yet spring dust all alive simply broke in the ivy fume
look close at me very nicely done as the clock flipped done
shape
sharp
arm me with harmony
disaster bleeds
common court quiver through the mist
a challenge to be free is a question of time
spark a song towards freedom
in the immense of the potter's field
awake to the light been blown away
check the news let out the brash pilgrim to a wandering spear


Dig if you will a field,
walk away from me the dozen felt hug
shapes of current in the marsh hidden plains
cobwebs in from the pines of death door fling
band as if rested the current war wage lingers flare

Fleetwood Mac needs Stevie Nicks even if she calls it kicked
look to eyes simply parting in the fullest flow
nestled in the overtones

Suffering is a part of life, and I say
But sometimes I just wish the suffering would go away
Pain seems so useless, its purpose is so hard to find
When I'm in pain I'm often abrupt, rude & unkind

But Jesus had much more pain than I ever will;
His suffering was the way he chose my sins to ****
He died of lack of blood and lack of enough air
Into his lungs, and to me it seems unfair,

To die for my sins on his cross up there
It wasn't the nails that held Christ to the cross;
It was his love for us that put him at a loss;
For air to breathe and blood to flow

And in the end, for his life to go
My pain has purpose when I unite my pain,
With Christ's pain on the cross which was for my gain;
Gain of forgiveness of my sins on my soul

And for other's sins, too, to make us all whole
So I'll offer up my pain for others, and not complain
For my suffering may help them repent and not sin again
Suffering is a part of life, I know, and I say

you read your books in school bruh
they taught of lessons needed in life
some how along life's way you got lost
busting down doors sleeping with ***** ******

rap scene was you first priority
flirting with fire of Satan's burning desire
trying to get you higher
you were so blind you couldn't see

now your messing with a *******
you realize eternity is a long time
had to stop all your dope rhymes
yesterday it was wine, dine and 69

got to keep it real cause the truth will set you free
let the devil flee as you king on to Jehovah
turn your life over
you wake up late stating it's one of those days

getting lost in a purple haze
take a chill pill & wear your Sunday's best
swing in your corner and turn your thought life over
yesterday we used to pray

yet today you say it ought not be that way
Jesus Saves
Jesus Saves
you were a mouse stuck inside a maze

until you gave your heart to the savior
now your eating another ice cream flavor
disaster was your best friend
slipping & sliding nothing was guiding

today you stand ten feet tall
cause you took your chance with the king of kings
the world outside is so very mean
coming back to your first love

kick that old dog Satan underneath the rug

Oceanic Scene
flat pharmacy give way to succeed
follow me through the mist of the trees
follow me in the comfort to achieve
break off a piece of cheese,
carry through the breeze
my await can be very clear
in the eyes that double up & smile...
circle as to Cheryl Teeg
melody

shout to the onion leave
carry on with a cheerful song
love to the oceanic scene

one day soon you will see the blown apart reality
of distant faces with flirting traces having midnight places
we are on the move so stay in the groove
he comes only to ****, steal & destroy
lying is his game with chief aim & ploy
ever since I was a little boy I saw his fire in the sky
it was all very much a lie
we have been straddling fences mending trenches
getting caught up in a trap
working so hard can give you are heart attack
he hates you & wants you in hell
there forever you will soon discover
truth was right all along should have believed that gospel song
so now we got the cheap thrills that pay the bills
getting caught up in the mix we need a quick fix

****** to eternity in hell
fires of weeping, wailing & gnashing of teeth
so far away so very out of reach
fires that will quench your thirst for ******
he's a deserted with blackened lace
blown apart this Peyton place
such a disgrace
run to the real truth while you have time
get over yourself your getting very blind
all to the reality of heaven
it isn't a one stop shopping event at your local seven eleven
there will be no escape when your in the pit
I know many don't even give a ****
but the truth is still the truth & a lie a lie
Satan is a liar
goodbye
© right now, chevyvent   society poems

Satan's Hell


When in time he will be no more
weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth
darkened dungeon with no oxygen
left helpless alone taunt to the flame
with intense pain the magic of his passion is gone
Deceived

Evil minds that plug destruction plunge in it's flame
the thought of a drop of water to quench your thirst
eyes filled with tombstones
Demonic beings inflict their madness on you
the river Styx runs through it's flame
darkened dungeons with no escape
every lies that you told is exposed for eternity
plunge in the hot fires of Hell's plight
forget the day there is no light
no more salvation your time has elapsed
left to rot in the torment of blackened death
eyes swollen as they beam in the flames
to be kept in Abraham's ***** is an after effect
Jesus was the answer but you refused his light
suffer in the dark anguish of everlasting chains

Satan laughing spreads his wings
eyes with spots zombie people in immense turmoil
to boil there severed heads in dread
they lived among us yet were not of us
Hell is there home not getting out
as you gasp for air yet to no avail
the walking dead in their caged fury
those that thought they were perfect were wrong
time no more

When the anarchy of darkness fell,
A man stood in the wing of hope
As benign self imposed subject of life he said,
"The downward trend of heartaches may yet unfold"

In essence of the life he led,
but not fulfilled...
Though man still seeks the thrill of happiness untold
Essentially in balance and in element of time

God only knows the end and means to follow
Love has but two faces-secure and ambivalent
Man is intimate with both, but finds perplexing
Therefore, do not between thyself, for the eyes of

Love shall guide thy path of righteousness
Suddenly, greatness will be ****** upon him
He'll know not why, since the mind and the heart
Bare many complexities

But she'll be there, the very apocalypse of that
Sudden greatness
And the multiplying days of depression will
Begin mounting in reverse

Instantly he will find that without sustenance
Of love
Life hath no meaning

the twilight sun has tainted my inner vision
was there something else you have been wishing
the fixture on the wall stood out
when I was young & alone

painting pictures in the clouds in vast formation
wallet, keys & pen
we ran through the open field puzzled
to look on the daisy with delight

pick grass and whirl it in the air
without a care in the world
the ice cream man came to are neighborhood
feeling really good

shoes, paper, pencil & chap stick
poison ivy in the woods
always desert alone in my room to myself
put another book back on the shelf

memories of the past
having so much fun with a hope that it would last
mother & father were happy
the family get together

a new toy at the store fresh wrapped in it's paper
the taste of a delicious cookie
sand box days with friends
must you leave us this time

a challenge to be free is a question of time

Thanksgiving Dinner
Home for the holiday from New Orleans,
with Mother and Father at the tiny
drop leaf, brown rosewood, mahogany
table with the gold, grinning claw feet;
Father, choler- red-in the-face, short-
sleeved white shirt and cane, says the blessing
as Mother brings in the turkey and cranberry.
Then Mother asks, " Won't you have more ?' and father :
"Do you think Moll Flanders was a ***** ?"

(I have suffered and bleached my hair blond. )
I am silent before their replies.
Mother sighs. "I can scarce speak to her."
And Father, too, quotes Shakespeare. (I am thin
as paper and the rose- colored bowl
of blown glass sitting on the silver stand,
half- filled with water. )

" How shaper than a serpent's tooth it is
to have a thankless daughter "


John Hyland's Best

I hung a painting of one of John Hyland's best
nestled in the fabricated forest of unrest
I dwell beneath the sod of circumstance
unaiding the way seems hard & fierce

through the waves of reason,
it maybe the changing of the seasons
a true artist paint his heart in its piece
captivated with a brush stroke of knowing

to develop a following
below the gauntlet of thought & reason
come away with me through a parting scene
hills and valleys with a loving cosmic debris

life is a bit messy
as if in the tropics with a tone of logic
breath deeper then ever before
the social injustices can effect so many

now here's the part it gets a bit messy
not to mention sweet charity
we look at our lives through such a dull lens
do we give in well it all depends ?

vanity has moved through natures prowess sleeve
start spreading its disease
in the highways and byways of the human heart
you shall light the spark to what it is I have been searching for




My Sweet Rosemary

cling to me my sweet Rosemary
among the leaves cascading & fading
upon a crimsome shade of belief
chosen vine by a great enough design

filtered through a song with an added yawn
look how precious is the lovely fawn
basking in the lawn
she clings to a hope of a distant memory

chosen of the scope inside of thee
My sweet Rosemary paints to her astonishment
inside she decideds what will transpire
getting down to the wire

solace proclaimed upon an empty shade
enough time the source to make the grade
loves the simple things of a new day swing
bringing lulabyes and dandilions to the front

cadence to the simple
on Rosemary's sweet dimple
radiate with times solvent
empty's herself inside its swell

We can each do our part in society. Maybe fix a flat tire for a neighbor or offer a cup of cool water to a stranger. Go to the widow & orphans in their affliction. I'm keeping it real people. Only one life is soon to be passed only what's done out of love will last. Pray with all of your might maybe write a poem so others can read and enjoy. We each have hidden abilities and talents that we need to be putting into use. To the beggar out on the street destitude for no daily bread. To the laborer in the factory we need to be busy about the fathers business. No one knows the hour or even the day of the savior's return. But he asks us to be ready. These are the marching orders out of love within my heart to you. Stop all hate and negativity. Choose to put a big smile on your face instead of a frown. Perhaps go to a soup kitchen to volunteer your time. Believe me in time you will see the benefits & blessings flow as long as you have love in your heart. When it comes to music sing or rap on topics that will benefit the soul. Our mindsets need to be focused on a selfless agenda intead of being so selfish. Yet in the end it's our choice in how we want to proceed out of life. This is from my heart to yours & thoughts by which to ponder.

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

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

Tonight you maybe hurting perhaps your at a bar ? No that someone cares about you deeply far more then you could ever imagine. You maybe sitting on the sidelines of life wondering what this life has in store for me ? You weren't created to live in fear & isolation. No his love was such just to cause some of us to follow. You maybe thinking thoughts of suicide, addiction & vice. Well friends turn your hearts and lives over to the awaesome care of Jesus Christ. He died on a wooden cross over 2,000 years ago for all the world to see. He took the awful blow of the Roman soldiers cause he had you in mind. Your very heart & soul was and still is on his mind. Jesus Christ loves you and wants a relationship with you. One that will last for all eternity. If one individual hears this account it will make my life worth the living. To share the gospel of Jesus Christ to everyone will to hear & receive. Amen.

if we look inward we will soon discover
a whole host of treasure to recover
some have invested in images that plague the inner soul
the are among us yet they are not of us
they are the living dead with thoughts inside there head
hiding out in the silence of the inner torment
they can't help you cause they can't even help themselves
there the blind leading the blind and soon will fall into a great ditch
just like the night of the living dead
there hearts are torn to self, sin & Satan
eyes with spots having holes
long hanging viscous fangs that bite dripping blood off of side
they all run away & hide behind the false hidden garb of compromise
can't they see through all those vain twisted lies
does this come at any big enough surprise
shallow peaks long in the silence of the underground
demonic forces wrestling for there soul
shallow pools of gloom in a saddening exploit of a soul vexation
there afraid of fire I found that out
there's a radio in the truck
I jumped into listen to it
there must have been tens of those things grabbing to hold on
still we must be on are guard every minute of there tormented souls
by now there are no more screams maybe 50 or 60 of those things standing there
I just wanted to crush them scattered in the air like bugs
a word to the wise always no where you are stepping

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

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

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

wandering in the flow of desolation
you seek shelter on a long awaited vacation
in the midst of the emergency
this much you must agree

this old world is not are home
were not a bear out to roam
each new day we must pray
in every situation one must give praise

some are called to do little things
to bask in the vast expanse under his wings
although the years have passed
still having every reason to grasp

people today are quite moody
living in there land of make believe
building up your faith and force to move me
a challenge to be free is a question of time

make sure your heart is in the right place
we can each learn from are past mistakes
some may call this fate
yet we are alive and we all must learn to thrive

thank God that you are still alive
obey the golden rule
keep your cool

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

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

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

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

the spread a cheek
a sparrow speaks

left words to stand still & repeat
shades of grass a sense to over react

spil the motor watch as you smile

lovely girl in the world
looks a life with a big heart & smile
still to know all the great while
longevity
inside of me
footsteps in the duration of the hall
whispers
inside she hides behind four  walls of steal
some may even claim at being no big deal
in her mind a twilight
she looks to the sea
gaze in reflects on vast memories
some happy & some sad
she thinks of child hood friends and the dreams she had
yet she is very sad
pitter patter of soft sandal feet
alone to meet & greet

in her eyes she thinks of a reason for being
longs to bid the receiving
shuns the resistance must confess
the hollow leaves blowing through the trees
she escapes in her own little world
beautiful premonition on a soul vested mission

Your words sit there upon your desk
Yet you love your books & magazines the best
You prefer the light of your t.v.
You love the world & your avoiding me !

There is signs across the blaze of the sky
A lone tear of the beggar of a passerby's
Shadows prone in mere desolation
We all need a break on some long vacation

God is calling each and every one of us
To live a life that's gathered onto service to the king
A blade of grass in the green lush pasture
The sadness dulls the light on God's full comprehension

They lurk as lazy diamonds in an orchard of gold infested meadows
Watch out for all those clowns !

The prince of the power of the air
Doesn't even really seem to care
Lucifer was in heaven once
A shining light to his domain
The he let his pride get in the way
Was thrown out of heaven
Taking one third of the angels with him
Spreading there disease of evil & hate
Not a cause for faith only evil
Many today are being caught in the middle playing second fiddle
There eyes are being blinded by Satan
Eyes with tombstones in there head
It's the walking dead face full of lead
They come to ****, steal & destroy
This is their chief aim & ploy
They disguise themselves as angels of light
Blackened stench of caged fury in the night
There is no escape for them my friend
A miserable lot of sin with long viscous fangs
That bite dripping blood off side
They long to run away & hide
From the true light cause they love the darkness
Many follow after their plan
Instead of ever trusting in the master plan

Switch Blade

lest you blink the eye
sing a sweet lula by...

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

there is something stirring in the wind
a good way in which to begin
time stops for no one yet time is all we have
you can hear it in the distance
you can hear from the preacher
many are dull or lax when it comes to reality
instead they settle for a land of make believe
choosing to do whatever they please
one day soon they will get knocked down on there knees
there are dreadful eyes with heads in the street
this isn't a good place for any meet & greet
we are off running the bases with heavy laces
light in its torn illumination
perhaps in need of a break on a long vacation
many are looking to the stars to help them get by
but I wonder how & I wonder why
a calm before the storm
some curse the day they were actually born
yet we stare into the distance
amidst all the resistance
we can easily see
a place that sets men's hearts free
it is are chief aim & destiny
we must wait & be ready for the storm it fastly approaches
will you be ready ?

A Lonely Man's Dream

I wish I could write a love song
A song that would take away the pain
A song about a very lonely man
Too many times hurt and used for someone else's gain

A song that could renew some trust and faith
To a heart one time too many broken and torn
A song to fill the heart full of joy and happiness
Replace all the bad memories, darkness and scorn

If only such a song could be written
That could portray the true meaning of love
So many difficult questions could be answered
The sun would shine so much brighter above

Am I a fool, and all this just a dream
To think a simple song could be the answer
Nevertheless, I think I will continue to hope and sing
Even if sometimes it comes out only in a whisper

A poet looks intently at our world through a visible but very delicate lens
Does all of the wishes that they aspire come true ?
Well ! It all depends ?
Yet through those delicate eyes we derive a most solemn surprise
For some maybe their grace has not fallen on them ?
I don't think as a poet as a liar per say,
Rather, someone who connects with that half of the brain
That no one bothers to tap into,
Although for now though dimly,
Yet what one does today will forever be echoed throughout all eternity
Poetry/ Hits on many topics and aspects of life,
Relationships and material
There can be no substitute for the real you
Hence, it's all based upon choices,
For the materialization of the given subject matter,
To equate one's whole being as squeezing the tooth paste out
Hence their is always still some **** left in the bottom of the tube
Still what may be true for you may not be for someone else ?
The poet should have a keen sense of vital improvisation
Yet to not relent when critics start bashing one's subject matter,
This is a clear indication that as a professional writer
One must pay real attention to the mere tone of the subject matter,
People could see through the lies
Lastly, a true poet never dies,
Rather lives on in the many hearts of their adoring fans

it happened years ago in 1979
invited Jesus to come into my heart
this would light the inner spark
to where I needed to go

pitter patter of soft sandle feet
we would both meet & greet
worship at his feet
one day at a time sweet Jesus

that's all I'm asking of thee
then when i was thirteen
starring up in the clouds to see his face
he is the peace that passes all understanding

living inside of me hide me away from society
a very good reason to believe
from hanging on a tree
to coming to live inside of you & me

for I look to the sea
reflections on the way spark my memories
some happy and sad
think of childhood friends and the dreams we had

Jesus is for us a quest to rejoice
out of his great love he shared
so never fear or drop a single tear
as he may whisper in your ear

his love was such that he suffered so much
just to cause some of us to follow
the love I know

Burn Out The Day

We look into hearts of love to unfold
pause and really think before you write
Each of us is being examined by the world at large
With faces in the window having storms in the night

I think I'll pack it in & buy a pick up
look to the east cause momma that's where all the fun is...
Share with others your new found faith
There is strength in numbers have you forgotten Water Gate.

Spineless zombies in the river of lust
Exchanging lust for love to a world in a rush
Look at what those before us had to go through
A beautiful array of blissful care

Shattered glass out on the parchment decorum
eyes, ears & feet
A given chance at which to meet & greet
Warhol had his Campbell Soup Can's

Jessie Jackson had his slogan, "Yes we can"...
Rodney King just claimed, "Can't we all just get along".
Burn out the day, that's the end of this song.

Sweet Serendipity...
shadows block from the vortex of humanities que
borrowed out of each blanket rule best to use your tell
some mere pause of dwarfed cascading fling out each bird does sing
to applaud with a dream another course that seems
we have grown to plagiarism's heart felt swing

under the cover in a hallow pull dream
through subseqential rhymes let the host do hide
Sweet Serendipity sweet on one new broken knee
treasure the odor of its consequential please

build on the notion of disconscience,
my mind is clearer now
vast in the vast exististent
light as pilgrim feather let it be sought borrowed juice

pollute drift North is where it hurts
we got a prisoner inside
leaving behind the gate
shapped through the applause that was post clearly your glow

there she was lying on the sofa,
in place of Carbon photo
love immeasurably hit the scales from my eyes
in the middle of the room...,

salt is better then most
as a seagull heads out on the coast
leave from vegetate the inner most swell
brought to my attention out of her living hell

rub two sheets together
no matter what the weather
voice from the ears of a baby
iron sharpened rolls through
blessed to see the sudden atmosphere

I'm a page honored from the kingdoms' duct
frown to the suction grasp
A Bay's Doll House,
battle through the storm

curse the very day you were actually born
lift high the pale Trojan horse,
living straight through the given means
in her room she lives deep

the gathering weak
smile stay clear & take a peak
attention...mast of branded question
look straight to the sea

from a caged barbaric but interesting sleeve




down are the question we have in common
whispers in the corridor from the vent of the mind
there she sits,
spring of a charm given by an honest lad

carry on with a song..,
prances as if an elephant on a swing
cooked from the spices of host
love is the essence of her existence

look that way then look again
flirting with a magic wand then puzzled again
share through its order pulsed in a shadow
remember me in thick times as these

having something to request,
a present up their sleeve
prance as a humble horse left underneath the stand
a beautiful doll though pleasant to the eyes

blond, brown & barely alive
a show through the cover, cobwebs & disorder
to humble yourself a chief place to appeal
lovely be for those next to me

a beacon of light,
to a most hurting word to explain
follow me swift barriers in need
over the Willow yet throughout the leaves

1..,2...3.. come sit next to me
life, for a roller coaster baby grabs a hold of
mother takes the coupons,
sit a share with me the years falling the the mark on the trees

**** spent busy as a be
her pretty little smile
yet for her energy...
grab hold of a smoke screen theme

falling through the trees
limit to Satan't busy scheme
bruising always leaving

spend your day expressed by grace ordered from a Payton place
cheer each moment from the edge of the setting sun a very well done
climb each pillar of thought and deed to reach forth every bit of need
transformation to be a king set forth to a freedom ring set ahead,

drop in a set daily routine an angelic song can't we all get along
building bridges enhanced to swing in the parlor from freedom swing
come close to me with honor a captured melancjoly grin people sing
out of order but we continue to sing sent transformed for every thing

***** on the porch let us stand firm and rejoice to decorate a New York smile
the moments of tender muse set sail on its own for people to come on home
a balance for power there's ***** on the wall standing ten feet tall
recapture the falling song can't we get along abused by power such as the fawn

news to me to be set free falling headlong as in a coaster sent right over
the taste of Manicotti specially for you the cause to brew as coiced renewed
application to a frustration moved by education falling creatures made to shine
captured by the edge of the vine together so fine rob you blind you see

***** to the wall stand ten feet tall the rooster flows its in what you know
a harvest new a each casket new feeling ever so dear all draw near
with fallen drops as in airforce one become undone having a bit of fun
stranger to your ever glow take you to places you need to go transformed new

a quiet street my ***** fall deep stand still & repeat
feature creature stand tall to meet her tender rooster
shine down upon me in its billow sanction well received in
long are the long ago chimes very good in store a cry for more

***** to the wall in a turning touch in a rush such flattery of make believe
salute you see the back door cling noticed from everything pople sing
pillars of thought ***** to the wall & everything
looking out in the lawn you graciously see a fawn

braced from the new unction of seaweed twisted between your knees
cry a river in order to discover hurry up & take cover
sure fire wy in order to display everything's o.k.
cry me a river stand still & deliver

chased through your dreams there is ***** to the wall from every purpose
shine on the simple study through the song shattered through the breeze
can't we get along feathers with the swan captured in my imagination
there's never hungry like a rooster in your imagination

capure each smile to know all the great while
apples in carriage everything delivered
tried and true everything blue
sad but innocent to the drawers

paint a picture  news tide to recaptre the falling   blues
shake dreams from your hair my pretty child
lay hold of its rest in every test,
savor  the moment you cling to find

***** to the wall stand ten feet tall
through a brisk walk on the beach far out of reach
there's silence in the fold repaired until
passengers through blatant Henry lines

share with each other a heavenly climb
there's places you need to go with the flow,
seek the heavenly course in care with most
share in the right shun what's wrong

the rid is forth there's one ball too short
***** to the wall shine upon the strong earth
peach ice cream and everything short
got my ***** to the wall

send forth the workers send proud the flame
not to mention in the mentally insane
proud as silver gold as shine
list of insurance so very fine

the wind blowing
have you ever remember when you were down to the lowest pit no one gives a ****
order of disorder come close to know ya
in the curtains we shall enjoy you,

after the mall through dull in the path
as in all goodness past
through chosen vessels
stay true to discover

rewind the television something is worth missing
we all must come together no matter what the weather,
train up a child you must keep it in order
show forth in your glory

stay with the fold listening to the door
paint a picture with a smile
still to know all the great while
bridge the gap in between

share with each other another page of order
***** against the wall stand up ten feet tall
its in you don't you see working on a melancholy
like the words to hear its order

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

For each table has been turned

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

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

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

The interpretation of a dream

Fought back its silence from within.

The *****

widows peak
stand still another week
living through the barbed wire seek
one, two & three

Wanted to rush the piece
from the roof barbed wire
There she walks in
Count to the number ten

There she walked in, "The *****" !
having a bout with whiskey
Wait entire works in store
in walks the *****

thinking through the barren sea
kisses, ***** & breach
listen to the walking
pieces, love & stream

The *****, walks into so much more
she paid her respects through the thunder roll
caged, pleasant & gathering
My love reaches so much more

She walks further to ever before
kisses, love & romance

Surrounded by darkness
Seeing no light
Wondering what's happening
Not feeling right
The feeling of pain is all around
Am I going insane
Or just coming down
Am I in the place of doom
Or will I be back to reality soon
Is this reality
Oh Lord it couldn't be
If it is then let me ask you why
Why did you pick now for me to die
And why is my soul in this place
Place of misery and disgrace
I always told myself that when I die
My soul will go to the place that surrounds the earth and sky

I always thought that I'd go to the place of happiness
Where everything is so beautiful and pure
But now that I'm here I realize,
that I was never really sure.
I never thought I committed any immoral sin
Now I know I must have
Because you didn't let me in
I realize now that it's too late
I can't get through the golden gate
I think I've learned my lesson well
Now that my soul has been sent to Hell

take it to the beat watch us meet to greet fooling in the street
tripping on the beach smoking fat leaves doing what you please
as busy as a bee making sweet history
there's a battle for your mind I'm just the walking blind
society is not my game inside of my cause there blind you see from most of reality
there is an army of peeps out in the streets crystal gold down to their feet
with shattered glass on the walkway I came to play
the stage is set and the studio is fine all my critics can kiss my fat behind
homies try to control me with their dope analogy but why even bother it  gets even sadder
like nothing more to flatter the steps upon my ladder so here it goes
it used to be dope many years ago let the truth be told that folks used to smile
when i was a child I used to dream big dreams of both kings & queens
living in a land that is so very mean yet many are rushing too fast
everybody lately wants to get by on some free pass to pass
the stereo is blasting higher and higher blown up in its fullest desire on a wire
everybody feel me among my dope melody many folks will let me be
pump up the music so you can hear a way we can shed a tear
long hair on your birthday where we come to pray yet some may claim it ought not be that way...
flirting with fire in blown up desire coming down to the wire a gun for higher
got the hook up peeps on this dope joint fine grafted in from a delicate design
beats to the rhyme rhyme for the reason its just the changing of the season

block parties with steroe blasting watch how you acting & i'm not bragging
folks that carry everything inside we used to help thank God your still alive
but todays news you sing the blues and let things slide coming along for the ride
rap is still hot just take the word to the street and watch your rhymes to the beat
taking it to the city where cash is king people scream eating delicious ice cream
blind people so mean eating at fast food places such as Burger King
minus the races stuck in Peyton places we tend to make a lot of mistakes in
flirting with fire blown up in its fullest of desire getting much higher
Jimi was right by saying "Excuse me while I kiss the sky" !
almost every drive by someone gets capped from a nine in their eye
but give pause to think as you wink in earthly bliss in a caught up moment in time
Solid gold moments from our past having so much fum with a hope that it would last
so you sit back in your bleachers staying up late night watching another double feature

Laughter is the best medicine while your stuck in seventh heaven
therefore gain wisdom and in all thy getting gain understanding
free styling to the extreme while living in a land so very mean
Creatures of habit in the night with long viscious fangs that fright
eyes of blakened faces of death we all will come to unrest
rap it up I'll take it so you don't have to fake it
will bust a move to show improved knowledge of the underground sound
we are built to last we are raised to shine created in a beautiful design
sugar is sweet so sweet like honey I'm going to be the man that take home the money
nothing phony cause I got my degree cause all of life is but a mystery
got something up my sleave as you rest your case in your Peyton Place
don't try to hurt me again my ill but forgotten friend with whom I came to depend
It's either my way or the highway couldn't have it any other way
life is filled with mistakes some call this their fate but here am I to date
what's been done has all been done before such as Tony Sack kicking it with a two bit *****
Keep it in check as I let this last line flow bust up the beat & Increase the tempo

is to never rest
I must confess
wisdom is the principle thing
therefore gain wisdom and  with all thy getting gain understanding
each of us learns a lesson in this life
never to give up in your earthly strife
dig much deeper then ever before
choose to be the best you can be
have faith in your higher power by willing to achieve
mistakes in life we all go through
have bitten off far more then you can chew
but what are we to do
believe in a power greater then self
maybe want to put that book right back on the shelf
never relent to ever give up on the fight
for this is your very right
there will always be times you get knocked on your knees

blind me in ports to see building on my legacy as exist each port to see
we are all high you see sleeping on the Boergeos Sea heading into an odyssy
he beat far to slow stand still to repeat, an see the likes of Jimmy Page leaning to age;
stregnthened by merchant climatic claim that alwas seems the same
store are nails within a drawer always stays the same but I can't complain
take off your shoes going to sing the blues down a miracle passage you may be after
yesterday may be a voodoo child trust as the brainwork guide to a present wild

Charismatic
Keith Green never crumbled within paper ride from outside a glide
some stayed glued to the t.v.  while he buiding forth hit me to my knees
we can see a miracle floating inside of me,

in each of us swayed the sane tide serpeant to a guide to guide from
all the reporters chime in onto second   base season
fill me up from above to the method nor message of love inside me  hide from the sorts
you can lean from our methods the unique surface embark on

there is a window one could see looking out to reach mass history
you have to be real searching forth the wheels to steal;
stretch forth the common thread

stay in tuned tiny brother
not just any wanna be lover
take a pictue from each other page was turned to disgover

solemn peaks in their traverse sport
the sway of a cool breeze coupled with a stench
an odor of aroma coming from a nearby warehouse
we all have traveled this road before
a timely given chance at which to explore
perhaps this was the path where Nero once tread
many lines of thought running through my head
as in society today its the walking dead
wheels of steel just to walk the New York mile
just to know all the while with a smile
the rise of the throne when your all alone
a polished hand with greet you & begin to teach you
we all must learn from each pathway we go
places with faces that we need to know
snap shot memories in your past
having so much fun with a hope that it would last
we must look above to the heavenly love
in time you will shine like never before
lest I implore another opened door
The rise of the throne when i'm home all alone
searching for bread like a dog without its bone
we can each learn from our mistakes call it fate
every new day is a discovery to take you to places where you want to be
what is my last and final plea
never give up on your dreams

At dawn, your skin speaks to me through my skin like a drum beat
Tawny creatures of fur and feather, dance your dawn names
in onion skin colors across my sky
And the ripples in water say your day names
In endless knots of light and shadow

At evening your dusk names echo in my chest
like a savored breath of ocean air
Swim dance your dark names in the corners of my eyes
And all my steps feel a slippery pull
As though there is a tide that runs north to you

All your names are in me
Your names are in the fibers of my weave
Your sun and moon are making a tapestry of me each day
My threads seek you even across infinite,
microcosmic gulfs of electrons and light,
Come to you even in the guise of common words,
Hinting at the song of you and me

the ocean has a deeper way to calm our fears
trace back the years we used to know
when shadows break through the corridor in the hall
the pitter patter of soft sandal feet
to stretch the very fabric of the curtain long to explore
a mirror to the soul
a chance to let us know
heavy hearts turn to soft pillows in the light of love
love is the sweet essence of my inner existence
one hand to hold a heart to mend
we must willingly depend upon a power greater then self
to touch the hand of the one willing to share
a tender part  of me really cares

to become a beacon of light to a hurting world in need of love
the comes from the hand of almighty God
life is a mystery to most
like a lost seagull outside on the coast
through walks along the shore
Oh, I want to love you more
without a single care in the world
seagulls flock overhead and passerby's can escape the helping hand of its sparkling radiance
lovers search for love marked on a dusty road
my inner soul permeates the tender longing inside
a place in which to hide
from all the raw sewage and decay hence another day
will you let him in to dine will you make the victor's sign
when all is said and done your face shall shine

there is a time such as this that I don't really give two *****
busting out in the rap scene like a circling tornado fiend
everyday there's a new Jack  swing as suckers hide from me
Society something stuck in side of me brothers tend to hide from thee
yet I tend to disagree can post it on my homily for what one is willing to achieve
yes  I confess always got something stuck up my sleeve living out my legacy
with happier times of what one is willing to achieve come and sit next to me
these are hard times you see living in a world that do what they please
start spreading its disease you will be a pacifier ***** with a switch
suckers want to beat me bust up the economy take what's inside you see
so come help yourself like your a caged barbaric Keebler Elf
put that book right back on the shelf let things surf
East Coast West Coast still in the zone just after watching Home alone
old school new school that's how we rule help to bring home the family jewel
you still after me it will end in such a catastrophe yet what are we willing to achieve
knocking the boots that is our right even over the edge at the dull of night
we all need to stay strong like Rodney King & Lynn Swan

suckers want to battle me but I bust up the beats to compliment me
the devil is inside you playing second fiddle while i'm out there stuck in  the middle
Hotel, Motel & Holiday Inn let the battle begin bring the noise with all your toys
both girls and boys holding your own with your haned on the phone i'm full grown
I'm a man with the plan working on my tan you understand
50 cent hasn't made a dent to what i got in mind you see
I'm the over weight lover still undercover waiting to be discovered
so pull your sheets over bring all your friends over and recline at the sofa
some folks want to steal your dreams in some twisted schemes falling apart at the seams
got to move ahead instead girls be out giving head suckers get a face full of lead
out in the streets where people meet we got to come clean some head getting a bit mean
the moral of this story is to wake up in morning glory hearing this dope joint swing

Rap is heavy with beats from my head down to me feet taking it to the street
loli pop in your mouth some suckers tend to ***** and pout but you got to get away
free style on your turn table dial taking a lesson from Grand Master Flash who is so fresh
Suckers on stand by watching ******* flock just to get high reading Catcher & The Rye
roll up this is a hold up ain't nothing funny but the sound of the money
nothing phony I came here to get down got one foot in heaven but the others in hell
start ringing my bell (Word) I exist as a vapor then I am no more
got to grab some lotion off of Petty Coat Junction so what's your function
learning a lesson in confessing leaves you second guessing
so follow your dreams and eat some delicious ice cream my beauty queen
got to wax that *** fine right from behind peeps do shine got me in a bind
every day I'll climb up the ladder raps getting fatter enough of this chatter

He loved alcohol

more than your love

Like ever guy ,he said

those words that made you cave in

Guess he thought it was enough

To make it work

To fall in love



But now here's the turn of event

NIne months later

There's a baby

And another lady

You see it was so fast

You seem it was so dumb

Now your living in regret

Wishing everything was like when you were friends,

Now he's walking out the door

Leaving you with a two-year-old

**** how's it going to be

You with a baby at seventeen

Time to start over again

And you lay there with a broken heart

All this is tearing you apart



Years later your still running away from the pain

Coming home after dark

Smoking ****, puffing it up and doing other drugs,

Your used to coming home seeing

All the hidden pain

You keep denying

But keep on trying

Yet your lying to yourself

Pitying and saying ' I'm by myself'

And your praying to God

To never fall in love

But at the same time you don't believe in

The man up above



Your daughter has grown

Shes the beauty to the guys

The apple to the eye

She's everything you wanted to be

Shes got the A's and B's to succeed

And for that you have jealousy

She loves you

You hate her

You hitting her

Letting your boyfriend play her

But she still loves you and forgives you

But this sweet getsure disgusts you

To you she's so different

Now the cycle has started again

and to this there is usually no good end

Check one on the mic I'm about to bite
a victim of race spread out your Peyton place
let me take you down to the hood
this is where you get the real lessons in life
Hustlers pimping their rides
******* screaming cause their fix is dreaming
the place where you get the good blow
I should have come here years ago
out of its silence its a game of violence
guns being drawn out in your face
for some its a social disgrace
still you can learn about how true rap pops
boogy down to your socks just like Scott Lerock
its their you will sift through the latest trends
such as Fetty Wap blowing up the scene
then their are those people who are very mean
the streets can either make you or break you
For me I'm a spin master in my social disaster
Breaking down rhymes in my frying pan
Sticking up for the one's who say," Yes We Can"
Instead of keep sticking it to the man with the plan
You need a heart that's filled with gold
So you will do what you are told until the very rights to you are sold
It's like a jungle sometimes but it makes me wonder
blasting out tracks like Stevie Wonder
your a bundle of joy out holding your own
paying the bills cheap thrills in the back of the car
Learn from your mistakes son & it will make you go far
Only one life is soon to be done only what's done out of love will last
Nobody get a free pass we all have free will
Rap is for winners turning sinners to saints
turning hate to love from the warm hand up above
so keep your dope joint clean if you know what I mean
a winner is just another loser that falls down but gets up & gives it one last try...

Night People

it was starting to rain on the night that we first decided
a choice to visit a nearby cemetery with friend
sadly a few attended
there was a crypt in a center of the grounds

Darkened black tombstones all around us
you could hear a pin drop
we brought along much alcohol to quench our taste
through the duration of our time spent we starred into space

we were just night people looking for some fun
Suddenly a hush of silence filtered through are conversation,
A creepy figure appeared in front of us with eyes of fire
we all screamed and vanished quickly into the night

a black cat was spotted that sent quite a fright
the stranger was non other then a bag man named Frank
he wanted a sip or to cause he knew that we drank
yet the party was over and back to are homes we would go

Later on that evening I heard a knock on the door
as I slowly opened there was no one there to be found
in my despair it occurred to me I had nothing to wear
Bare *** naked I would search around yet nothing to be found

the night can sent quite a fright
creatures of habit in their ceremonial way
Quench the desire the fate of a care,
never again will I be so kind to a graveyard hermit that robbed me blind....

I was just sitting having a cup
Of coffee suddenly !
Your spirit came to me
Oh, so strongly

No, words can describe it
I let it lead me as I will
in the future also
These inner feelings of yours

Are magnificent !
Continually growing stronger
from day to day unending
My inner feelings for you are love

Yes, as time passes I find
I have misplaced inner feelings
Elsewhere !
And hurt again this hurt never ceases !

crack pipe out on the street
old man peeing off to side
condoms in war zones we call schools
the righteous get torn by the wicked
a woman in need
shapes dreams from her hair my pretty child
choose the day the night is far too spent
creatures lurk for a new fix
cops in cars the local bars
never saw a woman so alone

yet in the distance their stands a God who knows
bust up the beat to increase it's tempo
eyes, hands & face
best to live life by faith
we have come this far not to turn back now
can't turn around when your hands on the plow
children crying so alarming
an old woman sips on her cherry wine
blue jeans with a caress for the test
radiate a circus clown smile

still to know all the great while in the ghetto
their are faces you should know
no mere shoulder to cry
a valiant passerby
the taste of fumes coming from the blast
no one get by on any free pass
at a glance Chinese men struggle to mix words,
the weightless cavity of bargian basement pews
still without a clue
their are shadows that block the vortex

a wanderer exposes himself
couples run in the night naked to peak
the quiet breeze beneath the leaves
a fight breaks out over a spilled glass of ***** and tonic
trying to reclaim the logic have you forgotten
Ben Laden with the twin towers coming down
not another Justin Beiber song,
I think I'll pack it in buy a pick up head out to L.A.
find a places to call my own make a brand new day
reflections
Kanye West, Shug Knight & Snoop
loose lips sinks ships take some time to move those hips

Trump in his ivory tower
little fat boy from North Korea
o.k. it's getting deeper
no more Pop Rocks just plain Veggie sticks so get a grip
the orientation of new hustlers pimping their ride
it's justice for all in a know it all society
something is blinding them
running to & fro

Lift Up The Banner Of Love

lift up your heads don't be misled
through days of reached cadence let loose
don't be a reck lose to the shoes
yesterdays news will sing its blues
we must be willing to choose
light of all knowing laughter with peace
spreading the great news with dancing feet

columns of pillars languished as gold
beautiful notion of time to unfold
heroes block the vortex of the eye
a straddling passerby
why does one equate logic with fear
all should draw so ever near
all in fun with good cheer

beautiful duration of a souls fixation
tempers of fire blowing up in its fullest desire
a pathway to peace with sorted dancing fet
a good way to meet & greet
love has languished promises bares a promise
in the long run filtered through the sun

Hope springs a new
On a cloud in heaven
Stand a heavenly little angel
With mere beauty of crystalized light
Golden emblems encrusted their frame
Sweet songs drifting to a very faint whisper
Eyes, hands & face
A real message sent down to earth
To care for those lonely souls all alone
There beauty is a surprise to encounter
Slipping through locked doors to appear
Many have shed a tear to numb the inner pain
Causing accidents not to happen
They appear in the form of brightened miracles
We see them with a heart all a glow
Come to the birth of a new born baby
Come to servicemen who just joined the navy
You will see them at a graveyard setting
Even among gamblers who do there betting
There all around us you see
For all of life is but a mystery

Jesus Christ died almost 2,000 years ago. On the cross for all the world to see. What was his prayer what was his final plea ? "Father forgive them for they know not what they do". He said the prayer not the rest is p to you ? He is knocking outside each of your hearts door today. Whosover believes in him will not perish but have eternal life (John 3 vs. 16). He was spread eagle on Calvary. Taking the heavy blows, insults & spit in his face. They pulled his beard and put a thorned crown upon his head. Yet he suffered for everyone's sin by dying a terrible death. Yet in three days he rose again. With power on high from the Holy Spirit. Just bow your heads and repeat after me : Lord Jesus, I repent of my sins,. Realizing I can't save myself. Come into my heart and I make yo my Lord ans savior. (Welcome to the family of God ! Read your bible daily. Join with others in a bible based church. Pray and share the good news to others of your salvation to others. Amen

Word

word onto men left me to pretend bull's eye in the sky sweet lulaby
nature has a way to pretty words to display...
hallow leaves to comfort the soul painted on from years ago
wide eyed comfort out of a fragrance;
sweet loving fragrance...

Hello, you maybe stuck in a hotel room today wrestling with the meaning of life. You tried ***, drugs & rock and roll but nothing seems to fill the inner void in your soul. Friends, come to a realization in life of something greater then self. He took the blows on himself so that you don't have to. His sacrifice was enough please come to him today & don't delay. There is always a friend with Jesus Christ. Love is the very essence of my inner existence please join me in prayer now: Lord Jesus, come into my life I'm surrendering all that I have to you. Please fill my heart with your tender love. Confessing my many sins to you that you paide for on the cross. Please come into my life & I make you my Lord & savior Jesus Christ. Friends if you meant those words from your heart I believe you got born again. Join a faithful church that puts God first in all things. You will all be richer for it. In Jesus Name, Amen