The distance
Formed a triangle
Measuring the segment
When life pointed to their angle

Calculating a distance
Mathimatical
It was found out
That these two equaled
The area of the squares
Hypotenuse

For It takes two, to tango
A 90 degree angle

The problem is the distance
Solved by Pythagorean Theorem
In trigonometrys
Allegorical newfangled
Relationship to the distance
Of their love disabled

The distance was created
Hence what was calculated
Was the sum of their relationship
And what it equaled

Pain has changed me into a 5 year old child

Where would I go to sleep
With my unkempt face
My tears of rain frogs
And katzenjammer gaze

Where would I rest my head
On what banquette or street
When I'm just a kiyoodle
In a world of hate

Where could I lay down
And rest in peace
When I'm just a 'blot on one's escutcheon
Laying couchant in disgrace

Where could I close my eyes
And slip slide away
Hidden in nolo contendere
Where could I disintegrate

The library was quiet
Silent ischemia read a book called
Myocardial infarction

The radio played techno tachycardia
While myocardium got high on nitroglycerin

It was quiet
I whispered yet no one was listening

I heard a heart murmur something
Into the echocardiography

It echoed
edema
               edema
                             edema

It was there I rested in lipid

I knew my heart was broken
The day she said she was leaving

It was then my diagnosis
became cerebral thrombosis

I had a cerebrovascular accident
And I lost my mind
With my heart underfoot of my lover

Now I'm searching for a surgeon
To put it all back together

i saw this glow
in the eyes nose

i could smell the throat
       of the light bulbed

             my site froze
as my scratched note

and phosphor coated
         the poems poet

I didn't know it was loaded



Bullets



                         Floated




speed was a hot wind




                      I didn't  know of





Smokey chambers




In the grip of love




                      No one could handle your
                                 Loaded gun

One of those shady trees
In the park
We could lay
Under
         And be cool
Because we don't need to sweat
                        Till there is moon

One of those shady trees
In the green of grass
We could lay together
      Just the two of us

And be cool

Under the sunny afternoon
      In the heat of the spark
Let's find one of those shady trees
                                        In the park
         And fall asleep
In each others arms
             And be cool

We could lay together all day
                   Till there is moon
Under one of those shady trees
                               There is love

Are you the light
When the darkness bites

Do you shine
When the wound bleeds bad

Will you stand
When the weak
Fall to their knees in tears

Could you carry the wounded
To the safety begged

For

You are the light
God's candle
A spark
To the fireside
Where it's warm

And comfort
Is just an arm away
In hugs

For no dark
Can take away love

Are you a soldier for Gods
Or yours

Are you a light
Or just a bright spot

Where do you get your power from
And I'll tell you why it's dim

Are you the Light
Within the Truth
Where the Way
Resides

If not
You better turn in on!

Before you get left
             In the dark
                  Tonight

Don't fucc around
                They said

These weren't words from my pastor
Written in red

But the message was there

                 If you fucc around
You eventually get fuct yourself

Middle fingers and knuckles
SLinging

Sayin fucc the world

The world said fucc you back!

And said"
?who the fucc are you

D'ont fucc around

       Listen or learn
How to behave yourself

Because Mr.Hardway
Is always in town
Lookin for men

Who fucc around

I tried to inspire you

Set you on fire
So you could aspire to
Write something
Desirable

But I failed
You see
I'm not really a poet

I just try to be

Something I'm not

It's the only thing I've got
I tried to inspire you
So it could help me a lot

I tried to set you on fire
So you could desire what I want

Even though I'm not good enough
You could

Possibly be The One
God blessed
You could be the one
That gets everything I wanted here

Instead
You could inspire me

To be better
           Than

                            I am

God says to me with kind of a smile,
"Hey how would you like to be God awhile
And steer the world?"
"Okay," says I, "I'll give it a try.
Where do I set?
How much do I get?
What time is lunch?
When can I quit?"
Gimme back that wheel," says God,
"I don't think you're quite ready yet"

Her face shined
  Like cobalt and gold
The fall out was radioactive
  Her heart measured in millisieverts

Proving it to be uninhabitable

She was the bomb salted
  With mushroom toppings

Plutonium-239
  With a dash of uranium-235

Hold the neptunium-237

She was an americium girl
With a hydrogen aftertaste
Her eyes like gamma x rays
Explosive lens radiate

I stood there with deuterium
And tritium, offering some fission

It was in this cloud I was lost to listen
It all became nuclear

The power and energy was a force
That provided super critical mass

It all happen so fast...

These old bones of afterthoughts
           Piled in a skeleton
         Shed its turgid skin
        And plethoric home

Falling to the dusted ground
                     And dirt it'd come
From dust to dust succumbs

But it shall rise to the skies
                  Of Heavens womb
Returning to his
        Mother God

Her loving arms

His born again
        Shall roam

You dimmed the lights
As I crawled toward your eyes
I found your lips first
And they sank inside mine
We created a moment
Separated from time

Without any clothes on our minds

As we tangled in bedsheets
In moans and mimes
Our passion plunged deeper
With thrusts and drives

You said come deeper

                            In me
                           Inside

And never let go of my eyes

He had no choice…
But to..

Get on the boat
Thus river here is a ghost
It flows on the blood of throats
Sit down and take note
Sometimes ya gotta slice through
A few cuts the knife knew
May save or **** you
This ****** current here
Flows like a dark wine rose
Petals in type O
Positive/\negative
Compatible
Everyone, gone this way
Some under the boat
Thus river here ya know
There is spirits here that float
In the Supernatural cloud
Allowed between each world
I didn't really want to get on this boat
Because i'm not the boating kind
But, we all gotta get on sometime
And paddle through

Red Green Horizons
The speed of driving
As wind blows over my shaved head
          I ignore the sirens
Because I am not violent
        But I guessed again
Now I am wanted
         Not by a girl
                        But by men
Because I shot the Sheriff
      With the deputys gun

I couldn't afford to be good

So I became the cowboy
         With a wanted face
Posted on every poster
On every Saloon
                 In every state
Riding on my steel horse
While the news watches the chase
I knew I would be famous
   But maybe not this way

It doesn't really matter
                         Anyway

Because I'm full throttle
        Drinking on a bottle

And I'm gettin away

But I'm not riding a Harley
I bought an Indian instead

I'm no longer law-abiding
                         Or a citizen
I'm an outlaw fighting
For another way to live

              Blue lives scattered
They mattered only to death
And I was on my way

To being a better man

             Red green horizons
                                   Drivin'

One hundred and six

Just a few more miles
              And I'll be set
In the sun rising
Without any debt

I'm a ghost rider
                    Hero

In a world without a friend

Faking a smile
While on the inside
You're upside down
In denial
               Thinking about
                       Your name
And how it ended up
                         Pained
      Inside out

In the wild

How much longer
Will fake hold out
Before we see the truth
About what we know now

It really isn't a smile at all

             Your eyes don't lie
   For they have no mouth
But they told me to read their lips
                              Upon each brow
Under each side
On the outside
                           I peer out
Into your skin
Behind your cheeks
I found the real smile

                      But it's gone now

Faking a smile
Is much easier
Than letting the whole world know
Your trials
Your self killing
Behind the heart willing
Hangs on a ropes doubt

No one will ever know
                 Or figure out

As long as you can fake
             Each of the days
            Your mind allows

You can smile