I forget how to log out.... where's the button to zap it and make it go away....this is where I am weak God....I always hold on way too long past broken.  I know there's no button God but how I wish there was!

The only kind I do not have.... strength to fake it for a while til I'm not completely lost in sad.

I can squeeze an ocean from my pillow from just the first night.  If I keep crying like this it will be worse than the biblical flood.

Leads to misunderstandings and broken hearts.  Talk to them directly, be honest from the start.
And realize that words not silence can tear a world apart.

Into your hands I commend my spirit

A wonderful sunrise a crimson sunset
A hero, a friend, a speed demon angel.

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Everything I see I eat...gotta fatten up for the slaving ahead....if I expend 6000 calories slinging that hammer 12 hrs a day....I gotta eat by the pound.  Ain't worried...I never get round but **** I'll get weak if I don't eat til I can't speak.

If I don't ****** a doe it's eggplant parmesan for dinner.
Wait no no.... gotta use those nice zucchini and yellow summer squash too, add a lil provolone, with a homemade marinara, some asiago and a basil leaf to boot.  Fresh garden Napoleons....but it would be so much better with a rosemary skewered venison filet....here deer. .here deer.

Sticky itchy skunky stinky.....puff puff puff puff no need to give.... Colby's got his own big fatty as we slowly trim.
But boy it's getting warm up here ....time for second breakfast....toss me one Dem cold ones before the I load the bow for deer.

Trim trimmy trim trim trim trimmy...trim trim trim trim trim  trim trim trim trimmy.....

Time to head back up that hollow and finish trimming my ****.  Colby you better have a couple Starbucks double shots!  Come on Bubba...outta bed...mountain time again.

Oh puppy you smell so good...that long ol scrubbing made ya soft and cuddly.  Just quit farting Bubba...you keep waking me up!

Thank you God for showing me that you have some grand plan in mind even if it isn't what I thought that plan should nor if I know not yet what it could be.

But I turned it on just now to some random show after 60 minutes...."God friended Me".... weird how he makes me listen when I need to.

¡Mejor solo que mal acompañado!

They all just joined me for crop-dust sesh....huuuuweeee

I feel better already!

Went to the corner store....man ..I was hecka Changged

Deer Valley, UT - 2008

A conversation with a contractor before the million dollar remodel.  

UT contractor: What color ***** ya gonna use?

Me: Whoa...that means something totally different where I'm from!

Ya knew me when ya blew me!!!;

Hahaha... Vato humor!

Eli the poet just pulled up in a ranfla...   '64 Impala on Daytons, gold glitter, hydraulics....clean *** ride!

Invest
Nest
The best
Rest
Detest
Test
Lest
Zest
Blest

Otherwise known as Rosie Palm and her 5 sisters.  Girl you too much... your sweet love gives me blisters.

Two friends of mine....with whom I'll always share my ****!

Give me some guidance here!

But I came out a ****** roller.

When I broke up with my eighth grade girlfriend I was kinda mean....I told her I'd found my one true love....to this day she remains the love of my life...one that never causes strife....I love her so much I've cloned her a million times.  Rooted her in several states even foreign soil.  Every flavor, every size, she gets me Everytime; ever funs my spoils.   To my faithful lover I pledge my love til the end of ryhme.  Never smoke in mirrors....with her I'll be just fine.

Relief.... belief in me

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Bereft
She left

Thank you James for helping me remember that I deserve more than I've received....for it only matters that I and I alone know I've not deceived.

I'll not peddle off my power nor my morals defend with hate. I'll leave it to the man upstairs to judge me ..for him to seal my fate.

For when I stand before him I'll look Him in the eye not glance and look away.  So for now I'll keep on truckin' truth lights my lonesome way.

I'm getting the feeling that the formula for burning hot is actually very simple....pose a question!

I've been given several Nick's throughout my life. As an infant I was Gordo, in grammar school my buck teeth made me a ******.  In high school I became the infamous Johnny Chingas...a moniker I use in a certain way.  In college I was christened 20 perhaps I'll tell you why some day.  But of all the nicknames  I've been given there's only one I have heard no one speak...Crimson.  I will not die I will not rest until you say it out loud in front of me with all that heart and soul you hide locked up in that chest.

Maybe its me but Edmund Black and Ilion Grey sure look like twins....and those names...hmmm a Grey lion and a black world....sure y'all aint related....Brooklyn and Jersey?

How does it feel when someone calls you a liar when you yourself knows it's untrue?..makes you sad, sometimes mad, but mostly really blue.

Why are all poems that consider love filled with boys and girls....I am your man and you my woman...and as such we both know what we want.

Do you think a girl could love a boy who writes for her a million poems?  That's what I plan to do.

Not for blue fîn nor big eye but for the tastiest 5'11" ocean eyes I've ever seen.  Hopefully she's still around and nibbles at the bait.

Bubba says make tartare of venison but I'm not quite so sure... how bout we just cook it blue and finish off with lemon juice.  Saltpepper, add cumin and some garlic....then I can eat it too.

For the only star in my blackened sky but she's absconded with my soul one more time!

Restring the crossbow, wax to smooth the rail.  Sight in the little dot....ready for a shot.  Been quit a while since I've made a ****....tough to take a chance with houses on the hill.  

Maybe today my little fury friends....I won't make you suffer .....neck shot, broken, fall...the end.  Hang ya on a tree, strip off all the skin, bleed ya from the neck, gut ya now I'll cut you limb from limb.

Pack the meat in ice.....go home to make some dinner... venison enticed.  How should I prepare you ..grilled or slowly stewed. Perhaps I'll make a birria...Bubba...I leave it up to you!

Dont look so blue my big Bubbalou...you know it's not forever that I'm leaving you.  Gotta make the cake so we can both eat....the paintings aren't quite cutting it yet and i won't sell the ****.  So Bubbalou...I know it's genetically engrained to be black and blue.... your Papa an  American, your mama a different hue....but remember my puppy to you I'll always be true...you love me
no matter and that's how I love too.

Creeping in....can't let it win...got too much to do ...pack my tools.... arrange Bubba's schedule for the next 6-8 weeks, clean the filth out of my garage from these last days of pretending to be ok and just leaving everything in disarray.  There's a Star that can make me smile but she won't look down at me so I'll frown until I can sneak another peek.

Downtown Long Beach....Fender's ballroom...what a bash...every weekend burn and crash.  Angry Samoans, The Germs, Ramones, Descendants, FEAR, UK Subs, Exploited, the ****** Vandals, DRI, Dead Kennedys....the Circle Jerks....I saw all these bands and many many more before i was 16.  Sporting a white mohawk or black liberty pulls pushing pulling shoving slamming....those were the days.

Don't wanna get burrito faced but I do want one of them TJ dogs with bacon and jalapenos.

Ain't he cute!  Looks like a miniature hornless bull.

I just puke on the page when I get the urge....no structured bad grammar...missed spells andnofuckinpunctuation.

So you don't like it... don't read it

Arrr arr auuuuuuuu

Rub a dub dub me and Bubba in the tub making mud.  Scrub scrub scrub so we won't be such grubs.

Is not always nice...as much as it could sing of love it should also scream of hate.  It should make one laugh...and also want to die.  I'll not put the real me in separate compartments to hide and show as I please. This and truth are who I and that's enough for me.