Born Again

dig deep stand still  repeat those under the sheets you beg to sleep
in a land filled with molten peace shadows run to deep your goal
It's only me in my glazed toned harmony hide the oportunistic leap,
was given a choice from heaven up above filled with loved turn over
beacon of light to the turning word to the solution left unrealistic
legal zoom left with a coffee *** in your hand when to understand

cherish the most lessons to help what's most agree,
turning tables shampoo related eager cemented
good cause for reflection left twisting
Born Again

I'm commisioned by God to tell a tale with no further avail
long in the dust of man their stood a reason for being sought after the chosen

there were days of piercing hearts through the distant of two worlds apart
as a decorated mast we walk humbly threw the flames

the course that we are heading in spinning like a top
shadows block my mere reflection to what I was looking for

the dust grew into a heightened figure in twilight left below its disease
we grew reluctant in functioning through the cemetery

dark figures would loom in the glow of each cadence in thought
the value of each purses constructs a pryamid in my head

a complex entry to the inner circle left faltering in such a hurry
the days left in amazement with a time well spent in thought

enter the God man with his glow there's some things you ought to know
skulls and crossbone a man sitting hungry at the end of the street

there are some moments in twilight God must take you through best to be warm & respectful
crossing the alley with a man peeing

the ****** of a shield on guard after the peril of sorts

The Plane The Plane Boss

kept at each venture we spill the twinkle
keep on searching...I'm still learning;
pillows still plush some grey to lay my head
pitch the blow ego degree;

spill words the traffic effect close
Tatoo..Tatoo

clever in Fantasy Island
brave clevor the tide
cross the immense ticket of shade a pull

for I long to be thin yet where do I begin
can't even get to the gym
wear a heros smile still know all the great while
having many bounce to the ounce with the cushion for my pushing
got one foot in heaven while the other is in hell
but I truly got a good story to tell
when I was young I used to be skinny & wise
souped up six pack and learned to relax
playing my guitar in the cellar
although those many years have passed
still I have every bit of reason to grasp
I'm a fat man who drinks a lot of soda
watching late night flicks such as Rhoda
but let me grasp hold of
a pen and a paper nor stereo to caper
me and Eric B with a great plate full of fish

sorry that I missed
to try to burst your bubble
I'm in the game trying to stay out of trouble
yet make  my Martini strong like right on the double
not since Fred with Barney Rubble
life is filled with twists and turns
one soul soars while the other soon to be burned
the thin philosophy killed Karen Carpenter in her Anorexia
when I  was young making love was for fun now those days are done
need to relax then bask in the vast expanse as the disco ball
onto the no it all who has perfected his game
I'm happy to be naked & fat
although soon it may give me a heart attack
falling apart at the seams with evil means
yet everyhting is clean while I live in a land so very mean
getting loose on my caboose its the hour of power
may have to take it all in with a cold shower
over and over like the over the shoulder bolder holder

capture a unique smile
to wallow in the serenity
there I sat again with tender flame
eyes of passion on the never wheel
forgotten promises from our past
to look as the eagle will soar onto so much more

the window of hope leading forward onto the abode
piercing the skin from the one we have to do
others haven't a single clue
wandering into the sea of the abyss
so sorry that you missed sealed with a kiss
vibrations resist temptations
the silence of the beckoning heart
footsteps
in the corridor alone
footsteps again
the smell of freshly brewed coffee

come ever near to shed a tear
clouds of vast personifications leading to the sea
most of life is but a mystery
begging for vows that tells no lie
a soft reply

These Are The Days
At the tender age of ten I was on the edge
Thoughts within my head spinning records instead
Gave my heart to the risen savior he had thought I'd have a tender favor
In time I would rise in my teenaged gang banging days of the brave
Want to be polite sipping on some crystal light never giving up the fight
Like a cartoon character wasn't too mysterious had to get serious

Wanted to live in harmony got my dope joint rap through its timeless gravity
Building walls on pins in needles I would soar as a hustler why do I even bother
Cause I'm the Christian gangsta not a wanna be prankster
There's something about the name Jesus its the sweetest name I know
Bust up the beat to promote its tempo plowing the fields
When the holy ghost moves ya he won't leave you alone

Many heads being turned another page has been turned
Sweet as honey as sweet as the honey comb
At the name of Jesus every knee has to bow
You don't have to wait you can do it right now
Have to walk through the fire burning it up with purest of desire

Something about the name Jesus its the sweetest name I know
Today I preach as we meet and greet I got those dancing feet
Last night I awoke to a dream with Jesus helping me
Don't take him for granted he is their for your help

Love gets buried
under bad days
in the trash
forgotten to be taken out.
And that one loose handle
on the kitchen cupboard door
that
no one
ever
*******
fixes.
Love gets buried
under bills
and no jobs
crumbling buildings
and terrorism.
Love gets buried
screaming and muffled
under the sound
of alcoholic neighbors
who always win
because they’re drunker and louder.
Love gets buried
and forgotten
under countless
unpaid parking tickets
lost souls for loved ones
and motel drug overdoses.
Love gets buried
under friends dying too soon
before they ever had the chance
of a fully realized life.
Love gets buried
under the heartless shuffle of HMO’s
finding things that aren’t there
and not treating things that are.
Love gets buried
under lost blood tests
and bad carpet.
Love gets buried
and sometimes love resurrects.
And sometimes
love just gets buried.

There are trolls
under the bridge
that connects my solitude
with the world of mirrors and veneers
of office hobnobs
and dinners after eight,
where the deathless ogres follow me
to perch, invisible, beside my chair
and rock and leer and cackle
at my efforts there

So, I retreat
across the long and tenuous passage
into the labyrinth of my genius
where both men and demons flounder
because no signboards are displayed
and compasses despair.

As the brown eyed lady approached the scene,
she speaks no words, she has no grin
She walks at a fast pace, at her workplace...
She whispers in a soft, but troubled, voice, "Can you hear me ?"

She works hard, long hours
She loves her work, but feels no power
Again, that inner voice says, "Can you hear me ? Can you hear me ?"
She's often described in many words by how she looks and how

she feels...passive, crazy, lonely, stubborn, distant and depressed.
Again the woman says "yes" but with a soft deep inner voice,
"Can you hear me ?"
After all the attention she was supposed to have sought,

Did you hear her ? Did you hear her pain ?
The sadness, the hurt, the embarrassment, the shame
She felt she needed to keep inside so deep, what flame ?
Did some one hear me ! I did ! For I'm your friend;

Jesus, I hear you !

Day Tripper

fall down on your knees
one must do what they please
a carbon copy plea
wandering quietly in it's party...
seperated by the spreading disease
pardon me any way you choose
Day tripper...,

the vast we quiver,
dolls that deliver
shades of grey, onyx & brown
why is it you may frown ?

love to learn
learn to let go
follow the beat lay hold of the tempo
how did we get gravity

water never leaves...

as a child I had dreams with visions in my mind
I sought peace from nature & grasp meaning of words
asking a lot of questions along life's journey
my grandma always said, "Why be in a hurry".
I drew pictures in the sky of kings and queens
far off places with dungeons and dragons.
always reading book with story's of adventure
in time I would venture to my swing & sing
although many years have passed still having every reason to grasp a hold of my legacy
a willingness inside to achieve
then the seasons have chamged i was in my teens
had a fascination with girls but it was only out of lust
I was in quite a rush until I caught mono & had to go to the hospital
all I wanted to be was on center stage so I became lead in my play
that event made everyone's day i must say then i was prom king
there was a working in me at the fall of 1989
I decided to write my first poem, "Remembrance Of A Loved One".
based on the break up with my first girl friend named Michelle
that poem was a great story to tell
then it was the changing of the season & out came nine eleven with the twin towers
filled with sorrow I poured myself into writing instead of hiding
all the time leaving behind a legacy by which to achieve
then my father died & i was said again
yet over time i would shine through the sorrow & pain
my creative writing was always free verse yet i also wrote prose
that leads into today where I'm on display
having 2, 000 poems toward my platform
writing on various topics of religion, nature & suspense
yet i still haven't made a dent
still each day i pray to the good Lord up above that he would shape me into a legacy
this is my humble plea so check my writings out
it will give you pause to reason what it is I'm talking about

Your invented lie that I live a sinless life of perfection is a lie born from your mouth - NOT MINE !!
Now as far as my invented ego that YOU CLAIM
that is when he said to me- even when you are wrong - YOU WERE RIGHT !! It had nothing to do with ego............it was just the simple truth of the matter at hand.
Now quit being a mindless IDIOT ***** and show me where I said or implied that I lived a sinless life of perfection.
When you can show me where I said those words. THEN I WILL APOLOGIZE to you !!


X Ray Lady

Blu Jean Ray
X Ray Lady
got turned over to the mystery of thorns
bigger better in aura
cosmotoplitan:
X Ray Lady moves to the edge of the desk
dare mere near to confess,
a wounded warrior place to shine

sand box with goldie Locks the bridge of life
in one brigade to strife
careful in the caserole
heaven knows on each episode,

nor mere tongue a cheek it comes to repeat

Jesus Is For Everyone

Point your finger at their wall that to smiter ther know it all
Perish between their lips that heal..throughout it's spinning wheel
o.k...for comfort to implode minus rager out in the cage fore suree,
sugar is sweet so sweet like a honey. I'm their man that breings home the money;
a bridge that grasps their helmet for fun now wer are under
my face is full certain throughout the curetain lifted,
chase from you're dreams on hunted field
Laci Peterson.....

a cold clap in the dark blowing up ther spark
midas run toward feeling under their gun;
feeling of potion spread about their lotion
Jesus is for everyone come enjoy the comfort and fun..,
he hold out his hands

planted riches is his ultimate plan;
be careful all the leaks of misery
you may see him out in Jersey city
love has recaptured a beating heart of silver and sustaining gold...
look to the son,
see the visible smile

pierced hearts come to fruition
upon the weight of the day
cold hearts in derision along life's merry way
living on the edge and it's going to me head
to taste the fine milk of the ancients
let them begin to prowl like a kitten
you see my marks hidden in the dirt
have plum pudding for desert
why should I begin to attampt to flirt
there are better days when dreams take flight
the coward in the night

Time To Swoon

through moments crossed in the sun
a bit of fun...
the day we first met
in bitter circumstance

to taste the flame that awaits
the circus bow
Spring time set in action
onto the weary eye

heart in one accord


The Jury Is Out

the case is settled
a moment to pause
the verdict was in
let us begin again

to help a helpless friend
the spinning of the fan
make waves to cast
don't let this moment pass

at a first glance


Look To The Sea

reflections sparked my memory
some happy some sad,
drifting alone in my thoughts
the borrowed basement blues
gives cadence to the simple

shattered glass out on the pavement
this to will pass


We Our The Innocent

we are the people of the street
with noble dancing feet
a chance to meet & greet
a quaint encounter with a gun

having a bit of fun
as the sun heats up

only time will tell when the water will boil

The Brave

we are the powerful, noble & strong
a heart that makes us grow strong
what could be more fond
an angelic song

swift to hear slow to speak
made our way to the end of the street
laughter is its best medicine
won't you be my friend

go forward with a heart so brave

Illumination

illumination through a blessed brigade
to bask in the great expanse between time & space
equate logic for love swept underneath the rug
pulling teeth out in the street with dancing feet
love is in action to what we can fashion
it's as simple as asking in your visitation
columns of piers shelter through my fears
we must embrace this time of love's design
each new day is a stepping stone falling headlong alone
love can reach the tender heart to impart

listen to the wind the wind of my soul
hearts torn in ambition through its restitution
do you all know what you are doing
through varied trials and tribulations
one must never be faking
time heals wounds
yet time waits for no one
let us stand as one to be honored as one
each of us has been given a choice
we roll in a voice of simplicity

Through the breeze
A slight scent of mint
The Sumer didn't even make a dent
In the column of cosmic debris
Hollow leaves with colors that bleed
In Autumn the colors turn red
To awake the barren lake
Columns of petrified fragmentation awaits

There is a reason for are being
Red, yellow & grey
Will set your course for a happy day
Nature beckons us to draw near
I shed a tear to numb the inner pain
From a Summer sunset to a new day dawn
Some even curse the day they were actually born
It will take you higher then ever before
Lest I implore another open door

Life is made up with moments like these
Through the hollow leaves
We made are stake in claim in the game of life
Amidst the trials & strife
With humble hearts we choose to explore
Onto so much more lest I implore

Only half a month is left before us in 2018. Wow. What a wild year it has proven to be. Some blissful moments spent sailing smoothly and a few sharp turns along the way. Such is the nature of life. To flow. To flux. To continually place one foot in front of the other as the mysterious path unfolds. All that remains now is to finish the song on a high note.

I’m thankful that a selection of my work has been accepted to appear in a forthcoming issue of
Each of us goes through things in the Christian life. Some tests are pleasant others make you sick to your stomach. The trick is to never lose hope of the Cross. See the battle is the Lord’s we are just coming along for the ride. There will be moments of depression, sadness & heart ache. Just remember you are the vine & he is the branch he’d love you to get through it if you just give him the chance. To take part in the heavenly dance. Many among us sleep, sick & tired. Yet be ever more vigilant because your enemy will try to get you down on every point & level. Resist Satan & draw near to God. There will be days when you feel like giving up yet hold on. There is a choir of angels in heaven cheering you on. Never relent to ever give up the fight of faith. Draw near to God & he will draw near to you. In the end we will lay our crowns at the feet of jesus in heaven. Never give up !

Stirring The ***

the sheer elegance of the Holy Spirit as in singing a song
mark the one willing to explore awe so much more give place to the door
fill your mind with the sequence of lov through shoulders peak
love is the mere essence of my existence

search your mind,
embrace the plow a newer day has dawn
the enhance building of the flys
come as no surprise

put me in the swing it don't mean a thing
we traveled too far to turn back now
don't look behind when your hands on the plough
sugar is sweet so sweet like honey I'm going to be the man who takes home the money
nothing phoney i'm in the new jack swing
living in a land so very mean
just look deeper inside we have nothing to hide
many just watch as things slide
but i'm being caught in the middle playing second fiddle
like i'm at the basketball court and can't even dribble
forget it homeboy you can't even rap
working loose rhymes giving me a heart attack
just be proud of who you are on the inside
we have no good reason to want to run away & hide
open your door for the ladies nothing shady
I learned these lessons from my uncle in the Navy
it's time to act but you say for what
some homeboy's make me want to throw up
can see the sadness in their eyes
does this come at any big surprise
there lying behind a squeeky wheel
where much insist on being no big deal
we just need to relax & take a chill pill
see you on the flip side squeeze with raps that honestly please
write about your passion in what you feel inside
let the God up above be your guide
we are all standing in ovation
when some of us need a rest on a long vacation
rhymes that build up & break some down
don't ever wear your head down in a frown
keep your head up as Tupac once sang
it don't mean a thing if you ain't got that swing

Time after time you sit near the ocean frozen
bask in the vast expanse of the ordinance of the day
captivated by your smile you conquered the world & more...
now deep inside she feels the moments fleeting without a viable reason
in this vast expanse between time & space
she err escape the personifications of a place to reach heaven's door,
again she closes her mind to a far away place
beautiful angels passing back & forth
the angelic beings hold her smile cause she knows all the while
love has a great hold on her heart with tears
in sullen brevity with tears
this place she often stays to visit in the fragile tender moments of her mind
Madame Blue emmerges to peal the sweat off her tender lips
loving peace with a whole lot of tenderness
shadows often block her weary frame
she carries on with a beautiful song
colors of white, green & red
what is going on inside her head
still she looks to the shore for more
heavy emotions emerges as she seeks tender forgiveness
she has a heart of the purest of gold
let her brightness to unfold
throughout the duration of time she has created a rhyme
love is the mere essence of her inner existence
Sweet Madame Blue what are we all to do ?

Shades of grey look the other way
shades of orange
breathe on the basket ball league
Across from its charitable disease
Awake from the day
shelter display across the way
work hard from the tropics
hero's stem around it moist
cost of beauty
cover it all its best
in the midst of its pain
no matter what we each face
onto a joyous plant
so honey here we go
a given chance by which to let go & grow

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

reach deep
stand still & repeat
garden, rake & lattice;
trust with words
soothing trust with the orb
built upon the relic of yesterdays cool blame sought
I believe as if a rolling stone
now is the time to change
seek the tower of the light
strange as it may seem

lurk in order to shine a light toward your freedom
Stones will play inside my head
evidence, bright cheers the look of the oven
right between the eyes
carry the closet rich in thought
carry the pillars on your way to heaven
shine a light as if a work from behind

Do You Want To Know Why Churches Are Empty ? Cause It's Impossible To Live Up To Their Fake Standard Of Perceived Truth. As Christians we are to base what we say backed up to what the word of God says about us. Yet people in church twist the truth & form little cliques like high school. Christians will immediately judge you when you don't live up to your fullest potential. But I got news for you people no one is perfect except for Jesus Christ. Churches should be filled every ...time you attend but people are noticing, watching & waiting. Christ said he was the way the truth & the life. But heads today want to be their own god and depart from its message. Still, church doesn't save anyone from going to Hell. Only Jesus Christ does the saving. See you can have a sincere heart but be sincerely wrong inside. People you need to go to a church where you feel eccepted & loved. Only one life is soon to be passed only what's done out of love will last. Jesus christ came to save us from are sins. If we draw near to God he will draw near to you. In the final analysis you should never go to a house of worship where your heat doesn't feel loved.

Captivated By A Smile

Nevert & O'jay's
this much I pray
some things don't come out that way
through fallen leaves through thick trees
days of fun in the sun surface through your room in curage to go on
restless walking and surviving
life is busy spent when your making other plans
through the trees laden with keys
in ardent weather light as a feather

each day one lives is a new lesson of course
onto cell block nine was locked up in the zone
not sense we created a home all alone
in caged barbaric circumstance
learn to take part in the dance
a miracle vested trance
long to recapture a faith with wonder
the pulling out of choices with true voices
time is where the hopes and dreams
solace in the brigade of a passing fade
captivated by a smile
still to know all the great while

come on
come on
come on now
touch me babe
one in two stayed clear from the wall
we have a hanging chad president no it all
whats new with the smell of the ****
don't pollute never be a woodsy bird

pass...goes past the cemetery
lazy, remarkable station
create a good word
create the vision of the absurd
station me to the cross
go before the toss

crystal clear vision you know what its showing...
grab onto the protector stay together flying saucers
stand tall maybe forever
the leader...,

never a follower
keep it tight together
fancy treasure
word...

Tuesday Gone With The Wind
get up off your *** nobody gets by on any free pass
swept under the rug a heros turn
one soul sows & the other just burns

motivate as we create the distance between me & you
com in to my rescue...
shattered bent hurricane means
Christmas is here again oh Lord

Jack Frost at your nose
get up & get going for that purpose well know
Winter chill bottle of Brandy beneath the rear door car seat...
we meet behind part lines of well spring motivation

knock on the first pledge basket
mark the tick nor the pocket
each do bless the miracle
in the end we all should no
create in me a clean heart
if I have a stick in my hand
in the hands Moses it parts  the red sea
Hello...

walking by the ocean sound
want to be all around
carry your head up high
shallow peak stand to deep
hello the way to bake
it all depends on whose hands appear
two fishes and 5 loaves of break
carry your way load

out of the depths of the earth there lies a swell
of a great story I'd like to tell
to delve into the midnight madness of the bowels of Hell
your body lies frozen in time
Sublime
the casket is slowly lowered into the ground
you are locked as you awake to demonic bites
viscous long hanging fangs dripping blood off side
you close your eyes again want to run away to hide
now it's just you & Satan going on for a ride
bowels of hot sulfur & radiated fires of impulses
your very soul is a loose tonic in the beverage of death
blackened stench with skulls surrounding you
the immense screams of torments in weeping, wailing & gnashing
minds plugged in eternal destruction

a hole in the center of the vast formation leading to fire
intense agony as you gasp to take a breath
eyes with holes having spots with tombstones in brain
no chance at turning back you are now captured in Hell
the billows of hot lava scorch your gait
a deep odor of sewage permeates through the vast domain
your heart explodes into the corrupted way of the ******
Satan laughing spreads his wings in flight
gross premonition of demonic henchmen doing his bidding
liquefied fragments of death launched at you
screams of pain staking patrons under garb of evil
walls of vast petrified extreme with bats over head
the walking dead of sinners marching to their doom
666
When will this madness end ?

I’m the man who I am now. Always had my back, side, and front. To infinity and beyond we’ll rock this ***** like no otha...
well imortant to the stake gving pause toward fate an olympian in there eyes
produce Nike sneakers in such a double feature spread apart features

each new day there's a brand new baby born blanket to keep me warm
tonights the night we make history honey you & I
will take any risk to turn back the hand of mind

treasure  the rose through the green grass through the leaves
shutter in the intense fashion...,
look deep below in the glistening heights
pull the trigger down in place of a frown

today we nurse the blessed falling apart at the means
the man I want to be from the forest nestled by the trees
each new day there's a magcal flower display
way we look the other way

SEEK TO LIGHT THE WAY AS IF YOU HEARD
LOOK TO THE SEA PIERCED BACK THE MELODY
DOZENS OF MOPS SET FORTH THE SAME TAUGHT
MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE GET TO SET YOU FREE

HAVING A VISION OF WHICH ONE COULD GRASP
HOME TOWN RICH POLICY YOU SHALL REACH
STIRRING THE POWER TO EMBRACE
SET OUT THROUGHOUT THE CAUSE OF DEATH HAVING A DEEPER REGRET...

IN UNION WITH THE FLY'S STATED FOR A FINED TUNED DISGUISE
THERE IS MOODS TO BE CHOSEN FELT BACK TO THE REALM NOT SCENE
BETTER LIME CAKE FROM PISTACIO INSTEAD..,
REMEMBER ME THROUGH FAIN FAWN DOTH BREATH

TRI STATE TO COVER A FINE TUNED SPHERE
LOOK INTO A WHOLE HOST TO MERGE
PANTS TO LIFT THE SUSPENDER A GREETING
HALLOW BREEZE FROM WHAT WE HAVE CHOSEN

IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO REMOVE THE SAME CLASS OG MAKE BELIEVER

Your Poem
is very physical (oral) and really wants to be read aloud, as a performance poem.
the final stranza is very illusive and abstract:
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...
each one of these lines is very interesting in a surrealist way, but are not connected and sounds like a peyote dream.
But there is a concrete theme in the poem to that point, connecting with the daily chatter of Trumpism in a thoughtful and powerful way. I would seek to make more accessible that connection, in the last stanza. The reader can't get into your head, you have to craft it.
IN MY OPINION, ALL THE IMPORTANT MEN HAVE RECEIVED A TRANSCENDENT MISSION. THEY HAVE ACTED AND CREATED INSPIRED BY DIVINE SPIRIT. THEIR MERIT HAS BEEN TO FOLLOW THE DIVINE INSPIRATION AND PERFORM THE PROGRAMMED OBJECTIVE.

hail the dust cement the crown you do want me to be around
slence the mere notion of a thread of glue what are we willing to do;
shine through the pillows the brass of an English pill what are we to do
each day is a pleasant place in which to stay feel amused by the river Nile
still to know all the great while sudden pulses in the rear view mirror
pay close attention to your near neighbor in light of the day encounter to play
bring back the pulse as if to learn to understand love the smoke
very clear...
willingness to share love the pulse set out on its swing peeps do swing...

remember me please within time as these melting cow doth we squeeze
see me in ports desire taking gun for hire coming down to the wire
baby years ago let the truth be told people can be so cold
limitation onto exhaltation set the meter to forward
pause before the pleasant I just you & I...

happiness begins with a such as time as these
break loose the Torringtons'  am to please
bridge a gap beside the country side
leaking oil across its chemistry
smooth...slight of a hand to please
bargain basement deal

heightened with occupation
the toasted ivy thwart its heavenly bust side
hey penny....
one penny,
Tre- penny

I am not myself these days
for who I am I might be you
there's more then to of us inside my mind
from scene to scene....

Poetry about First Love


There's just something about a first love that creates such profound emotions in us that we are indelibly marked by our experiences with the person who manages to steal our heart for the very first time. In fact, the memories of that special person seem to never fade. The first time we held hands, the first kiss, these are moments that are marked by an innocence and a timid sweetness that is unique to first loves and, quite honestly, difficult to describe in words. That first love, for a lucky few, may even create a bond strong enough to last forever.






As I look up, I gazed upon your face
So warming and caring
Your eyes so full of life
I knew from the moment I saw you that you were the one for me

The one who would love and care for me
Who I would spend the rest of my life with
As an artist I love poetic verse
I thought about you day and night

I said nothing to you and you said nothing to me
We just passed by each other from time to time
Never knowing, always wondering
When I went to sleep the night I dreamed sweet dreams of you

When I saw you again I just couldn't stand it any longer
I had to tell you and I did
I leaned and whispered in your ear, just three simple words
I love you and you said the same in return

Our love for one another flourished
Like a dozen roses in the spring
And I knew then
As I know now

That you were the only one for me.

Today I thought of a remarkable sequence in the fabric of time
remember when you were lost then down to your last thin dime
so commercial above the sequence of fully letting go
from the furtherance of time...

plain sweet whisper above the whole host to make believe
a spirit of wisdom take some to to achieve
back slider we search for a hidden desire
love takes flight like a sorryful ***** in the night,

great is the plain to see in this part of the make believe
that wold be great to take no mistake a category of its own
got dishes in the kitchen sink
came to unearth the puzzle that winks

Yesterday shooting blanks at the gym a sorrowful twin
we come across fetters that disown our sinful nature to belong frozen
caged to help the soap on the rope by which to cope
sending rich feathers prolonged to the weather

easy as Sunday morning...,
trash in cake out
the mic of a wolf in frenzy
sharpen your last procedure

Arrow In The Side
thank God to be alive
sorrow in the side
what become of the verse
shadow in rehearse
lover's quote at first
line the palm of a distant hearse
situation to and fro
as far as we may go
taking time to grow
lick the sugar from the plate
a chance at which to delegate
the bridge to gap the infant state
learn a lesson to a plea
hoping that she would marry me
in order to be made complete
thus in order to comply
shadows block the infant mile
build a bridge across the river Nile;
come across a perfect ten
that what which to begin again
sample taste
simple rhyme
the rage in gain

each of us is naked inside our clothes left as a tender rose as you suppose
an untimely gift so you get my drift in a center from the mind you got this
a tender swept deal amidst the pain zero in on a name heros plain
each day is a gift if you get my drift soft sorrow in the drift
live in the center of your mind circle in my mind...,
Kit Kat the sorrowful nap can give you a heart attack treasure in back
love is a coma a masterful sonar toward anything goes,

taking a cat nap with the sugar in the back folding hands as to react
circle in the wind the sorrowful minister wins the beauty as to reach a bit deep;
the folding of the hands embraced by the saviors hand
a commercial to breath knocked down to your knees
fragrance to the wind as in sorrowful win

a breath of lavender with a shed of Rosemary,
knocking as to dreaming the underscore is winning
proof a deposit in the closet a rip torn logic,
sure fire way to meeting cactus branch receiving glory be

life is busy when your making other plans all to understand the Willow nor the fan
time to embrace and understand:
Rocky running up those stairs one can't compare that nothing was there
he made his way drinking eggs slurpee,
a nestled beat stand room to repeat...,

Rocky throwing stones in regards to staying in the zone
having to fight Mr. T and The Russian or should I let somethings beam,
sweat pant Army pants the quietness of letting go beyond the branch of leting go
Rocky could fight like there's no tommorow amidst his pain nor sorrow,

Although the years have passed still having every reason to ask the flame of his glory
that's still not the end of the story,
see beyond the make believe his sees a heavenly need to help each other
pierced with regards of letting go

Rocky taco prize for letting things go bust up the beat to increase ts tempo
All those years ago the beat of letting go,
surfing through its magic a time before..,
Rocko taco take you their take you to the sky take you any where

life is built on faith make no mistake the proof is in the pudding who are you kiding
love has gained it also has lost humanities courageous of cost

Each new day we learn something valuable amidst the pain inside we gain
what are the marching orders let me be the first to explain:
A coward dies 1, 000 deaths a saint dies but one
in the ancients circle let them mark down but none
beauty in the famous beast lie down gently and repeat
a ballpark figure that one deserves to recapture

love has its roots down deep and structured for all to notice
how you had fought so hard and fierce my one 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 reflection of you pass me by
Our war were in is almost over its so hard to believe I lost my lover...,

pierce the moon beam to the center of the heart

yaw rap per cushions red like muffled punches by the fuzz who stops speeding bullets engraved on their tombstone, a family made bringing safe streets to the older folks...

yay man, the sin cup pay shun stuttered like a nervous kid, or ma self as a scared sullen boy, the nerdy geek, who felt the wrath of bullies branding words burning the psychic flesh of this then scapegoat.
yaw rap per cushions again my faithful friend out on the streets where peeps do meet
got to come clean living in the land of mean working as a village king
this nervous kid is full grown like a bat to the ball I stand up ten feet tall
used to be used to it last time I checked was a rooster feeling the pain in my brain

they say I got a nervous twitch while I wind up in a ditch what's my next pitch
the stereo is playing our favorite song can't we all just get along
flirting with fire in the midnight hour coming down to the wire a gun for hire
rap is for suckers making other plans this homeboy is working on his tan

Beyond The Beginning


Heads Are Coming Together
All for a great cause
To love one another
This comes from the hand of God
Strength comes to those willing to explore
Took a look deeper in the bible like ever before
Grab a hold of a hand when to understand
Sad faces will be no more
Lest I implore an opened door
Freaks in the street
They have riots their cause is hate
Can there be a difference in the mind
Viscous long hanging fangs that bite
Evil minds that plug destruction
Having tombstones for eyes
We must practice what we preach
Dig a bit deeper than ever before
Reach inside we have nothing to hide
Heads are coming together
Whatever the weather they gather
A beacon of light to a hurting world in need
To stay silent is not a choice
We must have a sense to rejoice
God in his sovereignty has brought us in
Illumination
Time well spent in thought
Blackened hearts unleashed to violence
The blind lead the blind falling into a ditch
Paradox
A challenge to be free is a question of time
Stand up for your rights

When Children Cry
Choose to listen lest I refrain...

living in a marsh mellow world,
through time to play...

a whip cream disease;
shades of lasting grandeur
a tug at the heart
longing for romance

take a good look at their five & ten
light a candle for thoughts
a clever dude...

see me throughout the leaves
chosen vestibules recover charm
loud rhymers through their thoughts
Amidst its ivory towers...

their quaint impulse of a hug
deliver to each cavity
the children read on;
a toddler cries

then going out to play
the mere covering of it's desperado
to visually see kids
Those little pitter patter feet
lest suit their relax

youngsters renew their youth
their covered snow

An OP Dream Evil Scheme
trash in container...
frosted ritualistic leader
follow the leader
smell the smoke of the liberal..,
barren streets as they lay
philosophical sway..,
leader in their manure crusted deal...
trace back a dream

87 Still alive,
parachutter calmness
explosive *** stain
***** in their out sleave

parting their up swing
how you fought so hard an fierce
my truest love was gone from here
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 night alone in bed
following the rainbow to their sky

Awake
a pause to meditate on the pay
a humble need to bow the knee to pray
you came to open our hearts
to turn us from Satan onto God

that we may have forgiveness of sin
and inheritance among us
which is sanctified by faith that is in him
Lord, you drew a line in the sand
parting way for the accusers to prevent her from being ******
picked up the cross on the way to Golgotha

taught us from the sermon of the mount
feeding of the five thousand
you rose again & then appeared to your chosen one's
Jesus...Jesus...Jesus your the lover of our soul
you come take control
come with healing in your hand

Father forgive them for we know not what they do
he said the prayer now the rest is up to you.
you provided sight to the blind
cast out demons to that troubled man
when will we ever live to understand

Come fill our hearts with your dear love
sent by your angels from the hand of God
shelter us with your rich message of hope
Give us your peace that passes all understanding
blood stained crown upon your head
you were risen from the dead

you were with Satan in the desert alone
cast thyself down he said but you never relented
Lord Jesus be with us today
show all of us the way to heaven we pray

Serpico

limit tree eye
a passing passerby
with tulips that fly
into the eye we shall see
burning with fire
a gun for hire

Serpico as Al Pacino
go with the flow
came out years ago
carry on then let go
elect new members
place, spaces & traces

Live it up
As if the light of a skunk
braided by the mere notion of goals
barren sea onto remember me
falling down on my knees
love, hate & sweat

so sorry that we met
not so easy to forget...
Atica ! Atica ! Atica !
beat one with a baseball bat
live at each attempt
porcelain tape some call it fate

A Radiant Sky

through cascading billows of thought
beneath its scope
a hero to cope
to wallow in the myre
pledged for pure desire
coming down to the wire
bridges to be passed
at a clear glance
lay burdens at my feet
time for meet and greet
through a sultan of swing
the remedy is found within

plunge deep
stand still & repeat
with dancing feet
a time for a meet and greet
with human hands
let me be the first to help you understand
grasping for straws
obey all its known laws
through a summer set peak
stand still & repeat

bein' alone with my thoughts, that’s my own personal hell
no wonder mom and dad convinced I need professional help
meanwhile, the air’s getting staler, sicker than Vlad the Impaler
this girl is fit like she's tailored, and I just want to impale her
and nail her and maybe regale her with a tale or two,
a sick and sordid affair, yeah that’s the tale of my youth
harried and scared of the truth, and very wary of you
unfairly comparing myself to Mr. Magoo
what it do, baby boo, hoo, you need to quit crying kid
it's not like you grew up poor or surrounded by violence,
my right mind, I can’t find it, the shine, my memory’s blinded
I forgot what my line is, I need to be reminded
another day goes by, sidesteppin' the pain
count the hours, that’s another 24 down the drain
that’s just more of the same, steadily losing my way
riding the pines like a veteran who just lost his game
call me Juwan Howard, call me Tracy McGrady,
call me a coward, I’m exactly as the Lord made me
this is what the world made me, a shady container
of creativity and malice and lust and anger and talent
and flesh and blood, I’m a man with no plans, and too much time
on his hands, that’s a bad mix, dangerous equation,
temporary high, always chasing that elation
sick of being patient, and putting up with this fake ****
I’m packing my bags and making my way to the station
need to increase my concentration if I’m ever gonna make it
take it one step at a time, this ain’t no nickel and dime
I’m already this dope and not even close to my prime yet

old school new school that's how I roll

hear the beat drop on the even tempo

check it or forget we got a way to go

let the beat drop on your incredible ego



fake people that say they can rap

working creepy rhymes giving me a heart attack

the streets are as the same as the hood

got good in bad no matter what you do



have we bitten off more then we could chew

my mind is playing tricks on me

living in this land of make believe

where people today are so very mean



eating lean cuisine trying to fit in with their fake standard

as if you haven't already heard a disturbing word

soup is on & you got the bowl for your own

say there's clowns in circus nothing to disturb us



I know I got to work on my rhymes

but I ain't perfect son

perhaps I should use the back door and run

far away from this place in certain trace



rap to stay on top of the game

busting out beats driving me insane

still got to clean your room

have to be at home before noon



signs, signs, signs everywhere there's signs

do this don't do that

but we all fall short

still I'm in the game even if there's a 9 to my head



pull then trigger then I'm dead

rap is for those who want to stay in the game

keep your head up, smile & never complain

The Face Of Christ

as a young boy I was out in my lawn
I looked intently up at the sky

to my amazement I saw the face of Christ
having a vast domain of saints behind him

Suddenly I was paralyzed inside
for I had no where to run away & hide

there was lines being formed in the sky
this adage of thought is no lie

tears began to flow from my eyes
I wasn't ready for the return of my Lord

for I had to much sin in my life
amidst the barrage of thoughts and strife

There he was in the sky I couldn't believe my eyes
a beacon of hope to a hurting world in search of love

all from the amazing hand from up above
he looked very primitive almost on edge

with many thoughts swirling around inside my head
maybe he wanted to wake the dead

I will always remember that dear scene in my mind
For now I could see with no more to be blind

Endorse Her

run away...run away...run,
alligator minute ago;
endorse her my brother
saddened each other
A long way Northern from Las Vegas
endorse her my sister
shoulder my cousin
long to discover
bells & blankets
Hence, speak of a genuine kiss
hard to resist
treasure that is in the midst

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

I planted a single seed left long ago
In time roots sprung up out of the fertile soil
In the game of life your time is very brief
try turning over a brand new leaf

many people today seem so very out of reach
these are desolate times yet we settle for ill faded rhymes
casualties are enormous for a stated cause that's atrocious
a mothers cry as the door bell rings

vanishing salute to freedom as the church choir sings
let's look above to the heavenly love
merciful one come take this chip off my shoulder
stop the senseless fighting as our nation grows a bit colder

Tomorrow let's pray for better days
instead of people getting caught in a purple haze
eyes, face & hands
when will we ever live to understand

you can't stand in line while kicking it to the man
how you have fought so hard & fierce
my truest love is gone from here
a challenge to be free is a question of time

Tomorrow people will achieve if one can perceive
it's more then a philosophical rant
one must succumb to the business at hand
hopefully someday all will understand

for love is the true essence of one's inner existence
a beacon of light to a hurting world in need of hope
hope that can evoke feelings of positivity
in a land so full of their negativity

Sugar Land

spice as to eat my own two feet stand still & repeat
there is a sure fire need to end such catastrophe
then to live as you please come apart at ease,
cultivated by a smile to learn all the great while

the sign is posted over head to awake the walking dead
sure fire ray of care we shall richly supply a chosen desire
call the calvary home so much as to roam where there is no harm
by me a river send no hrm one cheek at a time so refined,

each new day there's a choice to bring summons the celebrity
Sugar land is a sure fire fate make no mistake
such as pulling teeth stand still & repeat
care for the riddle playing second fiddle,

Cascading pyramids getting lost in the mood
rich and high...,
a series of rest to pass every test
love the rest