blisters on my temple the latent swan emerges cancelling its fig
as a man I thought I was in engrossed wandering through a yankee smile
*** dripped under the sink sorry to give you time to think
driven by a donkey loose in fixtures so that you can deliver
masquerade in a tulip zone firm to the end let me explain
caught up in reality getting squeezed below the knees
grab for the shining surplus in such a dream...,

in view of my poetry got to stay cool in such company
fancy in timeless plight in view towards blight,
rehearsed to a second Nova drive in the interpass
stop drinking soda the current closes through a mercury wire

a chance at a refreshing rant
drop the kids safely at home
deliver the goods that endless fire
blown up in the most purest desire

A view from a far...
on lady's spent torn reality the screen is clean
a brother with an afro teaches you places to go bust up the beat to promote its timeless tempo
seek truth with all of your heart the mere medicine of the soul,
longing every discovering places to go,
a clown in a circus our nations finest
consider the dream that holds men back
headed back from the memory as far as I could see...

A view from a far...
Trump the neighborhood hunk
Nancy Pelosi 78 never skips a beat
the trade to enhance a noon day smile
mixed with silver stand still & deliver
haunted by the memory as far as building on my legacy
teacher, teacher, Obama is speaker getting 100, 000 from every event he speaks
turned below out of control it pays to lay hold of king,

a poet watches while waiting in its agrovating
smile turns into laughter prepared for the great here after
lone said I to hear the fawn of a hush lulabye,
a leader can be a bronzed follower,
Dig deeper and richly share to facilitate another...
some people have to go through actual hell before they enter heaven,
captivated by a New York smile filtered in the while days are confused view sorrow eye
my words are deep my soul is pure we **** through water that travels through,
ivy storm of a brisk inhabitant bringing a swift cabinet...,

A view from a far in times that breath selected from every known captivity,
it is customary to hold the seat up never to sit on anyones *** start thinking of me
as a child we sit in the buster seat stand grim and complete,
still the prisons are filling up just don't drop the soap,
a Chinese visitor took a crap on the urinel faces in the window storms in the night
these are barren lands just aim to talk with the Uncle Sam
everybody has a price another chance at which to roll the dice
pocket beasts and remedy come and sit next to me you look so very funny
aiming at the sky to please we often go deep
Deeper then ever before you touch bae at the neighborhood store
where wood and sought after chemicals blend makes me shaped as a brand new man

Mister Rogers Neighborhood nothing fun as being in the hood you anser good
pealed back the curtain on such a new days blind kissing my fat behind,
together forever we embrace the arts then draw bridges to delegate forgiveness
can I get a witness as busy as a visit come assist with us,
sought out barricade fleshly squeezed lemonade

A Vision Within

bat the ball
one week to disolve...
leaky fan,
toward the character to sell
built upon a city on high
nicely Detroit
a heros grief
back & forth...

two hearts that bleed

shaped from the tiny fragmentation of the impulse in my mind
blinded by the mere silence in its brigade of solemn tenderness
alone I sit on a high hill visually seeing the passerbys visit then leave
a quaint encounter to the vast duration of negate circumstances
all of life is a test each of us is caught up in its fix you see
out of sincere necessity one is willing in which to achieve
the heavy garb of compromise is suddenly removed from there eyes
does it come at any big enough surprise the closing of the door
another window will appear this time very clear
light & love


hands, eyes & feet
shadows block the vortex in my magestic thoughts
once again I'm on a raft near the shore I suddenly get tired falling into a sleep
next I know I'm out in the middle of the sea away from know civilization
life hits us hard when we least axpect it to
many have bitten off far more then they could ever chew
sullen brevity
the quill is a welcoming mat for all to enter
a heart saturated with truth will withstand the truest test of time
sublime

many times we have to come up for air
a little folding of the hands and then
hopefully you will understand
yet a heart will not beat something it clearly can't
the mere notion of love is not for the faint hearted
love permeates a soul vested existence
with columns of lavender torn in its vested mockery
we now come suddenly to a close for I never felt like this before
you were all I was living for

today I walked along the beach and heard a still but small still voice behind me
frantic, it was a surreal moment of anxiety but entered peace through its bend
the voice continued, "Seek me above all things lay hold of my stregnth & salvation".
Wandering I through a rock into the surf I headed toward my blanket & rested
the hours felt in twilight amidst the density of the twilight hour of meditation
took my hand made for me to take flight to understand the masters plan you see
thoughts permeated through my head as I thought I was the flame of the living dead
for then I lied down and my sleep was sweet

giving cadence toward the day onto a heightened pier near the rocks
overhead seagulls fly and the sight of the Albatross passing
remember me in times such as these cling free to me
love lingers on with the faint of a song
the setting of the sun
Awake

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

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

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

Theirs is a  strange art, the weaving of
Air and sound into a weightless tapestry
Hanging in the church, a vibrating cloth free
Of sorrows that clothes men with God's love

Strange, strange is the shuttle of sound that moves
In and out, out and in around the key
Thread of beats in time, the time that he
Draws to weave a cloth of sound for another

This is the strangest art, weaving of time
And sound into a cloth one cannot feel
With the hands; we can only touch
It with the ears and soul

A rime is a poor needle with which to thread such
A cloth
How can such a needle seal ?

how more we stunk released the mount cherish the scone
litter billions with a wooden spoon a wooden voice
shake to the bird out in the tree to be accused
central air one word of care  to swallow its curse
believe in bees captivated through the trees
walk toward the hills discovered the means
locked beside an egg white shell

Black woods behind the old house,
In front a sloping field of oats;
Above a cloud curves in soft sky
like a silver ball, centered
against the cloud, beating with
Severe, painful clarity...,

The wing of the wounded swan
Below on the old wooden balcony
A young man with white hair
his face the enigma of time

like a portrait in an old medallion
he narrows the oblique eyes
Warmed by the light Wolcott sun
hammered by the heavy light sun

Hammered ivy the storms
poet who writes the hearts dialogue
behind the house the woods grow into night
And wild oats by crazed in dream...

Unknown until this time,
He has become a knowledge of the heart

Baby Stars

Stars, crisp in the deep plot
pulling off, late snow clouds
clean themselves
The river lerts loose the carp,
cughs beneath its frozen part

Drippings on ther reoof hit ther gutter,
Ice branches ripped off in wind are waterborne,
In the house, a rim of  cheese is quiet
There...,

is a chunk of lard to be rendered

I should hang pails on ther trees and wait for sugar
I want to tie off their time like a birth cord
chewed broken in a proud woman's teeth
My navel is gone, the moon up,
in a month or two my brerasts will be in pain

Out here  a woman wonders...
And if she has no man her arms get strong
When serasons charge she can't believe
there will ever be milk in her body

Ever believe there will be someone
asking something from her

you want to plan a ****** ?
your mind is racing
its the cause for religion
in certain circles running

Light of illumination
who gets the getaway car ?
running through loop holes
in vested portals,

the glamour girl with big florescent eyes
a vast mirage to the never world
the whole host of togetherness
yet we still barter for socks

a derision of a laundry basket filled
toilet paper down to the final roll
we clasp our hands then long to amuse
outside we see the backyard fence

broken bottles line the vast expanse of its decorum
the conclaves of caged barbaric remnants ensue
what has become of the earth
what has become of her pale sister

let us bask in the vast array of logical persuasion
come to the inner realization that you are light
a beacon of hope to a hurting world in search of love
the varnished creatures are all in search of blood

taunting through the exploits all alone
yet searching for a new way to discover
its the in tuned harmony to the hidden beasts reality
society has lost its way in the night

sounds of laughter once filtered through the air
today we are left with a toast of sullen brevity
time will tell when the water will boil
a challenge to be free is a question of time

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

In caged fury
Many belong in a padded cell
Now I have a great story to tell
There once was a mission from a prison
For two guys named Amos & Andy
In carpenter class they stole a file
At night they worked on the tile
Although many days have passed
They still had every reason to grasp
A reason to escape call it fate
Then one day Andy broke the tile block free
Off went Amos and Andy
Crawling through the corridor
The pair managed to find a door
It was then they saw the lights of freedom
Slipping over the barbed wire
Amos cut his foot
Dripping blood he managed to make it to a nearby stream
There he washed his wound clean
So they went on there journey free
Later Andy got busted for selling whiskey
As for Amos he lived a life of a king down in Mexico
Andy never told the authorites where his friend would be
Another fast break from the penitentiary

learn to dance
a chance at romance
without a glance
years ago let the truth be told
got to put things in perspective
some are very often left captive
we all must know the truth for ourselves
put that book right back on the shelf
lift up your senses
bask in the vast expanse
may have to change my residence
searching through loop holes we will get *** holes
many years ago
let the truth be told
that's how I roll
through the duration of time
we have created a rhyme
all must stand in line
patience is a virtue
therefore gain wisdom
light & love
rich words from above
we each must never go under

B-B-Bubba-Batman!
Now things are clear,
Four more dead comic men and no more fear.
I’m the top bank robber,
Nobody can now snitch on me.

Cut five ways,
Joker kills the bus driver.
Steal from the mobsters,
And walk away and get away with it.

**** the batman,
Easy to do?
If the Joker’s good at something,
He gets paid for it too.

Master Wayne too,
What a preposterous and uber-pompous,
Bug-a-boo!
But wow – nice bat-suit!

B-B-Bubba-Batman!
Now things are clear,
Four more dead comic men and no more fear.
I’m the top bank robber,
Nobody can now snitch on me.

Cut five ways,
Joker kills the bus driver.
Steal from the mobsters,
And walk away and get away with it.

**** the batman,
Easy to do?
If the Joker’s good at something,
He gets paid for it too.

Master Wayne too,
What a preposterous and uber-pompous,
Bug-a-boo!
But wow – nice bat-suit!

As life's burdens collapse on my shoulders
And reality knocks me off my feet
I realize that time has again arrived
to escape to my beach retreat

I feel the closest to my Lord possible
as the golden sand envelops my toes
Here I enjoy our sacred relationship
as my spiritual faith in him grows

Witnessing waves breaking into a clear blue sky,
Tell me, who could ask for more ?
What better place to relish God's work
than sitting on the ocean's shore

I have yet to outgrow my beach retreat
in spite the years that I grow older
I'll always associate the beach as a refuge...
A place where I can encounter the vast meaning of life

a place to lean on my Lord God's shoulders.

Be A Friend

Be a channel of strength
Through the power of prayer

When you’re silent
Sometimes we complain and lament
Be a channel of strength
Lord grant us patience
Give us peace
In times of toil
Be a channel of strength
Make us captives loyal

In times of doubt and fear
Draw us near
Be a channel of strength
Through the power of prayer

When you’re silent
Sometimes we complain and lament
Be a channel of strength
Lord grant us patience

Be Blessed
Beautiful picturesque scenery you have painted here with your words....And your last stanza summarizes it all...We see God's Divine Technology and Art set before us every day....live and in action....Beautiful birds...flowers...butterflies...etc ....endless list...Thanks so much for writing and sharing this piece...Be Blessed
Be blessed my dear quest an arrow past the mess...

The inner test beyond the best
With love in the first remaining kiss
Savor with a kiss,
A kiss wink the benefit grip

Poetic stanza broke through the next mess
carry through the latest clue a given glue
bury your head in the pillow grip a next mix

In the beginning of time
We sought out a rhyme that would make things begin to shine
Each of us has been given a real talent to discover
We all must look within deep inside
Love is  a funny thing you know
We all must be willing to show
Teddy bears and a Easter smile
Chocolate's and the distant call of the wild
Summer dreams with rich tasting ice cream
Yet it's the begin the begun
A day out walking in the sun having fun
Way back when you were a little child
Making sand castles at the beach
Trying  to catch that frisbee so out of reach
Soft kisses under the moonlight glow
A chance to show how much you really care
Life is made up with certain moments like these
Set your mind of for a sail
Knock you to your knees
Snap shot memories of your past
Having so  much fun with a hope that it would last
For love has begin the begun


The salt air at the beach
Seagulls flock overhead
Voices in my head
Telling me to go to the fare
It was there i shed a tear to numb the inner pain
Not having her in my arms was driving me insane
Carmel apples, fritters & the smell of fry doe
Vendors cheering you on
The band was playing your favorite song
Take a chance at the raffle
Sledge hammer game is my favorite
Memories like these we want to savor it
Then onto the ****** with fire works
A kiss on your boo boo cause you know it hurts
We were all created for certain times like this
Forget about your problems its quite all right to dismiss
Begin the begun is one drop in my bucket list

through the duration of time to think sublime
heroes are made through like hellos
the wrestling with the window
one to embark on its solstace
throughout the duration of time so fine
with love to climb upon
long lines formed in desolation
burst inside with appreciation
live long &  prosper
keep your mind in heavenlies
illusively through a dream
meadows are plain in view
horizons of beautiful personifications
each door we close there's always one opened
search your heart to help impart the meaning
believe in hope
so far to cope
down to your last thin rope
love has hope we can share
let's look above to the heavenly love
sare with others a brand new you

You can't be all things to all people but you can let the sun shine in.
Choose to become a beacon of light to a lost world in need of love.
If we all pitch in and do are part we could light the inner spark to where we need to go
Stop all hatred & negativity inside many hide behind four walls that bind
Let's choose to be accountable for are actions in this life.
If we choose to live by sight we will loose the right pathway of faith towards God.
See brother faith without works is dead if not exercised.
One has to first perceive it in order to fully achieve it.
it takes baby steps one day at a time to reach the top of the mountain
If you have faith as tiny as a mustard seed you can say to the mountain move and it must move for you.
By sitting idle on the sidelines of life this will accomplish nothing
We move by actively engaged in working out our faith to fully demonstrate this accomplishment
Only one life is soon to be passed only what's done out of love will last.

Proned to inner fear we shed a tear from a heavy blow
Shadows torn in mere desolation willingly appear
For I shed a single tear to help numb the inner pain
While all the waiting world is totally insane
Standing behind pillars in time will turn to salt
We smash mouths exploding against the wall
The decorum looks modest at first then the push
A certain fixed ember from the closed shiver
The belly of the beast sounds the alarm to come home
With painted glass of an illusion across it's form
Some may even curse the very day they were born
Torn helpless in the emergency ward with long lines
Working today can give anyone a heart attack
We claim the moments filled with snap shot memories
Of certain faces that will leave viable traces
The belly of the beast explodes in mere celebration
It's gravitational pull may bring some down
With the sudden applause of thunder feeling restless & alone
Painted faces as if they are socially wandering wizards among us
Scattered fragments on the midnight moon all a glow
The surface of the moon is now stuck in the middle of decay
The ancients prayed to be set free from such a scene yet
We dine alone never intended for any luxury exposed
Out of tragic circumstances we all must live to take part of the dance

hidden below the deep dark extremities of the afterlife
there is a bucket
many choose to dismiss this but I must clearly confess
it is put there for the many tears to flow
just underneath the barbed wire existence
hidden in the undertow
a lost world where sin will go
burning debris of sulfur from the serpent
demonic emblems unleashed to create havoc
underneath the false hidden garb of lies
the bucket at times will change its colors from grey to black
when its fully under attack
the weeping, wailing & gnashing of teeth
not a good way to go in its vast misery
why does one equate logic with fear
I shed a single tear to numb its inner pain
the outside world is totally insane
Below there's a bucket to catch fallen fears
it holds the sullen brevity of what is of negativity
in my vast dream I saw it turning
while lost souls were suddenly burning
to quench the desire for Satanic clamor
shattered with lone disaster you must be prepared
to meet in the great here after
below there's a bucket full of dread
what is going on inside are head
falling angels in search of blood
the vast expanse of a real gulf fix
getting caught up in the mix
with a pilgrims progress we are to tread
this among the walking dead lying in bed
a final tear was dropped inside the bucket
the sounds of immense silence prone with violence
it's not a good place to go to tell
this place called the living hell

The leaders of light are now all sleeping
no more will they stand proud above the dawn
And the murderers who left the crowds all weeping
Remain alive to cast hate on and on

Every scent of fear has warnings to remember
every echo in the thunder sends new calls
Watch your step between October and December
come the new year you will find blood upon the walls

The bullets make their way to form destruction
our world will face its end quite this style
Shattered dreams are just the truth of each obstruction
And for now they gather close around the Nile

Where a man has died for being strong and bold
as he walks in dignity toward heaven’s halls
Here will rest the lasting signs of regal talent
near the death marks of the blood upon the walls

There once was someone singing to the masses
he asked for peace with grand imagination
His soul now gone, and body only ashes
the victim of a lost fool’s situation

Beware of winter’s frost and autumn’s browning
the simple sound of nature soon enthralls
When the seasons change and smiling lips are frowning
be assured it’s only blood upon the walls

There comes a day when you will seek for glory
the promised land which shows the best of times
Reality may tell a different story
it’s not for us to live between the lines

And the optimist will spend his days believing
while tomorrow speaks of destiny that crawls
For wherever love is found
beneath the evening

Scarlet morning waits with blood upon the walls

elegant are we heading off on our fantasy
Tulips through the trees a reason to believe
with what one is willing to achieve
falling apart at the seams
we feel the plush Cashmere fiber
one full up with greatest of desire

I like bread an butter I like toast & Jam
I like the brother that once said, "Yes We Can !"
when will we as a society ever fully understand
Rosetta Stone can help when you get to the end of self
put that book right back on its shelf
running playing games as if a Keebler Elf

we need help jack of all trades
making the grade fist full of nails
learn to take it all in your mast & set sail
Dan Quail knew the score other politicians are a bore
we tap into a new found friend
with whom by which one could depend
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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

two hustlers in the music scene

**** life & the means to swing

rap in the way it used to be

making sweet magic & history



gone are the days we used to wake up in a purple haze

kissing second cousin falling in a daze

like a mouse that's stuck in a maze

shattered dreams things don't seem what they mean



stick a fork in me cause I'm done

soon I'll be off to run

as a young homeboy in the hood

busting sweet rhymes like I knew he should



wouldn't care in what they said or did

busting out with a cherry bomb under a garbage van lid

***** ain't nothing but meat on the bone

I'll **** it, I'll **** it, I'll leave it alone



Sound the alarm cause I'm out shooting blanks

Two hoods in the hip hop scene

producer Shug Knight can get awful mean

Falling head long at the seams



Living in the land of mean

The freaks come out at night out of sight

Riding in there Benz popping on Depends

shattered dreams evil schemes things don't seem what they mean



See you on the flip side squeeze

I'm going to pray to God it will knock you to your knees

The bees sugar is honey and honey is sweet

I got these cool rhymes buzzing from my head down to my feet



Biggie & Tu may have bitten off far more then they could chew

Nothing knew both had high top mansions

Silver dollars with no ransom

They both had left a legacy



See the new movie out going down in history

R.I.P. my friends see you in heaven looking down

For now I'll still listen to your tracks with no frown

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

soon will fall into a ditch
to pay for their evilness
the humble thought of togetherness
there's a hero in those eyes

does it come at any surprise
to think twice
another roll of the dice
onto heavy hearts

made a brand new start
to where we need to go.

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

Blood On The Marquee
Savor host
Savior moist
Search within
thoughts of Rin Tin Tin
shallow peaks that stink
fall away from me
the clearance way from me;
within its love set free
shallow road where Chinese man ***
Blood on the marquee
water within the base of the tree
hoping someday my sweet would so kindly marry me
Blood on the marquee
some folks live in the land of make believe
source through shallow peaks
busy as a bee
come with source to marry me
unlock the key

Blood on the marquee
shallow pool with dreams;
base the pool filled with leaves;
chase back the hill one be willing to believe
blood on the marquee
see through the hills will follow me
lest, you never achieve
lobster with soda strange as getting to know you
words that clash
figure of speech
satin sheets
blood on the marquee
foreign lead
apple pie with ice cream
amuse the cat with sleeve

the streets were covered with an illusion
a vast amount of clothes we sent from the Orient in a box...
puzzled look by some passerby's
covered emblems with dashing brilliance

beneath the earth the creatures do dwell
but I have a good story to tell
the box came from the outer banks of Hell
legend has it stored in columns of writings

there was a fir trapper in line for a new position...
he was an important socialite & wanted to start a new conversation,
over a period of time he showed his face

tiny eyes with a big head with a bullet hole inside...
he was shot by accident from his uncle
yet he survived the whole ordeal
he brought up the story of the box

that night he fell into a deep sleep
only to awake to feeble minded mutants running through his head...
calling him further & wanting him dead
he lay puzzled and dismissed the whole event,

later in the morning when he arose
out the dead smack in the road was a mutant...
the fir trapper drew nearer to look
it grabbed a hold of his leg and bit him
days would pass having no reason to grasp

the trapper fell really ill & turned into a zombie mutant...
the streets got word & shot the man dead
but that wasn't the end quite yet
lest ye forget the box now in lock & chain

it suddenly opened and the streets were filled with these mutants once again
no one had a cure for the were all doomed
until the uncle from the late fir trapper appeared with a silver bullet able to **** mutants...

he loaded his gun and one by one they lay dead...
what was going on inside his head
but that was the end my friend

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

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

Headphones bleed
From the chords I believe
Were struck by the master…
The master of hands…
Of ”Ladyland”, electric
A vinyl worth the weight
Of three bricks of gold
For its’ platinum sold, and-
I could never trade that thrill
That marrow bristling chill
For a sack of dollar bills
On e-bay’s net exchange
For I may be old and strange
But am not that far deranged
And, ahhhh…the jagged mid-range tone
Sweet and smooth like sculpted stone
Before the days of cellular phones
When Jimi blew my Fosgate cones-
In acoustical bliss
With a mind-chasing hiss
Like a Boa or Cobra
In peak tone and pitch
And the demon of demons
With his tie-dye bandana
Toothpick, his stage manna
‘Sweet Decibel Demon’
Twang-god for all seasons
Of titanium tweeter domes
Disturbed watts and ohms

Nature has a delicate way toward softening the mighty blow.
"Bob Ross & Trees" extends as a delicate potrait as the basis toward the piece.
Each of us has a unique encounter in having are names up in lights. All too often we fall short in the process.
As Ross had his delicate way of speaking approach it drew us in to venture with our delicate eyes...,
Although he had passed still having every reason to grasp the mere notion of thought toward artistic relevance and excellence attained.



Bob Ross & Trees

look deep
over the horizon
a painting with a brush
the delicate way to incorporate a tree

breath deep
stand still & repeat
the thought of Mr. Bob Ross
goes before the toss

I'm without a loss
keeping it all in to manifest inside
like a glitter let it glide
Bob taught us a lot

to be a sort of smooth operator
always kept everything clean
while living in a land so very mean
colors of personification

drifting and adding
love's unfolding
the measure of the growing
a challenge to be free is a quest of time

sublime
the man with the hair
brought us great cheer
had nothing to fear

colors of red, blue & green
filled up with a marvelous scene
brought people together
no matter what the weather

Bob Ross stood up light as a feather

Body Wire

stay safe
unite the portion
Egypt immeasurable scene
come to take a part of me
chillin down by the wire
Body wire

What has become with the Earth ?
What hath become her pale sister;
see forth the China reason,
blame it on the heart spring ***** in the ground

sip on your wine
come kiss my fat behind
now stand in line
run to the ocean where you could do some fishing

licking the ***** with a wooden spoon
got junk in my trunk take some time to take a dump
Boom Chaka Latta Boom
go clean up your ******* room

got clothes upon clothes
and saving your crystal dish
playing up your nose with a rubber hose
Goochie hand bags for my lady

working all week saving up for my lady
we move to soon &we'll get jumped
took a ****** in the back room waiting to get pumped
***** ain't nothing but meat on the bone

I'll **** it, I'll **** it, I'll leave it alone
(Hook)

kiss me in the shower its my hour of power
kiss me in the shower it's my hour of power
suicide is no solution stop all that noise pollution
put your hand in the hand that stirs the water

(Hook)

Blinded bats with eyes of sulfur
viscous fangs that bite dripping blood off side
viscous fangs that bite dripping blood off side
go walk away or run and hide

Boom Chaka Latta Boom
the renegades have sealed their tomb
watch your rhymes as you go in for the ****
late night party can't pay the bar bill

look you best be taking a chill pill
so see ya on the flip side cheese
can't praise the Lord until you get down on your knees
working this rhyme just as busy as a bee

got to keep up with the law &order
look how she swings that bolder holder
six gun salute &this rhyme is over
yet its still all good cause I'm wearing my 9 on my shoulder

At first it starts with a tiny seed
then the roots spring up out of the fertile soil
preaching, teaching & service
To humbly obey is better then sacrifice

faces, spaces & traces
It unfold with an open heart
saturated with the truth of God's word
One must die to self

Pick up your cross on a daily basis
In time you will walk as a child
faith isn't intellectualized it just it
God's love for you is the great eternal constant

Accept Jesus into your heart as your personal savior & Lord
hope springs a new
Continue to confess your sins & believe
Unless one is born again he can not see the kingdom

Join a bible based church that preaches the word
pray & give tithes
Share your faith with those who are lost
create in me a clean heart and renew a right spirit within me

Only one life will soon be passed
only what's done for Jesus will last
With what time we use today will be echoed throughout eternity
God alone is enough

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

brocoli rob
smoke the hemp
the day after that mechanical man Al Gore took the stand
I couldn't cry over Bourdain
tried to see what he was up to next but it was too late
a Chinese man was in the alley taking a *** ***
just after elder Bush touched some bush he gets in trouble again
this time was his friend Dan Quayle in drag
the truth can hurt at times so refined never second guessing
I'll start professing a good cause to come clean living in a land of mean

Bourdain was for Bourdain so why should we complain
the guy was totally insane taking his own life for the sake of what ?
you make me want to throw up in mouth mouth blame, ***** & pout
the beautiful thing is when the fat lady sings but sorry it still isn't over then
got fish for frying and i'm not lying
environmental sound like Dan Quayle in a gown
stick it to the man who once said,"Yes We Can"!
more drama for your momma in comes homeboy Obama
Trump is busy working with the wall trying to stand up ten feet tall
Cold **** sorry that I missed a sacred kiss with a hero in our mist.

Brave New Touch

always the curtain
Liz T...& Charles Burton,
cold clap in the middle
sift through the burned
learn to turn a light
back in the business
shatter the leaves
clear as a screen
learn to shoulder
crazy new order
wait your turn over...
to release a solemn tune
belly on the flops
this homeboy do think a lot
gone away too soon cut
gone away too soon
gone are the days
used to frolic in a haze
pay attention to the noise

brilliant

built discuss us

the God we trust

some peril left to float


burning bridges into the city

it's like a jungle sometime

give to the barren, brilliant & divine

lift high the American queen


we travel left to admire

with words to silence onto the trouble up ahead

we nestled to clamor in the dusk to trip

today we care about where we have been


A quiet travel

twist of the tongue being unraveled

The lost queer on sunday

feelings...


A tough second hand travel

last American idiot

Stop this hate. Stop this killing. Stop this
talking. Stop this watching. Stop this dislike
of color of humanity. Like you and me can do
something about it. Let's do something. Let's
change the things that we can. Listening to
what our children have to say, let's love. Let's
read to our children, let's read. What's! to
read? If you look at their little faces, you will
see, the need to read. Maybe a poem, a story
of love, the bible, or sing a song. It starts at
home. You can see. You can hear the crying
in the street, You can feel the hurt in your
heart before you hear the news. Oh, they are gone, and what a good child. We
will say. I saw them out of school one day. I
saw them in a place that they shouldn't have been.
I saw them with a cigarette. What did I
do? What did I say? I closed my eyes and went
on my way. What did I do? What did I say? I
could have given some love and understanding.
Stop this hate, stop this hate.
Let's give love instead.
Innocent I am just an innocent baby, just arrived on your planet
I was born in sin my flesh is weak
God knows it's
I was born with a gift of love,
My mother used to tell me that she loved me, and I
Was special gift from God,
I am going to take my love and fling it all over the universe
When my love touches you, you will know it.
The feeling that I will leave with you,
You won't have any doubt about it,
For you will be awaking up at dawn and think it is morning,
And wake up in the morning and think it is midnight
And wake at midnight and think it is dawn.
For you will know that I am here for my love is
Innocent, and real, and you will know it's, for I
Arrived here! And know it!

Broken Diamond

The perfect diamond I could give you
Was the one you could not wear
It brought the biggest smile
When you were the only one to share

All the brilliance and the dazzle
It shone brighter than the stars
And we all know that diamonds
Are the hardest rock of all

Yet the diamond that I gave you
Was gentle, strong, yet soft
It was broken and shattered
Because I gave you-my heart

Broken diamond in the dust
Left to tumble, left to rust
All the pieces have turned gray
This broken diamond tumbles astray

Brown Lipstick In The Corporate Arena

mark the man willing to explore
every effort was made to refuse me
we have a fix amount to thought in the way of threads
Zappa, mothers of invention...
at some point we get are budget from fans buying a newer record

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

remember thee
in my castle by the sea
bionic flesh opportunity
listen to the flow of please
cobwebs stretched apart of its course
walk with me through the flames of destiny
able to please...,

suffer inside with everything to hide
the whole host of business inside come along for the ride
remember thee in times as these
falling apart at the seams

Mickey D's
below the oceanic breeze
flight of the Albatross needs
blended falling away proned to be
lovingly, through the promise of catastrophe,

cereal buster
a kiss from your maker
building blocks of ***
inside we waste are breath by doing what we please

shelter lies dormant onto its beckoning plow
hence the cause for the know it all
near noise pollution
carry through the base illusion,

couples naked frozen in time
a drink of peach, rosemary & thyme
an explosion to the mind
report to a porch swing

sit with me beside the frail rigid sea,
fill our hearts with everything nice
covers from a soul apprentice ease the flow
my darling that was so many years ago

a kiss underneath the mistletoe
frantic said I thing or evil
the coyote prance to the beat
a variance unglued

spread the noise
whats the difference by hitting a frantic nerve
the smell of oceanic words
the bruised element stayed near to the tropics

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.