Saturday, January 31, 2015

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

Friday, January 30, 2015

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

Thursday, January 29, 2015

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

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

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

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

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

Monday, January 26, 2015

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

Sunday, January 25, 2015

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

Saturday, January 24, 2015

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

Friday, January 23, 2015

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

Thursday, January 22, 2015

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

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

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

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

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

Monday, January 19, 2015

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

Sunday, January 18, 2015

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

Saturday, January 17, 2015

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

Friday, January 16, 2015

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

Thursday, January 15, 2015

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

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

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

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

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

Monday, January 12, 2015

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

Sunday, January 11, 2015

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
 

Saturday, January 10, 2015

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

Friday, January 9, 2015

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

Thursday, January 8, 2015

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


Wednesday, January 7, 2015

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

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

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

Monday, January 5, 2015

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

Sunday, January 4, 2015

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

Saturday, January 3, 2015

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

Friday, January 2, 2015

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

Thursday, January 1, 2015

U
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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