I trip around a corner
Adjacent from the other
All hears the wall
Being built by ones own brother
A king sits front row
While his mother is center stage
He knows he's lost control
But he keeps bottled all his rage
Angels dance reluctantly
Hands grip hands circled up
We all fall down expectantly
Who knows who grows the rows
Mystical marijuana hoes
I'll keep making 8 faces growl
As you steep so low to use eleven
How dare you use that tone of lip
With me boy, dont you know
I'm am you creator, nah, na, na
I couldn't be for I am much two young
And I couldn't be for I am your brother
And I couldn't be for I am a little bit evil
I'm am NOT your creator
But the one you look to when all else
Have so horribly failed
You look to me for a hint of which trail
But militantly I sprinkle false truths for you to stumble into
And because you trust way too much you take them as proof
This red snake slithers down the rabbit hole only to have its nose bit by a gopher who happens to be the rabbits best bud so don't believe all you perceive but reality is not what others breath but what you can conceive

You say in order to
move forward,
I must comply
with your said,
way.

Yet it is not a matter of forward love,
or that I MUST ever stay,
we are both moving forward,
it always seems the way,
as I am sure the sun
will shine so bright that day,

The day you take my hand
and we step into the sea,
where you crash
with me the waves,
and then suddenly we're free,
just take my hand-
my soul,
please come with me and be,
I am the mirror to your soul
just look and you will see

Though it is up to you -
my love,
together or alone,
how we travel on ahead
solus or as one,
I am yours eternalized,
beyond my body dead.

Ma Cherie © 2017

You know nothing* – she said,
Stepping out of the flames.
At that moment I knew
We ain't playing no games.

With desire I burned.
Her immaculate blaze –
Nothing else did I yearn.
Pure as pharos her gaze.

… And we danced, and we swerved,
Glints and flickers beside.
So august our verve
Which no woe would betide.

…In a flash she took off –
The mirage molt away,
But my sorrow paid off –
I live on for the day.

11-3-2017

Looks flash and it won't roll like the old one faking its way through circulation .
Shinny and new like its mk2 it will be still sounder than the old round pound.
Welcomed into 2017 the new sound pound.

In the darkness there is a light,
Where eternal solace could be felt with a sip
The beans reciprocate the ripped soul
More the sour more it perceives itself in my heart
Thee are not the dearest of all
Thee are the dearest of the endeavouring soul
Thee are the addiction
Even the marijuana feels bashful
For not possessing  the hallucinating urge
That can seize humankind to the variant sphere
                   Oh! Thee are beautiful in Black
                                 “My Black Coffee”

Come walk with me to the place of dreams
Let us dance forever in this silver lining
The diamonds of my dress glistening
Off the light of the stars in your eyes
Let the music carry us
While your arms pull me into the sun
With endless skies ahead
and many galaxies to come
We could be eternal