When did I decide
That mine would be the face
Upon which you could grind your heel?
When did I become so complacent?
Have I always been like this?

Questions spin and swirl
Forming a vortex
To **** me into the darkness
With you

I do not want the destiny
You will never escape
I can not live within
The cage of your expectations, your needs

Let go your fascination
With my incarceration
Let me be free
Before I am you

The rising moon and setting sun share
A private dance in the magenta sky
Late in September, high abone the newborn river
Overgrown with ivy and nettles and other creeping things

The desert toads sing serenades to silence
The wren the rabbit, and the dove conduct a nervous waltz
Ever watchfull for the hawk and the owl, eager to cut in
The endless tango of life and death electrifies the air

On the hill, saguaros raise their arms to heaven
To worship the sun in their ancient ways
Bellow, by the river's edge a playful breeze
Sends bronze leaves to pirouette through fairy corridors.

Tall trees take root about the timid estuary
Enwrapped by sun baked stone and wreathed by mountains
The desert and the river
Dance together in the sweet autumn air.

The name of a girl
I used to know
Is sitting on the tip of my tongue

I dare not speak it
And if I did
She would never hear

She has  gone to some place God knows where
And  for whatever reason
He never tells me these things

Nero aint got nothin on us.
He may have danced while his city burned,
Well we shoot off fireworks, mere blocks from
towers of fire, and shout
in celebration of banal and fruitless

triviality

Turning in shame and fear
from the looming future
collector of debts
Thinking in vain
To shun he who comes for all.

Revel in bread and circuses,
the wild mad show, such fun to behold.
And pay no mind to the gunfire.

Here I sit, content to watch.

A silent witness to the death of another year.

The dance goes on, the dancers proceeding in pairs.

Yet again I have been missed,

And left alone to my own devices.

No more skilled in their operations

Perhaps a little less so.

My pen is out of practice,

my mind a rusty tool.

My soul, so young, should not yet tire of its labours.

But "should" does not, can not hold sway upon reality

And the reality is I am tired.

I feel that I fall for
More than I stand for
That's not gonna fly and therefore
I can't join the air force
Killing time
and showing no remorse
allowing life to take its natural course
Of course I failed to see
that effort is the source of sorcery
involved in letting life take form

My real eyes see lies
like mr shakur said
stillI see no changes,
but mr shakur's dead
so many thoughts go running through my head
dreams of people qouting rhymes that I said

When I'm dead
Bury my beside my book of rhymes
so I can write these clever little lines
for all of time

Don't shed
a single tear for me
instead please learn to see
the world for what it is
not what it appears to be
I do this all for free
just to spread some positivity
Cause I believe that positive can live
for all eternity
if we can learn to be
the  living form
of poetry

flowing like a river to the ocean
my emotions stream
from me to you so let me say in closing
That I hope they help
to lift your load and let you shed your loathing.

Please don’t just play with me, my paper heart will bleed
But when I bleed, it waters the seeds so
Deep within my soul, I see the trees grow,
Cultivating my strength, learning to breathe slow
But the pain is too much, So I ask you please go,
Don’t cry Don’t ask Why I don’t, I don’t know
But I guess that this is just me, watching the wind blow

Wait no,

I change my mind, Don’t leave
I feel like a tree in the fall, I can’t breathe,
So I sleep, because I can’t feed,
The Trees inside my soul that support me
need you, why Could I not see
That without you there simply is no me

I know I was wrong, and I don’t have the right
To ask you to follow along with my sight
As I write words to make love burn bright
To bring back the spring, bathe the trees in new light

Walk with me through the garden again
See me as both lover and friend
The end is over the beginning is ahead
Just on the other side of the last time I said.

Please, please don’t leave me

Because I always say that I don’t need you
It’s a paper shield and see through
Please look past it I beseech you,
I want you to be the one I bleed to.
Life in pain, in your veins like a needle
And you’re my drug of choice, I need to feel you.

But Now I see the past is past
That no good thing is made to last
The future is the shadow that our actions cast
Let the sands of time bury memories of you
As hours pass, A piece of me is trapped inside the hourglass.

Because I’m so sick of love songs, so sad and slow, so why can’t I turn off my radio

Because the truth is I can’t I’m trapped in a cage
The chapter has ended I can’t turn the page,
Passion inside slowly turning to rage
Pacing directionless, trapped in the maze,

You’re the song I never got off of my mind
I wish sometimes that could rewind time
And go back to sublime, Lazy days together reclined
Eyes to the skies like the stars were road signs
That would point our way to the future we designed
And couldn’t see was still so ill defined.

But now I’m letting go
Though I feel lost, like I’m trapped in deep snow
I see the time has come at last so time so
I’m turning off the radio.