Being There

first and last is how we view
our journey as second and all
other slots make no difference;
but, over time, few remember
who was where, instead they
recall only that you were there.

19Jul14

Lost & Found

happiness lies

in the branding

of emotions

that oftentimes

remained wrapped up

until weekends

or holidays;

happiness lies

in remembrances

and forgivenesses

and in reminding

each other

how you really feel

which becomes

impotent over time

and is rarely

believed;

happiness lies

inside each of us,

a state-of-mind

contingent upon

ourselves,

not upon our partners

or any other 

acquired assets.

18Jul14

Irony Dictates Affairs

here we are
on opposite sides
of emotions,
seldom expressed,
but often denied;
in our presence
we tease
with the eyes
and smiles;
seduce,
with our body
movements,
luring in future
contact
while,
preventing
intimacy desire
by both
but not demanded,
at least,
not yet;
still,
we both know
soon
it will be.

18Jul14

Dirty Down Lovers

rest you her

on my bed,

spread yourself out

as you wish,

belong to your fantasy

not your possessor

and take inside

what you will

as you will

and leave behind

their perceptions

of who you should be

and how;

reach out to what

you used to be

and say goodbye,

farewell,

no more shall

you succomb

to their will

but to your own

and to all pleasures

derived within

the limitations

of only your fantasies,

restricted not

no more;

love,

and be loved,

touch,

and be touched,

seduce, 

and be seduced,

as the mind and body

were meant

to be one...

forever,

and it matters not

how many orgasms

you attempt

to deny.

18Jul14

In Conclusion

very little of my future remains
when age moves above sixty
and no one really cares about you
other than the undertaker and you
know your generation is through;

time looks backwards in review
as decades of opportunities have
been placed carefully in stone cracks
in which a bracelet of time is built;

condoms of unused substitutes
are conspicuously outside to
ward off witches and wizards
from using magic to deceive;

inmates of solitude sit silently by me
counting their worry beads as their
superstitious natures tell them to
while distracting my horizontal focus;

templates of sadness arrives in the mail
any my first thoughts fear C. O. D.
but, it was a prepaid delivery from
Gabriel who will soon visit me.

18Jul14

An Unattainable Process

herds of roaming after thoughts

sit idle in small rivers of forgetfulness

and have become the purpose

of my predisposed final quest;

random thoughts fail to retrieve,

returning to be debriefed and categorized;

erotic thoughts hide seductively

while innocent ones count their change;

educated guesses and replaced by

unconnected ideas, expecting the 

outliers to simply be eliminated,

leaving acceptable parameters for the rest;

misplace thoughts are gathered like sheep

and fed before execution in an effort

to suppress those we didn't need to have,

but, still the wondering fantasies

float by aimlessly as if no counter-intuitive

ones will ever scratch the surface of

anyone's imagination ever again.

18Jul14

Dawn Shines Darkly

illumination inside offsets
the dark skies outside
as we prepare for the
onslaught of rain,
so desperately needed
that we care not of the
price we have to pay;
humidity stretches throughout
our dwellings and around
sitting in puddles
on the floor, as if
fishing for thoughts and
things to say to pass the time
until our rescue appears;
dawn shines darkly all around,
glancing into each others eyes
detecting any fear that
we might have shared a while,
feeling a little closer to those
we will soon leave forever.

18Jul14

Influenced

the enemy
lives
within me;
I can
feel
its presence
curling
through my
mind
like a
snake,
leaving behind
a
substance
that
breaks down
my will
to
survive;
it lives
and
thrives
and
directs
all my attention
to you.

17Jul14

Rooms

in my mental mansion
each room provides me
with a new and different fantasy
which is lived out when I sleep;
each morning, I pretend
not to notice what
living this fantasy,
if just briefly,
had done to me;
each night,
off to bed early I go
in the hopes
of finding a room
from which
I will never return.

17Jul14

Given

it is very odd, at least
to me,
how these thoughts
and words
simply appear
inside my head each day,
but,
rather than question,
I merely
write them down as if
they were mine,
but,
in reality and like
everything else in my life,
they have been
given to me
quite intentionally
by
my Creator.

17Jul14

With This Power

we are new victims to
this way of life,
easily exploited and
manipulated for the benefit
of the whole
as we have been told,
but as always,
it has become a
Greek myth when we
talk with other strangers,
who live across the
boarders of our lands...
lands taken away
from us
like the natives who lived here first
and are no more;
we are bound
like Ulysses to a fictitious mast
and mentally flogged
into submission,
following those
who follow others
who raise our sails
and captain the ships
to unknown ports,
lands...
and territories
whose inhabitants live
in peril or perceive
it to be, and we cannot
help ourselves as we so
courageously help them
to become victims as well.

17Jul14

Us is . . .

two fish dance in

the waters of Baja

around the dying

coral reefs that were

once the playgrounds

to thousands of species;

but we humans float

around and hold in

contempt all those

not like us in all ways

possible...  as if, we

had been give this

wonderland to one

day destroy it.

17Jul14

Mirage

can those of us who

need to forgive,

actually forgive

those who betrayed

or deceived us

so unforgivably?

can we turn our backs

on the ongoing pain

and walk away

as if...

it were never there at all?

can we bend over backwards

to accommodate

more abuse or...

do we retaliate in kind

and offer hate for hate

to a mirage?

17Jul14

Buzzing Around

within the boundaries of

common sense lies

desperation and hope;

blended together,

they produce complacency

that forms the foundations

of most societies as the

wealthy manipulate

and distort reality so

horrendously that it has

created a culture 

of worker bees

dependent upon illegal drugs

perceiving honor is only

witnessed among fools.

17Jul14

On the Sky

up one side
down the other
your hand slices me
removing flesh
without blood
extracting your pound
as agreed upon,
but inn so doing
we become
adversarial
instead of lovers
as originally
planned and now
we both
must return home
empty-handed
as though we
had been nowhere
special...
and,
had gotten rather
bored
in the process.

16Jul14

Be Prepared

fully uploaded, the sky is a

majestic purple red, a
pretense for rain or so the
sailor's song tells us;
we prepare not, but go
about our business without
a care in hell for protection
and the children we conceive
in the process have the
instincts to follow our
unfortunate lead and examples;
fully uploaded the sky sends
an unpleasant message to us all,
lest we escape through death
before lives become forfeit...
the luck of the draw,
the song says as it plays out,
and we play our dealt hand,
as if we knew the outcome
but brought an umbrella
with us just in case.

16Jul14

Creativity

witnesses saw you arrive

but none were alive

when you left,

leaving us to conclude

the worst about your visit

as though you were

an angel of death

and not the brother

we thought you to be;

and so,

we hunt you down like prey

and will feast upon

your dead carcass

and hang your head

on a stake

at the mouth

of the path

of our vivid imaginations,

for all who enter here

to see...

so that they might

be more aware of

our creatives.

16Jul14

Forked Future

all your flaws

are overlooked

as have mine been,

and we have

interlocking futures

that need no

introductions;

down the road a spell

is our future,

packaged like a present

undelivered,

waiting for the right postage

to be released;

cracks in our armor 

do not allow us

and excuse,

not to move forward

and yet,

the hesitation

proves to be a mistake,

when we take

the fork in the road

on the other side.

16Jul14

Barely Visible

through the

window

morning 

arrives early,

but is

barely visible

in the

dark

and 

must be

imagined

in the same

way

night

after

day is;

we begin to

prepare

for her

arrival

in our

dreams,

playing out

various

scenarios

of life

and

death

and

in between,

as if

in a

coma;

a

surround

sound

of thoughts

guide

us to

the

morning

that

peaks

through

our open

windows.

16Jul14

Fairly Well

through the window glass
and through quilted curtains
shines the light of a new day,
and I am once again filled
with hope and curiosity as to
what it brings this time;
shadows reluctantly appear
on the ground from a cloudy,
overcast sky where none
should be wandering and
I wonder or simply accept
as it will always be here;
precious moments escape
the lips of my mind
bound for foreign ports
like ancient mariners,
too weak to set the sails,
lying around on wooden decks
as if defeated or like kernals
of corn waiting to be planted
in the fields, behind homes
until the wind blows them
away to be free verse again.

15Jul14

Out of the Ordinary

we move in circles

around and around

never catching tails

but always moving

always gaining

on the day before

and the

day before that one;

we are habitual creatures

with minds and souls

not our own but

out on loan like a

naughty

post hole digger

who moonlights

digging graves for those

too possessed to live;

we gather in packs

of two or more,

mating,

as often as we can

and with whomever

as if we are in a 

serious competition

for survival,

knowing they will be

cared for since

life is unfamiliar 

outside of our

protective boarders.

15Jul14

 

TRIPPIN

it was not just Alice
but all of us who
venture down the hole
during our lives as
that is just the way life is
and we need to accept
the inevitability of it all,
rather than fear the trip.

14Jul14

In Closing

it moves slowly and quietly
at first, almost unnoticed
and gradually picks up speed
when we are too busy to pay
much attention, but then
there comes a point-in-time
when it kicks us like a mule
and we realize it is almost over
and we start to realize all we missed
and no matter how much we
think that we have done, there
will always be more that we
know we actually could have done.

14Jul14

Gifts

these words do not belong

to me nor to you, as they

have been given to us as a

gift than can only be

appreciated and never

owned by anyone, if they are

to survive the test of time.

14Jul14

Compensation

under the spirit
of a new day, all
of yesterday is
gently washed away,
and we prepare
to acquire
all the dirt
of the new one
placed before us,
and one day,
we know,
some of it will
never be removed,
and we
will be forced
to wear lighter
clothes to
compensate for it.

14Jul14

Cries for Help

in a dimly lit room
my future reveals its
sordid past and binds
life into a vessel
like an Arab genie
without a cork to be
released so slithering
slices of sarcasm
slide, not so secretly,
past me and are so
easily squashed by
by my newly acquired
military requisitioned
black stomping boots;
my future returns to
its past, leaving me
alone and ill equipped
to face ordinary outcomes,
so from me a rib is
broken and taken free
and in my dizziness, a
vision of beauty appears
and holds me in her arms
until I am no more again.

14Jul14

Sleeping Late

purple layers of enchanted memories

consciously stream through me and

lavender lovers hold my sweaty lies;

spider toads hop lopsided, weaving

archaic webs while praying mantis

prepare to be forgiven of their sins;

doubting tom toms break through the night,

relentlessly beating rhythms of sexual decay,

lust, and infrequent parental guidance;

shakers shake furiously, crafting heirlooms

of innocence and runaway slaves forage

in the dark protecting lost brothers;

light penetrates the dark with prejudice

and a blood stained horizon appears

naked and we marvel at its size.

14Jul14

Spoken For

within me lives an
evil spirit whose name
cannot be pronounced;
it preys on the innocent
which explains not
why it is in me;
my father had one
and his father before him had one,
I suspect; but,
there is not known cure
and no antidote
to offset its influence;
within me lives an
evil spirit and I am compelled
to set it free; but,
a price must be paid
before it releases me
to the highest bidder or
my soul will forever be
in the hands of its master.

11Jul14

Watching Them

tales of ancient astronauts
swarm around and through
my subconsciousness,
leaving me mentally exhausted
and completely unable to
face the realities of life...
or eventual death,
for fear of becoming one of them;
and so, I sleep not
and watch the sky
for the those tell tale signs
about which I read,
warning others,
hopefully...
of what I am able to find;
and to my death
I propose to sit,
investigating above
as they watch us
watching them
until it is over.

9Jul14

Bleeding

we bleed for no one

except ourselves,

dripping with excitement

as we pursue

and are pursued;

leaving marks

upon the defeated bodies

along the way,

admitting no crimes

or misdemeanors

as we

torture the truth

from our perverted minds

and decide to

bleed for no one

another day.

9Jul14

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                             By

                             Alex Hutchins

                             Copyright 1977-2015

UNFINISHED, 

is a lifelong collection of poems that transports the reader briefly into the exclusionary mind of bi-polar, depression, self-destruction, sexual awareness, spirituality, compassion, empathy, regret, and acceptance.

For 38 years, the writer’s early morning thoughts have been conceived and written only once without editing with each poem completed in about 2-3 minutes on average.  This fluid stream of thought recovery is encapsulated in each of the over 42,000 poems written, making this poet unique as each word bites into the soul and pierces the forbidden dark recesses of the mind with colorful and vivid imagery and details.

Victimized

down through the tress

and bushes the rain fall

in constant streams of

liquid, giving both life

and destruction to what

it encounters in its path;

yet, nature always survives

and returns and rebuilds,

never once complaining

about the task ahead as

does mankind who tries

to manage and control

what it does not understand

or respect and sees all

outcomes as being victimized.

9Jul14