loosely sealed plastic silverware and another of jumbo shrimp on dry ice with freezer burn. She was obviously an advanced beginner as the precooked raw shrimp were terribly good and complimented quite nicely the flying fish we  caught. For some reason, it seemed our impromptu picnic predicament was turning out to be one heck of a fine mess.

I knew she was going to stay when she gave me an exact estimate of her negative income. She told me she played bass guitar and, as an openly deceptive resident alien, it was my only choice to put her in my one man band Not Here. You'd think we'd get a lot more gigs. People are always looking for us especially since we got the outfield from Who's on First, Why and Because to open up.

Constance expressed a definite maybe and we took a calculated risk. A small crowd began to gather together.  When the music first started, there was deafening silence,  then a loud whisper, and finally a dull roar.  Even though I wasn't there with Not Here or her.  I heard it through the Grape Vine ( they were back stage) I asked why a song is a 'they' and he said Because had invited them to the after party... Whaaa?

As event full as it was, I dont doubt the events of this evening will make future history. It was a minor miracle which caused Constance to get a little pregnant. And no easy task getting on stage with our bellies half-full of fish. Freaking Why caught a fly ball backstage from I Don't Know, (3rd base) and it was all Because.

Not here was going nowhere, until magic realism stole the show. It was awfully good and almost all of it was recorded live.  I believe have the original copy. I must have misplaced it somewhere in virtual reality though. You should check it out. It's seriously funny.

Cloud? That's not where you store stuff

that's me

I'm Here! Up here fucking around doing cloud stuff.

...No, I'm not an angel, spirit, entity or otherwise.

Just me, I'm cool, not so much down to Earth though. I float, I don't fly and if I did I wouldn't go Virgin if you know what I mean...Cloudwink.

Most days I just condense and observe

I wonder what dirt feels like...

Does dirt think about me?

Well, gotta go, you know... wind.

2004 SP

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So Halloween is upon us again and with it, some of my favorite haunts and some new blood...

Witch Hunter

Darkest clouds cover black sky cries

Deepest Fears Real

Now you'll know fear

Afraid to cry out

Rabbit scared Run

This is the End

Not like the Doors

or green broom riding bitches

Four Horseman Fairytale

You'll never find my Evil

In you comfy slumber I design

My reign is of Pain

Bloodstained shadows will Nightmare

You to me

And I kill Ghosts

Halloween 2022


...funny you should ask.

On the front of my car, I've got some teeth and I've got Jason's mask. 

Should you see it nightmare black on black, run run away, never look back!

See every year about this time

I get a lil itch in this craw of mine

Kind of gotta have it habit of slice and dice

Chop you up in itty bitty pieces, bones brains and all- feed you to the mices. Then I'll feed the mice to the snake, and the snake to the birds. By this time you'll be two or three kinds of turds. Bird to the cat, cat to the dog, dog to the pen food for the hogs. 

Now off we go to the house of slaughter. Makin some bacon - just you for your daughter. 

Look at this shit, she licked her plate clean. 

Ate you all up like Sizzlean. All in all, seems kind of mean.

Well,here's a thought: Slicing and dicing that's just the plot. Feeding loved ones to one another, that's the whole theme...and where I get off it is Halloween!

2022


"What I once was showed me where I should be. What I am now is a result of that pursuit. Where I will be, is where I once was before I knew I was supposed to be there."

SP

Connection

Breathe easy, the sun has already risen and the glory of a new day is just a blanket toss away.  Warmth loves you and grace has left you an offering well worthy of the taking.  Blessed vision shows you how beautiful everything is.  Ignorant, you fail to realize that it’s just a reflection of you.  Your heart warms with correct intention  naturally content and child-ly unaware, forces guide all you are before you’ve been.  Nice pretty, ballet-like, you move amazingly naïve. You’re perfect in every your way because you’re you.  From a distance closer, I see all you never seek in self.  Smells pretty good doesn’t it?  The sound of love.  It’s all of us.


1000

written pages, and all I want is to write something beautiful...smells like baby hair, feels like too long a hug, lasts like true love, and matters like nothing ever before. Beautiful like you, like this.

Admission

Revealed when all is wrong and tainted by misdoings

Stained wretched portrait better left as clean canvas

Trembling hand collects upon the brush

Only the dull and saddened tones of failure

Vacant is the pallette of those brilliant

The eye-dazzling parade of breathing color lay dormant

Buried beneath grey-blues and horrid hues of nightmare black guilt

Pitiful stroke curses the canvas again and again

Blobs, goo-drips and negligent runs left to unveil  expressionless-dying ghost

Darkened smear martyred image of self

Forever forced without will, captive hatred in tow

Beaten sorrowful portrait emerges.

A scornful brow hardens and pushes one from closed eye

To leave in the lower right would acknowledge

To leave unsigned would be admission

I won't hold my last breath for you

I'll go

And so I'll never bite your lip again

Squeeze you hard enough to cry

Tear-fall from your eye

Scream I love you 

Because I do

I'll go

With or without you

love

Sometimes time is when you have to be silent. Whisper wish away all painful portrait of pain. Smell of apple, infants hair, or her. Should ghost- invisible, still inside provokes, pledges silent nights of which will never come. Closure comes with failed heart dying breath, and love you always I will. 

Day 1

Comin’ at you head on too strong from the front. Don’t know what went wrong, but I’m BACK! Know that Jack! Hands off of my stacks, out of my stash, don’t trespass. The bad ass mother fucker is back.

Little lost for a bit maybe need that shit

Little break for a few know what I went through

Good now though brand new show comin’ soon

Better than whenever was before takin’ names tearing shit up all over again.

You feel me? Knew it was comin’ up like a heavyweight uppercut knock out punch win.

That’s whats up. What’s up with you?

Round 2

It’s on again aint no mistaking it. Better than the baddest get out the way or wake with.

Better know this: From now until the end it’s my time and I’m takin all of it! Mine.

Watch me tear this fucker up and shut it down.

Number 1 like the sun without me there’s no one.

Loaded double barrel got your attention getter.  Beers ae always colder and your girls gettin wetter. Best forget her...

What’s up now with the frown clown posse?

Hired and Aussie kid to do the rap shit and I’m too busy.

Shark wrestling bear fucking gator riding bar bending chick crippling love sponge.

Acid101 already consider it done

I’m on it.

Legend has it might be true. Settled the score before. Now it’s my turn and done. No more.

 

SP