Ok
You have done enough in your thousand journey to stop the struggle.Stay at peace and sleep.You are complete ,there is no need to repeat

Shoulders touch . No body contact.
Lean in air kiss
Smooches.

Looking over your shoulder to see wassup.
Got a passion for high fashon
High concept gear.

Rubbing elbows with the overexposed
While turning up your nose at the great unwashed.
Oh My Gosh.

Wana be wana be
Turn around
Wanna be wanna be touch the ground.

I forget to remember that I live in a world of slithering coils.Chilling.
We are walking the board calculating survival forever tribal.Pawns and bishops. Rooks and pawns.
Checks and counters.
Steampunk precision.
Clouds our vision.
So by all counts the end justifies the meAns

I looked up one day while in the shower no reason but a  glimmer of movement reflexes turned up to wash my face and  the sleep for my eyes.
there suspended in mid-air it seemed a glistening light, a deadly convergence a sword's pinpoint tip moving to  and fro in small circles just inches from my brow made of bronze and steel.
I lean to the right to try and catch sight oh the Strand that held it suspense but there was none not even a  hair.
I am the sword of Damocles it whispered to me to me
Here am I
Here I will remain
Have a care.

The shell burst lit up the chilled night air
it crackled and boomed as men went topside and roared their fears away.Meanwhile cannon boomed and spirits rose by thousands to quietly pay homage .
to folly incarnate. He sat with arms folded as he nodded through it all high above the despicable scene.
he tired and retired  to a century of rest did he.
as we ground the face of creation to  fodder and ash.
Gott in Himmel.
abandoned the trenches and fences and rotting killing fields then turned on his heels in disgust.
he walked away from us on that day as millions would pay in blood and pain. The war to end all wars would resurface in two score.
Gott in Himmel

Pipple

All kine a piple want respec but few kina pipple wan give it cause easya fi tek R barrah dan fi reach an leggo. Everybady come wid di same tools maybe one R two come sharted but big eye no mean good eyesight nar big ears good hearing.

My pipple come ina shades and callahs from blue-black to pink-brown.Downtung , Uptung pipple cant stay right cause material gravity ton dem hed rung.

The king that you are
Caused me to recapture my light By
gazing into the prism of your rainbow.
The essence of
the colors of the flavors of you.

Because of the king that you are, the transparency
of your polished surface refracted the dullness of my edge
into sparkling rays of remembrance.
Not is but what could be.

The king that you are,ricocheted my power from gray to black
into that intangible darkness where the mystery of creation blossoms.
into manifestation.

The king that you are is water poured into the crevice of my soul,
soaking up the wastelands and parched desert regions of my Queendom cultivating me into an orchard of gratitude and thanksgiving.

Because of the king that you are,I stand strong like the mighty palm trees dancing in the wind
because you selflessly allowed me to bask in your light.

The king hat you are is the king that I see.

When the day is blazing
I'm ready for brisk and lazing.
sunshine as crisp as pine needles.
Seeing for miles in ocean blue skies.
Then the needle quivers on E
the sun commits to losing the fight.

Comes night,Oh I despise but summer nights in summer skies bring crickets,fire Flys and sweet possibilities. So stay and the children will squeal and play and cool wafting air to chase the night away.
you too please stay.
No go.No stay
I want to make love to you night and day
I can't choose so one and two makes three
both of you
stay ?

At the bottom
look way up to the rim up there where the air is slim. So the steep escape comes lumbering in to reach the edge of wondering.
This is
the end
of
me.

A small piece of humanness
almost not here at all but she is big in the heart and her spirit is wall to wall.
Sparkler.  
Not to be deminished
at all.
A sparkling light. Ember like.
burning furiously and quiet save for a fizz and flicker.
Quicker than soft silver. A flicker.
Flickering soul detained to never grow old.
Old soul in a wind whipped frame
Framed in a miniscule  moment.
A moment is all you are.
Are.

It's the little things that seal the deal.
They make it real. Little things to small  except to feel.
Like the way you stand and sit when you don't realize that eyes are on you.
The way you fix your mouth to speak a word. The sounds you make that go unheard.
The little things like small kindnesses that remind us what the heart can feel.
How your hands move when you speak or the way look from through your eyes that surprises me every time and leaves me soft and weak.
The little things.
The way you sleep
Like sweet secrets that you keep and share exclusively.......
Those things.
Those little things that are there..Your hair...Your chin;
your goodness even when the world is unfair.
The little things my dear.

Somewhere  deep in the ***** of her
Contractions  will drive flagella  home.
To blend and twirl in pleasure and
Build a metronome. The quickening and spark.
mind and body  are destined to link and intuition can meld with spirit  and cells. A silent awakening a crawling from the brink as liquid solitude nurtures to find a a living home. As system after system  speaks the tongue  of the metronome
quick and crisp
thick and strong
for long and long
mild hesitation
pause meditation
labored progress
halting redress
Silence.

A million  drops of blood fell to the earthen
floor where it seems a million years before
a spirit visited  my soul and gave me insight.
my pain  found deliverance
♧♧♧ a stroke from the mystic
Expressions  stitched with barbed  wire encircled my brow. Paid penance  for a negligent heart.
A blurred dismissal of truth an ode to one's  youth.

                  A Ragged
Magician in frayed costume. No rabbits to flurrish  from threadworn sleeves nor doves to take flight with flapping relief.
a gift. Golden bangles fall from wrist.
Times fold over and over in rythym  as prescribed  by delusion.
Forward.
The belted restrictions of perception only imply. Four  square confinement  to adorn the journey.
Dust.

Some say a draw
Some say a quit

Enough   is enough  Lets move on

I say why wait for a consensus, a meeting of the minds.
But.... more sides to this than Rubik's Cube
So you pull your opinion of choice.
I got mine cocked and aimed.

who wants to start the end my friend.
Take a deep breath.
We have arrived.
At
A Stalemate.

Just as you were coming within the weather changed and out you ran for sunny frolics
without.
The music echoed from a distant window from another world in another time.

I wondered who you were then, the wind carried your essence along but changed you in hidden ways as you came back into focus a stranger thing.

My mind sought stick figures to flesh you out again in the old images of you but none were to be found all occupied with scripted lives ad blinders tied securely. Surely this a vision of things to come.
I wash my hands now.

This is how it carries over to the next eternal.
white smoke as leader in curling wisps of magic sliding under doors and past restrictions into forbidden places to see the useable the occult.

The ticking clock like booming thunder reminds me like sand slipping downward in the hourglass by grain by drop by seconds by the minute.
Clear as the morning chill brings focus and transition to the new day
my will in question
my very essence queried
a distinct sense of reality wafting gently to ground like a bloodhound on task, there will be answers and resolutions
all has been written regardless so we dance.

The Mountain beckoned me and so.
I climbed to summit.
Every crevice as toe hold and ragged purchase for thumb and finger.
                                       A voice did whisper "do not look down nor linger"
                                       The pinnacle it resisted me and so did I malinger frequently. But by and by with force of will I clambered up to heaven' sill then stood and scanned horizon.

The setting sun did welcome me as it sank low to slumber.
It touched me gently cross my brow then pointed out to distant range that ran quite high and resolute.

" Greater challenges await my friend before you enter Heaven's gate" said the mountain. And less you forget, your  reward will be the journey not the destination set.

Hurry home to rest Oh failing Sun you are rewarded a days duty done as you send shadows long and defeated to ground.
Come.

Lit by polluted incandescent pain. willingness the city roars and cavorts in limited sensuality...hidden desires unraveling by night.
Come hither.
Wafting breezes eases transition of myriad shades of black...pushing back at the world weary day.
Whispering hope...familial collusion at hour's conclusion.
Come rebirth, come nightfall come quiet
Come twilight
Come moolight.
Come daylight
Rejoin the fight
In Burning sunlight
Then forevermore
Come forward.
Come twilight.

My.. my Garanny smoke puro in quiet corner smokin them over for the rollin.
Just when they think it's rolling comes rockin.
Mystic smoke and candles
Granny got handles.

On your will and soul.
She dont dip Skoal just blaze tobacco not wacky kind.
Say a few phraeses , damnation or praises
Rockin your roll and drop ya in a six foot hole
Alive.
Eyes open pitch black.

Already said two much

Food for thought

You get what you pay for
Short end of the stick is
Slippery.

hang tight.

Diane  l and made hot love under the tamarind tree.
Teenage love simple and sweet.
Two months later she come up swollen no precautions.Oops it feel sweet but it shorten mi chain  now I bark a bit howl a bit cough when she **** me in close no raincoat
Just
Shorten mi chain.

loving you madly Mady
But you like me a lot when the mood hits then it's quitsville honey why do you flaunt me only to reject and haunt me.
I'm in a Steely Dan state of mind running frantically you chasing my emotions and then im running way behind manic to the max got
Me on boogie then we bump and grind so twisted cause you insisted on a
Steely Dan state of mind.
Wanna gently rock your boat and tickle your fancy bang down your back door get all over your frame make **** sure yoy emote when you came but just the same,in a steely dan state of mind

Break the fragile future
Push the temerlope.

See into tomorrow.
Breath the temperhope.
One step leads another-----time

Then becomes now.. Now becomes then
Round the bend.        Up the stairs.        Down rabbit hole.
Again
Again
And
Again

Had a chat with my
    Gat last night.Ruger P90
"Patience son" he said.
            " my job is spittin lead"
        He said." Not rhetoric"
"Pokelickin is for fun" said the gun.
Lickshot is not..
          So no skylarkin when P90 gets to barking.
      Lets think this thing through. Consider what you do before not after.
"Patience "
Said the gun.

Can't.
Won't
Shouldn't
Couldn't
Didn't.  Just not working.
I don't know.
Gonna let it go.

Calling all West Indian and Carribean man.
All points bulletin for the big batty girl.
Yuh know ?
She gone long time but she still leavin the room.
Yuh know ?.

No hard feelings bout the small variety.
Big Batty girl push it back
Daily and nightly.
Yuh know ?

All about that bass.
No Treble.

Bless me father for I have sinned and you refuse to let me begin again.
So.
Once again a sad song
It plays.
I slowly unravel my Karma.
To litter the ages
As
Fodder.

The bigger the lie the cooler the cool.
Ahh

Love listening to loose lips
Slowly sinking ships.
****** Babble from the rabble
Rousers. Staining their trousers.
All lite and brite.
All nite can't act rite
A rusty liquid ooze stain down the temporal side of tin gilded craniums.
Group think
Ramant
Me as fly on the ceiling.
Them as fembots reeling.
Wielding well honed scalpels
Between scapula. Smiling in faces.
Smearing feces.right left and center.
Enter at your peril.
Me.
I'm just a squirrel
Trying
To get
A nut.

With my feet turned backwards in the irons a full tilt gallop astride  power and speed. RIDE FORTH.

forward.With eyes fixed on vanishing past.

The cryptic mystic climbed the stairs to put fire to the lighthouse candle.
Two hundred circular winding steps to  his nightly destination...lives hung in the balnce....you see the ships at sea clung desperately to the streaming beams of salvation......To guide them past the ragged reefs and jagged rocks.

The Cryptic mystic huffed and stumbled, and grunted as he mumbled  " one hundred more to go".
For forty odd years, the mystical cryptic did dilligently climb to task as the setting sun did glow and bask the tower in fading light.
Preceeding dark and blinding nightfall.

Forty years and to the day or forty one I dont know which the crypic one was dutybound.

If he had only thought to look in the cellar there, he would have  seen a light switch on the southern wall.
In the lantern two hundred feet,high a massive bulb hung high above the wick and tallow
And to this day,the old man makes the climb on creaky knees a penance paid  pain.
A beam of hope for ship and scow still pierces blackest night as the cryptic one will still be found climbing up and hobbling down the winding staircase dutybound.

At first I missed it too busy or dismissing it as a twitch or fluke but it happened again and once more.

Looking up to meet the sweet expression in speach. A soft agreement written on air.

The second time was a flicker
But the feeling did
wicker gently but still not real..Her face was beautifull.

Fell to the floor a game a twist but nothing more .The next time I saw it
I promise that I would find much more next time I looked into her eyes.She was not shy by any means and so the question bore asking.

Not promised.
Not level.
Not easy.
Not.
Never.

Not bought
Nor sold
Neither secured
No whim.

Can't be easy or tainted.
Can't be free no value
Won't be hollow
No value.

Won't come when called.
Can't shut in by walls.
I never knew my
Mother's face
Nor turned my head to her call.
Father's mystery
He who I resemble most is still a ghost..so I am the eternal seeker
Stronger not weaker