when the tales awake

where would you go to escape if the fairy books awoke ?
would you run into a galaxy of mazes and stars
and colors so beautiful that only the most innocent could tell of ?
would you hide in a room with only the cowardly and then form together...

in all your fear and make a mountain ?
would you stay and play beautiful music and tell melancholy tales
for Robin & Marion
and the other outlaws ?

would you leap into a thousand kisses
or float into eternity ?
would you laugh in the courtyards of queens and dance
to the maiden's

songs of unicorns and dragons ?
or would you play games with all the children of
the unknown fairy tales
and guide Mili and be her angel ?

would you laugh and cry
with the winds
and fly away with the swans ?

A Portrait Of Grace

a light brush attribute on the painted canvas
look onto the field
return to the canvas
this time with a new discovery
colors of red, white & green
living in a world so very mean

we staked are claim on the scope of life
amidst the bitter turmoil & strife
life a decorated canvas to appeal
a portraint of grace
spread abroad on my Peyton Place
as cold hearts that are etched in stone

back to the canvas and as never before
hence the vast opened door by which to explore
a splash of black to read between the lines
last time i checked everything was fine
created and crafted by a great design

filter through the sun as it radiates on my face
it begins to permeate those who are dull in faith
at last the living portrait is done
or has it just begun ?

Signal the phone fare from home...

Savor the shower cool as the wire
Shadows the plot thinking a lot;

lone rivers to each run
the cascading falls to rivers edge,

1984
a shadow escape to grab the bait
through barrren sky a slight lulabye

People swing open chards of food to display;
love is the condition to let things go
parade through the historic swing
silence is some what a virtue,

comedy stuck inside of me
George Orwell spins to turn
right to the edge of time
brace for the opinion
shallow pool of gold

1984
my stomach swell
engaged on puree hell
follow faces to cling to gold
spreading beat the news
credit launched to case...

ten comes rumble is it any wonder
fasten the window pane in the utter insant
below is the outer court jester in the fixture
fasten the applause to bleed no hanging shade

you have reached the desrt smile still to know all the great while
sadness begins wth a spotted port all to weak
you stand helpless in between
come closer to me

there is enough shaded Pine grafted from its design
in pillage to vain all ports
you got me on solitude through the duration of time
to summon the Willow all is at gas

taking a turn for the worst heavy hearse
longing for the variation of time swans do shine
why you wallow in the outer banks
searching for a harness caused by fate

I exist as a song can't we all get along
the rattle snake has called it fate
love the Willow as does gone before
there are hero's in the sunset dashed to the door

make me bleed below the trees rivers bleed
shade of pine created by a historic design
I'm a fixture caught in time

Explosion Of The Mind
go Timber Lady...

It is raining again.
Summer will be over
before it ever gets here
Thunder rolls far away,
drops hit the windshield,
the sky turns grey

The Sunflower,
the blue Delphinium,
the white Stinkwood
drink the moisture greedily.

The green and silver leaves
of the Aspen’s sparkle
as the rain hits them,
and the wind turns them
round and round
The creek flows on,
oblivious to the change in the weather.

A break in the clouds
allows a bit of sun to hit the side
of a towering mountain
Three cows slowly wend their way homeward.
It is dusk.
The grey clouds lift and the sun bursts through,

before sliding behind the hills for the night
It is God’s World.
He gives it to us to enjoy and to share with each other

Biko came down from heaven
brought a message from Jesus to impart

the sun comes up every morning in full view of the day
one must be humble enough to bow the knee to pray

I'm a messenger from the most high God
as a beacon of like to a hurting world in need of love

Harken onto me dear woodsmen in your strife
I'll draw waters from heaven for you to quench your thirst

for I was hear with the Timber Wolf basking in nature's sway
fill my beak with fallen residue that fall from ivy dew

Come bask in the vast expanse between space & time
we are all chosen for a purpose from a grand design

we make plans the break plans
do we give up ?
it all depends upon the creature or the creator
there are those drifing in a sea of the make believe
lost in the sauce of compromise
can't we see past those twisted lies
they are blinded by sight
you may claim that is your right
still at the funeral parlor you will then discover
there isn't a uhaul that follows its procession
you got me second guessing
the opposite of faith is sight
getting lost in the night
with long hanging fangs that bite
shadows block your squeeky wheel
claiming its no bid deal
getting stuck as second fiddle in the middle
they can't help you cause they can't help themselves
perhaps you want to put that book right back on the shelf
so you exist as a vain Keebler elf
Satan has blinded you from the real trip
I equate it as being left on the raft near the shore
all of a sudden the tide breaks out and your out in the ocean
Satan brands his lies with a real dark brew of magic lotion
then you realize how to i get here
it was your choice to live by sight
in the end who will be your friend the one whom you can depend

The Passion Of The Christ

out of breath,
to pass every test
A beacon of light
stand firm through the fight

shouts to proclaim
not having her in my arms is driving me insane;
shades of grey, black & blue
what more are we to do

shallow peak the sneak wink
sing the resurection hymn,
love is for certain stand past the curtain
blood out on the patio

which way do we go ?
See Mary weeping beside the tomb
the voice goes past the years in tender gears
so often with fashion means;

honor, blessing & praise
Death is dead Christ has won
love in a one way street
Another wind in the storm

Cursed the very day you been born
not since th likes of Lena Horne
burning rubble cancel the double
oh that rugid cross my salvation;

A love that will not let me go
the soft sandal feet
a frig although sunken deep
love in thought as well as deed

The sun takes charge fullest crown
below the brazen hero smile

they think they know
but its far more then that
they think they strive
among the impossible links

taking each stride
I wonder what happened to Molech
we were here before
the mystery unfolds

a glow from a worm
its often hard to discern
to be a bird
upon a wire

the taunt of the remedy
Joplin's finest
the exquisite foretaste
amidst its calamity

come with me through the barren sea
the sea of grown mockery
through the leaves
a doorbell rings

a trophy for the winner
stay and wait for dinner
a passenger or the driver
you act like a Magive

why does on equate logic with fear
all draw near
lend me an ear
the soft linguistic cheerr

The day springs hope a new
shelter through the flames of resistance
although tempted I remain strong
in my dreams I plea
nearer my God to thee
through the weight of resistance
under every circumstance

to stand tall in the twilight of the hour
keep me safe through waking thoughts
out of my stormy grief thy parting ways
through comfort and love left exposed

For I thought she had loved me
But I was wrong
Wandering the desert of emotions I had to be strong
She had first loved me so I thought
In time she changed her tune
For it was in the late month of June she
Said that we were through
I really didn't know what to do
So I turned to vice filled with liquor
Which made me feel much bitter
I kept calling her home and hanging up
We spent such good times together
But it was all an illusion
So I decided to get a tattoo
Finally I hit rock bottom
Recommitted myself to the Lord
Spent time & prayed
It finally found what I was searching for
For the nightmare was all over
But I still long for a girl
To put her head on my shoulder
Will have to wait until I get a little bit older

I'm on fire busting out from the flames used to be a city kid in the hood
pulling my own like a dog without its bone you got me thinking alone
vibrations to the temptations through the doorways in my mind
the streets are uneasy the wine is just fine getting me from behind
got me in the zone while I'm watching the classic epic, "Home Alone".

Beggars can't be choosers rap isn't for loosers keep ya head up G
they got their guns trying to have a bit of fun you know what I'm saying sun
many years ago let the truth be told there was a different episode to unfold
both Army & Navy take home the gravey but friends like to change the story
so why should we worry in a world in such a hurry bury me beneath the breeze

got hustlers pimping their ride young G in the hood up to no good
hearing the rap songs being played getting groovy in the shade
but this homeboy better act his age carry on in a rage
out in the street where peeps do meet having fun with their stereo lights
the are voices with choices like a bun in the oven sitting with my kissing cousins

they say it's crazy when I get a bit lazy and my nod is a bit hazy
falling apart at the seams eating delicious ice cream

**** Head
The **** led off a perk
lead through the comfort of the home all alone
my inside phrase is clear
want to shed a single tear
led through a sparkle in your hair
shade of grass...

there he moveth sprinkled magic dust in mirror
in the street below the Chinese verb;
clear spear in the notion of bad breath
love...love me do,

**** head, followed in the dinner close to french a way of mission
Chinese man now old peed on the wall
move to stand up ten feet tall
sharp to whisper sorrow down the middle

**** head..***** the canopy in what its worth
**** head...law a hold of a ****** smile
**** head....cruise by the miracle mile
**** head.....compare the window

Falling

Falling in the dust on the ground
A way to explain with hip hop beats in my brain

Staying up late at night just chilling with a flame
This is a roll up so what's the hold up

A fly by night explosion with a tear in my eye
Does this come at a big enough surprise

Born in the hood doing no good
Washing dishes for a living

No more remorse nor any forgiving
All my home boys in the street

I sprang a brand new leak
A tender moment like a rose

Up your nose with a rubber hose
Sugar is sweet like a scent of the honey

Getting you broke with no more money
Skipping jump rope playing spades



Having it made in the shade
Act you age

We only go this way once so we must be proud
Having a nine to your head wake up late falling dead

Success in life is very sweet and appealing to the eye
A quaint way to greet a passerby

Still I'm falling but I can't get up
I a world torn with violence what's the hold up

Shallow lies no surprise must we fall prey to those wicked lies

Unmerited favor from God
Perhaps you want another ice cream flavor
For by grace are you saved through faith
Giving you something you don't eve deserve
A love that will not let me go
You make a mistake and we all do
Later you think you are all through
But you pray & repent
God exchanges your filthy rags for his riches
It's a lot like washing your ***** dishes
God's love for you is the great
eternal constant amidst all the inconsistencies of your daily walk with him
He came to open our heart to turn us from Satan onto God
that we may have forgiveness of sins
and inheritance among us which is sanctified by grace that is within us
Look we all stuble through the word which has been spoken
It's truly a gift from God to you
Love is the true essence of his existence
A surprise of a sparkling array of care
To let you know that God is always there

Barren Leaves Coast To Cleave
shallow..
shallow peak
hesitant on a kiss
hero in the mist
chase back the fever with a smile
still to know all the great while
love was king
chase

Lover Script
heightened barbed wire fence...
take so long to maker a dent
good cause to vent the rent
oceanic pier
I draw the beard
everything was huge
Rose, the equipment in the course
lover is the exciting and new
come aboard we are expecting something new
love in the mercury still will agree
challenge to degree

a bat and ball
a certain way to stand tall
ignition within a conversation
pierced as the renegade blown together

appreciate the system,
walk away to me while you bleed
certain to be caught
from here to eternity back

safe in my chest you see
lift the soap so far
try avoiding the light on the car
look to the east...

I'm naked underneath these clothes I wear
I'm cold and in need of a blanket
I walked down the street to where I was grown
saw the Mickey Mouse Rock & Louisa May Alcott stone
I stood on the porch where once I smoked some grass
reflected on my past

at a clear glance the pillow where I masturbated with
*** is not love its a lie from Satan
mother making breakfast frying the bacon
listening to Steve Miller & I was late for dinner
little frogs little girls with hairs in curls
making forts in the woods
poison ivy up to no good

Beer caps the trace of Goldi Locks
ice cream man while working on my tan
little voices with brand new choices
the bargain basement blues not to mention Huey Lewis & The News
standing tall at the mall with beer can in hand by the graveyard
stop at G-Fox stuck elevator making out with my girl
hearts unfurled the struggle of the heart

acne and those hair cut blues
shaped through my dreams my pretty child choose the day the night is far too spent
throwing an M-80 under a garbage can hood up to no good
little pizzas the Yankees watching little House On The Prairie
high school dances with new romances flirting with fire
gym shorts squirt of *** on the side wanted to run away to hide
the hallways the door bell rings someone holding my wedding ring

cold pizza on Saturdays blues
got a brand new pair of shoes
cold hearts that bleed
he was caring for my every need
one heart to cling
the fat lady sings

Dig Deeper
stand still & repeat her
Cherrios on a Willow straw
It's a matter of trust
we look at the traverse thought;
sought after dial from the newly elected trial
coo the flight to with hold
pardon me the way to explode
challenge to be free is a question of time;

Love is in sure fire gear from beyond
place the hidden spoil
a hidden wall decor...

love in the first degree
the awe sorrowful sleeve

madness
fathom its logic
tragedy
we soften its blow
to covet the vital entry for progress
dauntless
in such a private view
fangs that bite dripping blood off side
my vital organs exploded to migrant **** feces
putrified skulls
a backlash of death's door paradox
lost in the sauce of sullen brevity
to unleash earth's gravity
we hide behind pillars that scream

love has taken a back seat for temporal lust
a push unkind surface for the blind
we carry on as if we know
yet we are lost
a newer way in which to begin again
to close of door on all that will last
no one gets by on any free pass
you broke the needle and the damage is done
run baby run

Signs them signs every where you look there's signs inside my mind
outside my window taking you places you need to take a hold of don't you see
like renting a car down by the nearby bar when you had far too much to drink
places that you need to grow fond of beide the lavender hue beside the sea

Draw close to me this minute we both can fondly agree come sit next to me
the drawn out smoke from the make believe begun the fence where grass is green
Temptress came clean by the parting fenced forth machine in the land of make believe
The castle so far away has suddenly been drawn forth near having shed a tear

barricades of rainbows cascadig onto putting space in the wallowing chance to....
there can be danger up ahead the frequent fall out from the dead ring the bell from head
chemistry mix mash make believe fallen soldiers eating ice cream let out a scream
can you picture this dig if you will a courtyard oceans of violets of blue

mark the one who is willing to explore from the case onto so much more
pure Lenox tapestry much nice for two in dinner you see;
casuality across the ancient catastrophe

through fingers both willing to achieve,
through the chord of Page & Plant...
is it out of pure coicidence,
shower to lay a hold of the sign

Signs, signs & everywhere is signs...
taste the Nectar as it grows
Hearken onto remote control people all around
pray tell help me in cosmic make believe

the desert was vast without water to quench for thirst now first things first
lay awake at the silver post become more alert drink plenty of liquids so neat
today is often yesterday played thought of feathers as if Spock amazed...,
the bowling ball the certain pulse of a good mans regard to over react
simple time...

ignore those lies
paralyzed between the lines;
together as we should share a secret hence forever
live through Pine Combs bumped through her crazy eyes
trim the roots to cover the intention to host the pain

ready to understand mostly anything
these are the times that try men's soul a summer socialite and winter torn element
bizarre legs spread into the vast domain,
close emory for one to believe rolling thunder waves in the sand
lest you forget to understand

we had P.E. together all years
turn on your web cam
buttered toast, a pig to roast
Hunting what ?
scavenger opening
something extra spell with clothes
security holds a full dressed car
winning group faces that fountain next year...,
brevity.. Elvis sits next to me
each shallow peak

Eat rye toast
an eagle soaring on the coast
yoga pants given time to relax
shadows post..
Rye Toast

Miracle Trust

begun the moment you were born
hug their momernt you end up dead
each memory we share one word of care
below to answer their bell

he was unable to go far
without any sonar
while below stars
he looked up and said “h-llo mars”
as he held onto a crowbar
while walking past a sign that said mopar
he knew that everybody had their own scars
after a change in rhetoric
he would never quit
for the heck of it
after he got a better grip
during every trek and trip
no matter how harshly the weather hit
in this planet
he was thankful for the wisdom granted
and moved systematic
as he turned on every single switch of static
from a room inside a hidden attic
he had a sudden vision which was graphic
it was disturbing
but the first thing
he did was change his wording
then he continued searching
and working
as an earthling
with efforts focused on conserving
because it was sterling

Some days my flames are hot and other days so cold
I look out my window of hope
foster cobblestones and ancient trolls
hobbits with an eye for laughter
prepared for the great here after
some days i falter
to come up with a solution
the dream police issue me a citation for noise pollution
their are some things in my attic so i better clean it
from the cobblestone onto a barbed wire fence
faces in a trance
one heart to hold a hand to mold
solitarity
in the city folks getting busy
charm you most

find a sacred place
before a sustaining & reverent God
confess those things to God
asking for his grace & forgiveness
continue to be faithful
God will restore to you his glory
complete, confirm & establish
meditate

grace is receiving something you don't deserve
meditate on how you will respond to him
you will suffer for a little while
light momentary afflictions
pray to let God see your darkest moment as being light
stay their for a moment
visualize your darkness moment of suffering
see it their one moment then now see it gone
light, momentary & light afflictions

as I face trials that produce sufferings give me hope in you
open your eyes and get comfortable
strength in the midst of pain

cold like hope-
when my hope turned to white,
it was frozen into a fine statue,
molded on a boundless iceberg,
huge, heavy, but afloat
A deer madly ran to chase the sun;
faster and faster like fire
raging across the land,
hungry and thirsty she ran,
straining ever faster
until her blood froze
and crashed on the land,
her body cold like hope,
her horns spread life fire
the statue solidifies the last gesture of flying

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

sheltered through the breeze crushed upon the leaves
in midnight hour with pulse through the flame in moments of grandeur
sharpen your arrows to calm the breeze nestled to your knees
cultivated with a smile to know all the great while
a helmet for the passing fawn the bear from its nap with a yawn
in columns of portals sprinkled dust in the wind
the habitation of a needle visible through the shadows

remember me in times like these
through the training of the leaves taunt the moment
an explosion until sunset the bill of sale

Thoughts

The little girl has thoughts to ponder
At the close of another day
Troubled thoughts of highs and lows
Old thoughts webbed with decay

Some thoughts are ones profound-
Hard to understand and cope
Others... foggy, hazy thoughts...
Thick as if viewed through suds of soap

Troubling thoughts are now colorless-
Dwindling in the mind as she plays
These taughting thoughts tease no more
For Christ's spirit bids them away beyond the door of reality !

Hollywood *****
brief nugget
you just will shove
we are late to tumble over
crack a new dial terrific
twisted

you here the billboards scream
kiss of death with who we trust
ladder to success
faint of heart by whom dismiss

the solid truth
Hollywood charm
living on the edge
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
a word to the wise

inside we collide
collect the viral squeeze
***** wine with cheese
barricade folks set through the age

we could dismiss this earthly bliss in a time well spent in thought
skull bones with viscous fangs that bite dripping blood off side
eyes with spots having holes
let's escape to a darkened world below
fires of screams of the ****** in Hell
sorrowful tears flowing off peoples faces
Satan in the center doing his bidding
it gets a bit heavy when your feet can't stand steady
molten rocks with blackened stench of fumes
fire with blazing eyes that pierce your soul

weeping, wailing & gnashing of teeth
the bowels of the unconscious yet very conscious
piercing skulls with worms the smell of stench
swirling circles of grey tubes in elusive form
the darkened briars of sewage
can't breath can't catch your breath
rocks that explode before your face with demons that hook
grab a hold of your flesh tightly with screams
throbbing pulsating heavy beats of dire madness
the explosion of black extremities on the impulse of your soul
666
charcoal urination on your face hands & wrist
exploding into a dungeon of ****** fervor
your mind has erupted into ever increasing doom
no escape no exit
no chance at heaven for you are forever locked in Hell

How Beautiful Is Thee

How sweet thy name
I speak it and your voice calls
I hear wonderful whispers from your lips
Followed by the smile bestowed upon your face

How beautiful is thee...
When you cry, a tear strikes my eye
When you laugh I roll in it
How beautiful is thee....

When you gaze at me
I feel alive
When you touch me with your tenderness
I feel alive

How beautiful is thee..
What magic do you possess
How do you spark the fire
That holds me within

What do you see in me
How beautiful is thee...

clouds & chipmunks
underneath it all we are after the same thing
poetry..the stuff deep inside of me
burning in anguish frozen ***
closet breath with mothball scent
here I hide between the frozen chew
look at my elbow parked outside my window
order form...
look at the magazine soft **** inside
the billows be your guide
soft hand to speak
stand still & repeat
Led Zepplin song remains the same
a grocery date with Stop & Shop's,"Marty"...
a token of well gestures
*** Wee Hermon jerking off in the bathroom
although widows peak summoned to the barn door swing
minutes to breath with *** on the beach
God is still in my heart through a latent guide
thoughts of underware..
come as good as it gets..
Major Jackson & Louise Gluck,
spring down with action
pillows with cashmere attire;
I sip on the magic potion
away from the casino tight token
breath in the sweet tense,
John Ashbery dead at 90
a slight riddle in the sand verticle
a double work slight of hand...
Rooster gay friend
he will be missed in another pardon kiss
people, faces & traces
There are bridges to be burned
which turn another page.
Form each circle
cast your bread upon the water,
It will return in measure and method unexpected
Yielding treasure.
There is energy to be stored
and
Experiences to be reviewed
Days of cheese and laughter
ponies
and that transient beauty that permeates the soul.
There is laughter paying homage to the memories
and the loss
which sneak up on me as I turn
to retrace
steps half remembered as my eyes
seek the bridge
now ashes
that separate me
from
my
grief.

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

Compassion is for the ***** it makes me kind of dizzy
as I go full throttle like a baby shakes its rattle
got the switch blade in some blind brigade
better off acting your age
You say your pulling your own but you can't keep a clean home
burning up the blazing fire in its vested purest of desire
**** it up & be a man
like trying to fry bacon in the pan
its the bounce of the ounce in the hour of power
don't forget to take your cold shower
its the reason for being in the changing of the season
they can't help you cause they can't even help themseves
there brains are more selfish then the Keebler elf
still your holding your own a long way from home

**** it up and be a man
when will society live to understand
you can't keep sticking it to the man
got to take strides lightly cause ******* wanna bight me
drifting alone among the streets getting Tommy Hawk sweet
there's brdges we need to cross
this is no tragic loss
just leave it before you get deceived from it
most people today don't give a ****
it's a me mentality and forget about your neighborhood brother
is it any wonder we got too much time on our hands
when will we ever live to understand
in painted places with flirting faces leaving behind without a traces
still your just a number you over weight lover from another mother type of brother

sifting through a new episode let the truth be told
man I'm getting too fat & old
society today is very cold
but you will do as you are told
until the very rights to you are sold
blackened stench with a smell of death
viscous fangs that bite in the night dripping blood of side
got your nine in your pocket so come out blasting
some folks think that your over reacting
but who are they anyway
all is a will for power nothing score
for I exist as a vapor nothing more
**** it up and be a man
we fight, **** & war
******* screaming for more
testing, resting & confessing
leave you all second guessing
yet this world is not are home
got to go out where the buffalo roam

Happy New Year everyone! Great opportunity to move forward with a new heart, mind, and attitude; full of forgiveness and holding no grudges. We all need to take inventory of our own faults and owe up to them. Apologize if we've offended and extend grace where needed. Enter a new season of freedom with a clean bill of emotional and spiritual health. May the God of all peace give us wisdom concerning this. Stay close to Jesus in 2019!

alone I sit at your doorstep until noon then I have to retire for the evening with sweat
torn inside really not knowing where to turn next I still end up to reflect upon the day
out of every circumstance let's learn to take a part in the dance a chance at romance
to embark on the moment chosen in time to reflect upon the past with a reason to grasp
chivalry isn't a city built upon you and me it's the in tuned harmony to a hidden beasts menagerie,

Each one of us should reflect upon our past to tell us of our future inside we climb
one step at a time for the furtherance of the good message of hope caught up in time
learn from your past mistakes call it fate to reclaim the moment sought in solace
its truly incredible that even Leonard Cohen sought his way by his portrayal in Suzanne
the moder man seeks for exploits deep inside they hide behind a shell yet ready to tell

Love is surreal another given chance at life's spinning wheel with a heart that's real
look deep inside to the mere notion of love even if the battle is so very long
learn to stomach the pain of each circumstance all to take part in the dance
really need to meditate on the truth in order to withstand the true test of time
look at your neighbor with a flower in their hair discover further the simplicity

Gone are the days I used to frolic in a haze today I'm as a mouse stuck in its maze
be brave young soldier on the battlefield of life it will make you think about things twice
the roll of the dice in the roar of the thunder hence the vast opened door to explore
One may equate logic with fear for I shed a tear to help numb the inner pain

look at...

clouds & chipmunks
underneath it all we are after the same thing
poetry..the stuff deep inside of me
burning in anguish frozen ***
closet breath with mothball scent
here I hide between the frozen chew
look at my elbow parked outside my window
order form...

look at the magazine soft **** inside
the billows be your guide
soft hand to speak
stand still & repeat
Led Zepplin song remains the same
a grocery date with Stop & Shop's,"Marty"...

a token of well gestures
*** Wee Hermon jerking off in the bathroom
although widows peak summoned to the barn door swing
minutes to breath with *** on the beach

God is still in my heart through a latent guide
thoughts of underware..
come as good as it gets..
Major Jackson & Louise Gluck,
spring down with action
pillows with cashmere attire;
I sip on the magic potion
away from the casino tight token
breath in the sweet tense,

John Ashbery dead at 90
a slight riddle in the sand verticle
a double work slight of hand...
Rooster gay friend
he will be missed in another pardon kiss
people, faces & traces

limitless encounter through the toilet flush
Mr. Mojo Rising to the rescue;
An entrance to bare weight to enter in
love is the essence of one's existence
the entrance of the good brings about the bad
below it's the belly of the beast
shadows break on a fountain new age
Billows pierced through the skin,
A new day shine within a greater design
Can you picture what we shall be
Shadows break the new days dawn
the gift the giver sought to yawn
down with the fixture of his smile
shadows break again children with a smile
sit the day again through the comfort of Gin
pillows quake we were in this house you got comfort
have you seen the accident outside
through comfort which place to enjoy
quake through the mid stream cause
bow the knee to pray

pilgrims don't let me die in an automobile
chance with the clouds that fly
bring Ms. Shelter through it's caged width fear
open a little shop have a big green grass hopper out their
pillars, cage & fear
listen before you stop the car I'm getting out
look there's someone coming and nothing to do about it
one wave comes through a lend scope;
hero's welcome through the guard
closer
close to her
love sequence gun
shelter lies dormant it's beckoning smile
still to know all the great while,
shelter, love & gun
spring love to run...

Enter Stage Left
go inside it's human way to pride
thank God I'm alive
shelter through the storm
curse the day you were actually born
save through the pillow while you sleep
take another peek

salvation is in the hand of God
shelter lies dormant onto it's beckoning plow

There's a inner world that can remain hidden from public eyes; sometimes so well, we can hide it from ourselves. The fear of rejection, anxiety of direction life takes us. I would just tweak the second line : defenses picks (double plural) should read defense picks.

Servant Sir Hollywood

together we mince with each other between
the thimble touch by which we to swing
loking forword from the delight that people scream
haunted by the ambiance far from within

a breakfast sandwich to curtail the again
we are the host to remain strong to suffering
engaging in the triumph with a whole host of bread
prepare for nasty weather keep things clean

Hollywood is for those who search to clean
the ambiance to believe this much we sing
take a hold of the frost when in frozen mix
gone are the days we search from within to see

love is a flow onto another episode below
we are here in velvet care plead to suffer
the chairs and tables cover this much we discover
a naked billlboard in the west ahead off the coast

reaching fragand honey vent good cause to vent
stand amidst the circle covered the wheel chair
tired..,weak & barren
nestled to the weary

today they stuck a fork in
my tender rose
to bruise the soul
equate logic for fear
I shed a tear to numb its pain
shaped back a dream to its ******
it came out negative,

brandished as a rose left comforted on the floor
to try to even the score
the duration of the surgery was painless

sit next to the cardboard cut out so much to see living out my charmed legacy
search for the truth with all your heart to give a brand new start you see
as good as it is done from kingdom to come we rush to trim the lawn
burned with the passion by which you have turned a miracle abode

Sometime I can't hold it so out my fly goes through ***
a loving cure marked by memory
shattered dreams falling apart at the seam
work for the truth with all your heart to make a brand new start

sought through a charm to please sudden by the breeze

start the the longing search through the trees below the breeze excuse me
***..The Awakening set apart at the circle breeze
wandering, ever vigilant time to please
scattered through the leaves

just couldn't help it so I peed in the sink can't control my cheeks
cloned in circulation cut from you and me,
the service man with his poppie seed
calmly, cool and collective

pressure in the getting you got here
brown, green and ting of Cherry wine
set abroad a tender vine

up on the big top step
the pass;
choose that sweet meloday
listen to the noise
finest, exquisite & concept
cottom candy
share with others
twister that sorry that I missed her
aclaim to bargain a few
sweet nectar so sorry that I missed her


lavish crisp blue eyes
come at a newer surprise
look to the visible
a lawyer fell from the sky
pop corn & candy
everything is quite dandy
get ready to rumble
slip and slide
not anything to hide

game in the meal
on a spot vent taste of veal
on a hay day
spark your time alone
it's a big enough story
dishing out soup cause the common man was hungry
cheli bent to you
teach the willingness
throughout the wilderness
luckily in a beem
social be wanna see
chock after a wilful dream
trapped from the body

love & spoonful to the end
given life in a positive clean
closset kingdom
with words that crumble
far from belief chorus
to pledge to more request
day after day with more respect
I'm a big kid now
cherish a red old rose
that was picked a time before

Looking out my window
As the icicles hung from the roof,

The sun melted the water from them
And as each drop fell to the ground,

I remembered the tears that fell from my eyes
Every time we fought and you went away

The drops from the icicles froze
once the sun went away

Never to fall again;
Unlike the tears which still fall from my eyes

Because you went away with the sun
Never to return

BUST UP THE BEAT TO INTRODUCE IT'S TEMPO

GOT ME PLACES TO GO

SILENCE IS GOLDEN GOT BLOOD THAT"S UNFOLDING

SITS IN HIS IVORY TOWER ENGAGED IN THE WALL WHILE HE SITS IN HIS IVORY TOWER

TRUMP SMELLS B.O.

I know years to know used to being with your history

eager long to achieve

needs to take a nice hot shower

going down to the wire...,

got choices with the most chances highway glances

glad he switch his Depends tyed beauty within,

another one bites the dust with the whole world in a rush

doing cart wheels out in the mood a sought of time to renew

Trump Smells B.O. which way should we go ?

some are in a trance

a given chance at any romance

Pac sought love through concrete

on again out again cry for relief

Can We Talk ?

hit a sister mister said to high ******,

SONG REMAINS THE SAME SOUGHT EVEN SHADE

LOVE FAXED IN WHERE IT IS WE DEPEND

YOU GOT TO KNOW WHERE YOU ARE iNSTEAD YOU HIDE LIKE ROSANNE BARR

NEEDS TO STOP BY INSTEAD OF GETTING HIGH

VAPE

with heightened fresh tender moments like these drift away to the sea...

suffering long in an empty room my pain drifts in illusive rights become pure

day by day we hear the sound of a lonely owl out in desperation my stomach leaks

cheer up good cousin as the thoughts simmer again back from beyond cracking,

this is enough of a good spot gross way back sat the owl in fact through radio

Trump Smells B.O. button down the captors embrace the hellos

Trump Smells B.O.

I'm bust out the beat to increase the tempo...,

Silently in the dreams eating delicious ice cream,

I maybe a man of all mans,

P.U.

in the port of storm we call commercial radiating plugged in seperation,

fine darling pillars the growth of here after old man sit by the log cabin

at night he would take a *** outside his window taking heed to nature's dream

the owl would suddenly draw empty nothing but framed silence in togetherness

our cameras freshly made eating potato dumplings...

I aim human fresh under my wings,

look to the sun to help you get by...




Trump's Comb Over
Written by: Mario Vitale



well it's a one for the money
two for the show
the answer my friend is blowing in the wind
so is Trump's comb over

who tucks Mr. president into bed
do the not realize he has a big head
who takes care of his hair
caged fury

in such a hurry
the magic is in the pudding
does he know what hell he his doing
he jumps through loop holes looking through peep holes

TMZ catches his rug by disguise
one word to the wise
get a transplant my friend
we can see your head with the magical wave

oh act your age
Mr. Trump what ****
you have taken us by surprise
doesn't anybody realize



What **** Trump
Written by: Mario Vitale


you sit in your ivory tower
why should I even bother
your the man who said your fire
had a book art of the deal
your spinning wheel is getting to fast
lay up on the gas many in North Korea will be wearing a face mask
what **** Trump knocking at your door
are you in the theatre of the insane
lest I refrain another opened door
check this as a young child you were already loaded
your inner soul imploded
through the duration of time you learned how to rhyme
kind of a Robin Hood but you wouldn't share with the poor
you got hooked on Twitter & your hommie's none better
but always a gentleman never given the *******
still many of us hate your guts
still got lots to prove
others refrain just not in a good mood
you may have to do a make over
with your hair as in a comb over
yet you try to stand tall while working on this great wall
we maybe in store of a shot gun wedding
what are you kidding
what **** Trump maybe coming to a theatre near you
has he bitten off far more then he could chew
Ivanka still has a voice with a choice
try to pull things together if you try
we we're out busy living the lie
the lie that says I am what I do
still got to mend your ways
instead of getting lost in some purple haze
you & Pence look like the Blues Brother Reunion
are you sure you know what the hell your doing ?
perhaps you got junk in your trunk what **** Trump ?



A Letter To Trump


you don't know me & that's good
is your choice of water Fiji now
going to speak to you man to man
Mr. Trump do you really understand
when you took the oath of all that was planned
did you ever think about me a lone poet man of society
as you sit there in your in ivory tower filled with power
did it ever cross your mind that not everybody is doing fine
sure there's no gas shortages anymore and no Studio 54
yet what my inner heart beats for is a common courtesy call
remember when you were young playing with the bat and ball
some folks claim that your just a know it all
but here am i sir giving you the benefit of the doubt while some people just  and pout
sure you like Twitter and some of MTV but one one heart felt plea
is that we all live out our days in sweet harmony
while your working on that wall did you forget to give Pink Floyd a call
I no save your money for your momma and try to forget about Obama
but what are you promising us is it in God we trust
crushed beneath the seams do you just seek out evil means
that's the beauty of this country we can both agree to disagree


where does the working man now stand
how shall we salute the flag all mad
building bridges make sense of all of this as if life is one big test
So Mr. Trump what you have up your sleeve are you going to help people in great need
The world is watching and i'm not lying yet may have fish for frying
so without further a dew some days you must not a single clue
maybe going through the motions trying to figure out next of what to do
can we meet together on some significant level
these are questions i often ponder perhaps its some heavenly call from up yonder
but we as Americans need to know the full story
not taking any more *** shot from TMZ
try if you will to get that big kid out of North Korea
perhaps we should look to our past to tell us of our future
now you hold the keys to my future so both polite and kind
for i'm just one lone beggar trying to tell another where to get some bread
tonight before you lay your Trump head down let's learn from Rodney King, "Can't we all just get along"?
take it from me its best to stay with the devil you know then to go with the devil you don't.
perhaps you can't even cope when your having a fight with that soap on the rope.
lastly from me to you what's knew ?

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