there is an opening in my heart that will light a simple spark to what we need to know
nestled in the very fabric of man's existence is used to shun the resistance at every circumstance...
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
feathers flown by angelic beings taunt the very fabrication of my inner minds eye
as I look deep into her penetrating eyes it is only then i could see our future
filled up with hope and love for a better tommorow amidst the pain & sorrow
shadows block the vortex in the brightness of the pupil in my eye
come with me to the garden
alone and chosen to appear
lavender base with a hook in the air
baby's breath permeates the stream of moss left on the cobblestone square
left mesmorized through all those twisted lies does it come at any big enough surprise

love has gained it also has lost through one forbiddens soul that was tossed
onto the forbidden sea nestled in its tranquility in our make believe
marked the one willing to achieve the best out of sullen brevity
the foretaste of whats to become in all of kingdom come it can't be undone
Caviar, wine & cheese
start spreading love's disease
got to be in the move to catch you in the grove
pulls your heart in many directions amidst its aniquated affections
philosophers, intellectuals & average Joes
each of us can embrace loves torn embrace not some Peyton Place from outer space
you can meet me halfway above the sky toward are destined reason why

my philosophy is that my peeps are glad to see a different side of me
we can humbly agree the streets are not the same when everyones playing the name game
got Eminem still on his way to fame but don't forget about Nas cause he's no lost cause
got beats from my hip sipping on the line when everybody around you is quite fine
fashionable jeans with Goochie hand bags forget about North Korea and their sand bags
Trump in is ivory tower but why do we even bother to keep on hearing him holler
there's reason for my being in the changing of the season with Drake in good taste
this is the melting *** so watch it shine cause Vitale is in the mix so kiss his behind
its your choice to salute the flag or not or have you forgot this spoken melody
those are the things we used to see while were out there getting our college degree
save the drama for your momma and we can't forget Obama he such a charmer
but you knew it would be like this getting caught up in the mix waiting for your next fix

like a jewel in the Nile we can learn all the great while we got a shoulder to stand
with an infinite plan to spread it out upon the masses no one deserves second classes
our history books have proven that we need to take part in a solution
a nation united in love but some of us want to sweep things under the rug
got high hopes for the undersground sound cause they still got me in the game
not grabbing that text is like driving me insane but who are we to blame
with cats having blue hats they stuggle for assistance in joing in the resistance
we got to learn to fight the power or take a nice cold shower
don't look down on me cause I'm not dead yet but I'm going to be the man you'll never forget
make the melody gell with you and me then you will see sweet lasting harmony.

For he has touched your perfect body with his mind
songs we used to sing when we were very young all undone
yet the future seems brighter as it is in the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
from the jingling and the tinkling of the bells
Weep when I'm gone if you must
But know it is true if you trust
Death isn't the end of the story
It's just the beginning of glory
I look in the mirror at the beginning of each day, and ask myself what mask should I place on my face today.

No not the sad one it's too revealing, I don't want to show the world my true feelings.

For the mask that you can see camouflages the true me.
It's my public face that I remove each night, when I bare my soul the mirrors light.

It's the one meant for only my eyes to see it speaks of all my history.

It tells of my youth and boyish ways, my adolescents and my young mans dreams.

It tells of good times of which I had my share of love lost and pain so hard to bear.

So I choose my mask so carefully, to cover the face that was given to me, the one that was meant for only my eyes to see.

Let's just pretend you can take a trusted from on a road trip down by the sea
as a beacon of light to a hurting friend in need
we have created a magic circle drowned in the rain
stop for lobsters maybe some baked crab we shall grab
through the pier we can see the dare in the eye of the  flight of the Albatross
yet as the weather gets bad we are left drowned in the rain

got to get back in the car amidst the near window pane
she blazed,
she kindled
out of the night
like a white star
We all boil at different degrees
one can equate in hidden apathy
Silently
time passes
The only life I have
submits to its power
some die looking for a hand do hold
On the other side of the resistance is the flow
the sounds of the nearby surf coming into the tide
my soul permeates the inner feeling of solace

the earth has music for those who listen
all the while I was a sinking vessel,
No lifeboat
No S.O.S
Salted wounds
to work until skin becomes bone white
for I have seen the truth and it doesn't make sense
golden nuggets of thought in viral personifications
And in the end,
we were all just
humans,
drunk on the idea
that love,
only love,
could heal
our brokenness
my very soul permeates a vision for being
out in the changeing of the season
then for some matter my friend just left me without any reason

All Is A Will For Power Nothing More

*******
hallucination in philosphical explanation
politicians drink my wine come and smoke my tea
we all tend to disagree from all the demonic mockery
painted fences with reckless advances
no second chances have to be perfect
whom do you seek or willingly agree
cats with blue hats
working so hard can give you a heart attack
put out some slack
stubborn liberal hot headed mess
feminist
equate logic for fear

existentialism at its best
I must clearly confess
we are in quite a mess
everyone's worshipping something
got a bun in the oven
kissing your second cousin
headed for destruction
inhillation in its soul vexation
Trump in his ivory tower can't even take a cold shower
North Korea's little boy porker
where the **** is this wall ?
do we have to hear it from the voice of a no it all

barbed wire fences
extremeties to watch suckers bleed
****** on the rise
abortion on demand
when will we ever live to understand
Elder Bush try's to get some bush
the corporate greed what a ******* sleeze
busy as a bee in your society
blinded leaders of the blind
some will fall into a great ditch
then most marry a *****
yet lust isn't pure love
we sweep things under the rug
Satan laughing spreads his wings
all in all by its evil twisted means

can't help you
cause they can't even help themselves
extortioners & real liars
no one has a voice today
no one gives a ****
worried abouth Hugh Hefner ******* on his final ***
zombie creatures with viscous fangs that bite dripping blood of side
you all want to just run away & hide
its the actual day of the walking dead face full of lead
for I exist as if a vapor then I am no more
a challenge to be free is a question of time

send a shiver down my spine in some dreadful fright
will you look to me when you fall at the pulse of your ego to know it all
as in solace through a vivid dream will you be there
will you surrender to the passionate care
with a baby's hair and a womans eyes
does all of this no0tion of thought come at a big enough surprise
will you learn to grasp as you bask in the vast expanse of the moment
to caress a kiss in a lovingly way one may often so frey

you were there from the very beginning
you were there in song

you felt the heat of pleasure in a memory as if the break of dawn
for I will sorrow in my misery I will soar in my dream
the faint of heart will try to break us apart yet who are they anyway
love is the vivid essence of my meager existence learn to shun the resistance at every circumstance
remember me in the morning as you sip your coffee
through a portal in a storm we often will curse the very day we were born
in tragedy you have created a brightened homily
some may live in their land of make believe
others simply do what they please

as if a white dove passing through the sky
draw me ever near to such a place by faith

today I exist as a vapor then I am no more
some may equate logic for fear that brings nothing near
my chest is heavy and my pulse is setting in
yesterday was such an easy game we used to play
awe but then let's face it it's quite easier today
for I am not myself these day for all i know I might by two
there's room enough in store to view yet I'm in a bind
I'm likewise in a haze for who I am from scene to scene
yet luck's provision is preverse it seems to work more in reverse
if things are better they'll be worse in quite a while
hey penny, one penny, tri penny, three
nature seldom ever fails to most surprisingly provide an undisclosing posing side
at one's dismay one needs to pray

Shelter me in a newer way to begin
won't you help me my friend
through mountains of madness amidst all its sadness
we can dig deeper then ever before
lest I implore another opened door
getting caught up in the middle playing a game of second fiddle
most of life seems to be a riddle
Shelter me in through the storms of life
amidst each added spice as if were on a roller coaster
don't stop me now but I may need a lawyer
as we get a little older we can grow to succumb to the world's cloister
like a hen with a rooster gets your pets spayed and nuetered.
we are only here for a short time so sound the alarm

inside we hide behind four walls that seal
caught up in a fix in every hope as you hold your crucifix
there's danger up ahead yet we lie in bed in the walking dead
a face full of lead falling apart at the seams in the evil schemes
shelter me in so I can breath always got something up my sleeve
shadows block the vortex of the sun lit resolution
we are out searching for the latest solution
in barbed wire fences always second glances
we often will scamble as Felix was played by Tony Randall
its hard to handle living in a society that's blind you see
but as a poet friend I'm making sweet lasting memories
languished over the onslaught of feelings inside
your the tool of the government and industry to
its all a will for power nothing more lest I simply implore
the fate for so much more yet for what?

shelter me in out in the playing field of delegation as polticians embrace a resonable solution
in the newspaper as shelter lies dormant in its beckoning call
to the know it all out in his ivory tower its in the hour of power
bask in the vast expanse between space and time
John Lennon said it best, "Happiness is a lone gun momma bang bang shoot shoot".
we got thick headed polticians that can't even reason
suicide is on the rise people are running away to hide
abortion on demand when will we ever live to understand
no one has a voice anymore no one understands
until today we got every good reason to bow our heads to pray
a mass hysteria in our land as we text our way through the day
no one breaks bread anymore no one bothers to pray
yet it ought not be this way on some sorted time delay
you still make fun of the gay instead of embracing them as they are our family
lines being drawn in the sand when will we ever live to understand

Shelter me in my friend with whom I can depend people are making choices
there maybe something blowing in the wind for Dylan was right on that one
building bridges that go across party lines in their most unique affliation
philosophically filled up with sullen brevity and everything that does the heavy deed
we often will hide behind the false hidden garb of compromise taking heed to twisted lies
Shelter me in so that I may live it all over once again my dearly beloved friend may you understand.

Young G

as a young G in the hood running rampant like he should
he started off with a seed in his mommas belly in time he grow into jelly
with a bright crooked smile he knew all the while the stage was set for him to be born
out came young G making sweet history & that's not the end of the story
he took up gambling in his younger days getting trapped in a purple haze
yet he knew in the great while he would shine
heightened by that of fantasy he was built on sweet brevity
falling apart at the seams he gets caught selling dope now he can't even cope
doing time yet he would one day shine filter through the scene
when he can't even cope having a fight with the soap on the rope
he was used to cell block nine thought that everything was fine
until he heard the message from the preacher noting it wasn't a late night double feature
he knew he had to relax and bask in the vast expanse of having hope with God
after doing time everything was quite fine everthing was thought out and in line
noted that he was created in God's image crafted by his great design
then young G got a little older this time he was busted for ******
back in cell block number nine again only this time he had a new friend
he knew that Jesus was on his  side and he was going along for the ride
he knew that the enemy was was very sneaky and God was but a mystery
this time his destiny was harder to achieve cause he was on death row
a hard pill to swallow as he would wallow in the mire of depression
leaving him second guessing but this time he knew he was clean inside
his destny had been open like a lost seagull flying on the ocean

Young G now was a full grown man with a definite plan to make things better
no matter what the weather he kept things together
yet the heat was on & someday soon he'd be gone
as he wrote his final epitaph he could but grasp
all those people that he touched even though he spent his life in a rush
then came the time the last day of his life they fed him just bread with a bit of rice
he knew this was his last time of the roll of the dice
he prayed up to heaven knowing it wasn't a one stop shopping event at a local seven elevev
as they led him down the hall now he could stand but ten feet tall
they injected him with the juice in the needle in time young G would pass
yet we all have every reason to grasp the moral of the story
as young G sits in heavenly glory looking down with a smile
cause he knew all the great while his destiny was sealed as he once yield to the heavenly call
no my brother man let the reader understand that all in all God had made Young G as his ultimate plan

try me if you please as you are out spreading the disease
plagued by thoughts of granduer with affectionate melancholy
sparkling array of blissful care through the air
my very soul permeates a reason for being amidst the changing of the seasons
with daffodils and common ivy hue
come with me as we frolic in a land of make believe
away from the bustling crowd can make you think out loud
there is a land with kings and queens with twisted heated evil schemes
nestled near the dungeon there lies a little baby dragon caught in his humble abode
a nearby court jester merry and wise enticing to the villagers in the square
juggling and spinning around like the present day clown
a fare maiden timid with red dress alone in her castle looking into the mirror
there is a beautiful butterfly that leaps through the cobblestone onto the greenn grass with moss
the lovely maiden begins to sip on a cup of tea with a bisquit crumbs are left behind
faces, spaces & traces
filter through the duration of time in a menagerie of sorts in the quaint kings court
there in the center is the jewel of the Nile running rampant &  wild
personifications of colors mark the cobblestones leading to a garden with beautiful flowers
it's Spring time and the court is filled with wine & spice galore
a black cat dazzles in the sunlight next to the baby dragon alone
the court jester begins his sonnet with not a dry eye in the parlor
"Love is the essence of my inner existence shun its resistance"...
outside at night the moon was still and there fell a quaint bellowing noise coming from the baby dragon as if a gasp.
nestled below there was small dwarfs scratching there heads trying to go to bed

perched on the maiden's window was a beautiful white dove with a reed in its beek
in solace the warm brevity permeates throughout the duration of this quaint land
let the reader understand the fullest extent of the kingdom in your thoughts
into letting it dazzle the very fabrication of your mind then in time
dreams would ensue of decorative doorways with covered wagons & parchment boards exposed
inside you will see the visualization of a walkway a given chance to get away
behind pillars then trophies of long ago in this vast domain
beautiful illustration of the unseen land let it bask in the vast expanse of your mind
a place to find love for nature and the beauty it helps to represent
the maiden has a significant purpose to bridge the gap between heaven & hell
with a great story in which to tell from the heart of her soul
her mind tingles her body aches with the pleasure she was afforded
when she is done she will feel the ****** of her restored heart with that of sullen brevity
she cares for the baby dragon with equated logic and fervor and will forever honor her
the green moss surrounds the land and even infects the nostrils of the palace guard
for this is a land we used to have been given to us out of vested reason of being
the intuned harmony to the hidden beasts menagerie cause all of life is but a mystery you see

as a seed was dropped into the atmosphere it took root as I grew
although those many years have passed still I have every reason to grasp
the mere notion of a whisper and that of a smile
to know all the great while the Willows tree waves through the breeze
he speaks through me when time is rough and its hard to commerce
in little things that the mere sadness brings in view of a thrill
as in Autumn the ****** of the leaves turning the human hearts are forever burning
onto yearning amidst life's tragedy & pain
the melodic fixture on the wall seems to me ten feet tall
wild union of the Albatross as it nestles in the warmth of the sky
very often in my dream he is there as a figure to embrace
the lonely heart of faith with its twists and turns
one soul soars while the other is soon to be burned

braided green ivy dashes out on the spectrum of the patio
teaching me pleasant things in the way I should go
can't even cope to dismiss this earthly bliss in a time well spent in thought
with rain that implodes on my head to insight
forgetting the night and the day is far spent
there is great beauty in his eyes one hand to hold a heart will mend
slowly we grow to depend on pleasant laughter prepared for the great here after
one in twain yet marked on its blotted page clearly intact
silence is golden when we need a shoulder to cry
a passerby wanders alone in the night
snap shot memories of our past having so much fun with a hope that it would last

as he sits enthroned in light of illumination of the heavenlies
suddenly I grasp for breath onto the mere notion of love
love is the pure essence of my meager existence learn to shun its resistance
out of every circumstance let's learn to take part in the dance
wholesome brevity of the way things used to be amidst a blatant lonely society
it's still inside of me the madness of my thickened conquest
all of life seems  to be a test
as if blackened holes filled with dots
everything is captured in a thought
many people just tend to think a lot
yet life is a wave filtered in a dream where people tend to scream
perhaps we are plants ready to blossom in the sun
others live in some paradox filled with fun

He speaks to e when in the night being so very cold
then you will do as you are told until the very rights to you are sold
blessings flow through his small but still voice all of life is but a choice
many equate logic for that in fear but he still brought me here
some if not many reak the very stench of death left as road ****
yet he is there in the midst in order to avoid a Satanic twist
what is my last heart felt final wish ?
Jesus

For I Exist II

For I exist as a vapor only to appear for a little why then I am no more
as a heart explodes with the lotion of laughter to unfold I digress
tapestry on the wall has divisions of sought after fervor exposed
for as a young man I used to dream immaculate dreams of kings & queens
a challenge to be free was a question of time my own solution is using my mind
think of a path leading to a barren forest exposed to its elements
as you walk your very soul permeates love filled up in song
long columns of pillars lie on the enchanted barrier as if a whisper
there are things to take notice upon such as moss with green composition
leaves are torn with various colorization of blue, red, & green
as a vortex through the light beams a filtration aura
a whisper leads to an angelic being where sounds of mystical fascination ensue
if only I could touch the very him of its vested garment
then alone again I cry in the very silence of my own thoughts & fears
for I shed a single tear to help numb the inner pain

Come with me bury thee in a barrier by the sea with a sweet melody
the noise had stopped in the forest then I resigned to my hamoc
life is but a mystery then in time you will see the fullest extent of reality
not since Pegasus and Orion have we come into the realization of thought
to proclaim happiness to the mass populace amidst a tragedy left in sullen brevity
for I am here as a fragrance sprayed out on all mankind alive to be
in the moment with love nestled in the very fabric of existence shun the resistance
can't even wink to dismiss this earthly bliss in a time well spent in thought
come with me stay with me as we bask in the vast expanse between space and time
why does one equate logic with fear for in our differences I will show I really care
For I exist as a figment in imaginative thought along the barren path
Everyone seems to be touched by the impulse the very vibration of love's resolve
falling emblems taunt a hidden resolve toward a quest for more but then of what
for I can be reflected as a mirror shown to brighten a heated horizon
perhaps I existed before time began in some quaint little dwelling along the barren sod
we each look through things as if in golden nuggets of thought exposed to the elements
let go of your ambition released for the white dove in the sky will truly fly
for when I came into being I sought love to share with all those faces who truly care

Poet to poetry hide me from society melt me in the fervor of sullen brevity !
there are lines being drawn in the sand let the reader understand in the furtherance of the plan...
A challenge to be set free is a question of time use logical persuasion from behind
the clock on the wall has holes in the side with a sought grained polish of dust
talk with me walk with me through the passage of time with a highway with cars without tires
the mere notion of intellectualism has taken a back seat toward compromise to its twisted lies...
no one has a voice anymore no one wants to be heard
Disturbed
corporate greed with fat cats with blue hats filter through the streets
agruments ensue over yesterdays left over newspaper yet we tend to rattle the chain

society you don't have a part in me cause you lied to me
saying the claim I am what I do you have bitten off far more then you could every chew
you walk the New York mile taking the Hudson Ferry
hysteria
people get mad at me cause I'm in support of gay rights the fact that we should coexist
your going to have a fight with my fist if you don't resist yet you think I' m so one sided
take you back in a blast from the past 1975 watching the Donny & Marie show waiting for my pops to make me those little pizzas in the oven
those good old days from the past having so much fun with a hope that it would last
today we are devided minds are plugged with evil destruction
everyone texts & no more need for family get togethers around the kitchen table
lock themselves inside their proverbial room waiting to seal their tomb
yet at one time we can climb together as a melting *** for the furtherance of love

buying your time there's a great ladder to climb until you reach heaven's door lest I implore
today we got Nas, Fetty & Snoop hitting the famed rap scene busting out dope joints.
got to kick it to the curb as if you have heard they cry for peace in the woods laying on the grass.
No one today gets by on any free pass we got bills to pay plans to be made
we are the bold the blue and the brave letting are stars shine brightly in the midnight hour
its all a will or a quest for power perhaps you may need to take a cold shower
Trump in his ivory tower that no it all president that's thinks he's getting something done
Yeah we heard Eminem's take on the whole rap scope of intellectualized mentality
but we as a nation have something far more up our sleeve as we quest for love
burning bridges with soup kitchens way out of order holding your own with the foodstamps
we are all learning to take part in the dance

The bones are brittle
as are the thoughts
they crumble
events of yesterdays that never happened
things that happened not remembered
today becomes another time
faces and events mingle
become a crazy quilt

He sits and stares
unaware of a spreading map
in his crotch that moves down
his legs and becomes a puddle
at his feet

His hands dangle at his sides
veiny gnarled
twitching
are they waiting for some message
from that dead brain
his pulse is almost an insult

They say he feels no pain

in a scream I was tossed in a frenzy of emotional imperfections
the silence richly embraced a feeling of a funeral in my brain
tried to take the thought captive but it never worked until
the knocking of the door to hear the strange noise of that of my mother
a soft still voice ensued until I was left to nothing more but a moment of silence
captivated by a push of mysterious decorum I set out to find the answer inside
still in my dream I wandered inside a cave with a warm crystal clear fire of a flame
stretched for my imaginative thought toward a figure inside the flame
as if a warlock was enticed to produce his magical powers amidst the flame
all of this was driving me insane as if two tombstones in my head
today its the walking dead people can't help you cause they can't even help themselves

the immense mockery of a white tailed dove flew outside the cave flying high in the sky
the twilight sun has blocked my inner vision I was left perplexed inside
a bitter chill of the after glow unleashed a deafening promise to explore so much more
the dream continued then onto another knock this time it was none other but a black cat
the innate furtherance of pillows being tossed throughout my room as if enclosed in some tomb
Ivy briars laced with the handle of Lavender bars would peak onto the climatic memory of the dream...
thoughts of Dickinson with her funeral moment with the hopes that it would dismiss this interval
conclaves of broken pieces emmersed in the cadence of an illusion
my soul permeates a reason for being but in heaven's name what ?

Again I wake in this wretched place
Where the devil glares with grimaced face
Reading my heart, stripping it bare
Savoring the scent of the secrets there
I'm slipping and sliding, the ice too thin
Carefully creeping, lest I fall in
I'm holding on tight with a white knuckle grip
Knowing he waits, for the moment I slip

And just as before, the first time I fell
He stood at the ready, casting a spell
Quick as a wink, he swiftly swooped in
Leading me down his pathway of sin

Dashing and daring, he's handsome and strong
He tied me in strings; then led me along
His clutch was so quick, I had nowhere to run
From the cold calculation, he fancies as fun
He baits a fine trap, with flattery and fawn
Seeking the weak to use as his pawn
Once I was trapped, caught in his snare
I was twisting and turning, gasping for air

He's a devil disguised, with eyes of deep blue
But nothing he says is faithful or true
So ladies beware, he's cold as a snake
And the treasure he offers, is gaudy and fake

But this time I stand strong, I'm adept to his game
Won't be fooled by his charms or bullied by shame
I'm squaring my shoulders, I'm calling his bluff
A lesson hard learned, and enough is enough
I say…bring it on you sly devil, this time you'll be beat
I'm wise to the tricks of a liar, a cheat
You can't take my heart, I've locked it away
Now…I am the slayer and you are the prey

So stare if you must, you'll have no affect
The passion in me, you can't resurrect
Your whispers fall dead, like leaves on a grave
You'll have none of me, or the homage you crave

May you lie there twisting, kicking up dust
With your mind full of soot and your heart full of rust
I've broken the chains that have long held me down
I picked up the mirror and turned it around
So, just look at yourself, you're sordid, unclean
There's nothing to you, behind the smokescreen
Smoke and mirrors together is a dangerous pair
They'll make you believe in what's really not there

The laugh is on you, cause I've learned your game
And the favor you seek, you'll never reclaim
I'm no more the victim, of your wretched deceit
And the armor I wear, you'll never defeat

An unkempt man approached me one dark evening
'In pursuit', he said, 'of a favour'
'A drink' he explained, but I was unsure of his meaning
When he specified it should be of a refined yet peculiar flavour
Then as he percieved I was not repelled, he moved nearer to enhance his rapport
Until in the light of a streetlamp I could see the bottle he held
And I wondered what fate had in store

It was clear now he was dressed in strange clothing
Of a style that one rarely meets
Except for perhaps if roving, in a town of Dickensian streets
I failed not to judge as I leaned closer to hear just what he might suggest
I thought 'how gracious of me to humour this poseur
In his pale make-up, black bowler and velvet overvest'

On the bottle he held his black fingernails drummed
They were varnished as per his morbid fashion
And in his throat the tune he hummed
Spoke of past revels and passion
Until at last had mustered his confidence and a pleasing tone
In which he proceeded to intimate his desire
That alas, he possessed no blood he could call his own, so therefore he was forced to enquire
As to the possibility of a small donation, it would not take much time just a tick
The procedure requiring just two things worthy of mention
Those being a vein and a slit

Of course I recoiled aghast, and vainly attempted to call
As I found I could not make a sound
Then it was only when my head lolled down that I saw
His feet hovering an inch from the ground
I was unable to engage any muscles as a fingernail pierced my left wrist
Or when he filled his bottle with a pint of my best red corpuscles
Then pocketed it with a hiss

He said he could see why he might be reviled
For the comtempt he had treated me with
Then he parted his lips and smiled
To allude to the fiendish alternative
It was a smile of rapacious appearance, that made my heart shiver and shudder
For as anyone could tell from even that quick glance
His smile was a smile like no other

Then with a doff a wink and a smirk
He smoothly departed our puddle of light
And melting into the inky black murk
He receded into the night
Now whenever I am about after dark
I determine to not be so too late
And ever since that experience left it's cruel mark
I portage garlic cloves, holy water and a stake

she dreamed of simple things not beyond her means
to frolic amidst the dust of tranquility
a tug at her heart would light the inner spark of what she neded to know

She leaned upon her balcony, in the darkness,
Folding her hands beneath her chin;
And watched the lamps begin
Here and there to pierce like eyes the darkness,--
From windows, luminous rooms,
And from the damp dark street
Between the moving branches, and the leaves with rain still sweet.
It was strange: the leaves thus seen,
With the lamplight's cold bright glare thrown up among them,--
The restless maple leaves,
Twinkling their myriad shadows beneath the eaves,--
Were lovelier, almost, than with sunlight on them,
So bright they were with young translucent green;
Were lovelier, almost, than with moonlight on them. . . .
And looking so wistfully across the city,
With such a young, and wise, and infinite pity
For the girl who had no lover
To walk with her along a street like this,
With slow steps in the rain, both aching for a kiss,--
It seemed as if all evenings were the same,
As if all evenings came
With just such tragic peacefulness as this;
With just such hint of loneliness or pain,
The quiet after rain.
her pulse was rushing as she looked towards nature's magnificience
at last she made it through onto so much more

Love under lock and key...
an exquisite sunset, 'O' paints pretty colors, before
a maiden's heart dances, piroettes beneath the straight,
moonbeams bointe to her fate as she waits patiently
a devine key will unlock her heart,
revelation will reward her patience
a paired key is waiting on the  other side of the moon
this key courts the perfect lock
moon shadows waltz serenely under a black velvet shy
shooting stars are messengers carrying her call for you

such is black velvet cake a bit creamy to taste it permeates your stomach's residue
"An eternity, I have waited, oh how long I've dreamed of you,
Every minute of forever you'll be locked in my heart".

Oh, hear her plea, please grant her desire
End her search for her dream to come true
Raprure from above..rain, a soothing lulaby,
Floating..adrift..in dreams your key is hers
Wishing herself away to sweet, tender oblivion,
She has waited too long for your key
Dark depths of hihility, infinite space
She will await you in the middle of the abyss
Dance towards the moonbeams, they point to your face
She prays your key will unlock her dream

"An eternity, I have waited, oh how long I have dreamed of you,
Every minute of forever you'll be locked in my heart".

Are you the keeper of the key to her heart ?
Come dance with her...under the moon
Worship her in the moonlight with a passionate dance
Whisper your secrets,  exchange your trinkets,
Your key matches her heart and her heart unlocks yours
Moon shadows waltz serenely under a black velvet cake
Shooting stars are messengers, telling the rest of the world,
You've finally unlocked her heart
Dance toward the moonbeams,
They point to your fate.
*** and black  velvet cake

Love under lock and key...
an exquisite sunset, 'O' paints pretty colors, before
a maiden's heart dances, piroettes beneath the straight,
moonbeams bointe to her fate as she waits patiently
a devine key will unlock her heart,
revelation will reward her patience
a paired key is waiting on the  other side of the moon
this key courts the perfect lock
moon shadows waltz serenely under a black velvet shy
shooting stars are messengers carrying her call for you

such is black velvet cake a bit creamy to taste it permeates your stomach's residue
"An eternity, I have waited, oh how long I've dreamed of you,
Every minute of forever you'll be locked in my heart".

Oh, hear her plea, please grant her desire
End her search for her dream to come true
Raprure from above..rain, a soothing lulaby,
Floating..adrift..in dreams your key is hers
Wishing herself away to sweet, tender oblivion,
She has waited too long for your key
Dark depths of hihility, infinite space
She will await you in the middle of the abyss
Dance towards the moonbeams, they point to your face
She prays your key will unlock her dream

"An eternity, I have waited, oh how long I have dreamed of you,
Every minute of forever you'll be locked in my heart".

Are you the keeper of the key to her heart ?
Come dance with her...under the moon
Worship her in the moonlight with a passionate dance
Whisper your secrets,  exchange your trinkets,
Your key matches her heart and her heart unlocks yours
Moon shadows waltz serenely under a black velvet cake
Shooting stars are messengers, telling the rest of the world,
You've finally unlocked her heart
Dance toward the moonbeams,
They point to your fate.
*** and black  velvet cake

you get pulled over and have no seat belt on don't give a flying ****
you wake up late for school and you don't want to go
you ask your mom please but she still says no
miss two classes and no homework
teacher teaches class like your some kind of ****
can't even wink to dismiss this earthly bliss
when there's a dozen of pots in my sink
we dream of better days yet get lost in some purple haze
yet year after year we are as mice getting stuck in a maze
go to bathroom in your pants yet you hide it away in a secret place
don't give a flying **** about politics and the newest trend
we all must keep it in check lest I inspect a newer way of living
bask in the vast expanse of ***, drugs & rock and roll

like Johnny Paycheck sang, "Take this job and shove  I  ain't working here no more".
like spaghetti without the sauce or toast without butter
is it any wonder we got too much time on our hands
let the reader understand you can't keep sticking it to the man
don't give a flying **** on your critical mindset of fire blown in its fullest desire
don't care in what you say or did that's why i put an M80 under a garbage can lid
ever since I was a kid I did what was best for me that's how i studied my history
life is busy when you are making other plans i hope you all someday will understand
don't give a flying **** when your out burning the midnight oil
have to wait far to long watching water to boil
got Trump in his ivory the know it all for president
don't give a flying **** on who will take up residence
in the changing of the season everyhting happens for a reason

in the sunlit morning I awoke to enter the village
a vast amount of seagulls flocked overhead
yet my soul permeates through the duration of the walk
an officer was assigned to watch the Lone Blue Lagoon a gay club
as I entered i melted in my seat there were men around me swarming me like a bee
a sip of wine and everything was so very fine
a whole host of finger foods were on a table
it was many years ago let the truth be told

all the way in P Town that a fare lad named Luigi had come out of the closet
although those many years would pass I still had every reason to grasp
the notion of a whisper while passing gas
Luigi today is known as the village queer
a Liberace of sorts with sweaters and torts
has a coffee shop down by the beach his bagels and locks are to die for
yes in 1975 he went to Studio 54
a hippie of sorts always dressed up in his shorts

very giving man let the reader understand
until the day he got busted for ****** it was all in the news
needles were found even in the coffee house's sofa
now the village queer is doing time but everything is fine
people still come by and shine

there is a smile below
there is a smile above
betwixt the heart of praise
a lonely heart found love

a soul devides then parts
on every circumstance we can learn
to take part in the dance
in quiteness I must confess

the cause of togetherness
my soul permeates a reason for being
in the changing of the season
there is the smile that holds

it also offends
let the reader understand
a beacon of light onto
a hurting world in need of love

nestled from the tender hand from up above
through common cadence we both can agree
the soft pitter patter of the amazing melody
in sullen brevity we can fondly agree

a soul betwixt the moral outlet plunges to the depths of the sea in sin
after careful examination cadence erupts to taunt the young man's soul
like an ox going in for a **** his stems for passion to endulge in love
soft music with the lighting of a candle too hard to handle now

his heart permeates a state of being inside her as hands are clutched tightly
forget the night & the day is far spent out of circumstance to take part in the dance
a beacon of love to a hurting soul in need of pleasure yet will the glue hold
torrents of rain outside shudder the quaint existence of the house's frame

love is the very fabric of his existence learn to shun each resistance in every curcumstance
breath deep my love for tonight we will take part in pleasure to the early dawn
the smell of sweet body odor as we plunge into ****** onto the ******
took a drag of a cigarette to vent things through my head

left in the daze of a cordeal impulse that ensued
still I was in the mood for more
we enjoyed each others fill in surprisingly triumphant courage
to muster the resilence of our exquisite taste of brevity

my heart sunk in ******* fervor onto the duration of the moment
thoughts of birds flying over my head in exquisite fashion for the moment
the taste of her lips sweet caress of her tongue
furtherance of *** plunge into a harvest of twilight

on the edge of my seat I see a ball in the corner of my room
silently I whisper a tender phrase of sweet harmony
tonight we revisit the love's destiny to what we were waiting for
lest I implore another opened door willing to explore so much more

we finally yawn and start a fire in the fire place
a lasting glo that we shared with the memory of our love
sealed with the ornament of its timeless clarity
pressed between the world i know and the one I wish to go

well to bring cadence amidst the fallen dew
hope springs a new through the vibration of sorts
we have erected pyramids to honor our dead
my soul permeates a reason to go on strong
as a cordeal eruption in the vast scheme of things
the notion of a whisper let it filter through your head
faces with traces of muse its the walking dead
perhaps this is the land where Nero tread
Awake to the new day exposed by the sun light
let it be a reflection upon your hair

cover me like glue on the refuse of our love
willingly excuse the part that is dragged through the mud
as if a cow would chew its cud
dream with sweetness in the twilight of your room
keep the solace amidst the texture of a Persian rug
in silence now the halls perfume the room
nectar on the outside corner is inviting
pillars of granguer line the cement gloss of its perimeter
the gods have spoken through a channel as if a port in storm
curse the very day when you were actually born

languished in the modern man's head
a face full of lead base on what has been said
control is the real issue of the moment
***** in red pools filled with blood
the occasion of the surplus train exposed to the elements
***** barbed wire formed on its textile base asunder
like a cold clap in the dark you lit the inner spark of what I'm here to say
brevity amidst the humilty of letting things be
a reason to believe tossed away in the storm
the blatant mockery of each twist and turn
one soul soars while the other is soon to be burned

yet we can't have it both ways we must choose
there are two roads you can go by but in the long run there's still time to change the road your on.
Neil Young thought he could pack it in & by a pick up head out to L.A.
we shall never forget even in regret to show love to a friend

trapped within the very impulse of our loved beneath the perplexing ambush
we close the door of brevity with a slight adjustment of the hand when will we understand
caught betwen the world I know then onto the one I wish to go we become puzzled
my mind is playing tricks on me day after day with humble knee to bow the head to pray

out in the street where people meet we wear a smile yet know all the great while
when push comes to shove we tend to sweep things underneath the rug
in a time well spent in thought our chromosones run a bit wild
when I was a child i used to dream of kings and queens & magical places

yesterday is gone and I sit here all alone with a song in my heart to light the inner spark
we will humbly embark upon the distant road we are to tread within the walking dead
following aparts at the seams living in a land so very mean
Halloween

with witches in the air without a care in darkened portals of my mind
a flash in the pan when to understand that true simplistic art
Warhol with his soup cans promising everyone 15 minutes of fame
Elder bush still trying to grab some bush best he keep his Tiger in the woods

living in a field of dreams faces that scream eating my favorite ice cream
blind leaders of the blind following a no it all for president isn't it relevant
chase back the dreams froom your hair without the willingness to share
lines being drawn in the sand when to understand send the troops home
no time for them to roam...

mind is playing tricks on me as we take things casually masquerading with reality
with sought after humble brevity living in a land of make believe
yet we have something up our sleeve
crimes of passion embarking on the New York mile

bloodshed in the street of the town of New Haven
gone our the days of the forgotten Ben Laden or have we forgotten him
North Korea fat boy in a suit with funny hair
a cause to reflect lest we have met together for a journey of fear

working to hard can give you a heart attack like that old school rap
with Slick Rick & Mellie Mel boogy down with your socks like the late Scot Lerock
Fetty Wap is still on top still got time to call up for a cop
many years from now I'll still be on top

minds playing tricks on my as if its in the gutter is it any wonder with Stevie
everybody needs me like freshly squeezed orange juice drinking one hundred proof *****
these are the days that try mens souls as in the summer soldier and the sunset patriot
we can learn from our past mistakes not to make them again

Guess its best to hold our breath & count to the number ten again

we look inside to dig deeper then ever before
a willingness by which to explore so much more
love is all around us as if hope springs a new
many have bitten off far more then they could ever chew
solace is branded by ivy thorns on the impulse of love
brevity is still deep inside of me when I have time alone
to wait in the parlor for a sweet word of enjoyment
the favorable response to its duration and plight
forget the night and the day is far well spent
as if gravity is still deep inside of me but I hide from thee
quietness in a walk through the woods
look at the Willow tree wave its tender branches
in certain traces we get spaces in ordinary places
conscious response to love
to embark on a pivotal point of existence learn to shun its resistance
out of every circumstance learn to take part in life's dance
there are various trials to shape your character into being in the moment

love has united the masses with vested chances
love is the union between man & wife
love is in the moment as you gaze into its light
many have departed from its sight giving up on the fight
the human creature is vast in there intellect
a great cause to wait upon such a love
how you have fought so hard and fierce
my truest love is gone from here
a challenge to be free is a question of time
my one solution is using my mind
living on the edge and its going to my head
sitting up at night all alone in bed
following the rainbow to the sky
I see a vision of you pass me by
Our war were in is almost over
It's so hard to believe I lost my lover

love has gained it also has lost humanities heaviest of cost
yet still dig deep then ever before onto the duration of Agape love
brotherly love to love in a praise of thanks to your fellow man
let the reader understand everyone has love just have to tap into it
from that of space and time we shall shine
the love of your neighbor greater then your self
greater love has the man that lays down their life for a friend
a love sought to depend upon day by day
amidst the barren cliffs hero's glare
through the soul in flight as it permeates matters of the heart
In Autumn as the leaves turn each leaf is symbolic
breathe deep

I look to you in Autumn's merge with the ****** of love
for the fragrance of scented leaves in the trees
I look to you in the quaint forest all alone
with the howling of owls in the distance
through the epitaph of braised neglect you are there
perched in the hands of loving hearts pierced through the fallen hue
quaint encounters on the porch swing by the Willow tree
you are the humble reminder of what true love is for
the notion of a vested solace hanging on the rich decorum

although at times and moments you may shy away yet you are there
aware in the twilight of fragmented choice
we may wallow in the mire of sweet ****** yet we humbly agree
I look to you cause we were both meant to be
all of life seems to be a mystery it seems
never before has my soul permeate through a glass menagerie
of the fallen leaves quaint but yet so dead
what is going on inside my head

I look to you across the hands of time
nestled through the mere vibration of brevity
in shallow peaks throughout the conclaves of death door resolve
as we climb the steps of time only to finally reach heavens door
lest I implore a more simpler way for my heart to display
beauty as in crystalized nuggets of time well spent in thought
I look to you in the morning fresh on the grass fallen dew
one can't ever know until you let go
in lavender decadance along the surface of the outdoor perimeter
basking in the vast expanse between space and time
as a beacon of light in a world in search of love
shelter lies dormant amidst its beckoning plough
a challenge to be free is a question of time
we have come this close never to turn back now
love is the essence of my mere existence learn to shun the resistance in every circumstance
until at last we all will take part in the dance

So much heart so much love so much need
Janis Joplin I cry to watch your heart bleed
What a talent you brought to the world
Time has seen your legend unfold
How sad that your life was lost to the abyss
Of uncertainty and need, oh how you are missed
What intellect, what talent and a future untold
Such a beautiful woman and so in need of love
It was like a crucifixion to see this talent shoved
By ignorant fools who couldn’t understand
The cruelty when you were young and you so grand
Anyone who had a heart could have saved you from your fate
But when people found their heart it was already too late
She wove her daisy chains
until winter spent the wildflowers
with its will. She was too young
to know that spring would come
and they would bloom again,
so she caught the stars
at midnight and wore them in her hair
though no one saw them…Just her
and the moon streaming in the window.
Alone there with songs to sing
and dreams to dream, she must have thought
this is living — and this is dying.

it had started to rain on the night that she first decided
to make her way onto a graveyard scene for it was none other but Halloween
a black cat pranced passed her view she didn't know what to do
so like a fool she took a risk going into a nearby crypt
features were in her eyes as if a fake disguise
wearing a black dress as if gothic apparel
while inside she wept forgetting the things she missed
suddely a knock came at the door lest it was a bore
a hand was extended toward her back almost giving her a heart attack
for it was the beloved care taker inspecting the situation
before he left Zoe had confessed she needed to be alone in her solace
for their she remained an an hour had passed
this time a figure came toward her with piercing eyes and teeth
grabbing her by the neck and soon she would forget
after making a feast of the fare lady Zoe the figure had left
blood masquerade every where she was no more
police in the early morning were summoned to sort out the great mess
left as if road **** her remains brought none the thrill

all the authories saw was a lone black cat walking back and forth
nothing short of a homicide her fate was sealed
grizzly allegations of a murderer for hire even blamed it on the care taker
but many years latter we all read in the paper
the creature in question was at it again with long hanging fangs that bite
this time it wasn't in the night to fright but in the day
a farmer went out to barrel some hay
the creature went straight for his neck but the farmer said, "What the heck"?
put his pitch fork through the vain beings eyes and to his surprise the creature just died.
Scientists inspected the evidence of the carcus and realized it wasn't from this world
Zoe didn't die in vain she was just out living her life game

shattered glass out on the kitchen floor
picking up the pieces of my past
move away from the silence to a lingering laugh
each of us where's a mask in a disguise in life
careless hearts plunge into the rudimentary plausible negativity
others cherish the existence of things
an impulse to be in the moment
against the wind of strong diversity
we may want to cry on the shoulder of our lover
but why even bother, search for truth in all things

as such from a new born baby how they smile
the strong remembrance of a song from your past
having so much fun with a hope that it would last
until my final breath I will set to use things on my bucket list
places to go by which my heart will pant
the tenderness of a wishful kiss
an unexpected knock on my door lest I implore
a masquerade of a golden head dress
the sparkling array of blissful care through poetry
salt air in your lungs as you plunge to depths in the ocean sound
grab that cookie that me seem far a bit out of reach
little things will mean a lot such as loving your neighbor
another dip of the cone of your favorite ice cream flavor
search for truth in love with all your heart
for you have every right to know

from his childhood dreams
out sitting on his swing
from his mommas tender means
he shed them in his youth while letting loose
as the king would grow he had moments to show
going off in the army being late for curfew
parting is such sweet sorrow my friend
married Lisa Marie in pleasant history
a blend of make believe as he put together Graceland
let the reader understand he had an infinite plan
yet deep inside he hid his feelings until he broke in two
having bitten off far more then he could ever chew
made movies with Ann Margaret was on target
the flings of Jail House rock he was on top
but to his surprise he was in a mix of lies
Elvis had tears throughout the years
at his mommas funeral he couldn't compose himself
then many years had passed having every reason to grasp
the tender message of his voice with a precious choice
Nixon gave him a medal of bearing arms & tabacco
through all his endeavors let us deeply remember
his whispering voice with a choice
1977 was the last time we saw him
he shed a tear to numb his pain
his deep emotions were driving him insane
yet for Elvis sake he soared through the flames
to the king rest nice sweet Mr. Presley we shall see you one day in heaven

who do we seek when the bottom falls out
when you can't even think to dismiss this earthly bliss with a time well spent in thought
such as the razor's edge we release the stern warning toward one another
look out on a crisp Autumn day until the night to the moon
if we be still the peace will resonate through our very being
my soul permeates the very fabric of my existence
out there many miles to stride in our vast universe the earth's moon
there are beams that spray a scent of vast illumination
learn from the ancients those who have gone before us
realize that we may not be the only residents in the vast scheme of things
each of us can scent a plausible quest to under go
to the strong the will increase in the knowledge
therefore gain wisdom and with all thy getting gain understanding

mankind has reached your destined port in the sky
many a scientist has grazed your surface in their vessel
we can learn so much from outer space as we are destined to live and share
each of us is but a vapor by which we are destined to explore
mystical moon beams come down from the sky
give us pause to sing the sweet sound of a lulabye
we often cry to cover up our coriosity
it is for freedoms such as these that we are headed

darkness evokes the very fabric of his frame & gait
a renegade for what he did to Sharon Tate
666
a following with Tex and the rest
what was going on inside his head

the walking dead
tried to blame it on a Beatles song
yet can't you all get along
at first you started out as peace then no relief
to your restless eyes
did it come at any big enough surprise
you were blinded by Satan's lies
Helter Skelter

you were first a song maker playing the guitar
but you didn't go far
falling apart at the seams
evil twisted schemes
you tried to run away from the pigs
those guys with the blue hats that flap
insanity lived inside of thee

yet you chose your drug of misery to set you free
having your choice of women at your disposal
until you got caught on that day
now you locked away
no chance at getting out
now your free to ***** and pout
all your life was a no good mystery
cause you always have something up your sleeve
now I heard you got married perhaps that's just fake news
so long Charley as you sing your jail house blues.

Recalling my grandfather's stories of his youth,
I close my eyes and drift back through time,
to a place that is quiet and mellow

It's a sunny, spring day and I'm running through a field
with the old, winter's dead leaves,
was tired and fell a sleep on my couch
through my lucid dream I was taken away
to a far off place unlike anything I ever encountered

ivy briars marked with the deadened Redwood nearby
thoughts of skulls permeate my fragile egg shelled mind
in the center of my room was a vase red with marked decorum
a scent of a finely mist perfume came forth through the room
where was I but none other then Xanadu

this place was fallen with emblems of satin reflection
scarlet dust marked the sides of the scenary
for I was in mere twilight in my own lost sphere
humbly shed a single tear to help numb the inner pain
outside further their was a stream where the dear pant

heard the cry of the fainted owl in the distance
yet in the quiteness will steal through its resistance
golden bowls with lines drawn through them
shaped glass in its solitude of masked hidden fancy
little fairies were nearby cause I heard their laughter

so I humbled myself amidst this busy dream and awoke
to the vast expanse of the reality of nothing more then solitude.

she drifts to a world of fantasy
the drifting Redwood falls below the surface
alone she sits in her lucid dream
her very soul permeates a reason for being
into a darkened forest with zombie creatures
husks of bitter matter on their being
long viscious fangs that drip blood off side
inside she hides away from its gloom
yet she takes a step into this vast domain
watches a nearby swan in the lake
the is in her a direct correlation between love and hate
some call this fate yet she still seeks for a reason for being

with a hand across her heart she makes a timeless dart onto a barren path
there she can breath in the silence of her own thoughts
next the wolves come across her scent then she runs away
looks back into a vast expanse of eyes piercing through the very fabric of her soul
she screams with intense fervor to futher the moment
then at last there was peace the sun dashes in on her frame
a cause to rejoice as she smiles with the reluctance of immeasurable bliss

through times of suffering we can cope
when you have a fight with the soap on the rope
through many dangers, toil & snares
my heart permeates a lasting fate
to wander through my secret place make no mistake
there I could create with kings and queens and far off places certain traces
life is a mystery fallen apart at the seams
with every test you move up another link
can't even think to dismiss this earthly bliss with a time well spent in thought
write the way you want things to be as in a sweet vested homily
you can all agree that we are never to dwell in the fantasy when in a reality we achieve

you can move mountains through your vast domain
soar as high as the eagle in flight way out of sight
time will increase your productivity toward its longevity
inside of me flows a fresh fountain of love out of heaven above
we can grasp at straws yet stay a hold of the wire toward its blazing desire
some resist its call to compose different endeavors sort of under the weather
yet when we come together we can achieve great success I must clearly confess

Writing is a magical touch you get from deep down inside your heart.
It extends to all the known factors of  your being.
Essentially everyone is gifted with one talent or another just need to tap into it.
It's a fabricated lie that scientist suggest that we use a small portion of our brains.
Yet as we drift further and further away from positivity we maybe in lack
Words can either heal or wound but its a constant up hill climb.
Talent that some people take for granted but as we extend a hand to help others create we will all be richer for it.
As if each of us is a branch attached to a tree we move and breath together.
It is my dear hope that my very soul permeates a lasting message toward the creative arts.

Remember if we all do our part we can lead each other to the true fountain of love.
Basking in the vast expanse of unconditional acceptance.
Write from your heart and you will make a world of difference.
Just some thoughts by which to ponder hope this helps.

is going to take me home
through following the freedom school
free love is all around
the burning of the bras
acid to drop you out
why should we complain, ***** & pout
see you in the inside
came down from the mountain after many years of study
heard a heart cry out as i entered a string of cars on the Santa Monaco Free Way
gone are the days we used to frolic in a haze
today we are as mice stuck in a crazy maze
getting lost in a purple haze
as the sun lays through the vine of my heart
if the sun was meant to shine
if the springs in all its scope were meant to float

Wavy Gravy & the dead what was going on inside their heads
when you get old you leave everything behind
yearbooks & high school romances
ice cubes frozen in time
cardiac dry ice with hard dreams slip viles
the older I get the less I get battered
life now flows though night time boogy's
high school reunions dream in flight
where you now live do you remember these things
old age waits patiently in a new moon

beautiful beyond description in light of illumination
falling head long into a stream with whisper that evoke a taste
my very soul permeates the lavish cadence of a thought
gone our the days I used to frolic in a haze
a challenge to be free is a question of time
each of us should know how to handle their vessel
we treasure our private parts with humble adoration
a soul vex torn illustration

we seek solace as in a song
join hands in the mix can't we all just get along
like the stream we have created idols for our own pleasure
what gets you hard minus the pleasure of the weather
for I'm as light as a feather as in the sandy shore
while your our kicking it with a two bit ***** screaming for more
yet more of what we put that book on the shelf as if were the spitting image of a Keebler elf

you maybe sporting a suit out in the business world
looking very pretty as you paint the city
you may have to call security cause you life is a mystery
you got a ******* so sound the alarm where the ladies are quite fond
dig much deeper then ever before with a willingness to explore so much more
one step at a time you will climb out of the corporate scene to a brand new swing
theres a battle for your mind you see we shall live it out in perfect harmony

back in the day we used to pray
today you say it ought not be that way
back in the past was a blast you see
today I'm as a mouse stuck in a maze
getting stuck inside its cage
when we first met how can I forget about Keith Sweat
those tender years to frolic with those many beers with tears
remember those days hanging out at the village pier
for I shed a single tear to numb the pain
not having you in my arms was driving me insane

sweat came from my head knowing we were off to bed
the next thing I knew she was giving me head
then we frenched and necked with heavy breaths to implode
I stuck my finger in her ***** it was mighty juicy
for me ***** ain't nothing but meat on the bone I'll **** it I'll **** it I'll leave it alone
still I took things further by putting my red hot **** inside her nothing finer
the pushing and groaning had everything going
we took our time in our loved filled swing
onto the ****** with ******* fervor
just don't call me late for dinner
then after I took out a cigarette as we sweat

a candle was lit by the edge of her ***
soft tunes through the room of Barry White keeping the mood on
all that jumping & pumping
left me happy inside with memories to confide
her unique ***** was tender at most
like a seagull getting lost over the coast
for now I'll roll with the punches until we meet again to explore

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it started to rain on the night that we first decided to fly
inside I was a bundle of nerves and then the suspense kicked in
we huddled close behind the many gadgets to explore
little by little we drew momentum to the setting of the sun
life was just like that flight in motion a certain aimed solution
its filled with many test and such
just like Tom Petty sang, "I'm learning to fly, but I ain't got wings

Coming down is the hardest thing".

deep comes onto deep starting from my head down to my feet
one day at a time we you shall climb until at last you make the victory sign
we are living in a world torn up inside without any notion of love

exposed to the elements we then can learn to fly
you just have to give it your best try
such as the uneventful pop fly in the center fielder
features will grow but the challenge is getting greater
each new experience fosters another lapse of a response
learn to take deep breaths inside through the cycle of life amidst its given strife
gravity is in most of society some folks just let it be
stand determined to make it through the finish line and you'll do fine
just like Steve Harvey on the family feud always in a good mood

Tupac Shakur is my heart you can all down play his contributions all you want to me he’s ace. Not only was he an excellent poet but also a rapper with heavy edged material. Tupac walked with his head held high & brought a lot to the table.
Creativity was in his genes Tupac exhibited a high calibur of poems throughout his life.




“Tupac Amaru Shakur, also known by his stage names 2Pac and Makaveli, was an American rapper and actor. Shakur has sold over 75 million records worldwide, making him one of the best-selling music artists of all time. His double disc albums All Eyez on Me and his Greatest Hits are among the best-selling albums in the United States. Shakur is consistently ranked as one of the greatest and most influential rappers of all time, and he has been listed and ranked as one of the greatest artists of any genre by many publications, including Rolling Stone, which ranked him 86th on its list of The 100 Greatest Artists of All Time. On April 7, 2017, Shakur was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.”- Wiki

hit a tender nerve
as if you haven't heard
what a disturbing word
time is on our side by in time
we all want to run away & hide
from the notion of love
springs from help from above
tend to push things under the rug
hearing voices with tender choices
can't even cope with hope
like having a fight with the soap on the rope
yet I'm doing my thing in the evil swing
nothing but a plate of glass
right out on the patio
the weaker you get inflates your ego

a song in silence
a hymn in private
words expressed words unheard
life is but a contest
it's filled with tests I must confess
some are left behind an eight ball
from that of a know it all
but you will know when your number is up
now at a good angle the plate glimmers in the light
never give up on the fight

Let Your Mind Relax

light in visible light never give up on the fight
break through the silence in a pause of a whisper
a heart over flowing through the notion of fate
step aside from your worries and don't be in a hurry
put some soft music on and light a candle
breathe deep into your very soul let the vibration permeate your mind
shadows may block your clear vision yet you are on a mission
look to the sea vibrations are meant to be
the surf going out and coming back in
hold your breath and count to the number ten
there's things that you can do to loosen the mood
let your heart beat toward love out from a higher extreme
we are living in a land so very mean
what is your favorite flavor of ice cream
bask in the vast expanse between space and time
let your face shine within tender moments like these

loosen any inability to let go & smile
it start with one foot at a time
step by step inch by inch you will reach your proper place
call it lavender grace
take a long walk in the woods through a variation in a dream
travel the pathway that is suitable for you
gaze into the sky & be happy
alone again in your thoughts
yet at this time you have a reason for being
start achieving & stop the nose bleeding

sip on my forty one foot on the floor
one, two, three & to the flow
drop this dope joint right
from a young G's perspective
I done need got caped cause my beeper kept beeing
falling back on that ***
no one gets by one a free pass
got to get the people what they want
sure this is a dope joint let me get to the point
there's a **** that burns in Compton Height's
turn out the lights and get your party freak on

smoking fat blunts in the back of the yard
chilling with a spliff
homeboy got the grill cooking hot dogs and hamburgs
as if you haven't heard
turn off the lights and close the doors
playing spades with my forty on ice
this will make you think twice
another chance at which to roll the dice
yesterday was such a simple games we used to play
awe but then let's face it its a little bit easier today
got the bounce to the ounce in the tower of power
homeboy so drunk he needs to takes a shower
why should we worry when the world is in such a hurry
can't even think to dismiss this earthle bliss when there's a dozen of pots in my sink
smoke the chroinc then sip on your favorite tonic

don't have to be perfect cause nobody is
it will take you higher then ever before
lest of course I implore another opened door
got whacked in my knees some folks will disagree
getting this rap game tight as busy as a bee

yet there are voices with choices
life can make you think
through the notion of a sphere
let's its member draw near
for I shed a single tear to numb the inner pain
yet still dig deeper then ever before
a challenge to be free is a quest of time
still we must all come together
a shoulder to cry as your draw nearer
no one thinks hard anymore no one has a voice

to walk along a journey of a path
darkened columns of hue yet nothing new
we have bitten off far more then we could ever chew
running through circles its the totality of the human experience
its in the history of humanity the ghosts
not merely our own personal experiences
It is distinguished from the personal unconscious, which is unique to each human being.
It has a better sense of the self ideal than the ego or conscious self has
Scientists have made studies that we use a small portion of our brains
lest I humbly refrain from the truth explained
maybe its in some twisted ways getting caught in a purple haze

through these spaces
in search of hidden traces
wouldn't you like to be
inside of the life of a bumble bee
what are we willing to achieve
gone are the days getting caught in a haze
your just like a mouse stuck in its maze
yet we must be brave
look at the wanderer
wherever he lays his head is his bed
a face of the walking dead

hitting the road
alone in his head
moments of solace
amidst the inner violence
traveling deeper then ever before
lest I implore
another opened door
he travels alone
he walks with a song
can't everybody get along
through visions of twilight
in a variation to a dream
always tracing memories
through a scene
living in a land so very mean

he then takes a sip of Jimmy Bean
life for him as a wanderer
waiting for a call up a yonder
in his dream he's in a gas chamber
falling apart at the seams
love for him is exchanged for lust
like an old car he sits and rusts
sooner or later
A stereo nor caper
seeking for a reason for being
in the changing of the season
merciful one come take this chip off my shoulder
stop the madness before his heart grows colder
may have to wait until he gets a little older
put your head on his shoulder
as our hearts grow fonder
through the very eyes of a wanderer

feeling sharp as steel
just to let you know the deal
life is in the spinning wheel
outside in the yard
a new day is coming
people get ready
the sun is a rising on every nation
now is a good time to take a break on a long vacation
I treasured a red rose
that was plucked a time before

my very soul permeates sweet lasting love
speaking words of kindness
losing a soul that binds us
there's something about the color red
calming a soul when your feeling bad
searching for the latest trend or fad
It's a whole new world
gazing stars in full bloom
settling your nerves with a tender mood
sought solace in a rose
where as some sweep things
underneath the rug
with love that is inside of me
taking the call onward in society
a reason to be

we so often will quiver
underneath the covers
why do we even bother
in a world in so much trouble
perhaps you'll make my Martini stron like on the double
To grasp at straws
in obeying all those laws
some may claim we are a lost cause

a clearing near a forest
it is their a path we need to tread
walking by tall Willow trees
in the distance squirrels look for acorns
a road turns darke
we shiver in the cold
connlestone walkway along its path
grasping each others hand
let me be the first to help you understand

the just moments after the walk
a sound of silence permeates a flow
there are some things you ought to know
life is filled up with moments such as these
shadows break to the fullness of love
coming from a hand from up above
a mere notion of a mystery soon to discover
again under the covers
Why do we even bother ?

We each must seek to walk our very own walk
Although most getting stuck inside its box
Through the door of hate well learned,
Another tear drop subsides;

For each table has been turned

The interpretation of a dream,
She was living on a wing and a prayer
Other matters of the heart may have caused dispare
Through shadows in her head;

A cause of panic feelings of dread,
The interpretation of a dream;
Out of mere madness sprung its inner silence
As in caged barbaric schemes...

Through a base of triumph shadows felt its gear toward silence,

The interpretation of a dream

Fought back its silence from within.