I did a double take,
it doesn't have to
be that way.

I goofed, ****** up,
my nasty habits were on display.

I have had a hard life,
I'd rather that than
one that's flaccid

I saw and heard things out of
the ordinary, kinda like I was
doing acid.

To each his own,
I can tell you that.
Some things are not for everybody.

At moments I'm bursting with joy,
that's in between bouts of melancholy.

I can be on a plateau
for a bit of a stretch
right before I turn a corner.

Then I'm just shot into space,
I guess you could say that I'm a foreigner

If you wanna have some whiskey
by all means feel free,
it's just not my cup of tea.

I'd rather a blunt and something sweet,
just hangin' out, taking it easy.

If you want to converse
I'll go along for the ride
but there is a limit to what I'll discuss.

Most every thing is fair game
Though an open mind is a must.
But we can't tackle *******
no, that would be a touchy subject.

It looks like I took
A turn for the worse
I hit a fork in the road
And came down
With some voodoo curse

These monetary blues
I do detest
They've taken away
My happy-go-lucky
And put me under house arrest

My muse she flew
Out the backdoor
And is on the run
Screaming over her shoulder
It isn't a crime to be unhappy
But it ain't any fun

Your grief
Is it for you
Or is it for another

Your laughter
Do you keep it to you
Or is it to share
With your brother

I'm not one
To rain on a parade
Don't look now
You just got made

I would crawl to work
on all fours after a night of heavy drinking,
just to avoid nursing a hangover at home

I hated being stuck at home, what, with all
my furniture bought on credit, living a life in debt.
So again and again, I crawled back to work.

Once, before I knew what and who I was, I found
nothing to question, not that the whole ball of wax
wasn't just a put-on, a big lie, a way to keep me bound.

The language of the living put out their message of peace love and understanding and I'd like to say I immediately answered the call, but that was not to be, not for years to come.

I couldn't stay away from the wicked alcohol without some hope.
I hide myself from any kind of sheltering arms, or full-on hugs.
I held myself back, back to that phony-self that kept me alone.

Finally, after a emotional-breakdown I began my spiritual breakthrough, not easy, just one thing that had to be done, it was a process that 'I am' doesn't always find to be all that fun.

All those people in their social circles
Trying like mad to think outside of the box

I'm just in my kitchen learning how to make *****  
You can't beat alcohol to wash your hands

Political pundits  punching at my brain
Can I get a witness to this world gone insane

If  you're able to walk your block take it if you can
A clear mind needs a fresh and clean body

Be willing to give up your silver and gold, your money's no good
I'm sure an empires fall has never been graceful

Give me the time of day in the daylight
I will poke a hole in my shadow
Can I incorporate myself so I don't have to pay taxes?

If it's dark  the imitation  light
throws its grey-black silhouettes against an old-brick wall
It makes me shrug, my back curls and I put my hand on my hat

The 'leaders of the world' show they're in it for the money
Money needed by the renters and the hungry before they go under
But instead they'll bail out the large banks and corporations

They need a swift poke in the ribs, their soul is black, no light, no
shadows cast. I can't tell you how to fix it but things must change
Stop making things legal so they can steal, it's not right, it's illegal

A full moon passing through the night sky
Isn't what it seems, it's not the way it goes
It's the rotation of the Earth that causes the illusion
Known by most but thought of by few

Row row your boat sung to the young
Grooming one to think outside the box
Poets, thinkers and philosophers hinting of the universal hologram
The matrix living in a computer program
A mind **** leaving the branding tool in the flame too long
Populations of mentally ill produce a 'glitch', the tear
In its software, a movement away from, not toward

I sure as hell get a lot of things wrong
With creativity and persistence it might go right
Branches breaking off in the wind, rain whipping horizontal
At times I lose it but it doesn't mean I can never win

I've lost a lot of time chasing my tail
Flipping through my billfold buying this buying that
It numbed me, shifted my focus, filled my space
I was collecting shinny things like a magpie

I tested myself over nothing, rotting meat
I didn't know my *** from my head
It's hard to clean the slate when in ignorance
When I ignore my arrogance, it becomes a sword to the throat

We walk this long highway together
Nothing can pull us apart, no never
The sun so low in the sky headed for the horizon
In the garden, things look so inviting
The flowers they just do as they please.

The trees shake their leaves as we walk by
Hidden secrets they whisper in the breeze.
A long time ago when we first started
I knew you were the one, you were so kindhearted.
Beneath a be-bop moon I want to croon to you
Nothing short of our giving it our best will ever do.