Every time I see imperfection
I see truth

There it is.
Look at my face.
Do you want a second helping?
For the most part - it's different.
The satisfaction of the culture group.
Grandiose feelings of the forbearer.
Gigantic forces distinguish our lives regulating a mutual - agreement.
Doesn't it.

silhouette in the dark
the orange tree was plump
smell the sweet

i know there are a whole lot of rules and regulations when you write - poetry
but blow it all out the window
and write like no one will ever read it

It's ok to be scared.
and it's ok to be mortified humiliated and
is there a word for that?
Rub your eyes.
cry and be angry and

Be.

my energy surpasses the required limit
i see the line and i jump
when i look back i expect people to be right behind me
what i see is vacant stares
i shake my head and think to myself "I'm alive!"
i'm alive until i'm dead

i'll dance and look at you with a vacant glance
because that is what you deserve
i'll breathe that heavy breath
that breath that you wish to breathe
at 10pm
the party hasn't even STARTED

i'm in the wrong place
i need to find the forest that accepts strangers
who love the vines and the twisted roots
and the organic soil rich with nutrients
blinding glitter in the sand
singing under my feet

as i walk
WALK

..
& hold it
to your heart
in the key
of G
..

& for those of you who like to read more.....

..
the key of G is warm
like toast & jam
holding space
is like chilli
& ice

Scream.
silently
in the breath of the one who knows
& feels
just like you
..

it's the rhythm that takes me to the place i want to be
i'll dance in the kitchen when you're not there
i'll dance anyway
life is like a brick right now
one single brick
we'll build an empire
starting with
that one
brick

He put his beautiful hands inside her chest and wrapped them around her heart, holding it gently, with a steady gaze into her eyes locked in healing.
warmth
How does she let that go?
How does she walk away?
She doesn't.
She stands solid on her ground but can't look up or, she would peel her skin to reveal her soul.
motionless
Stable in her stance with light breath and hands by her side, composed and self restrained, she is silently gorging on the moment.
locked
Suspended in time and space and frozen in the shift from the reality of their surrounding kingdom and the mortals within it, they are eternal.

LET'S COOK A HUNDRED SAUSAGES!

if i said to you i see the future
would you believe me?
no
no you wouldn't

if i said to you i feel you
would you believe me?
no
you wouldn't

if i said to you i
would
?

The Queen is always on the road because it's a ******* jungle out there boys
Your sarong is slipping and the straight women are trying to get romantic tonight
Don't fall for the sentimental sandwich
i know you won't
Your perfume smells like a million flowers in a hurricane
i love your evening gown
Me? Personally?
I go for the double talk
I didn't see the falls like you did but
I raised my eyebrows
bob and a bingadybing!

laugh

........

.
You are significant
Crucial and necessary to bind the balance
Of dignity and the intangible
.

i feel the sound of jazz in the air

"It was my sister." She said, after losing her mind.
"Sister sibling." I said.
I smiled.
And so did she.

there are only two things that make your woman content
can you count?
apparently
not

I'm caught in the matrix
The womb
there's a gli.. glit... glitch

The twilight zone
I'm at the bottom of the deepest ocean
i'm blinded by the light

The phone's ringing....... ?
I don't have one
i never answer the land line - I don't have one

Hello?
Hello?
are you there?

You come from a hard town.

yesterday i told you i loved you
then you didn't speak to me for two ******* years
the sun rose and set and the rope got tighter
drier
it sc sc scratched
your generosity is sublime
but the love lacks immunity
humanity
self explanatory while standing on the chair
the sheets rose to my chin
soft and cool
but the thought of the sauna made me sw sw sweat
my face is in the dirt and it tastes good
earth dirt
and the sssssssssmelllll
i look at the view and see perspective
reflective
surreal comprehensive
lines and shadows
your lips
taste like
bourbon and *******
the dance is surreal
the art clock chimes on the 18th hour
the 18 hour clock
it's perfect
take me back to the underground easy
complexity intellectuality
and the respectability
of the love i told you
yesterday

It's feeling' a bit like a Gary Clark Jr. night tonight.

My train's pulling' in
& I don't owe you a thang baby

this music sets me free

.

....
First Person
Is it the jazz that soothes your soul
Or the thought of him thinking of you
In the silence of his personal time

Second Person
It is both but some, a knowing delusion
The jazz fills the want
The thought
Fills the desire

First Person
What if everything was real

Second Person
Everything is real
The jazz
The thought
Breath on my neck
Warm like my own blood
Head reeling & slowly....

delusion

violins play in the wind in the trees
and the bats sing while eating oranges
i lay still and listen
eyes closed
it's hot
and cold
but i won't move because if i do
i have to wake up
eyes closed






.....

just rite with nuthin stoppin ya
dont breeth
just rite from tha hart
do it
its a freedom
no wun will see wat you rite unless ya show em
but a pinky promis
ya haf ta show
me

i sit and i try to eat and i sleep and i drink and i think and i look at my feet and i can't help but shake up my
soul
i listen to music and i dance and i cook and i tap my fingers on the table and i look at my nails and don't eat the
food
i sing and i sing in harmony to myself and the sound on the radio it's old school and it's new school and it's good and it's bad but when it's good it's pure and
warm
it's winter so the heaters on and the slippers are snug and the gin is spicy and cooling and hitting the spot in the full moon no moon dark and
light
i think of the love that isn't and the love that is never found and the love that is and the love that just
isn't
i've got the music in my head and the lyrics in my head and the words repeating all at the same time singing speaking thinking and it's all
silence
the owl is still and the orange tree is still and the tree of life itself is still and the beat repeats repeats repeats
re re re r r (glitch)
repeats


....

i need tea

music
simple

Take me to the festival
I'll bow at your feet
Leave me in the mud

it was a narration of a humble detonation
a crack in contented gratification
obscure and concealed in the shade
an observant witness
it represented a courteous compassion
an unpretentious kindness
hidden, camouflaged, cloaked in a shroud of dappled shade
satiated complacency
the birth and death had wings and scales
wild, raw and logical instinct turned to slumber
a stupor of beginnings and endings
diurnal, nocturnal on a crowded street
pure natural installations of respect and dignity honour the alter
the ignorance of youth stands with the wise sage of balance
captivated by the significant symbol of seniority
innocence and age poised in the seduction of voyeurism
safe and protected to witness and contemplate the invulnerable
a lazy satisfied and secluded pleasure appeased
rest and doze as the serpent and the bat embody the epitome of survival and death
strip, shed and peel the obscurity of night and day and embody the creation of bleached pigmented hues

i bought a chair at an antique shop today
30 bucks
it belongs in my house
i've been talking to him all night
the man who sat in it has now taken centre stage
he was a good man
the chair is wide and made of wood
he is wise
calm
don't get me wrong
if the chair starts looking ugly
i'll burn that ****** to the ground
he hung himself and he regrets it
i feel sympathy
and he feels freedom even though.....
i cook chicken with home grown oranges and cinnamon, cumin
ginger, honey, dates....
my chair is happy
it's all about the cinnamon and the honey

....

i look in the mirror and i don't mind what i see
but sometimes
i just can't take that sideways glance
just in case i see the monster
that's always on my shoulder

....

he said he could play the piano
he can't
i said i could sing
i can't
a beautiful deception

.
good question
.

...
my eyes
are being plucked out

by the AI in the sky
...

How can you possibly....
Why?
I