I open. I close.
I stand.I fall.
I wake. I sleep.
I quest. I seek.

My love. I sought your approval of a new beginning.
but.

I stand corrected. I was remiss.
No mention made I of our first kiss .
No thought to write our story.
I love you dearly.

I stand suspended. Upended my love.

I await your acceptance.

Please accept this penance.

All said and done. You are my inspiration. My wellspring.
My one true friend.My confidant.
Your love is constant.Safe.

A sweet night flower in bloom.
Fragrant, soft, tender , fragile .

Sometimes in truth  I must concede. I sooth your want but not your need.
Sometimes.
My love's fire carries light
Sometimes.
My love's fire glows with heat.
Sometimes.

The Boy in me still looks away.
Sometimes.
When our eyes meet unannounced.
The floor falls away.  Still

Fourteen years old on sensory overload.
The evening news.
Burn baby burn.

Da bomb. Sauteed mushrooms.
Drop drill in all the classrooms.
Lesee. If I crawl under this wooden desk with hands over head then
I wont end up toast ? Outa sight.

Puff That Muthfkn dragon. He still got a condo by the sea ?
I remember thinking how  privileged and exciting to live in the USA.
But. Burn baby burn.

Watching late night reruns till the station signed off. No CNN then my fren.
The Duke.
Abbot and Costello meets The Mummy.
Free T.V.That was a first for I.
No T.V. In Belize. None. No gun violence either. Hmmm.

My Lai.            The Panther Answer.

1968  I remember 1968..
The land of milk and honey.
The war was still cold but not
The Tet. That ***** was hot.

1954 I made my debut. Lotta my boys did too.
** chi Minh amped up his crew.
Can't. We all just get along.

No way LBJ. Young guys all over town stressin the lottery.
The randomness of body bag.
Friday hip deep in rice paddy.
Monday a letter to your moms.

I am a simple thing.
Reviled and admired.

I do the job requested.
I pose no query, why should I.
Indeed.

When called upon do I not serve.
I am a simple thing.
Devil.

Your hands are my volition.
Your will is my precision.
Your skill is my command.

Yet. I am reviled.
Cast aside. What then is my purpose.
But to speak loudly, shudder and recoil.
My message .

Swift assurance.
Bold pronouncements.
Fools rush in.

How am I to make the choice when you have made me what I am
a servant no more no less. A tool a sluggard at best.

Consider me a shovel in the shed. Do you hate me now. Fear me
Write laws to abolish me. Shout from the halls of anger, slander and deride.
Here I sit in judgment . A construct a conduit of your evil. Your callous machinations.

Most assuredly I am neither fish nor fowl.
Nor villain on the prowl. That is your domain.

I am your shelter in a storm.
a stern judgment for the lawless when all else has failed.
Play the De Guayo.
No quarter asked or given.

My friends. I pray for my own demise.
The day when peace abides.
Never.                        Nature or nurture.



I pray for my dismissal.
Until such time.
Put me away  with safety  and know that I am at your beck and call.
Your beck and call.
Yours.

I remain your humble servant.

The black mariah takes four to a side and it jostles my spine
The window is small so no light can force through so no one looking
In can look in and see you.

Got picked up again on bogus construction.
Going down to the castle for chaos and ruction.

Just cant seem to waylay my certain destruction.

So bad boy. Bad boy wacha gona do.
Wacha gonna do when they come for you.

Hip hop. Equals art stop. That crude **** stopped musical fusion
Right in its tracks.
When it first landed, it was still music with a lotta spittle flying.
Not naming names. I listened to a lot of it.
Then Gangsta rap hit. Oh ****

Cant accuse me of blind judgment, I still check it out from time to time
How do you say.Get diverse mud flappers. Know the history.
learn to play an instrument and read it so you can write it. Then come back an see me.

Who am I?.
John Q public.
Pavlov's dog.
Tin Pan Ali.
Long Tall sally.
Sachmo. Scratch less.
Yard-bird.
Donald Bird.
Stubborn ****.

Stuff out there is weak as thrice used tea bags. And cost more to get unless you  got
a peg leg and a parrot ******* on yer shoulder.
Lyrically, man my six year old says more about less with **** left over. What?

Flame out digitized No talent constructs that make me wanna hurl, url give a dog a bone.
Tin eared, tone def hoochies and synthetic cool cats. Not to mention the rough neks.
Looking like they pooped their pants six times and forgot how to belt up.

There are some real deal talents out there but it is like pickin peanuts out ****.

After disco died. Yes I said disco. It has been a circle **** in the cemetery after dark. Naw mean.

But I digress.
  .

Some days  yu know, mi just don't andastan
How a man can do di tings him do, an see himself a man.

Him seh  dat god give im good sense a will and a soul
to know right ting  fram wrang  ting, to know pit from pothole.

But im covet an steal an shed blood
like a beast. Then im walk inna church
and pray god give im peace.

Is a human condition  an a weakness a flesh
Is flaw in im naycha, a thorn in him breast.

But we human creecha, ought betta than best.
Ought draw a distinction from fish and from fowl.
Ought rise above avarice , greed and the rest.

But sometime I feel sure  that the writing on wall.
will  come to fruition and mankind will fall.

Is a small part of hu-man sunk deep in we core
what comes up and sprout wings and carry us shore.

Is that thing there, part spirit, part will, part divine.
What pull us  from struction then skitter, then soar.

Then beat wings in hubris  like Icarus lore.