Ah, se ela soubesse
Que quando ela passa
O mundo inteirinho se enche de graça
E fica mais lindo
Por causa do amor

©Stan Getz

As long as YOU read and hear my words.

Soy el fuego que arde tu piel
Soy el agua que mata tu sed
El castillo, la torre yo soy
La espada que guarda el caudal
Tú, el aire que respiro yo
Y la luz de la luna en el mar
La garganta que ansío mojar
Que temo ahogar de amor
Y cuáles deseos me vas a dar, oh
Dices tu, mi tesoro basta con mirarlo
Y tuyo será, y tuyo será

Songwriters: Rodrigo Amarante de Castro Neves
Tuyo lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

I want to be the sun that warms your face and the blessed rain that washes away your pain

I was inspired in the wee hours to call all my peeps throughout today in NY, TX, AZ, OR, WY, WA VA, Colombia, Mexico, Panama, Argentina, Canada, Japan, the UK, Italy, Spain......tell em I'm alive and haven't felt this alive in 20 years.....they all thought I was dead!

My heart jumped off the couch like a flea off a dog's head that spotted a fine flea....and as it descended the fine flea noticed and caught me to save me from jumping too far

I apologize on behalf of all poets to all poets who feel they have been slighted by one or another poet's hand.  There is no hate, only love....one love...it's just that one and only one gets more love than the rest.... that's because her love is the best.

I don't disseminate hate, I unglove love.

Sometimes when I don't stroke those curvy girls for a while, they wail when I do.

Forevermore

I drive 200 mph thru her curves at night until I can finally fall asleep.

My heart fluttered today
caught a Lyft and flew away....it went to go find you.

Why would I invite the reaper to the harvest?  I won't! Thus shall I remain immortal.

To all my fellow HP poets....one love... there's nothing more to be said

Conversation with the right being is worth eight years of silence.

Balance your life with extremes to truly know this realm.

All night

So tomorrow I wear black for the 5th time this year.  Wonder if I'll be the one they're bidding farewell to next.  When death comes, I'll have no fear.

As did she when she left the court and all its jesters

It Rose in the east and settled in Southern California.

The cups a poet must drink from to have the fuel to write.

Bear false witness.....
Beware of false profits, idols and scribes....they like to lie in your midst.l

Is only me....ANu poet

And then I grabbed the torch and started painting.

Sometimes we gouge our eyes out to see what we can't believe

When two Gods collaborate even the angels can't sing along for it makes them shed too many tears of joy.

RIP CHRIS CORNELL & PRINCE....Nothing compares to you.

Yeah....gotta bow out for a few....got real things to do.

Broke my own rule......put it on paper so only the receiver can get the message

I ODed on IT back in the nineties....swore I'd never use it again....but here I am looking for my friend.

And none of them want to play me a tune.... they're mad at me for what I did to you.

It takes me to heaven

In Hell I'll Be in good Company

****** love couldn't go no further.  Proud of and disgusted by her.  Push on a little bruise and battered. Ohh Lord baby, I ain't coming home with you.

My life's a bit more colder,  ****** wife is what I told her. Brass knife sinks into my shoulder....ahhh no baby don't know what I'm gonna do

I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze. The stage it smells, tells, hell bells, miss spells, knocks me on my knees.

It didn't hurt flirt blood squirt stuffed shirt hang me on a tree.  After I count down three rounds in hell I'll be in good company.

©The Dead South

The phone rings...
Carlos - Hey brother
....just calling to let ya know H
passed away last night...asthma attack... couldn't revive em.
Me - what the ****.... we're falling like Dominoes bro.  Man...I didn't get a chance to tell him I forgave him.... Here's to you Harry.... your fight is over...see you on the other side.

Dime primacho.... cuántos son y qué hay que hacer.

Dawn's dew slides down a blade of grass.  Reflective mirror sometimes of brass.  Deflecting the sun until I come undone

When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
And I wish I was special
You're so ******' special
But I'm a creep, I'm a ******.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.
I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so ******' special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep, I'm a ******.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.
She's running out again,
She's running out
She's run run run run
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so ******' special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep, I'm a ******,
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.
I don't belong here.
Songwriters: Mike Hazlewood / Albert Hammond / Colin Greenwood / Jonathan Greenwood / Edward O'brien / Philip Selway / Thomas Yorke
Creep lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

All day!  Shaka brah!

I've become the penny
we've all thrown away,
tarnished scratched and worthless in the world today

Don't try to find me
I'm already gone....
....in someone else's
pocket in a world
gone wrong.  

Don't try to save me
I'm already lost
underneath the shadows
of an ice cold frost

I've become the penny in the world today...

Woke from a dream in a dream woke again thinking it was a dream but but then it hit me....it's this nightmare, my HP reality

Apologies to all my hp friends....words should never cut like knives ...create space and thus the end

No es tamal pero está mala.

Some read between lines finding things that don't exist from poems written years ago now published by my wrist.  Funny how we all clown to bring each other down.

Y'all play your games, I'll play mine...one love to all you..I hope your alter egos feeling fine.

If you're gonna shoot in the air....have it come down on you... it's only fair.

My man.....¡Eli!.... "Ey...write a poem about my Ryobi set...I gotta sell it Holmes"......
.tell em I got blades bits I got everything...18 volt....

Just don't talk to her for a couple days, maybe 3....**** the whole week eh.!

More words of wisdom from my boy Eli.....I got guns i got cuetes...I ain't gonna use em....but don't ask me for em to do your work...get your own.... leva..you call yourself a g...hahaha