Ego is top priority
if it isn't for me
then its for the fakes
the one who blast their stereos
and fluff their noses
whiffin' on a whim
better learn how to swim

learn to catch their falls
in a continuous call
back home is where they run
because no life starts with fun
Mama screamin in agony
just to push you out
so you can deliver her joy
but is it for her, or is it for me?
I know it seems shallow
but your too blind to not see

The plastic thoughts
that make up my forehead
gathered and strung out
like a stream of city lights
sitting below as I look down on
all the ones who float around
seemingly lost in the world we took over

Its the human species who is the virus
the ones who hone in and take with out asking
Is this mine? money is the answer
if you got no dinero
then you got **** for answers

Everyone has ****, too bad its not tender
yours is so bad it could knock out the lenders
but again, **** is not the answer
so you better save up
and buy all the world up
and drink it all from a shiny cup
and then throw it all up
and do it again and again
for we all are alcoholics
winning a race
against ourselves

in a sin of thought
its you who bought
that necklace
that pretty dress
that watch
that new phone
that mansion in the hills
that ugly ******* poodle

But what does it boil down to?
the classy environment
we are all accustomed to?
Try and wonder what is truly rich
for its heavier than gold cinder blocks
and large jewelry rocks

Its what you have deep in your mind
I have one, now you try to find
if you adjust the lifestyles
the lavish everydays
than maybe you can be rich
without working a single day

I really don't work
and I'm pretty happy
but give me diamonds
and then we'll see whose truly happy

Spicy food
golden pieces
herbal treatment
space between us

Salty air
silver beams
build a city
that washes away

Sweet sounds
of restless souls
murmor to and fro
A long of belonging
to something so substantial

Sour lemons,
sweetened by the sun,
grow tall and wide on
trees these lemons sprout from

Bitter aftertaste
scoured wrinkled face
nothing to satisfy
the craving underneath

Dinner is Served*

Continuous hunger
unsatisfied
and faltered
Feed the weak
and eat them young
Makes a simplicity
of having to
house them
or to let them run*


Baby calf, born to be
brazen with a side of pilaf

Seared over open flame
tenderly exquisite

Make no matter
of an empty life

Just too satisfying
to a tempered pallet

To think of where and how
this dish came to be

Ending a wee
youngling's life

Served best with
a chilled blush zinfandel
or an aged red chianti

White and/or red
make up life of blood
and life in continuation

With all the faces that I greet
and all the people that I meet
Just seems like a dead end street to me

The troubles past and future tense
my nerves unsettled and I have no sense at all
With who I meet and that I seek
can't make any sense of it at all

I just keep falling down that hole
to who will ever know?
For i always go
down that hole again

I cant keep holding all this in
I cant keep letting you in
Never erased from my memories lost
and time spent it has no cost to me

From a rainy day to a cloudy afternoon
this basement view is far to common nowadays
It seems I have so much to do
but nothing has happened to tell the truth

Just lost in spiral all the way to the top
forgotten friends and my spirits topped
My glass was half full
till I drank it all away

Intend for miracles
end up in tears
Abated of feelings
trials lasting years

I know I simmer
when I slightly stir
But add more flavor
The allspice, life
and try to concur


In its essence
faltered
incentive
is murmured


Relaxed to dine
and drink fine red wine
exceptional and approachable
with a tight velvety dress

You know you find
uncovered if you try
true lasting impressions
Sloppy kisses
far far far from dry

I just wanna go drive, see the night
wanna go drive, and find a light
take a small stop at the corner store
get my fix and i'll buzz off

as I fly through the air
I find a draft and settle down
It takes me into a bright lit room
flutter around, make no sound

I feel a sting and I feel a stir
the air beneath me brings me down
I have a sense, I have an urge,
with one last breath, they purge

The striking force crushes my limbs
I can't go on with out my limbs!
I catch a drift once again,
leave my legs and find a spot

one with comfort and one with light
A lovely spot to nestle
The beam I see is much to bright
with an everlasting hustle

One last glance I see the mess
my body is quite spattered
I know now that this is the light
to which I have been after

One to bear my dreams unto
and one that holds my memories
the one that shall forgive me of
my bitter life's tragedies

I say farewell to all that see
and those that care to ponder
the useless life of an innocent bug
squashed and wings tattered

Fingertips bled four days
Vocal chords raw, tattered and ripped
Record collects dust, simply unplayed

Skin rolls through a lathe
reveals a new true color
pinkish, and a little bit softer

Feet broke, and terribly hurting
ankle spurs shard
Can't walk, can't talk
or play my cards play my cards again

Head numbed, complacently dumbed
for a second, spun
out of control, had to run
far far away
to an awful forgotten place
Spoke once, never again


Truer words don't come
to the meek
for they do not speak

unless forced
A struggle to shrug
no one gives them a hug

'Til all is well
heated from beneath
broth boiling in unison
formed once its poison

Next side is bubbling
stirred beyond its coined
phrased unison its poison

If depth makes
for those willing
try sitting try stirring
envy those and transparent osmosis
emit shades out of possible control

A poetic tear falls slowly in the morning
It comes and goes absolute,
bringing with it, no warning
A subtle thought surpassed by any dispute

However it may come to be
It seems to always take over,
to set me and my body free

From the flowing rivers and bubbling streams
and to the tallest of all the mighty oak trees

Normally comes from a poem
Or a thought that brings me grief
It could be a lovely painting
that brings me to a state bequeathed

My favorite is a song,
that harmony does me in
The melody dances over me
and crawls underneath my skin

Sleep comes to those who wait
slumbers of nothings
and dreams of melodies
caress the inevitable fate

Expression laid like a place setting
table cloth pulled and dishes wobbling
waiting, leaning, and feigning
for an answer to start believing

But I wait, patient and still
Vermouth, spilled *****
and whiskey, tacky kills

Another sunrise
two more setting
surprise me in the morning
unrested and humming

A glass of water
filled with ice
balancing
next to a butter knife

Sliced smooth
intransigence
coupled delight

What are you like?
What are your desires?
How do you fuel the fires
that breathe, burn,
that rage inside us?

What makes you tick?
How do you have a good time?
Are you looking for love
in all the wrong places?

A ***** pencil
A priceless mind
Love has no price tag
but only a starting line

If something brings me
to a teary eyed convulsion,
I found the spot

Now focus on that spot
You can hit it on your own
no influence needed

Grow from there
only problem,
letting go to a state
of teary eyed convulsions

It's a common bond between the two
making a difference, connective tissue
assembled into a greatness
a line of weakness
combative graveyard
A manic savior

Tips to what keeps us up
a cheers to another empty cup
invincibility shall drown
like a statue underground
pushed away for decades
Eagerly brimming with pain

A terror of hope
shrieking of ghosts
of demons and mongrels
that make-up these problems
a mask of fluidity free flow down the hatch
A liver is weakened by this ugly thrash

To pull a song from scratch
to make it all fit and match
sure seems like a job to me

Sure I'm not making all the dough
but I am living a life that I always chose
Free of restrictions no matter the path
Its what I always wanted
so now hear my cash

Its a struggle always and forever
but if it wasn't would I ever sigh?
once for relief and the rest for grief?
Would I sigh?

Part of my job is to say it as it is
and to express just what I mean
by a deep vibrato when I sing
and a steady rhythm to which I play
This is my everyday

To write and to dream
to fathom and to steam
to dig past china
and be on the moon
try to find ideas for you
take them into your lives now out of the womb
for you to be the knife that breaks the bread
on your ever cloudy afternoon

A scribble to mimic what I feel thus far
the cold is alone; too struggle to stay warm
the vital strength to pulse further
my beating heart keeps me company

To signify strength, this murmur is faint
but to draw the line from the foreground
run rampant, simplicity is too quaint
for the lines of greatness are vitality to paint

In honor of each breath, quick and wheezy
admiring the gleam of the winter steam
relaxed, exhaled, not a dullness lay in me
but a carriage awaits beyond the frozen walls

Boring modern trials of tomorrow
For my sake look at your sorrows
Do they reflect the pure struggle?
Of past men getting lynched, hanged,
Do you feel them? And their trouble?

What is it today that makes you true?
Does it often come across as the colour blue?

Or is it them who hold you back
They who collect and use the phone to attack?

Are your trials related to love?
Do they mimic, resemble the lack of a hug?

The reasons you are so troubled are fixed and forgotten
and not terribly difficult to end that which they blatantly soften

A release from their warm embrace that holds you oh so tight
Given up on that satin, silk laden with frosted delight

Is it just me or've we all come maladjusted
Complacently numb, given in to the "trusted?"

I will hold dearly to what I am made of
Not accepting the gifts that wave in front of us

To what makes me is so more important
Than what makes me resemble "true"
For I am wide awake.
Are you?

What makes you
want to be with trash
pond **** who can't make you,
but he sure comes fast

Who made his mind up
about life too quick
What about adventure
and the risk of it?

I've seen your moves
they **** me every time
Hip ******, and **** bumps
encircle and enthral my mind

You are far to beautiful
to be with that creep
he probably snores
and won't let you sleep

If I kept you up
with a bubbling nose
I'd ask you to wake me
and we'd plow till close

I don't mind a snuggle up tight
With you in my arms
is a desirable,
and significant fight

Does he ever marvel
by the beauty of your eyes?
Does he ever tell you
he could never compromise?

With you and the world
it is your pretty life
to choose the hands
who delicately caress you

With your support
and all my work
we'll run this hellhole
turn it heaven on earth

You're a writer? I'm a writer, I feel your pain
struggle with the fact that people think you're insane
but to tell the truth, you probably know too,
We see the world in a disappointing point of view

Nothing that uncommon,
but not all lax
seeing lines blur before us
as the shutter opens too fast

But as we step unto the great unknown
a shadow slowly guides
don't be afraid to look behind
past the ugly curtain's side

A call of distress can be heard more than glee,
everyone is jealous, so they murmur their own plea
Its a calling set out upon you
Now set that mother-****** free