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Trying many things
Over the years, one might find
Some succeed, some fail…

Franciscos, alas
Possess the adventure gene
Going out afar…

Important matters
Triumph over trivia
Asserting themselves

Sampling many things
Go, experiencing life
Like an ice cream cone

 Go, get to be things
Never having to become
Play abounding roles

When pills stop working
God takes over the body
Thence …To Kingdom come

Please Lord, remove us
Far away from suffering
Signify the way

Be a notion-eer
Ignite minds with ideas
Spark innovation

Cremation: the fire
Igniting what was once live
Into helpful soot

Anomalies show
What might occur, appearing
When attention lags


Register knowledge
When you learn it, then tuck it
Away for later...


No life refunds there.
Do what you do, accept results
Continue. Or change...


If it tastes good, then
Remember for the next time,
Anticipating...


Pure power expressed
Gathers attention when it
Affects witnesses


Many times it seems
We are bigger than we are
But then... Who isn't?


Often times it seems
Verbiage, a sort of sport,
Captures our fancy


New cream works! But then
Didn't the old cream too? Well,
Jump into ice cream!


Potus and Bofus
Are gonna change things down there
Where new-ness wanders


Open up your ears
Listen. Is what you're hearing
Worth attending to?


Rhythms entice us;
We step into them heedless
Of their risky ends


Record discov'ries
New ideas, ere they depart
Appearing elsewhere

Real thought blossoms forth
With blooms of good ideas
To show, fade and die

How many puzzles
Does it take a life to solve?
But one: Existence

Life is about fun
If you're not having any
You're doing it wrong

Life: An adventure
While strolling through the jungle
We… are animals

Life is like cutting
Something with scissors – Gotta
Watch where you're going

Life is like a tube
Of toothpaste: you squeeze ev'ry
Bit that you can get

When you sing words, they
Take on a super-meaning
A hum-hit home-run

Life proceeds apace
Doesn't wait for catching-up
So hop on, go ride…

Walls enclose, prevent
What's threatening one's treasures
Buttressing safely…


Seeming: just the food
For intellectually
Unadventurous

Seeming or Being–
Which would you prefer if you
Could choose between them?

In your life you get
Little bits of ev'rything
But excess of none

When life disappoints,
Move on; jump to something else:
Recourses spring forth

How many? How much? How
High, low, far, near, to, not to?
Ah! Choices abound!

At points in one's life
Alternatives appear to
Choose between, then act…

Lie down, be quiet
Listen to voices within
Calling for action

Act upon impulse!
…After consideration
Of consequences

When the brain dictates,
Using reasonable sense
Spur the heart to ends 

Ends, means, tools, vision
Used together in concert
Make progress, maybe…

Polyphonous sound
Permeates the atmosphere
Ev'rywhere distinct

H. John Henry Spent
A life of learning to be
Henry Francisco

How much wood would a
Woodchuck chuck, if a woodchuck
Could chuck wood? That's good!

Puns: for the clever
But intellectually
Unadventurous


Jesus might have said:
"You go, do what you can do…
Rest is up to them."

When you write as much
Stuff of which you're capable
Go  on…write some more

That which hangs, swings
Subject to prevailing winds
For inclination

Influences change us
Even when we refuse them
They have their effect

Change? Suggesting change?
Someone does the dirty work,
Takes consequences

Once upon a time…
It's now, is it? (Fairy tales
Begin at some point)

Whenever stuff gets
In the way, brush it aside
Go on to better


Exercise the mind
Creativity needs work
To lubricate it

The ultimate sin:
Refusing to imagine
When one's capable

Choices to be made:
A living flipping burgers
Or purveying thoughts

Looking up, one sees
What could fall, but what's down could
Rise up and getcha

Harmonies abound,
Hang around long enough if
You encourage them

Poetry that counts
Says something well-worth heeding
Plus… remembering

From all directions
Come what could be confections
Perhaps corrections

Drop some thoughts like bombs
On whole civilizations
Destroy shibboleths

To be a poet
Compose your novel thinking
In a metric way

Angles hide shadows
Doppelgängers of the real
Waiting to emerge


Drugs say "Hey, give in
To brisk impulses," therefore
Affecting judgment

Drugs just make one more
Of what by now has become;
Y'can do that yourself

Engage! Be fearless!
Yield to doing what you do
Spurring a tirade!

"Whirl!" The dance of life
Ripe for choreography
Within your milieu

How many thoughts file
Through fate's constant parade
Inevitably?

Ballets concocted
With various attitudes
Display elegance

Read the signs, observe
What they say that's relevant
To life as it's found

"Times change" – Tis truly
Aphoristic, until bang!
They come back again

Obstacles beckon:
"Come jump over me and see
To what you can soar!"

Tables of plenty
Exist somewhere in the now.
Finding them, the task


When you play music
You become it, regardless
Of that who you were

Where is adventure?
Is it in doing, or thought
That you leave behind

You think I need you?
I don't need you, I have me.
What more could I want?!

An original
No one else has seen as yet–
That is what to be

Y'can spend yer whole life
Collecting experience;
So then ya can write

Simple decisions
At the beginning of life
Change its direction

The world is a dream
So always be a dreamer
Then it's yours come true

There is a diff'rence
'Tween inventing ideas
And implementing

Death comes forth, peeks
Its head around the corner
Pulls back, awaiting

God surely exists
But it's man's concept of God
That screws up the world


The only thing that
Will become of everyone
Is death's aftermath

Bulletin to all:
Your hair is not "important"
It's just hair. So there!

Deja vu moments
Pop into one's consciousness
…Notifications

Consider feces
Where it comes from, what one ate
Then draw conclusions

In the know, go to
Cognoscenti corridors
To find out what's hot

Doing, if one can
Is much more fun that being.
Then, a doer be…

(Peripatetic)
One never wanted to be
In life just to do

After all is done
In life, there's only one thing
Remaining: To write

Being where one's at,
Circumstances what they are,
Continue to next…

Writing things down is
Creating reality
To be remembered


A philosophy:
"Life is a series of games;
Avoid what's called work."

It's better to fail?!
(Then you get to do other
Different things in life…)

Religion can be
Turned into something good, or
Something destructive

Steering Religion…
What driver is at the wheel,
Down what road, to where?

New Democracy:
All can vote for ev'rything
Or against something

With the choices made
We've ended  up where we are;
So… What to do now?

Ev'rything done wrong
In one's life comes back around
Later for revenge

Life has its revenge
Coming when least expected
To exact payment

"If only I had
Continued with this or that,
I could have become…"

Be a loose cannon
Speak frankly, no matter what
Accept consequence


Think, yes, and infer,
Casting shadows, or dramas
Whose characters live

My sex life is none
Of your business, as is yours
Not a care of mine

I don't mind dying
Just do not want to suffer…
'Zat too much to ask?

Catholicism:
Obsessive compulsive Faith.
Partly ritual

Writing sentences
That end in prepositions
Shows one doesn't care

People that I love
Do not keep secrets, at least
Not of which I know

Lord, you must be tired
Of my contrition, saying
"Okay, I get it."

I wanted to do,
Not be chained to becoming;
Thus: experience

If there was a goof
To be made I made it, yet
I somehow survived

My savior is you
Who read these offbeat thoughts then
Take the hints therefrom


Go ahead, do now
What you're later gonna say…
"I coulda done that"

Funny how we can
Look back on our lives and see
What brought us to here

Best to look ahead,
Choose a reasonable path
Then proceed that way

The puzzles of life
Demand solutions that use
Available tools

Bible tells what was,
Media tells what's goin' on,
Life is what could be…

To the ear, music
Is what it seems to evoke.
Words get in the way

Poetic ideas
Flow to the mind like music
Sans tunes to distract

Burying the past
Is not easy, as it seems.
The mind resurrects…

Snobberies emerge
Dripping with condescension
Offering gloved hands

Playing piano
Making harmonies emerge:
A matter of choice


When memory goes
Whimsy is there to step right
Up and take its place

But then, with what can
You use to be whimsical?
Words? Tones? Paint? Action?

I always wanted
To do a whole lot of things
So that's what I did

I never wanted
To do one thing well enough
To be chained to it

Variety is
Truly the spice of life, so
Taste all the flavors

"In your face" Gay rants
Accost us without warning
Forcing reaction

"Fake sincerity,
And you've got it made" they say.
(Hmm, calculating)

The full life advice:
"Keep going until you're dead"
(Goes without saying)


I'm no one, but then
I am somebody, ergo…
I am who I be

God The Creator
Resides in all that we see
Proof of existence

The Son of God came,
Showed The Way, gave His Body
Rose again to live

The Holy Spirit
Unseen of the Trinity
Resides in us all

Not what you become,
Contrary to what you hear
Life is what you do

There's a difference
'Tween the way you wear your hat
And the way you think

Wear your hat backwards
Only looks like you don't know
Which way your head's on

Some of us live just
To create beauty, or else
Die in the attempt

Beauty is… itself
Regardless of they eyes of
Beholders thereof

Pick, make a choice of
What you want to be, that we
Then can see you as

Your sex life is none
Of Anybody's business;
Don't talk about it.

Relax when you fall
'Cause if you're tense when you hit
Something's gonna break

I can still do this
Maybe even still do that
Not nearly dead yet

Ice cream, popcorn, nuts
Henry's, selling the good things
Candy, comic books…

When you run out of
I-can-still-do-that's, then it's
Time to pack it in


What is, surely is,
What seems just might be, but then
…When you think of it…

Pointing the ideal,
What society needs is
A new Messiah

Here's how it is, world
Straight from the mouthpiece of God
Revelation spoke

You're creative, eh?
What did you devise today
We can take away?

As humans we all
Choose respectability
No matter our rank

Not made corporeal
The Messianic Spirit
Inhabits us all

Wanting expression
The Messianic Spirit
Resides in the soul

Search within yourself
The Messianic Spirit
Implores arousal

Arousing the mind
Humanity's own conscience
Stirs undertaking

Go. Behave yourself
Just as though your afterlife
Depended on it


Take the other road...
Cease to be who you might have,
Had you stayed at home


The lessons you learn
Are not always the same ones
School thinks it's teaching


The things I had thought
Were important at the time
It turned out were not


Trivia mattered,
Not what I deemed relevant,
Much to my surprise


Brood not on winter
Shorter days, lights fading, nor
The coming of death


The one who knows not
And knows not that he knows not
Is an arrant fool


Life in a state of
Uncomfortability…
Hey, it beats dying.


Serve society...
Confer kindness, on those who
Are closest to you


Something's to be said
For ending up exactly
Where you started out...


Aspire to wisdom
Contributing to the world's
New paths to travel


I was John Henry
For most of my life, but here:
Henry Francisco


Neither a mover
Nor a shaker, Lord, did I
Ever want to be


Maybe I'm Jewish.
I get along much better
With Jews than Gentiles


If no God exists
There is, alas, no "God's Law"
Except in spirit


Lo! God must take some
Credit or blame, if you pray
And He gives – or not...


I can't get used to
The ultimate concept of
Dying. Do we go…


Somewhere else or come
Back here for more of the same?
Encore would be nice...



Tall dark and handsome
Always seems to get the girl.
(Hmph. First impressions)



Ice Cream Store childhood,
Flavor: "You can't be ser'ious"
Life is but a toy


Read "Crime Does Not Pay"
That could lead one anywhere...
Life's a comic book


Rock Hudson's sex life
None of anyone's business
Ditto yours and mine


Made ev'ry mistake
Yet I've survived until now
How 'bout that for luck...


All of life you  know
Happens in your constant mind
Not so your body


There are no limits
To which imagination
Permits our going


In other words, you
Can contemplate anything
Worth doing – or not


Like changing the world
Using available tools
In a diff'rent way


Let us be as one
Yoke our spirits together
For life's survival


The world beckons change...
Thrust to accommodate it
Now, while time remains


Eschew violence
The internet is the sword
For spreading The Word

Blow your nose today
Your fingers go right on through
The tissues (cheap junk!)

I believe, alright;
It's just that I don't accept
The way that you do


Our worlds don't need more
Diversion, but yearn to be
Told just what to do

Look around, decide
Find a niche, inhabit it
Learn to live within

Life is like playing
The piano, just feel, find 
The right keys and push

There's a time and place
To do just what you're thinking
(When and where's the rub)

Think it up, write it,
Publish on the World Wide Web
See who notices…

What you're thinking up
Find out if it works, then go
Sell it to the world


Fantasies aren't sins
In spite of what you might think
So dream what you want


Thinking and doing
Two diff'rent things completely
Note the distinction


Comes a time when Death
Backs you into a corner
No out. Go along…


Go, surprise yourself*
Explore your creative side
*Not to mention, us…


Is it wrong to kill
That which harms the world?
Who decides then, what "harm" is?


Rain falls down on us
Flows downhill to rivers, seas
Rising to air, clouds


We play our life tunes
Improvising upon them
Lo! Finding new riffs


Find something to do
Beyond observing others
Go play in life's game


Life comes like the rain
Drip drip on the windowsill
Falling thence to earth


Lived on the same block
But then we were miles apart
In how we thought, did


Alex Fekula

The ultimate party guy
At Psi Upsilon


The Haiku Challenge:
Who can make the most sense
Three lines seventeen


Five syllables first
Aiming for profundity
Then settle the hash


Just hold up your side
Of any conversation
By acknowledging


Society’s not
"What you gonna do for us?"
– Just the opposite...


Pursuing stardom:
Lifetime preoccupation
That rarely pays off


Drop leaflets to send
Suggestions of better ways
Bombs just won't do it


Fence off Ebola
On an island far away
'Til a cure is found


So, which is stronger
A plague or an idea?
No match? Think again


Why shilly-shally?
Don't we have technology
For spreading the word?


Wait! Think about it
Who's smarter? Us or the germs?
So then, hop to it


American bane:
Kids! Smart-asses playing tricks
(Naught better to do?)


Take the dough from bombs
Spend it on education
Inspire, don't destroy


Our good qualities
Outshine those of which we should
Be truly ashamed


"Those" folks are humans
Fight nihilism with concepts
Spoke within their grasp


To be an artist
At whatever you do, just
Think up better ways


Don't keep it secret
That better way you thought up
Tell it to the world


Come on, think of it,
A choice: be tortured to death
Or just beheaded?


The violent game:
Think, is it worth the hurt to
Satisfy the crowd?


Now ev'rybody
Googles ev'rybody else
Nosy sorts are we


Something will kill us
If not Ebola then what
Lurks around the bend


Making love is fun
Till you find out it's incest
Then it becomes sin


The day, upon us
Demands we do something, ere
Life passes us by


How deep is the lake
Of one's emotions which lie
Only at bottom


In water we have
That which quenches, washes, cools
Threatens if not watched


God has many worlds
Over which to watch, so why
Should He favor ours


When the brain stands still
And the muscles stop working
Only the soul lives


Art is the outlet
Sought by the young, but denied.
Rival: survival


It's all in the past
But it got stuck in your craw
Let it blow away…


You can do something
Very few are able to:
Make sense in three lines


Sickness: a bother
From which you might recover.
Death, another tale…


If you had to choose

Who you would let reproduce
(Mentally select…)


I think I'm done now
This is all you're gonna get
If it's not enough…


Art is visual
Writing is literal but
Both can speak ideas



Teaching the faithless
How to think for themselves is
A job for prophets


If, as some believe
Heaven is right here on earth
Are you getting yours?


Think to cut and run
Before you get too involved
Lest you must commit


Suicide: The most
Democratic form of self-
Determination


Educating docs
Needs to be gratis to those
Who can qualify


Self-determining
Is a matter of option
Coupled with desire


What to leave behind?
Thought? Money? Collectibles?
Or just memories…


There's a better way
No matter what you're doing
(Open the portals)


If you're an artist

Be prepared to go too far
Stretching the limits


To have dimension
Each phase of life must have more
Than simply breathing


We measure it all
How many, much, high, low, deep?
Then what, distribute?


Music hath its charms
Soothing up the savage beast
What? Teach him to dance?


When you have become
More afraid of life than death
Alas! Time to go…


Friends, to the artist:
A classic waste of his time
Better spent doing


Why are we surprised
When the news is nothing new
Just ads plus promos


Why are we surprised
When "Made in America"
Lies in our faces


Why are we surprised
Girls can throw fastballs and curves?
We know they have them…


Why are we surprised
Waves are higher, rising tides?
Earth is fighting back


Why are we surprised
When our children join ISIS?
Adventure beckons…


Why are we surprised
Young girl checks out on Uzi
Kills her first victim


Why are we surprised
At flauntings of opulence
No matter the source


Why are we surprised
When drugs o'ertake children's lives
Replacing parents


Why are we surprised
That doctor advertises?
(Gold in them thar ills)


Why are we surprised
That healthcare is expensive?
(Your cash or your life)


Why are we surprised
When people are smarter than
We judge them to be


Why are we surprised
At what is done in our name
When we didn't vote


Why are we surprised
When folks who once were civil
Become savages


We blunder blithely
While our lakes are cesspools of
Runoff and sewage


Education costs…
Doc charges an arm and leg
To fix your tum-tum


I have but three lines
To convey significance
So… It's In Your Face!


Ah, altruism,
The gold standard of caring,
A do-gooder's guide...


I've led a charmed life
Survived despite my blunders
(Must be a reason…)


Don't look now but you
Might be falling off a cliff
With no parachute


Don't look now but you
Might be in for a surprise
That will change your life


Docs don't advertise
Drug makers do it for 'em
Either way, we pay


Flashes of brilliance
Indicate veins of precious
Mine-able logic


When in "Rome" do as
The Romans do, i.e., be
As though you lived there


Is Rome any place
Where you can do as Romans?
What's that anyway?


Never took advice
Nonetheless lived long enough
To give it. Lucky.


Let's get something straight:
There is no them – only us.
Human Beings. Folks.


Abandon culture
Adopt the ways of the new
Just to get along


Believe what you want
Stop proselytization
The world will survive


Trapped in a body
That doesn't work anymore
I compose Haiku


Spread the religion
Not by the sword, fool, but by
Internet e-mail


The Bible's next book
Consists of the Haiku Truth
As it is today


Sleep please come quickly
Let me enter your dream scape
Reality gone…


The human body
Is a producing machine:
Work, ideas, kids


Imagination,
Lets us think in the abstract
But then… what we think…


God speaks through you too;
Therefore think: "What would God say?"
Then go write that down


Look ahead, time drags;
Thinking back– "Where went the years?"
Exist in the now…


Suicide is said
To be the most genuine
Form of self-censure


Happy Birthday… Now
Recall "How the years shot by."
Look ahead, prepare…


It's not like it was
Nor what might be whenever;
Regard life here now


Words only spell out
Ideas of what is or not
The do-ing remains


Spring forth with ideas
Cast them out over airwaves
Watch them come to life


If we wish for things
To happen, and they seem to,
Check, see who's in charge


Cyberspace, alas
Isn't the world of free thought
But controlled viewpoint


Go forth, check, see if
What's there is what seemed to be
Or but promises


We live where we are
Plus where we would seem to be
In our inner thoughts


Look back, note how fast
The years went; now look ahead
Act accordingly


It's the first day of
The rest of your life, so hey,
Make the most of it


Here's a bit o' news:
Things never are quite the same
As you thought they were


How fast went the past;
Bank on now to go as swift.
Act accordingly


God is now and here
Don't be deceived by something
That might be then, there


God is still making worlds
Like ours – Even better ones
(Perfecting the art)


Contemplate ceilings
Above which there's only sky:
Space with no limit


One is oft inspired
To write down points of logic
Disguised as poems


Explore inner space
Existing across your mind
Think limitlessly


The essence of life:
Intercourse variations
How being happens


Go here or go there?
Get this or get that? Decide.
(The choices of life)


How much? How many?
How well? How far? How High? Low?
Lucky us. Choices…


Electric gizmos
Rule our lives now. So, could we
Exist without them?


Without helping aids
We exist in a forest
Of actual things


There are some things that
Need to be said, so writers
Set them forth in print


Go, aim for wisdom
Write down thoughts conveying

sense.
See where that leads us


Some kill their neighbors
Because their God is diff'rent
(Murder for theory)


Even God is shocked
By what is done in His name
Enslavement, murder…


My dream doesn't die.
'long as the dream stays alive
I keep breathing too


Heaven is here, now…
Then comes icing on the cake:
Afterlife – With God


Zoom! went your whole life
Looking back it seems that way
So plan while you can


"Fragile!" "Delicate!"
Covers protect ev'rything
(Reality too!)


Humanity floods,
We kick the can down the road
While one still exists…


Whose God? Mine? Yours? Theirs?
We agree there's only one.
Playing diff'rent roles


Music bespeaks class
If you play "classy" music;
If not, the other…


Life has to move fast
Or your genes feel neglected
(A sign of the times)


Plight of idealists:
Seeking the world's absolutes
Though they're rarely found


Please pass these words on
You with influence above
(You know who you are)


Contrive to perform
In right places at right times
For success to bloom


When things go awry
Consider it opportune
To try radical…


Escapades occur…
Records beget memories
(Posterity's gems)


Seek ye The Ideal
Search in every corner
Do not be deterred


There is only one
Of any ideal you seek
Jewel of your life


Humanity needs
Idealists who will show
Destiny's highway


The most powerful
Weapons at our disposal
Lie within our minds


Not to controvert
Whether God exists or not
Act accordingly


Ev'ryone has brains
Go, use yours to make something
Besides a living


The savants agree
Wars destroy the mines of minds
Crushing openings


Reflect, Improvise
Ideas beget progress
Have them fearlessly


Toil in the vineyard
Pick the grapes, fight off the bugs
Develop, invent


Stand up to drivel
Facing the consequences
Call it what it is


Women of the world
Unite, communicating,
Reject oppression


Thought involves process
Summoning use of logic
To reach conclusions


Within your own mind
Shut out the shouts of the world
Coming to reason


Choc'late cake, chili,
Corn-on-the-cob, griddle cakes,
Mexican sundaes


Get up, into it,
Ev'rybody, get involved
Otherwise… Accept


Oh, love me to death
Lest I perish all alone
Wanting for your warmth


Ain't it good to you
This life you seem to possess
Don't throw it away


Stand up, say your piece
Lest you get left in the dust
Unrepresented


There is but one God
How you worship, if you do
Is your own business


Trying ev'rything
Left me with experience
I pass on to you


Look up, down, around
See what exists there, and form
Your own conclusions


What's mental illness?
Isn't it the belief that
"My God beats your God?"


There is but one God
God's rules and God's promises
Exist in our minds


To human problems
Revolutionaries pose
Novel solutions


Creativity:
Over-rated quality
(Ev'ryone has it)


Notions are conveyed
When Haiku gets personal
Cornering credence


Tossed into a world
Ill-prepared to handle life
One improvises


Writing down your thoughts
Making something out of naught
Aye, there's a fancy


When you're old, you'll find
This is what dying is like
Get lucky. Go quick.


Achievement is fine.
Making it the point of life
Is futility


Life is all about
What you get to do in it,
Not what you achieve


Once you're a cripple
Ev'rything then is fair game
From your lofty perch


One does many things
Some of them well, some not so
But, that one does them…


Go write, compose, rhyme,
Snatch some perspectives from naught:
Your musings, airs, thoughts.


Capture perspectives
Then write, compose, rhyme, publish
Those you think have worth


You'll never grow old
If, with outlook directed
You open your mind


Outlooks unconstrained
Give a total spectrum view
(Opportunities!)


Ceilings co-exist
For protection and control
Floors then for support


If you had to choose
Achievement? Experience?
Which then would it be?


You're not grown up 'til
You become who you will be
And if never? Fine!


In league with your thoughts?
Loneliness: a state of mind
Only you can cure


Clouding of the mind
Sometimes brings new clarity
To erstwhile outlooks


Amazing Grace is
Oft shown to those who seek it
Working miracles


Sweet to some folks is
Simply less than the sour taste
Of mistakes they've made


Wretchedness pervades
Societies that ignore
Guiding the less apt


Songs that tell feelings
Commit the delivery
To sincerity


What's stuck in your craw's
Oft' worth communicating
In poetic guise


Prefer make believe
To a reality that
Pretends importance


Items pass thru us
From one end to another
Digested between


Brains harbor substance
Containing it for the nonce
Until it's needed


What is "decency?'
The "Golden Rule" hath said it
(Begging refinement)


No Heaven or Hell…
If this were the only life
Could "decency" rule?


Human resilience
Snaps us back from perils that
Would pull us to doom


God would be surprised
At what is perpetrated
By human stand-ins


Naught but here and now
Is the net effect of what
We believe and do


Believe what you want
Yet, assume there is no one
Here on Earth but us


Protection? Granted,
Walls are built to enclose us
(From which externals?)


Cuteness offers much
To utilize when you are
Up against a wall


"Look before you leap"
"What you see is what you get"
(Don't forget to change…)


To do or to write
Which is the more rewarding?
(To you or to them…)


Fancy in your mind
What your Heaven would be like:
Are you sure it's there?


Think on a subject
Then say something about it
From your point of view


Some airs are meant for
Breathing, some for putting on
Some just for playing


If you burn each bridge
The road goes only forward
Across new rivers


Pretty things can lift
Spirits as long as they last
…And that includes both


Ideas gob-smack you
A lift above complacence
To stunning import!


Hands' dexterity
Take us to levels of art
Fathomed by fancy


Love's inspiration
Lifts life's enthusiasm
To piquant extremes


Improvisation
Within life's structures can blaze
Unknown pathways forth


Endless parades of
Viewpoint and speculation
Beg our scrutiny


To the spirit world
Where many souls float about
Newborn lives beckon


Reincarnations
Of many diff'rent spirits
Can live within us


Lie thee down and think
Of what might be if only
A way could be made


Things set forth in print
Lend a legitimacy
To their perceptions


Thoughts swim consciousness
Glowing with erudition
Begging to be fed


Books shall be no more
When thought can be transmitted
Directly (If e'er)


Will the assurance
That God exists ever come
Beyond one's own faith?


Round and round we go
In a world spinning beyond
What we might control


Maintaining restraint
Of life in a bad milieu
Requires diligence


Sex: recreation
And procreation to bring
New generations


Our Democracy:
Founded by idealists
Hijacked by cynics


The naive nation
Buying ev'ry new notion
(No skeptics be we)


Pain is part of life
So avoid it if you can
Or "Offer it up"


Tiptoe to the edge
To experience limits
Where dark perils lurk


The shadows of life
Hide details that inhibit
Possibilities


Paint pictures using
"The art of the possible"
Sans regard for scorn


Lo! What is art but
Using imagination
To create notions


Setting forth one's thoughts
On subjects for all to see
Begets eminence


No taboo subjects,
Nothing then beyond the pale,
Let's consider all

 
So there! Take this life
,

Then do with it what you will
Mine its ups and downs


Way back in your mind
There is a you that will be
Able to fare all


Deep within your soul
Resides a Divinity
You can access now


What you are doing
Can e'er be improved upon
By creative thought


Life's an ice cream store
Made for the having of fun
Tasting of flavors


Sex: Act I – Prologue
Developing in Act II,
Denouement in III


When you're all alone
Warble on your instrument
Assault the silence


Is war obsolete?
Depending on Faith moreso?
Law works, but then, whose?


It is written, true
But of that set down for all,
How many observe? M


Someone must do it:
Go lecture humanity,
Take on the issues M


Whatever you do
Make use of the tools you have
Manipulate life M


When you've done your do's
Continue on, write them down.
Experience speaks!


Be alert for a
Contagion of ideas
That might alter thought


The life of Henry
Entering the great wind-down
Death slyly peeking


Romance leads us past
Hopelessness, lest we succumb
To melancholy


Desolation loves
Dejection, so improve your
State of mind, posthaste

The music of life
Whose harmonies might not fit
Plays on anyway


Tall buildings might hold
Short answers to life's hurdles
With medium gains


A view exposing
Intimate situations
Invites secrecy


See what you can see
Learn what you can learn and then
Put them to good use


Old people ought list
The wisdoms gained in living
For the good of all

 
There are episodes
You're lucky to have survived
Give thanks, change your ways


No trumpets will sound
When you put forth objectives
Save for in your mind


We find our own moods
In the circumstances which
Somehow find us first


When we walk about
We find new destinations
Materialize


When we look ahead
We perceive new horizons
Beckon us draw nigh


Nearer one's own God
Is found eternity where
Life proceeds anew


Spaces exist where
Abstractions beg hearing
Inner voices cry


In pursuit of of truth
One faces up to mirrors
That reveal the self


Windows grant seeing
Without experiencing
What lies external


In poking within
One finds nuggets and fungi
From which to choose life


Share your treasure trove
For appropriation by
Opportunistics


Words pollute music
Tunes debilitate logic
Ne'er the two should meet


Take any subject
Try to say something profound
Ending up useful


All of the planet
Belongs to each of us in-
Dividually


Love is dangerous;
Its implications often
Connote commitment


Walls that protect us
Often insulate us from
Beneficial thought


Words get in the way
Of thoughts while hearing music
Where notions abide


Light serves its purpose
As counterpoint to darkness
"Oh say can you see?"


Melodies abound
Like hanging fruit for picking
By lyrical souls


Door opens a crack
Reveals a partial picture
Of that which might be


Angles betray what
From a diff'rent perspective
Might be something else


Hidden crevasses
Could conceal treasures of note
Dark profundities


Even sinners get
Divine inspirations to
Do the proper thing


"Why didn't I then?"
Rings hollow when it's too late.
Seize the moment now.


When I was a child
I was Henry Francisco
And him I remained


If you believe
The world can be saved
Then the only question is how


Serious subjects
Need to be tackled today
And dealt with for e'er


The older you get
The more memories you have
Make sure they're good ones


Playing the piano
Is all about knowing which
Keys to push and when


How do dentists brush?
They plainly see things we don't
So pray tell us now


Don't be looking back
Yeah sure, there's lots you "should've."
Think of what's to come


Light the way ahead
With knowledge and counseling
Plunge forth to kismet


Meet some new people
Absorb viewpoints not your own
Broaden your purview


Listen intently
To the harmonies of life
How they clash or square


"Seizing the day" means
Much more than just waking up
It's exploitation


Warning! "Way beyond!"
 You've ventured to the point where
There's no going back


Messages appear
Along life's way to tell you
Proceed or rein in

How to be alone:
Think something original,
Tell it to skeptics


How to do penance:
Grow old, remember your sins
Forgo atonement


If the keys to life
Don't fit the locks presented
Make some adjustments


Cyberspace holds all
That there is to know, and yet
More remains to get


What a waste of life
Indulging in the pleasures
Not feeling the pain


Have you got a plan?
Do you foresee success, or
Will you take what comes?


When you have nothing
Give yourself to ev'rything
Something will come up


I've done so much bad
I feel as though I must do
Something constructive


All that has happened
To me is my own damn fault
(Character defect)


I try to make up
For my own deficiencies
By writing ideals


In living your life
Don't be satisfied with less
Try a bit harder…


Something is burning–
People power longing to
Attract attention


Waves transmit the news
Directly through open air
To attentive minds


The soul e'erlasting
Hovers around the body
Till it is no more


In playing piano
There are no mistakes, just
Notes leading to tones


The Victor Follies
We've young girls and guys plenty
Let's put on a show


Chairs beckon sitters
Beds sleepers, floors promenades
… Ascribed purposes


What you came in with
Then how you used it for good
That's the take-away


Life is about fun
Having it, making it work
For the duration


Inspiration comes
To those who seek it and will
Put it to good use


Laughter, a device
With which we acquiesce to
Whatever happens


Answers will appear
To those who seek to find them
In the right places


New music comes forth
In your humming, whistling, e'en
In your ear unsung


Just sit and think, then
What will come to mind - Surprise:
You'll have an "Aha!"


Brush after you eat
Save your teeth for later on
You're gonna need 'em


Keep using widgets
Until they are all worn out
'Ere choosing others


A kind of advice
Better than how to succeed
Is how not to fail


New Biblical text:
The book of The Plausible
Read it 'fore you die



Alone with your thoughts
You ruminate on the past
Put it to good use


You have to give up
All the things that are harmful
If you want to live



Kicked the extra point
Caesar Montevecchio
Wound up in the joint


Life goes by so fast
You hardly have time to blink
Keep your eyes open


If you don't want to
Learn anything anymore
Just try to conclude


As your life proceeds
Look back, view all your mistakes
And where you went right


Consider your hands
What they do, how they do it
Utility wins!


Consider your feet
Where they go, how they get there
To what ends they lead


Your life is flashing
Right before your very eyes
Future realized


Henry Francisco
Had an opportunity
To be somebody


"No God, no Heaven."
Non-believers try to get
All they can right here


How much do you need
To buy the happiness you
Think you ought to have?


After you get rich
Is rich-er an apt option?
Consider others?


Talent for something
Is simply proclivity
To work hard at it


To Hell with all pride
Shred the bonds of dignity
Opt for realism


What you lack in strength
You can compensate for with
Imagination


Idealists are not
End seekers, but forgers-forth
Toward perfection


The best of one's life
Is forever yet to come
In this fate or next


Waves break on the shore
Then creeping back under toe
They rise oe'r and o'er


Foes of religion:
Logic. Rationality.
What can be proven.



Containers of things
Weigh in by their density.
(Philosophies too)


Promises of now
Oft become anticlimax
When futures happen


Flat planes give full view
To what's happening above
While lower depths roil


Frames, formalizing
That which they are built around
Confer soundness


One life objective
Is to have as much fun as
You possibly can


One person's fun is
Another one's work, but then
It's all perspective


You who don't believe
In an afterlife, just wait,
I'll be in touch, when…


If you're a writer
You are who you say you are
In what you put forth


Something of value
To contribute to the world
–An aspiration


A New Truth for now:
Path to take to salvation
Of the world we know


Bienvenido!
To the Church of the New Truth
A path to pursue


Beyond religion
Into daily behavior–
The beckoning path


Everybody gets
The chance to bequeath something
Before passing on


Thoughts of novelists
Lie in juxtapositions
Of Their characters


Here’s a big surprise:
Obstinacy, not talent
Oft can save one’s life


Existence entails
Choosing paths then to pursue…
Following where led


Inevitably
Bowed by blurred moral vision
We can choose wrong paths


Avoidable harm
Springs forth from the rude touch of
Terrible surprise


“Who am I?” you ask
“Who I don’t pretend to be”
Surely the answer


God’s admonition:
“You’re not what you think you are;
I chose you to be.”


Repellent living:
Where nothing keeps its promise,
All’s perishable


“Unique perspectives”
(Something quite unusual
To the TV eye)


From birth to death’s been
A series of adventures,
So, off to new worlds…


Books transmit values;
Probe common humanity,
Thus paths from or to…


Nothing comes from naught
Nor goes anything away
Thus: Tear down to build


Scribes vandalize lives
To provide material
For essays and po’ms


Writers turn their lives
Into artistic fodder
(And those they meet too)


What you can behold
Comprises here, now, but scout
From this point forward…

Organize being.
Present a certain structure
As part of your day


Learn productively
What will contribute to life
As you find it now


Produce something new
From the raw material
Of which life is made


Respect others' thoughts
Wander among the ideas
Mine their benefits


Others' thoughts and things
Deserve all of your respect
Treat them as your own


Reason. Think things out
Beyond the superficial
Pursue subtleties


Conserve the vitals
That make up the life we find
Reproduce its souls


Share nature's bounty
Made available to all
Who would use it well


Solve the conundrums
Besetting society
Making life better


Change, from within, or
Without if necessary
Leaving improvement


What's more important,
That which we produce here, now
Or what's left behind...


One tests and observes
What passes or goes awry,
Cure-ables are fixed


Row, row, row your boat
Gently, merrily downstream
Life is but a dream


To be a writer
Access your insanity
And proceed from there


Two odd points of view:
Life – a good-natured joke, or
Just a nasty prank?


As a point of need
You are not born creative
But you become so


Life in a wheelchair
No fun, but it makes you think...
As opposed to act


Drugs need be legal
So you know what you're taking
Then death is by choice


Need is the parent
Of your creativity
Far from your blood lines


I buy all my clothes
Except socks and underwear
At the next-to-new


O spirit within
Help to guide my current life
To constructive ends


Building upon blocks
Already provided me
By mortal bounty


From the present day
To a worthy conclusion
Thence to my reward


Natural rhythm
Is what you've got, but I have
The kind that's acquired


Which one is better?
The kind that you develop
Into a cadence.


Get a good night's rest
To put the past behind you
Tomorrow is new


My soul's a virgin
Inhabiting a body
Here for the first time

Nobody likes me
Everybody hates me
Guess I'll go eat worms


Big fat juicy ones
Itty bitty skinny ones
See'em wiggle and squirm


I bite off the heads
And suck out all the juice, then
Throw the skins away


Old geezer pissing:
Urinate in dribs and drabs
(At least it comes out!)


Kiss me one more time
Before I pass away, love
While my lips are warm


Life partner, kiss me
Another time 'fore I die
While my spirit lives


God speaks in your mind
Put there by other voices
Whose own minds believe


A Haiku Poem:
The perfect mechanism
To impart wisdom


George Cohan called life
“A Funny Proposition”
(You can bet on that)


Rather than grow up
I remained ever the boy
That I am today


Medicare: A doc
For the old and sick people
Whose health is failng


Our ears liven up
To a wisp of melody
Floating on the air


Heather on the hill
Rising to the occasion
Meeting life head-on


Prospects of dying
Other than by my own hand
Seem unthinkable


Your workplace beckons
Whether you like it or not
— Better to like it…


Entice new Viewpoints
With thoughtful words and actions
Displayed publicly


We’re free to perform
A bricolage of actions
To make life better


I ain’t gonna do
This or that, even if you
Beg me on your knees


Lie horizontal
Thoughts come to mind that might not
When you’re vertical


If you don’t “become”
Then you’ll never have to “be”
And you can seem on…


Macht nichts what’s written
If you will but read and think
You’ll be the wiser


Don’t make the mistake
Of imagining you’re more
Than you really are


Still alive, near dead
Ruminating, composing
(Thought wards off demise)


Sought variety
So I tried ev’rything once
What’s left? Well . . . dying


Do consider that
“Verboten” place in you mind
(Hey, only dreaming . . .)


Things acquired mean less
Than knowledge gained over time
And then transmitted


Stare at life’s blank screen
Then cast your own characters:
A play, starring you . . .


One does not “become”
Alone, without life’s helpers
‘Long the fearsome path


Walls inhibit life,
Contain, crowd it within bounds
Begging surmounting


We need be equal
With all of our equipment
To mine life’s answers


Doors seal off spaces
We might want to get into
thus beg unlocking


A chair is to sit
Desk to work, table to eat
Things are to be used


The ceiling’s above
And floor’s below, walls surround
Our lives are contained


I’ll be hangin’ ‘round
See what they do with my corpse
After I be dead


Try to do something
That might help to change the world
go ahead, dream on. . .


We soldier on in
A crippled society
Do the best we can


We begin simply;
Life’s rhythms complicate us,
Make us cynical


Life’s music plays on. . .
You come upon a Rhythm
That suits you, now dance


“It had to be you”
Meet the inevitable
Fin’lly come to pass


Firmly committed
You’re heavily invested
No going back now. . .


Draped o’er all our lives
Wires tune us in to power
Sans which we perish


Look! See how your hands
Reflect the activity
For which you use them


Brighten up your soul
With considerations of
What might come to be


The Boardwalk Empire
Is laden with treachery
At every level


Ev’rything exists
In our imagination
Thus under control


Electronics thrive
On humans’ ability
To keep them going


Government holds us
Up at the times we need it;
Down in our excess


To the sounds of life
We kneel, though somewhat able
To moderate them


The insistent past
Pounds at the doors of our minds
“Let me in! I count!”


Go where? What to do?
The future is never clear
A gamble at best


Gamble the future. . .
Pick the horse you want to win
Or play trifecta


Light through the window…
Sun shines on piano keys
Igniting a tune


We breathe of the air
Drink of the water, trusting
That they give us life


Performance: the proof
That there is something within
Worth demonstrating


Advice of others. . .
When to take it, when to not:
Dilemmas of life


Brushes clean us up
Lead us to a Fuller life
(Legend had it once)


Machines rule our lives
Make everything go when on
¿Under our control?


We thrive in boxes
With security code locks;
(Then no one can see)


Speakers tell it all
Truth, lies, tergiversations
We hear, act/ignore


Life’s so myster’ious
Just a bowl of cherries, yo
Don’t take it ser’ious


“Life is but a dream”
Funnybooks say it perfect
In vivid cartoon


The outlet in doubt
Brings naught but tribulation:
Unpredictable


Open the portal
Peer, take note of what’s within
Make your assessments


The older you get:
More frequent dental visits.
‘Last. . . pull ‘em all out


In life, as piano
Playable choices exist:
Melodies. . . rhythms


In ev’ryone’s life
The rhythms knock us about
Scarring our psyches


Melodies soothe us
Patch our scars with beauteous tunes
Lead us by the mind


I was delivered
Of a large bowel movement
Clearing my system


Floors support our weight
Give us limits below which
We Dare not venture


Floors are for trading:
Open arenas with cash
Flowing at full tilt


Floored is what we were!
That is, shocked at what happened
Right there, in plain sight


Floor of the ocean
Deeper than man has gone, yet
Higher than earth’s core


From my floor I can
climb to heights of which I dream,
Scaling walls of doubt


Floor is overlay
Covering on earthen clay
Protecting our feet


Floors are but stories
Levels of life on which we
Pursue existence


Dance floor capers show
That of which we fantasize
Acting out caprice


On the killing floor
Shock! Then a river of blood.
Meat is created


Floor leaders control
Strategies of their party
In House or Senate


Writing is naught but
A form of insanity
For the talented


Economic law:
“Charge what the traffic will bear”
(Collusion’s corrupt)


Doors to afterlives:
Predicted but not proven
To be celestial


To ward off whether,
Simply close the door to it
Ne’er have to decide


Doors open, thus show
New sets of circumstances
With their challenges


Doors yield to money
How far depends on how much
Or wherefrom it comes


Slam the door? What for?
It shuts just as good if you
Ease it into place


Doors are entryways
To inner sanctums of which
We fathom little


The doors to riches
Sometimes have locks that might’nt
Yield to decent keys


Opportunities. . .
Doors operate in or out
Forward or backward


Though quite limited
My sole talent artistic
Still yet I persist


People’s surfaces
Expose but one dimension
Limiting our view


Surface tension tends
To contain itself until
It dries or explodes


When surface mining
We don’t dig deep, ignoring
What might lie beneath


Surface runoff goes
Just where it wants, no matter
Whose bailiwick floods


Surface area:
Obvious, Often hiding
Buried treasure troves


Purge deep, you might find
What surfaces from below
Not what you suspect


Surface structure hides
Underlying eloquence
Oft’ purposely vague


Feeling what we touch
We hope rough surface might bode
Dense meaning beneath


Some musings surface
Of their own accord, un-lured
Infelicitous


Yo! skim the surface
Ride the waves of circumstance
Grab the thrills of life


Henry Francisco
For the first nine years of life
And now for the last. . .


See a rock-bound coast
Behind which an island sits
Inviting study


Climb the rocks of thought;
Looking down, perceive the path
That brought us knowledge


Craggy rocks beget
More durable souls to climb
Nearer to Heaven


Rocky marriages
Frequently lead to burdens
On heads of offspring


Sometimes, on the rocks Beats neat
making the effect
More tolerable


Rocking To and fro,
We sometimes adulterate
good sense with excess


If a meaning seems
Elusive, cryptic, Just Think:
“It means what it means”


Got rocks in your head? Mine them,
Who knows, you might find
Diamonds in the rough


Rock bottom tells you
There’s no place to go but up
A new peak to climb


One rock tumbles down,
An Avalanche is started.
Taking us with it


Going? To what end?
Doing? Are you satisfied?
Life is adventure


Things fit together
If you can engineer them
To their harmonies


Life is fitting in
Finding a niche where one can
Suit talent to work


Fabricating thought
Smoothing over performance
Working out the kinks


Spend part of your day
Working up your joie de vivre
You’re dead without it


Work at what you love
Even though it doesn’t pay
As much as you want


If a plan won’t work
Take an alternate approach
With another tool


Get up! Get going!
If you don’t work at your dreams
They’re just illusions


Get life with “the works”
You can always peel away
What doesn’t suit you


If you work them out
Situations can resolve
To satisfactions


My top half works good
But from belly button down
a daily struggle


Music’s Fakery
Though played interestingly
Massaging the ear


We be what we are
But what can we do with us
Aside from exist?


Made to seem like truth
Good stories are naught but lies
Compellingly told


Art is vivid fraud. . .
Naught but pleasant fakery
Shedding light on life


Music: a sweet lie
Telling us that what we hear
Croons reality


Music is a thief
Stealing us from where we are
To a plane it rules


Proposals abound
Leading ofttimes to action
Repairing frailty


A scheme finds its way
To the heart of innocence
Tainting its nature


A proposition
Is but a hypothesis
Thought out more clearly


The road to success
Is littered with proposals
That never caught on


Need to get it on?
Masturbate on the piano
Play the feel good tunes


Spurred by impulses
We think thoughts, ergo do things
Precipitously


Trembling of the air:
Music touching the body
As well as the mind


Emancipation
Of dissonances occurred
When Shoenberg composed


We shall have no rest
As long as we have not solved
The problems in tones. . . (Schoenberg)


You know, you’ll pass on
But do not believe in death
Thus welcome new life


There are no wrong notes
They just play on and resolve
Into harmonys


There was no bad life
It progressed much by choice and
Became what it did


Life expectancies
Being what they are, we can
Make them suit our needs


Life’s cycles take us
Though battlefields of conduct
Becoming manners


Is life fate, or what?
Are we destined to perform
In plays of others?


Life-or-death is it?
Ev’ry day we choose to go
Forward or backward


Look in the mirror
Do you enact a life - style,
Or mere survival?


How many lifetimes
Can be crammed into one soul
Depends on outlook


Hey, it’s only life
You live you die, so think how
You’re gonna do it


Life begins at nought
Goes to ought-to, resolving
In thought, thence a plot


If you're creative
You will find a medium
That suits your talents


What is the point of
Writing a pleasant story
they read and forget?


Music goes forthwith
To the soul, not pausing to
Be read by the mind


Music is a hike:
Wandering in the forest
Of sounds and textures


Ride the waves of sound:
Tunes that carry you along
To fanciful depths


Music’s instruments
Present euphonious airs
To discerning ears


Musical godsend:
Harmonic diversity
Vibrating the ear


I’ve spent a lifetime
Acquiring experience
To write about now


More of life’s to live
So don’t dwell on your failures
Purge them and move on


Purge yourself of doubt
Strike out for the ultimate
At which you’re gifted


I've e'er been the sort
Who likes being where I am
Keen on status quo


To a naif like me
Ev'rything's an adventure
Including old age


Life's ice cream cab'nets
Boasted assorted flavors
I tasted them all


Hey, what do you think:
Life: a good natured joke, or
Just a nasty prank?


Does it e'er occur
To you righteous people that
You just might be wrong?


That things you thought were...
Were not, ev'rything being
Topsy-turvy, what...


How would you react
If you suddenly found you
Were on the wrong track?


Once in awhile comes
An original voice, with
A new point of view.


But Now, attention

Is the name of the game, so

A vile act results


So now I fin'lly
See things as they are, and not
How I wished they'd be


Getting to my feet
Each time is an adventure
Unlike younger days…


Catholicism
Forsakes creativity
For those who conform


Complicated world…
Requiring one's commitment
On many levels


At the end of life
All who can, should write a book
Telling how it is


Had no time for sports
Being HIM kept me busy
Henry Francisco


Best not to dwell on
Ev'rything that you did wrong
'Fore you pass away


I had to become
A new and diff'rent person
And didn't know who


Not Elmer Gantry
I coulda been somebody
In Erie, PA.


Did the hardest thing
Of anyone in my class
Tricks off the high board


Off the diving board
Me, Tricks, half-gainers
"Whew!" Well, that's over


On to newer tricks
Staying in The Wharton School
Avoiding the draft


A bratty rich kid
But not rich. Just to keep up,
Tried to act the part


Being so naive
It's conform or rejection:
Survive the milieu


Raised on comic books
To seem the same but better
One cheated a bit


God has many Realms
Thus only a limited
Speck of time for yours


Time, then, is progress
Or regress, no standing still
Go save your own world


A Philosophy
Just like an eternity
Only goes so far


Ne'er wanted to do
Just one thing all of the time
Too much like the store


My friends called my pop
Old philosopher Henry
I just called him Dad


Happiness, talent?
Artist chases harmony.
(Perfection, alas)


The Book of Henry
From a narrow point of view
Dealing with all things


I'm poet, know it
Ev'rything I say in rhyme
And also rhythm


Writing is naught but
Slowing down readers' thinking
To the speed of pen


The writer decides
Magnification, looking
From his perspective


Haiku is a leaf
Bearing a fresh new idea
Floating to earth's pond


Mister Dilettante
Tasted everything in life,
Never ate his fill


Have all of the fun
Sans responsibility;
Ah, the perfect life…


Living on the edge
On the verge of falling down:
"The End Of Life Blues"


So now I fin'lly
See things how they are, and not
How I wished they'd be


Of hiding I know
Behind new identity
Just nine blocks away


Purged of life itself
Coming down to the end now
No bridge left unburned


Death comes tomorrow...
What will you have left behind?
Something substantial?


Playing piano:
Master the "thumb-under" move
Along with triads


In my dreamland I'm
A pianist and composer
Inventing new tunes


Some night I'll decide
I'm gonna stay in dream land
Bridge to the next life


To live in dreamland
Permanently is my wish
Finally achieved


If I had my choice
Here is how I'd like to die:
Go. Sleep. Don't wake up.


Did a bunch of stuff
I had no business doing
But it was there, so...


A new way to learn
How to play the piano:
Chords, not scales, to start


Not a follower
Nor inclined to leadership
Just want to be me


Here's the idea.
Just create the dialogue.
(Shouldn't be too hard)


Coupla characters
A one-act play, maybe more
Controversial though...


God creates the souls
Men and women make babies
Not at the same rate


More babies than souls
Thus our essences return
Time and time again


After each demise
Heaven's gate requires a choice:
Go in or go back


Each time St. Peter
Explains the alternatives
To new arrivals


The Lord's gatekeeper,
Helps each candidate's spirit
Make the decision


Retire to Heaven
Or wait in purgatory
For the next body


The choice is random
Or go to the end of the line
How democratic


Take a body here
Reincarnation bingo
To go live a life


You think you'd recall
Having existed before,
Ain't gonna happen


But talents survive
Make transitions to the new
Unaware of death


"Think outside the box"
Don't fear exploring unknowns
"Walk on the Wild Side!"


Play a three-note chord:
Three white keys each separate
By a single note


Improvise a tune
To the harmony you'll make
With the three-note chord


Only use white keys
At first to learn mo' better
Play a well-known song


"Hey diddle-dee-dee"
It's a doctor's life for me
Healing the body


Outlaw lobbying!
Take the money interests
Out of Washington!


Ban the Lobbyists!
Their money is ruining
The United States


The Jazz Band players
From the Darktown Strutters Hall
Made it all special


"Occupy Wall Street"
Figure things out now
The way they might be better


For some, things could not

Get better and for others
They couldn't be worse.


Modern Confucius
Is what I'm aiming to be
Making sense today


Go think extra-box...
Forbidden contemplations
...See if there's logic


...Educational
Playing in between the notes
Where the wild tones lurk


"Occupy Wall Street!"
Blog to save all from ruin
Owing to Money


Please, not to worry;
I'll be back, and when I come
You'll recognize me


Erie is best viewed
In luminous retrospect
Having grown up there


Ravel's Bolero
Smooth operator's version
Seduction music


Now that you're retired
What's to do to fill the days?
Well, you make things fit


Man needs a woman
Telling him he's her hero
Not a nincompoop


The person who writes
Is not the who you are, but
The one that might be


Onomodopy:
It sounds like what it's being
Broadcasting pictures


Life's a vacation
Away from what passes for death
When bodies wear out


When's the time to live
If you don't believe in God
Or Heaven? It's now


Life's a bit of fun
Heaven's long on promises
Hell? Let's don't go there


Look at what's coming
Death is a life after all
So don't ignore it


Listen to Mahler
Take a stroll on a green screen
Fill in your own scene


Mahler Symphony
It's like a walk in the woods
Without leaving home


Demagogue wanted
To take over OWS
"Communicator"


I'm saving the world
Trouble is, most people just
Aren't int'rested


The anointed ones -
Some people are just special
With "star" quality


God creates spirits
Humans create more people
Souls? Reusable


Life on 18th Street
Comic books, cowboy movies,
Ice cream and the strap


Grand old tradition -
"They're all nuts" someone said
"The Henry's, I mean."


We, the survivors
Somehow have learned the secret -
How to make it last


Don't need any pills
To counter my excesses.
I just cut them out.


Mahler's music goes
Onward, into the abyss
Without looking back


Why not create jobs
That offenders can work at
For the common good


With a chain and ball
On a little cart attached
Picking up refuse


A sign on his back
Sez: "Your tax dollars at work"
(Con... Paying you back)


Con sorting the trash
Carefully; gets time off for
"Inconsistencies"


The bargain sentence
Five years - Or ten, but bonus:
Time off for "goods found"


There's an item scale
For ounces of contraband
Found in the garbage


Sleeps out ev'ry night
Regardless of the weather
Pack upon his back


The Mork Manual
Of Marijuana healing
Only in your mind


Don't get complacent
Keep on planning all the time
Stay ahead of fate


Overblown beliefs
In personal importance
Keep our hopes alive


This is not junk mail!
One can send fifty per day
(Personal contacts)


We fight for your eyes
To get our message across
Then fire scattershot


The annual cost
Of putting someone in jail:
Forty grand, easy


There is no answer
So, then, put your depression
Into your writing


I do what I can
Not the so-called "possible"
Sure things my oeuvre


We do what we can
And if we're adventurous...
Attempt what we might


To the wherever...
Music takes you on a trip
With the composer


Goodbye everyone
Enjoy the bread, soup, music
And read the Haiku


People long to be squirted
Sprinkled with dew, as it were
The spritzer can be a he or a she,
And the victim a him or a her.


Listen here you all
I got an invitation
To the Kahkwa Club


The Erie In-group
At the Junior Assembly Ball
The deluding dance


If I'd known there was
All that sex available
I'd have been a priest


Survival's about
Figuring out what to do
When it counts the most


Didn't want to learn
But just to experience
All life's offerings


"Won't you think of me
(Song of the broken-hearted)
When I think of you?"


Of course that person
Is wishing they were with you
Far away tonight


In playing music
Ev'rything leads somewhere else
Where you're led to go


Your one faithful friend
Music, always there when you
Need a companion


Fin'lly realized
It's a sad state of affairs
All I've left is me


Use your handkerchief...
Lug your snot in your pocket
(Grand old tradition)


Try to look upon
Life as a long adventure
You a pioneer


The true creative
Won't become mired in a job
Beyond surviving


Tra la la la la
Life is a barrel of fun
Why make it serious?


First we learn to speak
Then to write it down
Why not play it in music?


Wrote movie reviews
Composed a book of music
Thousands of Haikus


Peddled daily news
Picked papers on the roadside
Fin'lly wrote my own


I was butterfly
Cio Cio San tasting flowers
Ev'rywhere in life


Rode my bicycle
All the way to Aunt Mildred's
Got hit by a car


Avoided law school
Worked IBM for a week
Never wanted wings


Learned three languages
English, Spanish, Japanese
Well enough to speak


Lived in Tokyo
New York's "Yorkville" and
Camden New Jersey


Grew up in Erie
Watched the prettiest sunsets
From a Presque Isle beach


Catcher in baseball
Did tricks off the diving board
Round ball in grade school


Became two people
Henry John Francisco first
Then H. John Henry


Peddled newspapers
Sold the Bible in Spanish
Houses in Camden


To BE something, Nah!
But to credibly play it..
Aye, there's life's good fun


Life's a bloomin' ball
And think... You only get one
Make the most of it


I got to fly jets
Wrote articles people read
And played Harold Hill


I was a Psi U
And graduated Wharton
Toured with Mask & Wig


One can play the fool
Not only that but be him
Often in this life


You've reached the stage when
Nobody wants what you have
Then it's time to go


I've been there done that
More things than anybody
Another life awaits


National ID
Cards that show us who we are
And those we are not


God creates the souls
Men and women make babies
Not at the same rate


More babies than souls
Thus our essences return
Time and time again


When at last you see
Naught but life's imperfections
Adjourn to the next


We live in an age
Of things that seem elegant
But really aren't


"Nevermore" saith
The ebony raven high
To the lowly worm


Sing a song of cheer
Christmastime comes once a year
Whew! (Glad that's over)


Prosperity looms
Ev'ry country needs its own
Yule celebration


I wanna get fame
Show all those high school skeptics
Have the final laugh


"Strive" (Umoja) - That means work hard
To learn, know, to educate
Yourself and your own


Umoja (Strive) - Achieve
Don't stop moving till you can't
Budge a new idea


"Strive" (Umoja) - is Unity
Celebrate effort that you
Can put forth daily


"Strive" (Umoja) - Evaluate
Look in the mirror so you'll
Be a better self


Dreary drizzly day
You can just see the water
Hanging in the air


From Dreary Erie
"The mistake on the lake" comes
Henry Francisco


Perfect medium
For a brand new idea
Write it down: Haiku


All have Christmas joy
Dropping our doctrinal guards
We give and take gifts


...Don't think anyone
Enjoys life more than I do
It's an ice cream cone


To bike in Winter
Dress like you're going skiing
Keeping out the cold


When too old to fuck
Cunnilingus is yummy
Tick'ling the hot point


No one's easier
To fool than a person who's
Convinced that he's right


I don't wanna be
There when I die. And it's true:
I'll be somewhere else


What is life to do?
Is it to accomplish or
To experience?


Once ego is borne
Into this world, It has to
Shoulder principles


Bad premonitions
Have an amazingly high
Accuracy rate


There's just a thin line
Separating deepest faith
From intolerance


The older I get
The less deterred I am by
Something "disgusting"


You got leftovers?
Make 'em into bread or soup
Then that's all you eat


Haiku is a seed
Planted to grow in the mind
Of the scrutineer.


Where there exists light
There will also be shadow
Ergo: shadow/light


Where there exists life
Death must also play a role
Polarity rules


Wait long enough and
Ev'rything will come to you
If you don't die first


Just the same as cars
Spirits ride on bicycles;
Maybe even more,


Pedaling away,
Making wheels go 'round and 'round
Generating life,


Which is where you'll find
Activity, existence,
Remembering, us.


Sandbox pianist
Building musical castles
Under them, tunnels


Improbables rule
In a world where dreams abide
Reality waits


The thing about fire
Is its ever-changing-ness
Rude pyrotechnics


Comes to a point now
I done worn out all my friends
If e'er pals they were


Mahler pushes on
Takes music to the limits
Of the Classical


After you are gone
With whom will I be able

To descend to the

Same low level of
Cynicism where we went
Betimes, and then some


Don't stop creating
Just because Cain killed Abel.

Life goes on. Death not.


Enjoyed the moments
I've got the greatest memories
Never ventured far


Alcohol? Pot? Drugs?
Take just enough so it won't
Affect your judgement


"Haikus! A quarter!"
Enter a subject and out
Comes an epigram


Make sure what you do
Is fun for you; after all
What's gonna be next?


If there is no God
Nor Heaven or afterlife
Look at all you missed


It isn't the speech
Nor even the idea
But how it's expressed


What things must you do
Completely by feel, blindly?
Pick your nose, wipe your...


Okay hero, fine;
But what are you doing now
That the war's over?


Listen to music
Melody, harmony rule
Rhythm's but adjunct


"Mister Henry, I
Ain't no dumb nigger, you know,"
Said Willie to me.


Still, muffled aspect -
Eerie quietness of snow.
Behold Wintertime!


Trying to construct
An alternate universe
(Is it playing God?)


I could never see
The point of competition
"I can piss farther..."


Any kind of drug
Makes you more of what you are
What e'er that may be...


Do you know one note
From another by hearing
It just in your mind?


All the news that fits
Suspension of disbelief:
The Port Whitman Times


You won't want to miss
The Cathedral Prep Minstrels
Satire, Humor, Song


You can't continue
To beat yourself o'er the head
Go, be successful


Not afraid to be
The utter fool, I went and
Clowned my way thru life


Problem of old age:
How to remain relevant
Yet not chaotic


My fav'rite wrestler
Mouse Ulrich, Comedian
Of the high school mat


Alas, computers:
God's gift to the creative.
(Resume from saved point)


Life is too much fun
Why consider something so
Absurd as dying


Failure can be fun:
Plunge into something about
Which you know nothing


Living on the edge
Of discov'ry of myself -
A constant pattern


The appellation "gay"
Has a bad connotation
A swishy inference


If you can play in
The style of Stevie Wonder
You'll just have a ball


Masturbatory
Oh sure, it makes you feel good
As it breaks new ground


The minimalist
Yet the maximum use of
The allotted time


Have you by chance made
The maximum use of your
Small allotted time?


Or are you selling
In spite of what you're thinking,
What the people want?


If drugs were legal
Spelling death to the profit,
They'd do something else


Killing is lethal
Thus, death is not an option
Black Jeopardy is


U.S. ID card
All your personal info
Right in your pocket


John Henry plays God
Purports to solve the problems
Of the Universe


Organize Black Crime
Protect innocent people
Who just want to live

Thank you dear Lord for
Allowing me to survive
Stupid things I've done.


Straighten out your teeth
Your smile is your calling card,
Their first impression.


He spent a whole life
Traveling down the wrong roads
Running after dreams


Being impulsive
Doing things you wouldn't do
It can change your life.


Ruled by impulses
One spends an entire lifetime
Chasing the rainbow


Raindrops pick up friends
Racing down the window pane
Toward their demise


Life in a rainstorm:
Cats and dogs and lightning too,
All intensity


The beauty of dreams
Is that you cast them yourself
All your "friends" play parts


Tears on my pillow
The love of my life's done gone
Married another


I'm the very soul
Of one you once rejected
But I'm still around


My rejecting love...
Her beauty remains the same
As we age, apart


Body looks for death
Mind is havin' too much fun
Doesn't want to go


Seventeen but once...
As it is with all ages
Yet, this one's special.


Excuse me but I
Mistook you for someone who
Might have understood.


There comes a time in
The life of ev'ry human...
Being In or Out


In can surely mean
A heap of trouble or fame
Out can mean the same.


Fame is there
Just beyond dreams
It's the transportation that's difficult


Wherever you are
You do the same things over;
Diff'rent scenery


"Drugs are the answer!"
"Ask your doctor" say the ads,
(Justifying dope).


"Get medical pot,
Disconnect reality"
Sez the evening nooz


Drugs are not the fuel
They propel only downward
Away from the top


Drugs are the reward.
Yours after you've clawed and scratched
To the pinnacle.


If you're stoned or drunk
ACT stoned or drunk. Don't pretend
You're normal, okay?


Dope may not kill you
But your reaction to things
When you do it can.


She's reduced her life
To where she can still exist
Yet smoke dope all day


When you're high on drugs
You become a crashing bore
To Ev'ryone else...


Do it without dope
Come, march your craziest self
Of your wildest dreams


Dope might be fun but
It distorts your perspective
Shows things all awry


Dermatologists:
"You are all pre-cancerous;
I can handle that."


Stuff goes right through you
When your body is prepared
You win the first round


Wait till you're ready
Then taste but moderately
Then you win again


Now it wants you back
Resist the urge to indulge
You're on a win streak


Finally Decide
Whether you really need it
Refuse. (Game, set, match).


You recall what you
Intended to remember
Forgetting the rest.


Oft times it's painful
To remember the moments
You'll never forget


You choose to breathe first
And everything after that
Till you gasp your last.


There'll come a time in
Ev'ryone's ev'ry day
For the sun to shine.


Yet comes night time too
Whether you're ready or not.
It comes anyway.


Life's so fragile, or
So you find when something breaks.
But then (Surprise!) it's too late.


Losers live longer
They get to try many things
And have way more fun.


You've gotta have fun
But you have to pull your weight
Life ain't free, you know.


If you're overweight
You wear your sin, and we look
To form our judgements


We miss so much life
Doing what we choose to do
Ignoring the rest


Geometric God
Circle's center ev'rywhere
Circumf'rence nowhere


I have spent this life
Trying to be somebody.
Anybody. Me.


My life in Haiku:
"Little Henry" to old man
(Very poetic)


I'll be God (As if)
Let's have a conversation
Pretend at answers


Opportunity:
Thinking while flossing your teeth
Mining crevices


I am playing God
Where the heck is my broad brush?
Ah! The Internet!


Dot com, not dot org!
"Non-profit" is just a ruse
I pay my own way


God is Perfection
That to which we all aspire
But never achieve.


Suicide Bombers
Deal with death to get over
To the better life.


Little do they know
The better life is right here
Just beyond blind faith


Lie in a hammock
Contemplate the universe
Let the clouds roll by


Very small are we
Yet how vast the universe
Nothing has "meaning."

Life is to enjoy
Doing something that you love
Despite achievement


The accomplishers
Look down upon the funsters
From loftinesses


Superiorly
Saying "And what have you done
To improve the world?"


I never wanted
To get "good" at anything
But to do all things


Really it's their world
We inhabit currently
That needs improvement


I listened to me
Nobody else, I'm afraid
Thus ended up here


I am a body
Through which life passes now
Before moving on


I'm a lonely soul
Passing through an earthly form
Before moving on


I am a belief
Passing through a time and place
Before moving on


I am a window...
A life but seen through, alas
Before moving on


I am a blank slate
On which existence is chalked
Then I am erased


Existence: The Game,
Pitting you against the world
Hey, it's only life...


Fantasies of Sex
Better than the act itself
Abstraction triumphs


Vibrator and I
And my imagination
Release pheromones


There were girls who did
Then there were those who didn't
The boys? They all did.


With improper thoughts
And a working vibrator
Anyone can come


A good vibrator
And forbidden fantasies
Anyone can come


Can't do "sex" no more
I'm reduced to doing "friends"
Alas, fin'lly this!


The older you get
Ain't nuthin' like a good shit
Early in the day


The older you get
The more pleasure you derive
From a daily shit


A morning bouquet
The sweet smell of one's insides
Ah, to defecate!


Funny, I thought prunes
Would do the trick, but
Bananas do it better


Ain't nuthin' like it
A good shit in the mornin'
Start the day off right


Be in good shit shape
Have a movement ev'ry day
Eat right to make it


Aaah, nothing like it
A good clean healthy and large
After-breakfast shit


Can't get over her?
Just think of her wiping her ass
When you do the same


Comes a time in life
When a nice big morning shit
Flat beats an orgasm


As you grow older
You eliminate more things
Right down to living


Seriously do you
Care more about your vices
Than you do your health?


Doing exercise
Revs up your body's systems
'gainst pathology


Hmm, lemme see now
If I take this here wrong turn
Where will it lead me?


I've made some mistakes
That changed the course of my life
But then, I'm still here...


"Haikus by Henry
Francisco," who wrote them down
As he thought them up


Aphorisms rule!
They plant a worm that wriggles
Deep into your brain


Stroke kills sector "A"
You develop sector "B"
It's a "No-brainer"


"Sonic Therapy"
Sound waves, diff'rent frequencies
For organs' ailments


To off it when you're
Running out of raison d'etre...
Easy way to go.


I couldn't have wed
Anyone better than her
My good wife Helen


I have dipped my pen
Into assorted inkwells
To write my life's tales


Publish for Kindle
Exclusively that medium
The future of text


Don't resign yourself
To Becoming nobody
You are somebody


I spy death lurking
'Round a corner up ahead
It peeks and darts off.


When you're growing old
With advice and cash to give
Money is better


Had some this, some that
Little Bits of Ev'rything
...Cafeteria


Why pursue old dreams
Harking back to yesterday?
...Tomorrow beckons


The past, ah, the past
The present is only now
But the past lives on...


There's something to say
For life as a wannabe:
Forever there's hope...


Just Remember this:
Heaven ain't such a bad place
Once you get to go


Until you do it
You Won't understand dying
–Drawing your last breath


I'm mediocre
But in the dreams department
I'm grand, simply grand!


What you're wishing for...
Is it really what you want
Or idle whimsy?


Glad you got away
You're better as my dream girl
Forever the same


Ev'rybody needs
A great lost love to dream for
Who'd see you triumph


I have more fun with
You in all of my dreams than
 I ever would in life


Screen porches are scrims
Through which the birds cannot see
Singing, frolicing


We are like the birds
Trying to get all the seeds
Relishing their fruits


Talented blackbirds
To be able both to eat
And sing all at once


The habits of birds:
Endlessly fascinating
Barest survival


We are butterflies
Enjoying fruits of nature
Before moving on


Didn't wanna bomb,
People's lives on my conscience
Just learn how to fly


I'm a sailing ship
Dropping anchor here and there
Only to sail off


I go to churches
Cast a lot with diff'rent faiths
Keep What pearls apply


What to believe in?
Faith's a spiritual thing,
Intransferable.


I do The Lord's work
Though I've yet to profess faith
In The Creator


The Lord on a throne
Equals God as only man
Could have imagined


Listen to the voice-
Of one who speaks as God might
Bringing you closer


A religion that
Won't tell you what not to do
Only what you might


Church must spread its wings
Gathering in all people
Creating a flock


All the religions
Are the world's ruination
Their dieties frauds


Nice about Winter:
The cozy feeling you get

When properly dressed


Oft' it's easier
To endure the bitter cold
Than to light the fire


I'm a fire starter
Kindling blazes where I can
Heating up battles


Remnants of winter:
Dirty snow, deep potholes, mud
Spring is hovering


Fire burns in the yard
Goodbye Christmas, glittered tree
Hello new annum


Tall maples bloom
Big trees think the warm be spring
But not fooled for long


Man picks up some sticks
Bluebird scouts for last year's house
Spring creeps in, arrives


Yard birds, their homes gone
React in shock, cheeping LOUD.
The trees now beckon.


Hawk drifts on the breeze
Just has to extend his wings
Looking for a meal


I'm on vacation
Away from cares of the day
But I remain here


I stay where I am
But my mind goes where I'm not
To another sphere


My fountains of youth:
Tunes, exercise, attitude
Easy on strong drink


Got what I wanted
'Twas a taste of ev'rything
Van, choc, strawberry


Bikers are like birds
Fly here, there, hang out some, sing,
Fin'lly scoot back home


A positive place
Showing the way to travel
To destinations


Bicycle riding
Gives the illusion of youth
Via naked speed.


Illusions of youth
Are granted you while playing
Music's instruments


Be a kid again.
Get up on a bicycle
...A new perspective.


Get a bicycle
Bike to the shopping center
It'll change your life


Don't deprive yourself
Of the good things of your life
(...in moderation)


Where goeth the time?
Looking back it "flew so fast..."
Yet ahead it drags


Life has not the time
For doing all I want to
Though I keep trying


Remember the times
You thought you were getting old
But were yet so young?


The force of habit:
Ev'rything is ritual
When you're growing old


A slip in your sleep
You twitch to keep from falling
Tho' you're lying down!


Old contemplations
Are nothing but once-new pants
Out of which we've grown


Cars rushing to work
I hear them as I slumber
In my nice warm bed


Burn my body up
My ashes to an hourglass
Useful forever


The world accepts you
As you represent yourself
'til you prove them wrong.


You are what you are.
Sure it's no use pretending
To be what you're not.


I had to pretend
I was not Italian
(In truth, I wasn't)


You are the winners,
The ones who arrive there last
At the door of death.


Live the life you live
Then get the death you deserve
Poetic justice


He went with the flow
Specialized in faking it
Undeviable


When a sibling dies
We're rudely reminded of
Our mortality


Home is a sculpture
We make by living in it
Our house is our life


A moment you'll know
Is that which comes to us all
When you say "I'm dead."


Life just fades away
Slips like a drowning victim
Underneath the waves


Were it only true...
"Pen is mightier than sword"
World would be won now.


Women run the world
Their weapons gossip, malice
Much better than guns


It might be nicer
Living how women want to
'stead of how men do


True action heroes
Do what no one else can do
In their place and time


Heroes of the world
Trade in the lives of others
And come out ahead.


To the warrior
"All wars are "necessary"
(Except those you lose)


We could aw pway "Wi"
In a "Wi" waw wif Iwan
Vewy popuwaw


Sample everything
Sans responsibility
(The Artistic Life)


Dilettantes survive
"Always something to pursue"
Needing yet more time.


I need someone to
Be all about me, but you
Are all about you


Be like a flat rock
Skipping atop a smooth pond
Till You expire, sink.


It's only life, cher
Whatever happens happens
After that, you die.


Two ways to compete:
Be bigger, faster, more, less
Or else be diff'rent.


You want to win? Work.
If you only want to play,
Well, then, that's OK


Unwritten agreements:
"We compete on 'services'"
(But not on price).


Cyberspace, alas
What we leave there of ourselves
Is our afterlife.


When you play music
The listeners' emotions
Succumb to your art


Music exists but
In the minds of composers
And those who listen.


The rest is paper,
Notes, fingers, lips, instruments
Tools of transmittal.


Oh sure, on the air,
And then in the mind of God
Who is e'er list'ning.


Melody's trav'lin'
It's always goin' someplace
Just can't settle down.


Be a melody
Leading us 'long by the ears
With songs for the nonce


Music that survives
Is the music that gets played
Or... oblivion


Don't be restricted
To the melodies of life
Live its rhythms too.


Music is messy
Not pedantic, not exact
Fin'lly resolute


Music is a hike
A wandering in the woods
Without returning.


Music is escape
A world that is only mine
Harmony possessed.


In improvising
Your mind must figure out where...
And go there right now!


Piano is a toy
Play it right now if you choose
Just push the right keys.


Touch the piano, George
Feel the sounds that you can't hear
To listen again


Your mind has got to
Figure out where you're going
And go there right now


Poetry's simply
Talking in rhythm n'est ce pas?
And keepin' the beat.



Oreo our cat
Black and white, died yesterday

Ma feline amour.


Sun rises on dog,
Warmth shifts, dog moves, no dummy,

Sleepin' in the sun.


When you wipe your arse
Do you smell your body's fruit?

Dogs do, why not you?


We get old, we stink
It's all part of the process

So get used to it


Olfact'ry pleasure
Nothing can beat the odor

Of one's body gas


Dog sits at table
Farts loudly, other dogs sniff

Catching the fragrance


Dogs weave scent to scent
Checking the territory

Olfactorily


Bees sting you if you're
Confrontational. Be nice,

They'll leave you alone.


When they stop list'ning
Then you stop talking to them.

Honto Desu! It's true!


In my fam'ly we're
Used to interfering, but

If you like I'll stop.


Sometimes you just need
To feel intimately with

Someone that's not you


The Nature of God:
Circle's Center Ev'rywhere

Circumf'rence Nowhere.


God is a franchise
Passed from clone to clone

For millions of years


Convincing new Eves
And also Adams, of course

"Divinity lives."


"He" lives forever
Mortality dies, alas

One "God" kept alive


Through constant cloning
And passing down of knowledge

Thru generations


By assistant Gods
Who are in on the secret

Carrying it on


How did that happen?
(Aha! They made the mistake

Of making two clones)


A long time ago
An error was committed

And two clones were made


Maybe it takes old age
To finally understand

Why you're like you are


A relentless wind
Rips the branches from the trees

Nocturnal ambush.


I close the window
So I cannot hear the storm

Destroy the rooftop.


Burn all your bridges
Then you'll have time to do all

That you want to do.


Done as many things
As I could. Not all so well

But some of them good.


One limps through his life
Altered, broken, repaired, scarred
Surviving in spite


Haunted by the past
But determined to live on
One plunges ahead


Haunted by one's life
One dreams yet of past misfires
Still hoping to win


Been around the block
A couple of times and more
Seen a few things too.


He never believed
In the traditional ways
Had to go it 'lone


Jolly old Saint Nick
Sliding down your "chimely"
Not a speck o' soot.


When you were my friend
I would bring my life to you;
Now it's brought to none.


Please forgive me, friend
Or I shall simply go die,
Be no more again.


Watching the walls now
Making sure they haven't moved,
Being reassured.


Think of a season
Winter, Spring, Summer, Autumn
And a feeling too.


Sex alone is best
The thrill without committment
And dream what you want.


Weekly orgasms
Come with new technology
And those "impure thoughts."


When is the last time
You brought on an orgasm?
Tsk, Tsk, (Endorphins)


Of ev'ryone's life
Sex is a much bigger part
Than you'd imagine


Walking down the road
Enjoying the Autumn air
Winter's in the wings.


Dreams. I'm made of dreams
I've recently discovered
...Just wishing at life.


I've never been me,
But someone manufactured,
Mythical yet real.


Not enough water
Too much sewage and garbage
Too many people!


As I drift to sleep
I think another Haiku
Gone when I wake though.

A slave to the muse,
I stop what I'm doing now
To write down the tune


Since I'm someone else
My life has ne'er been simple.
"Becoming's" hard work!


The "Top Doctors" do
"Minimally invasive"
Procedures. (Yeah, right)


At some point in life
You stop keeping score, or else
You'll never have peace


My whole life's filled with
Things I wish I hadn't done.
Still, I survived them


Better or worse, but
Hey, whattayagonna do?
Existence happens


When I fall asleep
New worlds open up to me
Such as ne'er I've seen


You there, ballplayer!
No one's really int'rested
In your touchdown dance


Our attention spans
Are being dumbed down
By Television


We're falling behind
The world's traveling too fast;
Solution: "Upgrade"







HAIKU

By Henry

A place to hang out—

Ruination of Starbucks

...Sitters don't order


Starbucks, a place where 

Anyone can go hang out

And not buy something (!)


Many times in life

Come 'long days to up and die
Go. Do it. Or don't…


Never become, so

You can continue to do

What occurs right NOW!


Life was what it was
(Sure could have done it better)
But there you have it


Enjoy the gay gene
Pass it along, have children
Life goes on, somewhat


Maybe don't become
But to do a lot of things.
That counts for something…


E'er be the dreamer
Being the dream for awhile
…Promise not to hurt


Radio lesson
In how to lose listeners:
Conduct fund raising…


The name of the game 
Is trust, not only among
Animals, but us


You would think by now
People would have enough sense
To govern themselves


Notes sung to hear are
Made to up and charm the ear
Produce reaction


Reduced to bare truth
Words' meanings will indicate
Directions to take


Upon looking back
Accomplishment– Okay, but
Life is about FUN!


We are all results
Of what we came from and were,
Going thus equipped


Verbal proposals
Lobbed o'er plates like slow pitches
Invite batters’ strikes


Tinged with sex, sound some
Invitations to indulge
That tickle the mind


Fancies respond hard
Conjuring up ideas of 
Pleasures thus indulged...


Sex pills can't do it
But there's imagination...
GOOD ideas! Hmm…


Raw innovation!
Gives overwhelming pleasure
To those who use it!


Double-guarantee:
Having fun works, moreover
Fancy will improve!


Mind-blowing ideas
Come infrequently, sometimes
When you least expect them

Triple sensation!
Get more out of what you do!
Think "Out of the box!"

To think you might be
Taking a Heavenly trip
Bends the mind upward


Summoning wisdom
Come up with aphorism
To suit the moment

Washington proxies
Influence legislators
Pushing cash around

When writing, one says
"This is the way it is, now!"
…Until the next time

Imagination…
Take it, crack it like a whip
Provoke attention

The animals fight
But man, capable of thought
Has alternatives

War, about winning
Loses rationality;
Life, about fun– dies

Wars of weapons win.
Where is the war of ideas?
What's it about? Fright?

War is obsolete…
Acting rather than thinking;
Vision, thus, loses

The power of speech
Aimed, overcomes explosives
Demolishing walls

To see far, one must
Peer through lenses of logic
Drawing conclusions


The real scribe says
"This is the way that it is."
–Lets it go at that

"If the chord feels good–
Play it over and over
Again."– Is that Jazz?

Just 'cause it's written
Don't mean we're gonna heed it
Or even read it

Only beautiful,
Lacking curiosity
Isn't quite enough

To the creative:
What remains is to go, look,
 Find a medium

Go, be this or that
While avoiding becoming…
Boy! will you have fun!

With caution, go get
Little bits of ev'rything
But excess of none

Silk purse from sow's ear?
No, but showing the best side
Make what's there look good

Sow's ear to silk purse?
Well, no, but you surely can
Make the best of things

Seek and ye shall find…
What's apparent; go further
For gems to treasure


Get education
Sufficient to do what you
Want to do in life

Exercise can be
Physical, mental, even
Spiritual, no?

Brain surgery, done
Externally, with ideas:
No blood, pain, free thought

How to manage death
So it won't hurt or linger
Preparation counts

As the mind ages
Memories grow in numbers
If not pungency

Lying down, blink, watch
Spots drift to peripheries,
Slowly disappear

To offend someone:
How many ill chosen words
Does it take? Just one…

Anticipation:
Just around the corner lies
The unexpected

Sit upon a throne
Ruler of all you survey
Just don't look too far

Life: a series of
Angles, corners, doors, dead ends
To negotiate


Live until you die!
Just because you fail at this,
Don't give up trying


I'm not sure but I
Think I tried ev'rything once
(Experimental)

Thine is the kingdom
The power and the glory
Forever, Amen

Prime marital rule:
Learn to forgive and move on
To better endings

Great art comes, presents
Before the judgmental sense
Of the beholder

"I can still do this
I can even still do that
So I'm not dead yet."

Countries of the world
Shackled by histories – Snap…
Figurative chains!

If you can hum it
Note it on the music staff…
Look what you've composed!

Oh Henry! How you
Write those limericks that say
A truth for the nonce

The taste of ice cream
On perception becomes a
–Sample of Heaven

Flying in your face
Audacity elicits
Final conclusions

Simplicity breeds
Contempt for subtle thinking
Drawing conclusions

Silence affords thought
From which to draw conclusions
Leading to wisdom


Once you are married
You come at things diff'rently
Thus change perspectives

Wisdom doesn't die
But passes on to the next
Logical juncture

One last hope: To die
Before you suffer what could
Kill you too slowly

The way that it is:
Chaos must be created
It won't just happen

Life's an ice cream store
For tasting all the flavors
It has to offer

Life, like a good meal
Is all for the tasting of
Flavors that entice

To write how-it-is
Hitting the target smack-on
Is winning a race

It has been a life
Of doing, not becoming
Purely adventure

Why not adventure
Forgoing accomplishment?
One life's all you get

Learn the scales, the chords
Then improise melodies
To suit progressions


In society
The capabilities that
You need… develop

Make Black lives matter
To society-at-large
Get woke, stay that way

A simple question:
"Are you useful to the world?"
(Figure out a way)

So many jazz groups
Not making up melodies
But practicing scales!

Personal attacks
In political campaigns
Un-democratic

Listen with your ears
But decide with your stomach
Digest completely

Choosing this or that:
The democratic process
Hmm. ("Eenie-meenie…")

The ideal hotel:
Hospitality, safety,
Location, Menu…

Symphonic chording:
A combination of things
With which ears agree

Hillary Clinton
Breakthrough female candidate
Women… Run things right!


Being damaged goods
Since a tender age doesn't
Mean one can't function

Grab hold of your life
Use your situation's tools
To get where you want

The psyche bears scars
Of many foolishness-es,
Marked until the end

There comes a time when 
Mechanisms for keeping life
Displace its pleasures

Executives hire
Communicators, thus use
Available tools

"Life is just a bowl
Of cherries." So it is said.
(Beats dyin' too, eh?)

If one can't find what
One thinks one is looking for
Best check what else is…

A beautiful smile
Radiates; yea dominates
The rest of the face

Eyes exposing truth,
Lips utter circumspect words
To keep from offense

Guarding your psyche,
Avoid situations that
Could inflict distress


Brood not on winter,
Shorter days, light's fading, nor
The coming of death

What good is honor
Ranked even more than life, if...
In the end, you're dead?

When in growing old,
You call up friends from back then,
You're both young again.

The human spirit:
Not done when it's defeated
'Less it surrenders

He hated reading
Always preferring doing.
So what's wrong with that?

Dental dilemma:
How long will they last? versus
How long will I last?

Henry Francisco
Is who I am; John Henry:
More than I could be.

Does it e'er occur
To you righteous people that
You just might be wrong?

That things you thought were...
Were not, ev'rything being
Topsy-turvy, what...

How would you react
If you suddenly found you
Were on the wrong track?

Once in awhile comes
An original voice, with
A new point of view.

But Now, attention
Is the name of the game, so
A vile act results

So now I fin'lly
See things as they are, and not
How I wished they'd be

Getting to my feet
Each time is an adventure
Unlike younger days…

Catholicism
Forsakes creativity
For those who conform

The world is wrong, thus
Requiring one's commitment
On many levels

At the end of life
All who can, should write a book
Telling how it is

Had no time for sports
Being HIM kept me busy
Henry Francisco

Best not to dwell on
Ev'rything that you did wrong
'Fore you pass away

I had to become
A new and diff'rent person
And didn't know who

Not Elmer Gantry
I coulda been somebody
In Erie, PA.

Did the hardest thing
Of anyone in my class
Tricks off the high board

Off the diving board
Me, Tricks, half-gainers
"Whew!" Well, that's over

On to newer tricks
Staying in The Wharton School
Avoiding the draft

A bratty rich kid
But not rich. Just to keep up,
Tried to act the part

Being so naive
It's conform or rejection:
Survive the milieu

Raised on comic books
To seem the same but better
One cheated a bit

God has many Realms
Thus only a limited
Speck of time for yours

Time, then, is progress
Or regress, no standing still
Go save your own world


Do you like to smell
Your personal excretions?
Well, you're not alone…


Creativity:
Is it writing one's memoirs
Or coining the new?


Old bodies wear down
Get ready to take a trip
Into Everland


To be resisted:
The absoluteness of Death.
Live it up, have Faith!


How disappointing!
Things I once thought mattered
Amounted to naught


When your head is warm
And feet too, ev'rything else
Takes care of itself


Rhythm takes you to
Where you might not otherwise
Dare to gallivant


Rain has rhythm too
Like hail, thunder, windy snow
The weather in charge


Faith is a matter
Of deciding plausible
Versus fanciful


A Philosophy
Just like an eternity
Only goes so far


Ne'er wanted to do
Just one thing all of the time
Too much like the store


My friends called my pop
Old philosopher Henry
I just called him Dad


Happiness, talent?
Artist chases harmony.
(Perfection, alas)


The Book of Henry
From a narrow point of view
Dealing with all things


I'm poet, know it
Ev'rything I say in rhyme
And also rhythm


Writing is naught but
Slowing down readers' thinking
To the speed of pen


The writer decides
Magnification, looking
From his perspective


Mister Dilettante
Tasted everything in life,
Never ate his fill


Have all of the fun
Sans responsibility;
Ah, the perfect life…


Living on the edge
On the verge of falling down:
"The End Of Life Blues"


So now I fin'lly
See things how they are, and not
How I wished they'd be


Of hiding I know
Behind new identity
Just nine blocks away


Build better mousetraps;
The world will beat a pathway
Right up to your door


Marijuana smoke
Just makes you more of what you've
Already become (!)


Twilight of my life…
Treat me well, let me enjoy
The time I have left"


My God I can fly!

Not only that, I can sing!"
Chirped the baby bird


The ground is soaking wet
Robins are searching for food
Worms wriggle for holes


Grind up all the skins
Mix with seeds on the feeder
Birds will be thankful


Birds eat just enough
From the feeder, then fly off
(More to life than food!)


If "this" should happen,
Then "that" must take place - or not
- Depends on viewpoint


Living to old age
We reflect on our choices
And how we survived them


In your senior years
Try to remain relevant
Do something that counts


Into our old age
Just remaining relevant
Will suffice, thank you


It is important
To do something at which you
Can be constructive


Obsessive regrets
Forget 'em, toss 'em away
Think of what's to come


Dwelling on regrets?
Forget traumas of the past
Work on tomorrow


Is that all there was?
I tasted all the flavors
Settled on none



Successful people
Make a statement to the world:
"I have been here, once."


We live forever
Ne'er-do-wells like us, because
We know survival.


Eternal pursuit:
"Liberative clarity"
Unattainable...


Ah, a worthy cause:
"Pursuit of enlightenment"
Endlessly distant...


Tacit agreements
Make a myth of competition
(How business conspires)


Happy to exist
We leave the competition
To the competers


Francisco Method:
Invention of our own way
No competition


Our disappointments
Make life more interesting
Than our successes


Success, who needs it,
When you can get to do lots
Of really neat stuff?


Life goes by so fast
You look back, say to yourself:
"Where did the time go?"


After all is said
You bear the scars of your life
Then Thy will be done


Human existence
Is about the learning how
Not just the doing


What then is success?
It's being happy doing
What you're doing then!


Not what you "become"
But what you do ev'ry day
That's what makes up life


You done everything
That you always wanted to?
Life marches onward...


One thing about life:
Once you say it, do it, live it-
No taking it back


D'ja do all the things
You wanted to at the time?
You only live once.


Life's an adventure:
Where you go and what you do
Decisions you make


A key to life is
Making the right decisions.
Wouldn't you agree?


I never went deep
Skimmed waves of experience
But was never bored.


Opportunities...
A matter of decisions
Based on good advice


Don't live to regret
All the things you could have been
Pursue all your dreams


Enough with kvetching!
Figure what you're gonna do
Tomorrow morning.


Your net life effect:
How many people did you
Help, hurt, influence?


One wants to matter,
To have his opinions weighed.
Otherwise, why live?


Rather than become,
Some are satisfied to do,
To play at being.


Secret of long life:
Remaining relevant, no?
("No shit, Dick Tracy.")


To live forever
It's prudent to plan ahead.
First comes the desire...


Embrace the good life
Eschew the unhealthy one
Down! Down, bad habits!


Subtract body parts
Dispense with extrania
That served only youth


Appreciation
E'en of the ridiculous
Develop that now


Here's the solution
To the rising food prices:
Eat less! (Look better!)


Out my bay window
Life passes by ev'ry day
I am a witness


Live your life as though
You're gonna die tomorrow
Guess what, you won't. Hah!


Don't care anymore
Done had my fun, ready to die
Burn me up, toss me.


What on earth saved me?
'Twas my imagination
Which could see beyond...


We can't imagine
Our spirits die when we do,
Thus Heaven, Hell, or...


One's inner mind says:
"Go where the spirit leads you"
That's where you end up


Deal with the present
Tomorrow's another day
Que sera, sera.


Avoid Alzheimers
Do Not think about the past
Anyway, it's gone



To have relevance
Is the purpose of one's life
No matter to whom


Music is changing
Not just the way it's published
But how it's approached


(Music's a long trip
To destinations at which
You never arrive.)


(The pleasure is in
The journey and what you meet
Along its highway)


Music is a toy
Drum, horn, flute, lute, Toodle-loo
That's why we "play" it


Music is notions
Presentations of colors
To welcoming ears


Music's all habits
The teaching/learning, that is;

We play what we learn


Not what we think, tho
Nor even what we invent
Or can imagine


First you plant the root
Do re mi fa so la ti
Do completes the scale


Maybe my function
Is just showing that it's fun
Playing Piano


Music is my friend
One that never deserts me
Counterpoint to life


Music is our friend.
Where would we be without song?

Stuck in monotone.


When you play music
You are creating beauty
In the listeners' souls


The essence of Jazz:
Playing what occurs to you
Pulled along by sound.


What! no discipline?
(Isn't that the idea
Improvising Jazz?)


Chords: Merry notions,
Interesting enigmas
You solve in your ear


Using the 9th chord
(Third, fifth, flatted seventh, ninth)
There are no wrong notes


Remember the chords
Signature, accidentals
The key at the time


We weren't allowed
Even to answer the phone
We were practicing


I am sorry but
Mila's not available
She is practicing


Now she lives the dream
Of all of us. Practicing
Led to something grand!


Mila surely is
The grandchild I never had
Likely won't either.


"Help Wanted right now!
Be a singer who performs
As if you're naked"


Henry Francisco
Became Henry John Henry
At the age of eight


Henry Francisco
Given the name of a clown
Henceforth played the role


Wherever he went
The center of attention
Swung over to him


I choose what I want.
I don't let fate interfere.
I go where I go.


Being someone else
Became my fate at age nine
Henry Francisco


Henry Francisco
Played with the cards he was dealt:
"Henry John Henry"


He became unmoored
He didn't know who he was
He lost the "I am"


He had to go be
Someone else who wasn't he
In a brand new place


A place full of kids
Whose mothers knew his secret
Unbeknownst to him


So he played the role
Did some real method acting
Even fooled himself


He played with the kids
You were'n't allowed to play with
Then he became one


He was no fool, yet
He did all the foolish things
One could think of, then.


He's not who he was.
Before... He was someone else;
But now he makes do.


He's an imposter
Poseur more than an actor
Ever playing himself


He fancied himself
As something he wasn't
A real acting job


We all have stories
Of where we went, what we did
When we're growing old


"Partners in crime," they
Actor and insanity
One must BE t'other


Never really aimed
To do anything beyond
Having a good time


Easy to say now
By ego-analysis
Looking back on then


All the Franciscos
Were never the persisters
We are the doers


Being so naive
It's conform or rejection:
Survive the milieu


Raised on comic books
To seem the same but better
One cheated a bit


Ne'er wanted to do
Just one thing all of the time
Too much like the store


"I wanna be that
But only for the nonce
Then on to diff'rent."


What would you expect
From someone who was raised up
Reading funnybooks


My friends called my pop
Old philosopher Henry
I just called him Dad


Once upon a time
On Erie's West 18th Street
Henry's Ice Cream Store


Henry's Ice Cream Bar
Our Dad made deliciousness
From what he was left


Lesson to go by:
Fun is serious business
Not frivolity.


Born on 18th Street
Raised on comics and ice cream
Bound for fantasy


'Sbeen life on the edge
Goin' Doin' Bein' things
I never should've"


To be serious
About some frivolities...
No Peccadillo


Go try ev'rything
In moderation of course;
Have all of the fun.


Ah, things I did wrong
I can't begin to count
But still I survived


That thing you MUST do...
When it's not fun anymore
Go do something else.


Performing is like
Getting naked in public
With all your clothes on


Store it on a hook?
Don't hang it in the same spot
Lest you wear a hole.


Words that make you fat:
"It does the thinking for you"
Relax, chill out, bloat.


Getting fat's easy
You don't have to work at it,
Just relax, consume.


Dance it off, Baby,
Put your body to the test.
Jiggle it, and strut.


Excuses abound
Like "I have a weight problem."
You're human, solve it!


A Black/White word deal:
You eschew the "MF" word
We'll drop the "N" word


Go be the dreamer
Thinking things that ain't been thunk
Till they come to mind


The mind is secret
Don't have to say what you think
(But watch what you say)


You! Do ev'rything
But whoa! Nothing to excess
To live a long time


The basic pleasures
Not so simple anymore
Are they "right for you?"


Live it up, my friends,
Enjoy all of the pleasures,
But moderately.


"Did you live a life
That really meant anything?"
Said the father's voice


D'ja do anything
We might think significant?
Something inventive?


Life for some is just
A series of adventures,
Nothing more, or less.


Merrily, Merrily,
Merrily, Merrily,
Life is but a dream.


My final statement:
"Having sampled ev'rything
I prepare to die"


Burned all my bridges:
Now I be ready to die
Except that I'm not...


Burn all your bridges
There is noplace to go but
Into the unknown



You look back and think
"Why didn't I do this, that?"
All in the past. So...


Look at it this way:
Life's a vacation from death
Ere was, and after...


When a baby's born
I plan to inhabit it
Live once more again


Did Ev'rything wrong
But I managed to survive
All of my mistakes.


Made ev'ry mistake
I possibly could have made
But hey, I'm still here.


We learn from mistakes
Whether they be ours or theirs
If we're sensible.


The mistakes we made
Are all in the distant past.
Now comes the future.


The past was the past.
The present is the present.
The future will be.


The older one gets
The more relative the term
"Happiness" becomes


Henry just wanted
To be an artist,
Not a mover or shaker


If you're artistic
"Friends" can be a waste of time.
Your Buddy's your art.


Mom and Dad were right
So-called friends do nothing but
Waste the artist's time


To the true Artist
All his artistic thinking
Is "outside the box."


Art thou too decent
Unprepared to encounter
Big bad artsy worlds?


Bad dreams pursue us
Magnifying our mistakes
Make our lives messy


Tortured by his dreams
He greets the morning gladly
Respite into life


Born on Eighteenth Street
In back of an ice cream store
Bound for tasty life


I grew up in an
Ice Cream Store, readin' comics
Life's a lotta fun


Ice Cream Store childhood
Flavor: "You can't be ser'ious"
Life is but a toy


Read "Crime Does Not Pay"
That could lead one anywhere...
Life's a comic book


Comic Book people
At heart actors, not thinkers
Thus their influence


We had it all, Yo,
Discipline wasn't in our
Vocabulary


Do lunch at Henry's
Soup du jour with home made bread
Plenty of water


Nobody likes me
Everybody hates me
Guess I'll go play tunes


Drugs are the reward.
Yours after you've clawed and scratched
To that pinnacle.


Drugs are not the fuel
They propel only downward
Away from the top


Enough with kvetching
Figure what you're gonna do
Tomorrow morning.


When they stop list'ning
Then you stop talking to them.
Honto Desu! Is true!


Writing is naught but
Slowing down readers' thinking
To the speed of pen


The writer decides
Magnification, looking
From his perspective


The older you get
The less you use teeth to smile
The more just to chew


Do the catalogue
You always dreamed of doing
We pass here but once


Each stage in your life
Is a brand-new adventure
A re-beginning


Music is magic

Transporting the agile mind
To remembered times


The melodic knack
Isn't realized until
Harmony chimes in.


Did I brush my teeth
Or only think about it?
Hard to remember...


Can't remember to...
Forget if I ever did...
Doesn't matter though...


There comes a point when
Mechanisms to survive
Take up one's whole life


All the pills and soaks
Kill you slow with therapy
Use up your whole day


You fin'lly get life
Reduced to its essentials
Then you up and die


Ev'rythings the same
Except moreso it would seem
When you toke a joint


No one knows the thoughts
You have when you fantasize
Go ahead, think them


Go pursue a dream
Foolishness tho' that may be
Till the day you die


You pursue a dream
Seldom knowing what it is
Or where it will lead


Life, alas, is but
A series of adventures
Good, bad, int'resting


The Storyville Stage
Port Whitman monologists
Original thought


In The Storyville
Songs are sung, acts are performed
Fictive drama rules!


"Watch me! Now watch me!"
People don't come here to talk
They come to listen


They have to assume
We have something to say
Untouched areas


So the world awaits
What are we gonna decide?
Is it us, or them?


The "End Of The World"
Wasn't the demise of earth
But of things we knew.


It's the day after
The "End Of The World" - Oh Good!
Now we can start new.


Henry's Ice Cream Bar
Wasn't the demise of earth
But of things we knew


We perform a play
Then take up a collection
With long-handled cups


A coffee refuge
Come lunch to live theatre
At Henry's Ice Cream


Famous soups and bread
Lunch with TV monitors
Comedy, drama...


At Henry's Ice Cream
Old philosophers hold forth
Like Santa, year 'round


I got bent to shape
An attitude adjustment
At Henry's Ice Cream


Re-do Port Whitman
With a casino down there
Play with play money


Not "Hard Work" people
We choose our occupation
To suit our bodies


Learn something new, then
See if you can make money
Doing it. That's fun.


When work's to be done
You can make anything fun
Finding Better Ways


Seek the Better Way.
There's ever room to improve
Ev'rything we do


Life's an adventure
So don't let it pass you by
Without sampling it


Don't let growing old
Remind you of all the things
You didn't become


The future looms, but
How does one forget the past
And live in the now?


Don't blame Mom and Dad.
Under their circumstances
They did what they could.


As a melody
Passes thru your consciousness
Life goes thru us all


Each song's a dream that
At the whim of the singer
The audience shares.


Mister Henry plays
The American Songbook
The Bent Note Cafe


Melody, harmony,
Have limits.
Bass and rhythm Go anywhere.


What happened to God?
It seems He's abandoned us
Or us faith in Him


Really, how could have
An entity created
All we know exists?


God is but Ideal
Yet, "He"'s been represented
As an Entity


God is but Ideal
Thus to "Him" is ascribed all
We can't comprehend


There's no Jehovah
No writer of Holy Books
Except by man's hand


Nor is there a God
Creator of Heaven and Earth
We simply became


A spirit exists
Some may even call a God
Connecting us all


Right there in my mind
God's a spirit after all
And here's what He says...


There's but a spirit
A taskmaster that makes us
More of what we are


God has many Realms
Thus only a limited
Speck of time for yours


I am sent by God
To deliver His message
Unto the faithful


Time, then, is progress
Or regress, no standing still
Go save your own world


A Philosophy
Just like an eternity
Only goes so far


Believe in spirits
Then they'll surely come to you
Some time in your dreams


Millions of years old
Earth from a ball of clay formed
Grows, outlives us all


"Ve vill take over
Ze whole vorldt!" Seriously
Someone must play God!


Que era era
Que esta, por ahora
Que sera sera


What was once was then
What is now surely exists
What will be will be


Write down a poem
Say something significant
So we remember


Raise up a child
Who'll go out and make a mark
That'll mean something


Write down a word
That'll pierce the shell we've built
Then make us act out


The saddest thing is
Knowing that you're capable
But didn't do it


Hear the backup beep
Truck a'coming up the road
To collect your trash


When I lose my stride
Ceasing then, to be useful
Death Bienvenido!


When you realize
You don't "matter" anymore,
Then it's time to go.


Life fades, disappears
Like your breath on a window
When you turn away


You get to an age
When it seems your children think
"Hurry up and die."


When you realize
You're no use to anyone
Then you welcome death


When you're dead, you're gone
Where you go, nobody knows
Except those who went


Depressed with your life?
That's no reason to end it...
Just get a new life.


When dead is better
Than living the life you do
Then snuff it. Or change...


Open up a bar
"The Rehearsal" - Live upstairs
Actors, tryouts, plays...


Pure theatre:
Either they come or they don't
(Hookers know the gig)


Behold life's drama:
Comedy, tragedy, farce,
Then final curtain.


Actors by nature
Aren't afraid to indulge
That's just what they do


The Director is
An "Other self" to he who
Would perform well.


You're a captive
Waiting on "Hold" for someone
Who advertises.


Advertisers bray
Anything they want to say
On TV with cash


They are just actors
Yet we buy what they portray
In the TV ads


We're being enticed
To waste away our spare time
Watching TV shows


Saturday Nite Live:
Ordinary people
Trying on funny


See if you can go
Without the television
For one week only


Politicians say
Just what they want us to fear
To get elected.


Money's the poison
With which our democracy
Is killing itself


Do we care what is,
Or is our only int'rest
What would seem to be?


Done been ev'ry place
Did it all before,
And now I be ready to die.


So if one of yours
Dies by radical Islam
Go kill one of theirs?


Bordellos, alas
Rob you of your illusions
Better dream at home


You are but a place
In a lifetime full of fun
Now but a mem'ry


It's all about fun
Of which life is a barrel
If you play it right.


Let's be serious
Are you havin' any fun?
Lucky, your work is...


Think on tomorrow
Yesterday is catching up
Bound to overtake


Hung with delinquents
Attracted by the bad parts
Of the good boys too


Bummed because she left?
Think of her taking a shit
Perishes the thought


A good book is one
Where you can't wait to find out
What will happen next


Mystery novels
Are books about deduction
(Educational)


Unisex bathroom
Where to leave the toilet seat?
Still down, boys. Sorry.


My teeth have lasted
Through yet another dinner
Aging Carefully


Formerly myself
I now grow old with caution
New aura daily


With luck one's age
Becomes justification
Of what went before.


People just up and die
Because they hate being old
"Just get on with it."


Oh how we boogied
When we were just teenagers!
We still do, up here.


Tax e-Mails one cent
For ev'ry one we open
Build trans-monorails


Gaming the system
Can't lead to anything good
Unless you beat it


Lose at ev'rything
There's something to be said for
Living a life of fun


Life's short; no matter.
Out! Responsibility
Enter me, laughing


A life of losing
But with other fields to plow
E'er looking ahead


Music's my buddy
One that never deserts me
Counterpoint to life


Music is my friend
Ever there when it's needed
To elevate me


Jazz is resolving
Starting out on the "wrong" note
Ending with a song


Pssst! Music Secret:
Let the melody go where
It wants to go.


Music Essential:
Inevitability
Or it languishes


Mas que el todo
Melody, rhythm, tempo
La! Resolution!


Lo! laugh as you dance
Face moving to the music
Along with your form


Tells it like it is
His songs are about himself
Dances while he sings


When your dreams, alas
Exceed your abilities
Express them as Art.


When you make it known
You expect apologies
They're always grudging


Gross expectations:
Overtures to suicide
When they come to naught


Insanity comes
Before suicide, I'm told.
(Regrettably so)


Suicide snuffs life
To a distant dimension
You could find right here


I pretend I'm sane
But deep down I know I'm nuts
(Self-delusional)


With "Pardonnez moi"
He bolted headlong through life
But to fade away...


"But wait a minute...
My bridges aren't all burned yet.
I can't die right now."


One life's all you get
To do or be what you will.
Make the most of it.


The Road to Success
Is littered with distractions
Disguised as shortcuts


But beware of all
That smack of anything but
Hewing to the line.


Focus on the goal,
Let it not out of your sight
Lest it disappear...


You gave me the kiss
That stoked a furnace within,
Igniting new coals


Kisses not yet felt
The burn of youthful passion;
Dormant, innocent...


Suddenly alive,
Aware of fresh connections -
Dances to be done


In a dimension
Yet untried but fraught with hope
Of life sublime


At some future time
With someone not unlike the
Giver of that kiss.


The better mousetrap
Attracts the world to your door
Once you invent it...


Build better mousetraps,
Soon enough, the world will beat
Pathways to your door


Heaven is Music
Deathless tunes that float about
Carrying our souls


When bodies wear out
Souls just up and take over
Makes sense, doesn't it?


You may have enough
Yet want more, deserve more, but
Enough is plenty.


This is my heaven:
Tunes that float in the ether
My God is Music.


Are you with The Spirit?
Do you seek The Better Way?
Be you your Ideal?


If a God exists
T'would likely be in spirit.
(Plausible then, eh?)


Our construct of God
Keeps our world in a balance
Sans which we perish


Patiently waiting,
Death claims us all, regardless.
No way to cheat it.


Death is gonna come.
Live your next moments as if
It were imminent


Once again she plays
The penultimate victim
Snug up against death.


When dying in bed
What is there to enjoy but
Being center stage


On the contrary
Death can be a happy time-
"I'm taking a trip!"


"I'm leaving this life
On to something different.
(Might well be better)"


Imagination
Tells me good things lie ahead
Beyond the rainbow.


My loving sister
I'll remember you always.
Your loving brother.


Two of us exist
One lives in our fantasies
Another in life


It doesn't matter
If your dreams never come true.
Dream them anyway.


Are You the dreamer
Whose dreams refuse to come true?
Why should they? They're DREAMS! (Duh!)


Flashes of brilliance:
Tale of a life of promise,
Unfortunately


A girl that I loved
Ran off with a sailor boy
Bon voyage, ma cher.


Whatever happened
To my old girlfriend Lola?
The world swallowed her


You got the girl
Of all of our dreams.
Resist the temptation to gloat.


We may not be one
But I am with you always
Somewhere in my mind


Don't think of me, fine.
I remember ev'rything
For the two of us


That was the game then
But now it's over, "the past"
Can't we just be friends?


Ev'ry love I had
Was the sole love of my life
For the time being


It sure must be nice
To have someone who
Thinks about you ev'ry day


Someone who'll love you
And remember things for you:
Growing old happy


Once a year I'd like
My Valentine to be mine
No one else's, see?


Don't think of me, fine;
I remember ev'rything
You prob'ly forgot


The secretary
Trolling to land Mister Right
SO nineteen-fifties...


High School and College
We're all destined for greatness
But it's elusive


Setbacks come and go,
Nothing is career-ending;
You just find a way...


Is what you're doing
Really, truly int'resting
Or is it just work?


A little Business
At which you don't make a lot
But you pay your bills


One you run yourself
No one tells you what to do
Make your own mistakes


Little tweedy signs
Are SO over, I mean Whew!
Express your business


Why would I want to
Become anything other
Than what I am now?


Desde la boca
Tutti e si facile
Miraculosa!


Coming from the mouth
Ev'rything's easy as pie
Miracles are spoke!


On the tree of life
We prune the branches early
Who'd reach to the sky


But branches unpruned
Spread to envelop the earth
Reaching out, not up


The object of all Art:
Produce something noteable
Where there was nothing


"In a dream I saw
A city invincible"
What was that city?


Municipal hoax!
Storyville section of town
Where stories are told


City on the lake
Port Whitman's not the real world
But a place apart


Port Whitman virus
Catch it in your heart, and it
Crawls up to your brain


It isn't death we fear
But losing life
No matter its condition


You who died so young
Look at all the fun you missed
By not being here


The mind is a tube
Through which ideas pass
And are re-formed


It takes a picture
Rearranges it and then
Out comes something new


Really changing minds
Pointing up new directions
Only writing does


I can only hope
Something I may have written
Has some mild effect


Life in the "country"
"Shall I mow or shall I not?"
That is the question


Think up things to say
And put them down on paper
For others to read


That's Blogging, by God!
Now I can say to the world
What I've said to me


But is it valid?
Is it, oh, enlightening?
Is it important?


I can't play sad songs
Without thinking then of you
Now sad all over


But life looms ahead
No time to wallow when you've
Someone to write tunes


Music is a toy
The most int'resting plaything
Man has yet devised


Being a writer
One can be brave, and then some
(Only ideas)


Present new ideas
In a plausible framework
To effect real change


The writer decides,
Viewing from his perspective,
Magnification


You love to read, so
Am I so poor a writer
My words don't reach you?


Life is to enjoy
Doing something that you love
Despite achievement


The accomplishers
Look down upon the funsters
From loftinesses


Superiorly
Saying "And what have you done
To improve the world?"


I never wanted
To get "good" at anything
But to do all things


Really it's their world
We inhabit currently
That needs improvement


I listened to me
Nobody else, I'm afraid
Thus ended up here


I am a body
Through which life passes now
Before moving on


I'm a lonely soul
Passing through an earthly form
Before moving on


I am a belief
Passing through a time and place
Before moving on


I am a window...
A life but seen through, alas
Before moving on


I am a blank slate
On which existence is chalked
Then I am erased


Existence: The Game,
Pitting you against the world
Hey, it's only life...


Fantasies of Sex
Better than the act itself
Abstraction triumphs


Vibrator and I
And my imagination
Release pheromones


There were girls who did
Then there were those who didn't
The boys? They all did.


With improper thoughts
And a working vibrator
Anyone can come


A good vibrator
And forbidden fantasies
Anyone can come


Can't do "sex" no more
I'm reduced to doing "friends"
Alas, fin'lly this!


The older you get
Ain't nuthin' like a good shit
Early in the day


The older you get
The more pleasure you derive
From a daily shit


A morning bouquet
The sweet smell of one's insides
Ah, to defecate!


Funny, I thought prunes
Would do the trick, but
Bananas do it better


Ain't nuthin' like it
A good shit in the mornin'
Start the day off right


Be in good shit shape
Have a movement ev'ry day
Eat right to make it


Aaah, nothing like it
A good clean healthy and large
After-breakfast shit


Can't get over her?
Just think of her wiping her ass
When you do the same


Comes a time in life
When a nice big morning shit
Flat beats an orgasm


As you grow older
You eliminate more things
Right down to living


Seriously do you
Care more about your vices
Than you do your health?


Doing exercise
Revs up your body's systems
'gainst pathology


Hmm, lemme see now
If I take this here wrong turn
Where will it lead me?


I've made some mistakes
That changed the course of my life
But then, I'm still here...



Aphorisms rule!
They plant a worm that wriggles
Deep into your brain


Stroke kills sector "A"
You develop sector "B"
It's a "No-brainer"


"Sonic Therapy"
Sound waves, diff'rent frequencies
For organs' ailments


To off it when you're
Running out of raison d'etre...
Easy way to go.


Dame in the parlour
Courtesan in the bedroom
Ah, the perfect wife.


I couldn't have wed
Anyone better than her
My good wife Helen


I have dipped my pen
Into assorted inkwells
To write my life's tales


Publish for Kindle
Exclusively that medium
The future of text


Don't resign yourself
To Becoming nobody
You are somebody


I spy death lurking
'Round a corner up ahead
It peeks and darts off.


When you're growing old
With advice and cash to give
Money is better


Had some this and that
Little Bits of Ev'rything
Cafeteria


Why pursue old dreams
Harking back to yesterday?
Tomorrow beckons


The past, ah, the past
The present is only now
But the past lives on...


There's something to say
For life as a wannabe:
Forever there's hope...


Just Remember this:
Heaven ain't such a bad place
Once you get to go


You don't understand dying
Drawing your last breath
Until you do it.


I'm mediocre
But in the dreams department
I'm grand, simply grand!


What you're wishing for
Is it really what you want
Or just idle whim?


Glad you got away
You're better as my dream girl
Forever the same


Ev'rybody needs
A great lost love to dream for
Who'd see you triumph


I have more fun with you
In all of my dreams
Than I ever would in life.


Screen porches are scrims
Through which the birds cannot see
Singing, frolicing


We are like the birds
Who get to try all the seeds
Relishing their fruits


Talented blackbirds
To be able both to eat
And sing all at once


The habits of birds:
Endlessly fascinating
Barest survival


We are butterflies
Enjoying fruits of nature
Then moving on


Didn't wanna bomb,
People's lives on my conscience
Just learn how to fly


I'm a sailing ship
Dropping anchor here and there
Only to sail off


I go to churches
Cast a lot with diff'rent faiths
Keep What pearls apply


What to believe in?
Faith's a spiritual thing,
Intransferable.


I do The Lord's work
Though I've yet to profess faith
In The Creator


The Lord on a throne
Equals God as only man
Could have imagined


Listen to the voice-
Of one who speaks as God might
To bring you closer


A religion that
Won't tell you what not to do
Only what you might


Church must spread its wings
Gathering in all people
Creating a flock


All the religions
Are the world's ruination
Their dieties frauds


Nice about Winter:
The cozy feeling you get
When properly dressed


Oft' it's easier
To endure the bitter cold
Than to light the fire


I'm a fire starter
Kindling blazes where I can
Heating up battles


Remnants of winter:
Dirty snow, deep potholes, mud
Spring is hovering


Fire burns in the yard
Goodbye Christmas, glittered tree
Hello new annum


Tall maples bloom
Big trees think the warm be spring
But not fooled for long


Man picks up some sticks
Bluebird scouts for last year's house
Spring creeps in, arrives


Yard birds, their homes gone
React in shock, cheeping LOUD.
The trees now beckon.


Hawk drifts on the breeze
Just has to extend his wings
Looking for a meal


I'm on vacation
Away from cares of the day
But I remain here


I stay where I am
But my mind goes where I'm not
To another sphere


My fountains of youth:
Tunes, exercise, attitude
Easy on strong drink


Got what I wanted
'Twas a taste of ev'rything
Van, choc, strawberry


Bikers are like birds
Fly here, there, hang out some, sing,
Fin'lly scoot back home


A positive place
Showing the way to travel
To destinations


Bicycle riding
Gives the illusion of youth
Via naked speed.


Illusions of youth
Are granted you while playing
Music instruments


Be a kid again.
Get up on a bicycle,
A new perspective.


Get a bicycle
Bike to the shopping center
It'll change your life


Don't deprive yourself
Of the good things of your life
(...in moderation)


Where goeth the time?
Looking back it "flew so fast..."
Yet ahead it drags


Life has not the time
For doing all I want to
Though I keep trying


Remember the times
You thought you were getting so old
But you were so young?


The force of habit:
Ev'rything is ritual
When you're growing old


A slip in your sleep
You twitch to keep from falling
Tho' you're lying down!


Old contemplations
Are nothing but once-new pants
Out of which we've grown


Cars rushing to work
I hear them as I slumber
In my nice warm bed


Burn my body up
My ashes to an hourglass
Useful forever


The world accepts you
As you represent yourself
Until you prove them wrong.


You are what you are.
Sure it's no use pretending
To be what you're not.


I had to pretend
I was not Italian
(In truth, I wasn't)


You are the winners,
The ones who arrive there last
At the door of death.


Live the life you live
Then get the death you deserve
Poetic justice


Go 'long with the flow
Specialize in faking it,
Extemporizing


When a sibling dies
We're rudely reminded of
Our mortality


Home is a sculpture
We make by living in it
Our house is our life


A moment you'll know
Is that which comes to us all
When you say "I'm dead."


Life just fades away
Slips like a drowning victim
Underneath the waves


Were it only true...
"Pen is mightier than sword"
World would be won now.


Women run the world
Their weapons gossip, malice
Much better than guns


It might be nicer
Living how women want to
'stead of how men do


True action heroes
Do what no one else can do
In their place and time


Heroes of the world
Trade in the lives of others
And come out ahead.


To the warrior
"All wars are "necessary"
(Except those you lose)


We could aw pway "Wi"
In a "Wi" waw wif Iwan
Vewy popuwaw


Sample everything
Sans responsibility
(The Artistic Life)


Dilettantes survive
"Always something to pursue"
Needing yet more time.


I need someone to
Be all about me, but you
Are all about you


I'm like a flat rock
Skipping atop a smooth pond
Till I expire, sink.


It's only life, cher
Whatever happens happens
After that, you die.


Two ways to compete:
Be bigger, faster, more, less
Or else be diff'rent.


If you want to win, work.
But if you only want to play,
That's okay.


Unwritten agreements:
"We compete on 'services'"
(But not on price).


Cyberspace, alas
What we leave there of ourselves
Is our afterlife.


When you play music
The listeners' emotions
Succumb to your art


Music exists but
In the minds of composers
And those who listen.


The rest is paper,
Notes, fingers, lips, instruments
Tools of transmittal.


Oh sure, on the air,
And then in the mind of God
Who is e'er list'ning.


Melody's trav'lin'
It's always goin' someplace
Just can't settle down.


I'm a melody
Leading you 'long by the ears
With songs for the nonce


Music that survives
Is the music that gets played
Or... oblivion


Don't be restricted
To the melodies of life
Live its rhythms too.


Music is messy
Not pedantic, not exact
Fin'lly resolute


Music is a hike
A wandering in the woods
Without returning.


Music is escape
A world that is only mine
Harmony possessed.


In improvising
Your mind must figure out where...
And go there right now!


Piano is a toy
Play it right now if you choose
Just push the right keys.


Touch the piano, George
Feel the sounds that you can't hear
To listen again


Your mind has got to
Figure out where you're going
And go there right now


Poetry's simply
Talking in rhythm n'est ce pas?
Just keepin' the beat.


Oreo our outside cat
Slept on the roof by the chimney
Then in the days, she'd soak up some rays
You'd think she was sunning in Bimini


Oreo our cat
Black and white, died yesterday
Ma feline amour.


Sun rises on dog,
Warmth shifts, dog moves, no dummy,
Sleepin' in the sun.


When you wipe your arse
Do you smell your body's fruit?
Dogs do, why not you?


We get old, we stink
It's all part of the process
So get used to it


Olfact'ry pleasure
Nothing can beat the odor
Of one's body gas


Dog sits at table
Farts loudly, other dogs sniff
Catching the fragrance


Dogs weave scent to scent
Checking the territory
Olfactorily


Bees sting you if you're
Confrontational. Be nice,
They'll leave you alone.


When they stop list'ning
Then you stop talking to them.
Honto Desu! It's true!


In my fam'ly we're
Used to interfering, but
If you like I'll stop.


Don't you ever need
To feel intimately with
Someone that's not you?


The Nature of God:
Circle's Center Ev'rywhere
Circumf'rence Nowhere.


God is a franchise
Passed from clone to clone
For millions of years


Convincing new Eves
And also Adams, of course
"Divinity lives."


It lives forever
Mortality dies, alas
One "God" kept alive


Through constant cloning
And passing down of knowledge
Thru generations


By assistant Gods
Who are in on the secret
Carrying it on


How did that happen?
(Aha! They made the mistake
Of making two clones)


A long time ago
An error was committed
And two clones were made


Maybe it takes old age
To finally understand
Why you're like you are


Relentless wind
Rips the branches from the trees
Nocturnal ambush.


I close the window
So I cannot hear the storm
Destroy the rooftop.


Burn all your bridges
Then you'll have time to do all
That you want to do.


Done as many things
As I could. Not all so well
But some of them good.


One limps through his life
Altered, broken, repaired, scarred
Surviving in spite


Haunted by the past
But determined to live on
One plunges ahead


Haunted by one's life
One dreams yet of past misfires
Still hoping to win


Been around the block
A couple of times and more
Seen a few things too.


He never believed
In the traditional ways
Had to go it 'lone


Jolly old Saint Nick
Sliding down your "chimely"
Not a speck o' soot.


When you were my friend
I would bring my life to you;
Now it's brought to none.


Please forgive me, friend
Or I shall simply go die,
Be no more again.


Watching the walls now
Making sure they haven't moved,
Being reassured.


Think of a season
Winter, Spring, Summer, Autumn
And a feeling too.


Sex alone is best
The thrill without committment
And dream what you want.


Weekly orgasms
Come with new technology
And those "impure thoughts."


When is the last time
You brought on an orgasm?
Tsk, Tsk, (Endorphins)


Of ev'ryone's life
Sex is a much bigger part
Than you'd imagine


Walking down the road
Enjoying the Autumn air
Winter's in the wings.


Dreams. I'm made of dreams
I've recently discovered
...Just wishing at life.


I've never been me,
But someone manufactured,
Mythical yet real.


Not enough water
Too much sewage and garbage
Too many people!


As I drift to sleep
I think another

Gone when I wake though.


I'm just a mystic
Spending life thinking thoughts
That might be of use


The leaves are blowing
Over to the neighbor's lawn
He can rake them up.


If you can't mow it
With a self-propelled walker
Then your lawn's too big


Nick Virgilio
I wonder where you are now
Heaven I suppose...


If you had to choose
Would you want "character" or...
Ingenuity?


Want to quit smoking?
Carry them around with you,
But just don't smoke 'em.


Your disappointments
May result from personal
Mistaken choices


You chose to do this,
Elected not to do that
Thus your present state


Constant media
Part of dumbing down of us
Where did quiet go?


I like my own thoughts
More than those I listen to
In the Media


Without empathy
Relationships are empty
Devoid of respect


To have a someone learn
What little you can teach is
Ultimate reward


Life is short and so
Do the things you love to do
No matter the cost


Here's the objective:
Live all the life that you can
Given its limits


Put your life on hold?
Marijuana will do it
If that's what you want...


Who you hang out with
What you try to prove to them
Determines your path


Time to start squeezin'
New routes from politicians...
"Where are we goin'?"


Give me a reason
Why I should vote FOR your guy
"Any ideas?"


The nervy sunshine
Stabs at me between the drapes
But I outsmart it


"Should have gone this way..."
However I didn't, so
On to other things...


Morning dawns and then
My ghosts come out to haunt me,
Refuse to let go


We are so blase
Witnessing catastrophes
Slowing down to gawk


I can write a check
For whatever I want now,
Since I don't want much


I am pierced through now
With stilettos of regret,
Delicious mem'ries


Everything I have
Is quite enough for me, thanks,
And mine, bless them all


I be the dreamer
Wond'ring the improbable
Before it's fathomed


I be the dreamer
Essential inhabitant
Of the world at large


Bless the curious
They shall be our salvation
By finding the way


Run after that dream
Till it gets too far ahead
Then chase another.


Burn your bridges first
Then never have to cross them
Nor find the way back


Wade into each pond,
Touch the depth but not too deep
Lest you have to swim


I aspired to be
Naught but characters in life
Thus becoming them


Life is too precious,
One cannot waste a minute;
Grab the most you can


We always succeed;
We never see ourselves fail.
Only others do.


Just hear yourself think,
You'll never see yourself do,
Nor taste of failure.


Not the end of life
But the beginning of death
Is what concerns us.


Someone is always
Barging into existence
Not leaving us be.


Life is rife with games
You play just to get along
Or don't; then you won't.


People drink all wrong
Gradually, sip by sip.
No, knock it back; stop.


Immorality:
Price gouging, obesity,
Too many children


There's morality
Or have we just forgotten?
We Capitalists


How 'bout price fixing?
Suppliers get together
Agree to soak us


Two things wrong with sports:
One: Winning over playing
Two: The pow'r of money


Ball hit with a stick
Kids' game, race to the bases
Beating the ball there


In his gradeschool days
Henry was a great pitcher
He threw the "thumb ball"


Baseball fame's secret
The Thumb Ball in or out curve
Port Whitman Sailers


Only I know me,
You may think you do, but then
Were you there when I...


While my hands still live
I'll play, if only for me
Solo audience


Deny so-called death
It only ends things here, then
Off to somewhere else


Death ain't no big deal
I been there for a little while
Welcome (when it's time)


I'm writing my own
Biography in Haiku
A poetic life


Been there done that, I
Can say that about more things
Than no matter who


Ran away from home
All the way to anywhere
Cold, hungry, came back


No regrets so far?
Well ain't you the lucky one?
But don't despair yet...


What is there to choose?
Money, fame, satisfaction?
Fun is in the chase


Happiness, talent?
Artist chases harmony.
(Perfection, alas)


Dad growing up old
Soul-dancing in jockey shorts
Son enters, stops, glares


"Dad, put some clothes on,
People will see, think you're nuts."
(Accurately so)


"Want a piece of me?
Gonna have to stand in line."
(He bumps) "Take that, girls!"


Music Exercise:
Scales in right hand, chords in left
Then switch hands, scales, chords


Talking percentage:
Which of our eye-rack johnnys
Signed to spread freedom


And what percentage
Signed up for weekend duty
And some summer camp?


Coupla weeks away
From houses, spouses, the kids?
Vacations with guns


Boys, girls, Over There
Sweating, scared, thoughtful, praying
Afgani roulette


Peeking in doorways
Then snapping back, guns a-point
To kill or be killed.


We obliterate,
Yet we charm, with candy bars
Destroy, yet befriend


Sensible people
Don't sign up to perform war
But to play at it


Rudyard Kipling's son
Old man behind him in writing
Playing war in print


Who want to be there
Want to play war like Bush did
"Mission accomplished!"


Who signed up to play
What percent to kill or die
Let's be serious


Brian Francisco
Chef who does mansions only
"Fare for your affaire"


Brian's not afraid
Life's not insurmountable
Bring it down to size


The key to stardom
Through the mansions of New York
Caterer performs


The Book of Henry
From a narrow point of view
Dealing with all things


I'm poet, know it
Ev'rything I say I say in rhyme
And also rhythm


Village Productions:
An online publication
About the arts here


Editorials,
Fiction as plausible fact
I'll be glad to write


"Wife Swap" - there's a show
Which spouse would you want to be?
Which mother too, kids?


Pope, former Nazi
Has the ultimate power
Tells you what to do


"How 'bout that, Hitler?
I am boss of ze whole vorldt!
Formula to rule!"


Ve arrre going to
(Vunce ve get reorganized)
Take over ze Vorldt!


Someone get it right
World must run as a unit
Thus be organized


Please, Death, surprise me,
Don't let me know you're coming
Just drop in some time.


Romance ev'rywhere...
Life is such a precious gift
Begging indulgence


My existence is
Living at the edge of life
Re-inventing - me.


Venture ye forth
To the edge of dizziness
But go not further


He's throwing it in
Didn't want to do it no more
'Less you invite him...


From your misjudgements
Consider the positives
After all, they count.


It's no sin to right
A trespass of omission
Rather a duty


The clouds are on fire,
Sun sets over the water
Burning up the sky.


Thank you dear Lord for
Allowing me to survive
Stupid things I've done.


Straighten out your teeth
Your smile is your calling card,
Their first impression.


He spent a whole life
Traveling down the wrong roads
Running after dreams


Being impulsive
Doing things you wouldn't do
It can change your life.


Ruled by impulses
One spends an entire lifetime
Chasing the rainbow


Raindrops pick up friends
Racing down the window pane
Toward their demise


Life in a rainstorm:
Cats and dogs and lightning too,
All intensity


The beauty of dreams
Is that you cast them yourself
All your "friends" play parts


Tears on my pillow
The love of my life's done gone
Married another


You're the very soul
Of someone once rejected
But yet, still alive


My rejecting love...
Her beauty remains the same
As we age, apart


Body looks for death
Mind is havin' too much fun
Doesn't want to go


Seventeen but once...
As it is with all ages
Yet, this one's special.


Excuse me but I
Mistook you for someone who
Might have understood.


There comes a time in
The life of ev'ry human...
Being In or Out


In can surely mean
A heap of trouble or fame
Out can mean the same.


Fame is there
Just beyond dreams
It's the transportation that's difficult


Wherever you are
You do the same things over;
Diff'rent scenery


"Drugs are the answer!"
"Ask your doctor" say the ads,
(Justifying dope).


"Get medical pot,
Disconnect reality"
Sez the evening nooz


Drugs are not the fuel
They propel only downward
Away from the top


Drugs are the reward.
Yours after you've clawed and scratched
To the pinnacle.


If you're stoned or drunk
ACT stoned or drunk. Don't pretend
You're normal, okay?


Dope may not kill you
But your reaction to things
When you do it can.


She's reduced her life
To where she can still exist
Yet smoke dope all day


When you're high on drugs
You become a crashing bore
To Ev'ryone else...


Do it without dope
Come, march your craziest self
Of your wildest dreams


Dope might be fun but
It distorts your perspective
Shows things all awry


Dermatologists:
"You are all pre-cancerous;
I can handle that."


Stuff goes right through you
When your body is prepared
You win the first round


Wait till you're ready
Then taste but moderately
Then you win again


Now it wants you back
Resist the urge to indulge
You're on a win streak


Finally Decide
Whether you really need it
Refuse. (Game, set, match).


You recall what you
Intended to remember
Forgetting the rest.


Oft times it's painful
To remember the moments
You'll never forget


You choose to breathe first
And everything after that
Till you gasp your last.


There comes a time
In ev'ryone's ev'ry day
For the sun to shine.


Yet comes night time too
Whether you're ready or not.
It comes anyway.


Life's so fragile, or
So you find when something breaks.
But then (Surprise!) it's too late.


Losers live longer
They get to try many things
And have way more fun.


You've gotta have fun
But you have to pull your weight
Life ain't free, you know.


If you're overweight
You wear your sin, and we look
To form our judgements


We miss so much life
Doing what we choose to do
Ignoring the rest


Geometric God
Circle's center ev'rywhere
Circumf'rence nowhere


I have spent this life
Trying to be somebody.
Anybody. Me.


My life in Haiku:
"Little Henry" to old man
(Very poetic)


I'll be God (As if)
Let's have a conversation
Pretend at answers


Opportunity:
Thinking while flossing your teeth
Mining crevices


I am playing God
Where the heck is my broad brush?
Ah! The Internet!


Dot com, not dot org!
"Non-profit" is just a ruse
I pay my own way


God is Perfection
That to which we all aspire
But never achieve.


Suicide Bombers
Deal with death to get over
To the better life.


Little do they know
The better life is right here
Just beyond blind faith


Lie in a hammock
Contemplate the universe
Let the clouds roll by


Very small are we
Yet how vast the universe
Nothing has "meaning."


My time is over
Now it's up to you, you, you.
Carry on, kinder.


Henry Francisco
Age eight, suddenly became
Henry John Henry


H. John Henry's dead
Long live Henry Francisco
In word, music, thought.


Enjoy what you got
Don't worry 'bout what you ain't*
*Key to happy life


Do what you can do
Avoid the things that you can't
(Only so much time...)


Dregs of life remain
To be consumed with gusto
Till they're all used up


When it's time to die
Move on. Another life waits
Yearning to be lived.


As the years pass by
We search for some relevance
Keeping up the fight


Artistic talent
Warrior mentality
Need them both. Too bad.


It's not the doing,
What's important is the myth
Of the enjoyment


A young man, I sang
"Ma, he's making eyes at me"
In gay cabarets


Storms of life o'er time:
Raindrops racing down windows...
Inconsequential


In a dream I play
The piano at the bank
Moolah serenades


Haunted by mem'ries
I wend my way to dreamland
Behold new visions!


Who needs memory?
Now we have hard drives, thumb drives
To store our thinking


Think with the rhythm
Ravings of a lunatic
Predict the future


I just pretended
To have Alzheimer's Disease
"I don't know nuthin'"


I just didn't want
To converse with anyone
In the time I had


Exercise guru:
He's ninety seven years old
Doin' funky moves


The ultimate drug
But only while you taste it
A Henry's Ice Cream


Haikus by Henry
Just click on the link below
(Mouse-click Imagery)


Artistic people
That's what the Francisco's are
No escaping it.


Never serious
About anything in life
Except performing


We are but artists
Who don't compete, yea, we invent
Thus the world sees


Her father's talent
Coupled to mother's morals
Success is assured


Think in your medium
Form what you want to express
Make it so we feel


Why do you want "Friends?"
Only a waste of your time
If you're an artist


Learn to dig yourself
There's more there that meets the mind
Nuggets of pure gold


Feel the need to talk?
Speak to yourself. After all,
You've something to say


Hooked on "feeling good,"
But the older you get
Fewer are the ways


Two exclusive things:
Where you are, and where you're at
So how about you?


You're an old man now
Stop trying to rescue yourself
You're already saved


Stay right there Henry
You've got where you want to go
Develop that thing


Where does the time go
When you're havin' all that fun?
To posterity


Songs about money
Now you have it now you don't
(Denominators)


Here's a new riffle:
Noontime piano at the bank
(Happy money tunes)


"The financial blues
Disappear at PNC
Celebrate your dough"


In the actor's mind
Stardom is the goal somehow
Good, bad, no matter


I know how he felt
John Wilkes Booth, that assassin
No one would listen


No one would watch him
Do Hamlet or Richard III
So he shot Lincoln


Believers in God
Conclude, based on naught but faith
Taught them by others


Let us say I'm right
There is no God or Heaven.
Then what e'er's the use?


My dreams were varied
Befitting an Ice Cream Store's
Flavors and colors


My Dreams were modest
Thus achieved regularly
(Multifarious)


The Human Body
Complicated mechanism
So much can go wrong


Francisco's are inventors
We don't compete
We come up with our own


"Inappropriate
Personal relationship"
(Tsk, Tsk, cavorter)


Make friends with the bugs
It's they who will devour you
As their final meal


Government needs dough?
Why not tax the Internet:
Emails that we read


If System X is
As far as you want to go,
Does your stuff? Keep it.


To FATHER DAN:

That we all would be
Someone's favorite something,
Remembered as such...


Surely to be wished
But it's mighty elusive
Mem'ry's Hall of Fame


Whose fav'rites are we?
Or have we seen the death of
(I should say passing)


"Favorite-ism"
Replaced by that old standard
Popularity?


I s'pose that's "High School"
Yet, that's how we live again
Recalling good years,


Best times traded for
Whatever was to follow,
If and when it came.


Thus we are here now
Casting our teacher in mind
Ah! There! Up ahead...


He goes; knows the way
As he did those years ago
Our English guru.


Yea his spirit lives
In our imaginations
He sparked 'way back then.


So, we'll get there too:
Class reunions in ether -
"The Bells" ring again...


Running from the past
Can't be such a bad idea
Keeps you in good shape


"Give your mind over"
A form of insanity:
Alzheimer's


Alzheimer's may not
Be too bad. You'll remember
A bunch of NEW things


FLASH! to Mike Henry:
The neighborhood talent show
Cleveland and his friends


You get a chance to
Show off to the neighborhood
Getting up on stage


Tell a tale 'bout you
Something you did that made me
Love you even more


He sang boy to boy
Love songs, as Cole Porter would
And he meant them too


Sang in a gay bar
Tell me, are there still gay bars?
I've lost touch, it seems


Exponentially
You can be cyber-famous
Rapid expansion


Ideas are catching
Their contagion quite rampant
Good ones OR bad ones


But will they catch on?
Against inoculations
By their opponents


I want to write it
Before I forget it all
The way it happened


So I'll tell you things
Just as I remember them
From my pinnacle


It is all in there
The Port Whitman Times dot com
Blogspot Daily Realm


Give me a forum
Where I can express my thoughts
And I'll change your mind


Marijuana's charge:
It makes you think that you are
More of what you are


Shave and a haircut
Luxuries of days gone by
Yet not forgotten


Charlene sure could dance
But she was a big girl, see?
So she sorta "cruised."


In rhythm, mind you
Smooth, coming in to the dock
Rhythmic motorboat


No, not Italian
The Franciscos have been here
Before Jeffersons


Temptations to do
Outweigh those to read about
Till doing is o'er


Blizzard! From inside...
The image of our front door
Top to bottom snow


Have you ever read
Anything I wrote, or heard
Music that I played?


Winter is comin'
Keep your feet warm, your neck too
Ward off sickness


Father, I have sins
Too numerous to mention
Please forgive them all


When someone dies young
Somehow he stays forever
That age in our minds


In your oddball way
You long to be relevant
To mean something more


Music takes you back
To places you might not want
Ever to return


Want to be happy?
Be able to get into
Whatever you do.


You can be happy
Just don't court money or fame
Enjoy what you do


Chords are merriment
Really int'resting puzzles
You solve in your ear


We know how he died
But lo, what was he thinking
As he passed away?


"I've decided that
I'm going to be insane"
Speaketh the shirker


"Fuck the whole damn world
Nobody understands me!"
So saith the fool


Do insane people
Decide to go 'round the bend?
Do they make a choice?


School defies PC
Political Correctness
Swims against the tide


Life's a controlled mess
Like bricklaying: mortar, block,
Formed into buildings


After you build it
Step back, appreciate it
You fade away, die.


One can but wonder
At all of Hitler's power
How it went so wrong


Somehow stay playful
And your youth is well-assured.
It's all "attitude."


Whorehouse pianist
Played tunes for getting it on
Picking one's pleasures


Straight up bebop jazz:
Cotton Candy for the ear
Pure ephemera


Composing music:
Write what e'er occurs to you
Tunes snatched from the air


Purged of life itself
Coming down to the end now
No bridge left unburned


Death comes tomorrow...
What will you have left behind?
Something substantial?


Playing piano:
Master the "thumb-under" move
Along with triads


In my dreamland I'm
A pianist and composer
Inventing new tunes


Some night I'll decide
I'm gonna stay in dream land
Bridge to the next life


To live in dreamland
Permanently is my wish
Finally achieved


If I had my choice
Here is how I'd like to die:
Go. Sleep. Don't wake up.


Did a bunch of stuff
I had no business doing
But it was there, so...


A new way to learn
How to play the piano:
Chords, not scales, to start


Not a follower
Nor inclined to leadership
Just want to be me


Here's the idea.
Just create the dialogue.
(Shouldn't be too hard)


Coupla characters
A one-act play, maybe more
Controversial though...


God creates the souls
Men and women make babies
Not at the same rate


More babies than souls
Thus our essences return
Time and time again


After each demise
Heaven's gate requires a choice:
Go in or go back


Each time St. Peter
Explains the alternatives
To new arrivals


The Lord's gatekeeper,
Helps each candidate's spirit
Make the decision


Retire to Heaven
Or wait in purgatory
For the next body


The choice is random
Or go to the end of the line
How democratic


Take a body here
Reincarnation bingo
To go live a life


You think you'd recall
Having existed before,
Ain't gonna happen


But talents survive
Make transitions to the new
Unaware of death


"Think outside the box"
Don't fear exploring unknowns
"Walk on the Wild Side!"


Play a three-note chord:
Three white keys each separate
By a single note


Improvise a tune
To the harmony you'll make
With the three-note chord


Only use white keys
At first to learn mo' better
Play a well-known song


"Hey diddle-dee-dee"
It's a doctor's life for me
Healing the body


Outlaw lobbying!
Take the money interests
Out of Washington!


Ban the Lobbyists!
Their money is ruining
The United States


The Jazz Band players
From the Darktown Strutters Hall
Made it all special


"Occupy Wall Street"
Figure things out now
The way they might be better


For Some, things couldn't

Get better; And for others

They couldn't be worse.


Modern Confucius
Is what I'm aiming to be
Making sense today


I think extra-box...
Forbidden contemplations
...See if there's logic


...Educational
Playing in between the notes
Where the wild tones lurk

"Occupy Wall Street!"
Blog to save all from ruin
Owing to Money


Please, not to worry;
I'll be back, and when I come
You'll recognize me


Erie is best viewed
In luminous retrospect
Having grown up there


Ravel's Bolero
Smooth operator's version
Seduction music


Now that you're retired
What's to do to fill the days?
Well, you make things fit


Man needs a woman
Telling him he's her hero
Not a nincompoop


The person who writes
Is not the who you are, but
The one that might be


Onomodopy:
It sounds like what it's being
Broadcasting pictures


Life's a vacation
Away from what passes for death
When bodies wear out


When's the time to live
If you don't believe in God
Or Heaven? It's now


Life's a bit of fun
Heaven's long on promises
Hell? Let's don't go there


Look at what's coming
Death is a life after all
So don't ignore it


Listen to Mahler
Take a stroll on a green screen
Fill in your own scene


Mahler Symphony
It's like a walk in the woods
Without leaving home


Demagogue wanted
To take over OWS
"Communicator"


I'm saving the world
Trouble is, most people just
Aren't int'rested


The anointed ones -
Some people are just special
With "star" quality


God creates spirits
Humans create more people
Souls? Reusable


Life on 18th Street
Comic books, cowboy movies,
Ice cream and the strap


Grand old tradition -
"They're all nuts" someone said
"The Henry's, I mean."


We, the survivors
Somehow have learned the secret -
How to make it last


Don't need any pills
To counter my excesses.
I just cut them out.


Mahler's music goes
Onward, into the abyss
Without looking back


Why not create jobs
That offenders can work at
For the common good


With a chain and ball
On a little cart attached
Picking up refuse


A sign on his back
Sez: "Your tax dollars at work"
(Con... Paying you back)


Con sorting the trash
Carefully; gets time off for
"Inconsistencies"


The bargain sentence
Five years - Or ten, but bonus:
Time off for "goods found"


There's an item scale
For ounces of contraband
Found in the garbage


Sleeps out ev'ry night
Regardless of the weather
Pack upon his back


The Mork Manual
Of Marijuana healing
Only in your mind


Don't get complacent
Keep on planning all the time
Stay ahead of fate


Overblown beliefs
In personal importance
Keep our hopes alive


This is not junk mail!
One can send fifty per day
(Personal contacts)


We fight for your eyes
To get our message across
Then fire scattershot


The annual cost
Of putting someone in jail:
Forty grand, easy


There is no answer
So, then, put your depression
Into your writing


I do what I can
Not the so-called "possible"
Sure things my oeuvre


We do what we can
And if we're adventurous...
Attempt what we might


To the wherever...
Music takes you on a trip
With the composer


Goodbye everyone
Enjoy the bread, soup, music
And read the Haiku


Listen here you all
I got an invitation
To the Kahkwa Club


The Erie In-group
At the Junior Assembly Ball
The deluding dance


If I'd known there was
All that sex available
I'd have been a priest


Survival's about
Figuring out what to do
When it counts the most


Didn't want to learn
But just to experience
All life's offerings


"Won't you think of me
(Song of the broken-hearted)
When I think of you?"


Of course that person
Is wishing they were with you
Far away tonight


In playing music
Ev'rything leads somewhere else
Where you're led to go


My one faithful friend
Music, always there when I
Need a companion


Fin'lly realized
It's a sad state of affairs
All I've left is me


Use your handkerchief...
Lug your snot in your pocket
(Grand old tradition)


Hope you look upon
Life as a long adventure
You a pioneer


The true creative
Won't become mired in a job
Beyond surviving


Tra la la la la
Life is a barrel of fun
Why make it serious?


First we learn to speak
Then to write it down
Why not play it in music?


Wrote movie reviews
Composed a book of music
Thousands of Haikus


Peddled daily news
Picked papers on the roadside
Fin'lly wrote my own


I was butterfly
Cio Cio San tasting flowers
Ev'rywhere in life


Rode my bicycle
All the way to Aunt Mildred's
Got hit by a car


Avoided law school
Worked IBM for a week
Never wanted wings


Learned three languages
English, Spanish, Japanese
Well enough to speak


Lived in Tokyo
New York's "Yorkville" and
Camden New Jersey


Grew up in Erie
Watched the prettiest sunsets
From a Presque Isle beach


Catcher in baseball
Did tricks off the diving board
Round ball in grade school


Became two people
Henry John Francisco first
Then H. John Henry


Peddled newspapers
Sold the Bible in Spanish
Houses in Camden


To BE something, Nah!
But to credibly play it..
Aye, there's life's good fun


Life's a bloomin' ball
And think... You only get one
Make the most of it


I got to fly jets
Wrote articles people read
And played Harold Hill


I was a Psi U
And graduated Wharton
Toured with Mask & Wig


I have played the fool
Not only that but been him
Often in my life


You've reached the stage when
Nobody wants what you have
Then it's time to go


I've been there done that
More things than anybody
Another life awaits


National ID
Cards that show us who we are
And those we are not


God creates the souls
Men and women make babies
Not at the same rate


More babies than souls
Thus our essences return
Time and time again


When at last you see
Naught but life's imperfections
Adjourn to the next


We live in an age
Of things that seem elegant
But really aren't


"Nevermore" saith
The ebony raven high
To the lowly worm


Sing a song of cheer
Christmastime comes once a year
Whew! (Glad that's over)


Prosperity looms
Ev'ry country needs its own
Yule celebration


I wanna get fame
Show all those high school skeptics
Have the final laugh


"Strive" (Umoja) - That means work hard
To learn, know, to educate
Yourself and your own


"Strive" (Umoja) - Achieve
Don't stop moving till you can't
Budge a new idea


"Strive" (Umoja) - is Unity
Celebrate the effort that you
Put forth daily


"Strive" (Umoja) - Evaluate
Look in the mirror so you'll
Be a better yourself


Dreary drizzly day
You can just see the water
Hanging in the air


From Dreary Erie
"The mistake on the lake" comes
Henry Francisco


All have Christmas joy
Dropping our doctrinal guards
We give and take gifts


...Don't think anyone
Enjoys life more than I do
It's an ice cream cone


To bike in Winter
Dress like you're going skiing
Keeping out the cold


When too old to fuck
Cunnilingus is yummy
Tick'ling the hot point


No one's easier
To fool than a person who's
Convinced that he's right


I don't wanna be
There when I die. And it's true:
I'll be somewhere else


What is life to do?
Is it to accomplish or
To experience?


Once ego is borne
Into this world, It has to
Shoulder principles


Bad premonitions
Have an amazingly high
Accuracy rate


There's just a thin line
Separating deepest faith
From intolerance


The older I get
The less deterred I am by
Something "disgusting"


You got leftovers?
Make 'em into bread or soup
Then that's all you eat


Where there exists light
There must also be shadow
Thusly shadow, light


Where there exists life
Death must also play a role
Polarity rules


Wait long enough and
Ev'rything will come to you
If you don't die first


Just the same as cars
Spirits ride on bicycles;
Maybe even more,


Pedaling away,
Making wheels go 'round and 'round
Generating life,


Which is where you'll find
Activity, existence,
Remembering, us.


Sandbox pianist
Building musical castles
Under them, tunnels


Improbables rule
In a world where dreams abide.
Reality waits.


The thing about fire
Is its ever-changing-ness
Rude pyrotechnics


Comes to a point now
I done worn out all my friends
If e'er pals they were


Mahler pushes on
Takes music to the limits
Of the Classical


After you are gone
With whom will I be able
To descend to the

Same low level of
Cynicism where we went
Betimes, and then some


Don't stop creating
Just because Cain killed Abel.
Life goes on. Death not.


Enjoyed the moments
I've got the greatest memories
Never ventured far


Alcohol? Pot? Drugs?
Take just enough so it won't
Affect your judgement


"Haikus! A quarter!"
Enter a subject and out
Comes an epigram


Make sure what you do
Is fun for you; after all
What's gonna be next?


If there is no God
Nor Heaven or afterlife
Look at all you missed


It isn't the speech
Nor even the idea
But how it's expressed


What things must you do
Completely by feel, blindly?
Pick your nose, wipe your...


Okay hero, fine;
But what are you doing now
That the war's over?


Listen to music
Melody, harmony rule
Rhythm's but adjunct


"Mister Henry, I
Ain't no dumb nigger, you know,"
Said Willie to me.


Still, muffled aspect -
The eerie quietness of snow.
Behold Wintertime!


Trying to construct
An alternate universe
(Is it playing God?)


I could never see
The point of competition
"I can piss farther..."


Any kind of drug
Makes you more of what you are
What e'er that may be...


Do you know one note
From another by hearing
It just in your mind?


All the news that fits
Suspension of disbelief:
The Port Whitman Times


You won't want to miss
The Cathedral Prep Minstrels
Satire, Humor, Song


You can't continue
To beat yourself o'er the head
Go, be successful


Not afraid to be
The utter fool, I went and
Clowned my way thru life


Problem of old age:
How to remain relevant
Yet not chaotic


My fav'rite wrestler
Mouse Ulrich, Comedian
Of the high school mat


Alas, computers:
God's gift to the creative.
(Resume from saved point)


Life is too much fun
Why consider something so
Absurd as dying


Failure can be fun:
Plunge into something about
Which you know nothing


Living on the edge
Of discov'ry of myself -
A constant pattern


The appellation "gay"
Has a bad connotation
A swishy inference


If you can play in
The style of Stevie Wonder
You'll just have a ball


Masturbatory
Oh sure, it makes you feel good
As it breaks new ground


The minimalist
Yet the maximum use of
The allotted time


Have you by chance made
The maximum use of your
Small allotted time?


Or are you selling
In spite of what you're thinking,
What the people want?


If drugs were legal
Spelling death to the profit,
They'd do something else


Killing is lethal
Thus, death is not an option
Black Jeopardy is


U.S. ID card
All your personal info
Right in your pocket


John Henry plays God
Purports to solve the problems
Of the Universe


Organize Black Crime
Protect innocent people
Who just want to live


(Let's us manage us.)
"You mean there isn't a God?"
(That's right. Only us.)


"Supposedly, then
Who made us what we are now?"
(God's superior:


Nature, by itself,
Space, wonder of nothing-ness
And Whatever's there.)


Who ought to be God?
In "God's world," problems are solved.
"What would God do here?"


Who would speak for God
And try to do the just thing
Circumstantially?


The year: 2Q12
Port Whitman is created
Its begetter: I.


"In my mind
I saw a city invincible"
Where is that city?


I say Port Whitman
Is the place which in his mind
Walt Whitman pictured


I'm happy and proud
With offspring who are:
Teacher, writer, pianist.


Is it playing?
What is the name of the game?
(It's naming the game)


Old age orgasms
Benefit body, mind, soul
Despite what you dream


The easy way out:
Faith. The belief that some One
Created it all


You pick out the horse
You think you'll enjoy riding
To the race's end


Children of Henry's
All influenced by the store
As were our parents


Henry became John
Thus a performer in life
As well as on stage


Charles made sculpture
Something from former nothing
That seems meaningful


Lois played piano
Accompanied performers
Shows, clubs, recitals


Nancy took pictures
Beautiful shots of nature
The lake's environs


Henry's Ice Cream Bar
Wonderful thing of the past
From nothing it grew


I'm trying to say
Something that really makes sense
To an open mind


I sit at my desk
Pick my nose and scratch my head
Searching for nuggets


Whatever happened
To your big date, the kid who
Took you to the prom?


Student, you will fall
In love with the piano
Travel down the road


It rarely comes, so
Take time for inspiration
You will be surprised!


Heaven: Behold the place
Where the good things that happened
To you here recur


I'm so creative
'times I think I'm gonna bust
So I write, I sing


Play White-key triads
Using fingers 1-3-5
Ev'ry other key


It only takes you
To gauge your relationships
Then go make judgments


Mahler symphonies:
Ev'ry emotion you could
Think of is in them


I did ev'rything
But nothing permanently
As was my desire


"Just Do It" they say.
So I did, 'most all of it.
(Great Variety!)


"Just Do It" they cried
Not win, nor make a profit,
But participate


You go down a road
Take whatever you encounter
Emerge with results


It's called "Pass it on"
Music is just a language
Turn on to the beat


Free online lessons:
About the piano, yet
Not how it's been taught


Ev'rything's grander
'neath the benign influence
Of my weekly squeeze


Notes "go" together
Chords are keys to harmony
To "hearing" music


You set the tempo–
"Rhythm Box" for the toddler
Baby changes style


I believe I'm shunned
Nobody will talk to me
Guess I'll go play tunes


WPW-FM
Celebrates Gus Mahler week
Plays his tunes only


There's a second life:
Alternate reality
Here in Port Whitman

A place that exists
Port Whitman lurks in the minds
Of its citizens

Part of elsewhere once,
But ultimately banished
For being outré


"Same old Song" cafe
Plays the same piece of music
All day, diff'rent styles


Do something useful
If not for ev'rybody,
At least somebody


You have a life, but
Do you have an atelier
Where you create things?


Then... it used to be
Access anything quickly.
Now... Web ads intrude.


Remaining useful,
Purveying wisdom acquired:
The plight of old age


Here's a legacy:
Make sure you don't die slowly.
Eat right. Exercise


Obtuse people watch,
See typical lawbreakers
Caught on surveillance


TV News Programs
Create a stereotype:
Hoodie criminals


People in hoodies
Demonstrating? Then they ALL
Look like criminals


Wear your hoodie, yeah
But find another costume
To demonstrate in


My bank has a sign:

No hoodies & sunglasses.

Stereotyping.


For good reason too.

Watch the evening news:

Robbers surveilled in hoodies.


Babies push buttons
Playing with their rhythm cubes
Gettin' with the beat


A fraud's what I am
Pretending not to be one
Defining the act


I steal from the poor.
To justify my existence,
I give to the birds.


In order to win
You have to place yourself in
The realm of sure things


He be's the dreamer
Sometimes they even come true;
But then they might not...


Ah! You lived a life...
And what did you contribute
That others might use?


"Enjoyment" - Does it
Serve utility, or do
We owe something back?


In music, as life
One thing leads to another
In "composer" logic.


Mahler: perfect music
For any Hitler movie.
Rising above plot...


Took all the chances,
I have made all the mistakes
And paid dearly too


Music's magic hath
Charms to soothe the savage beast,
If it's listening


If I but knew then
The lot I've realized since,
Life'd be diff'rent


Happiness ain't the
Art of being well-deceived,
But of knowing truth


Ain't much in prison
But two things: Hate and Power.
Learn to deal with them

Music without roots
Goes along to where it wants
Ignoring the rules


Compromise, no less
Is the refuge of scoundrels
Who'll do anything...


The meaning of life:
Go have a whole lotta fun
And live a long time.


"Don't hurt nobody"
Especially not yourself
In your odyssey


Eschew violence
The internet is the sword
For spreading The Word


WHEE! War is naught but
A deadly game played by those
Devoid of options


When your party wins
Resist temptations to gloat
Get down to business


Que era era
Que esta, por ahora
Que sera sera


What was once was then
What is now surely exists
What will be will be


Write down a poem
Say something significant
So we remember


Raise up a child
Who'll go out and make a mark
That'll mean something


Write down forceful words
That'll pierce the shell we've built
Then make us act out


Can you remember
When you were the golden boy ?
Did you seize the day?


Up on the top floor
I can only see the sky
Not a bad view, tho...


Arguing about
Politics and Religion:
Classic waste of time.