Did you ever look back on a time when you were out of your mind over someone and wonder if your mouthwash had been replaced with **** water?
Some say slavery is ******* relief venture through the trees far & fast...
The Brave heart along with Satan's wife come apart with thee
Trees...soap & make believe
Surely, the surprise is kept within me charge the curtain & thief,
Branded marshall...search from deep within...outside my pillow tree...

Stop the anxiety inside of you & me
A horse to breed..saddle in the make believe
Stop the chaos built on the fire decor breathe
chapter hill from my toll another game to ploy

Most  welcome  so  many  are  crying  out  for the  government  to make  everything right  but  it  wont  and  will never  be  solved  by them  it is  within  each  of us  to  make this  world  a  better  place  and  if  we  each  work on  our  individual  neighborhood's  their is  no reason  we  cant    start  showing  this  starting  even  today,

Feel the breeze outside their ur trees made are way  through it's toxic debris

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 ?

there is a strange list
to ther wet reanger of clouds
stroking our fields;
heavy pheasants were
high in ther wind, high over
currernt shrubs, unknown grain

Old trees moan like a boat,
wer call their branches witch arms
They toss worn gloves at us
as if we are ready to be

shoverlerd over with dirt
Pulling damp bedding
from clips, running
great straw baskets to ther house,

Silvere-berllierd grasses lift
their cat fur, could spit
blotching us wer hurrey
Veins of wind light, we see

their color of blood

for an hour we lean on north walls
wearing blankets, ther house underwater
we see ourselves circler through
streets, gripping shingles
caught in ther highest breanchers
rising from their water, fish claws,
But all this wind
hits ther barelery field and dies

What can wash away my sin
nothing but the blood of Jesus
we have created the vain lives that we lead
society watch as you bleed

the beat of the clock to watch the grand tick tock
God's unmerited favor
not of yourselves it is a gift from God
one seed was dropped out of a farmer's bag

in time roots sprang up out of the fertile soil
a plant sprouted from the ground
shadows break apart the morning dew
God's love for us is the great eternal constant

amidst all the inconsistencies of your daily walk
when the ninety nine sheep were in the fold
God's heart was with the one that was lost
let's look above to the heavenly love

merciful one come take this chip off my shoulder
stop the senseless fighting before are nation grows colder
never relent to ever give up on the fight
faith isn't intellectualized it just is

a beacon of light to a much hurting world in need
how you fought so hard and fierce
my one true 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 it's going to my head
sitting up at night all alone in bed
following the rainbow to the sky

I see a beautiful vision of you pass me by
our war were in is almost over
it's so hard to believe I lost my lover
loving you is so untrue that's why I must say to you

your to young to fall in love if you don't stop you'll just get shoved

Flames of Gold

Just like the famed Kidd Capre I'm out here building up my sweet legacy
Have you ever been down to the lowest pit & you realized no one gives a ****
life can be so strange when your out here playing with the rap game
it used to be something maybe its a thing of the past that rhyme would last
steady as my hand creates the melody with creative bars of variety
many just do what they please when their out spreading the disease
sugar is sweet so sweet like honey I'm going to be the man bringing home the money
nothing phony its all been done before the crowd outside is cheering for more
but i wear my sunglasses at night to see the light of the police cars I got bars
chosen to mix I must confess that life is one big test got to get this

the streets are so phony when your broke with no money offering no opportunity
as a casual calamity getting stuck in the middle playing second fiddle
got to watch my rhymes falling in the right lines the ab, ab, ab sequence
better watch your step I'm here to confess I'm still the crowd pleaser don't want nothing else neater...
with flames of gold you will do as you are told until the very rights to your are sold
all the world is a stage and the people are actors like your playing a game of the X Factor
The Ghetto peeps be blasting their stereo folks are pimping their rides where you get the good blow...
meeting peeps for a block party with burgers and beer having your forty in your glory
The Ghetto folks think they know ya even from the girl that blown ya
nothing can take you higher where you can flirt with the fire

Arm me with harmony as I then approach the valley folks are kind a stuck up with their noses in the air..
The rich become richer the quick become quicker just don't call me late for dinner
From the high class they can kiss my *** cause I'm proud of where I came not pulling any names...
Graduation, ex communication & bringing home the bacon
Intellectuals, Philosophers & no it alls together no matter what the weather i'm as light as a feather...
so let me tie this all together where all the melting *** of society suckers playing in the game of reality
from all colors & denominations best we all take a break on a long vacation
so why are you sweating when i'm confessing how true rap truly shines
to all of my critics you see you can kiss my fat behind cause hustlers want to **** me and ******* want to be with me cause this is my reality

Out of the mere solace there springs forth a silence
cold hearts plunge in it's beautiful interludes
A beacon of light for a hurting world in need
sorted Lavender grace upon the Peyton Place

We filled slowly into the auditorium
faces fixed on what was being said
For I shed a tear to numb the pain
Not having you in my arms was driving me insane

faces, hands & feet
Shadows beckoning call asunder
A harp was being played
we could see his majestic throne

Alone taunt the fragile imagination in my frame
a soul vexed solution for the mentally insane
A message of grace seasoned with salt
Flowers from heaven can't be bought

A free gift to the undeserved
to flourish in the vast intoxication
May need a rest on a long awaited vacation
A red rose that was plucked a time before

Our tender hearts will soar through the opened door
a feeling of ambiance through the room
Destined to lavish this upon are hearts
awake to watch the white angelic dove fly high

A challenge to be free is a question of time

love is in the air
burning rubble
make my Martini strong like on the double
pierced right through the skin
perched up high as in the raven
penetrate as words adore in motion
penetrate as words adore;
music in the twilight of the air
there is was...

through lies of its deepest temptation
bold as to my dear brother
the over weight lover undercover
Bernie Sanders and the flag
Vito from Sapranos

Yet there in the distance the raven
Edgar Allan Poe had every right to know;
A trip to love a time before
fly in the sky
black as satin gloves

Magic breathes life in our hearts
Destiny resides in our souls
Our path now shimmers unshadowed by the night
With one embrace partnered by a tender kiss, the bounds

of time and distance crumble through fingers like drifting
grains of sand
Dream time is the place where I am alive
Green eyes ripple into lipid pools where miracles draw me

to your heart
I am free to swim by your side until the sun sets and
rises with you again

Magic breathes life in our hearts
Destiny resides in our souls
Our path now shimmers unshadowed by the night
With one embrace partnered by a tender kiss, the bounds

of time and distance crumble through fingers like drifting
grains of sand
Dream time is the place where I am alive
Green eyes ripple into lipid pools where miracles draw me

to your heart
I am free to swim by your side until the sun sets and
rises with you again
Life is my dream

I love you

Fond Remembrances

The months, the years, so swift pass by
And often, I have pondered as to why
We can't slow them as they fly
Some moments, to savor longer

Many pleasant times that I recall
When I wasn't very old at all
Flat on my back to grass I'd fall
To watch cotton clouds, float by

Then other times, from memories sweet,
At end of day with summer's heat,
My dad would bring us kids a treat
And let us make some sodas

But now we're older, me and you
Unsure of what it is we do
To retain the warmth of love so true
With which our Lord, has blessed us

These are the good old days, my dear,
That we'll recall in distant year
A soft, sweet song is what we'll hear
As we remember them, together

under the darkened layers of silk & lush
we can commence in a push
filter through soup bowls with moss in the undertow
you unleashed the lion in me
caged barbaric creatures having little eyes
the immense silence toward its bitter violence
dark deranged dungeon with pillars of vast exploits
feeble minded zombie mutant creatures come in search of blood
in the vast perpetual time between matter and space
we get a taste of vanquished ***** in bright yellow asps
the seal on the door that leads to the underground is locked
one needs to negate the notion of spineless agitation
why does one equate logic with fear
I shed a single tear to numb the inner pain
the warden of the dungeon calmly opened to lock
only to reveal vast shivers down one's spine
a time revealed with swords of armor on the influx of its residue
we climbed in further only to discover
a draw bridge that brought creatures in to infest there mind with evil dread
the cosmic collision of a puzzle made for the walking dead
viscous fangs dripping blood off side we run away to hide
only to get closer as never before to the underground
there in the center lies a barrage of infested rodents chewing on vile matter
with a barrage of waste that taunts the madness in my mind
for i have seen enough turning to the warden he locked the door once again
at night i slept but was awakened by a viscous noise coming from under my bed
a stir of emotions came rustling through my extremeties
I was naked and all alone then the silence dissapeared to the knock on my door
for it was the warden warning me that the creatures were once again loosed in the city
I was beside myself but I realized that these creatures hated water so I came with buckets
one by one I was able to lure the creatures back to the naggot infested dwelling
all was left was a zombie that I barely couldn't see
throughout the duration of time the warden reassured me that all was well
the remedy of this madness is to have water handy then everything would be gravy.

a blast of whiskey the summon of the king to appear
a real encounter with Elvis & Zepplin,
from the early 70's sparks a calm to remedy
three at the bar forced to civality..,
under thick chains received
band was on the run kissing cousins all so much fun
these are the years sparked by tears,
throuw a quater in the fountain
some rich peeople choose to through the ashes in a fountain
base they are rich you see falling...calling out the remedy,
sit back ******* with a higher degree
your name is encrusted as distant timber under the leaves
Terror awaits the slogan a notion to rock & roll
splishing and splashing with no place to go,
bust up the beat to promote its tempo

Music across the pond,
a hint to vainly belong
having trouble to the new walk swing
then it rolls its nature from with again
I can dig the premonition from the falling rain,
Stairway To Heaven
not a one stop shopping event to a routine store stop seven eleven
paint a picture from beyond,
leaves None other then Motorhead, "Ace Of Space" !
brother pray for me brother connect to the falling leaves
transport a super couper honest Alice Vinny Cooper
cast a Flamingo
traverse to haunt the cold chilled places to go
through a river to impress a polished kit cement

Such an encounter in 1969 Jimmy Hendrix and his Experience
in the bushes forced on *** sorry that we met
not a noble jib to eternailze,
playing Star Spangle Banner
In the heavens beyond the moon has landed...

Mercedes Benz a good look always depends
the horse before the cart found a tisk & tasket
Safe behind a squeeky wheel
Expression
Innovatiion
In conjunction to fly
with words crossing by

For I Exist II

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

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

Ladies, You Need A Double Dose Of The Holy Ghost If that Don't Jell Put On Some Berry White. Kick your heels up & draw up a bubble bath. Light a nice candle with fragrance to fill the room. We need to return to our first love of romance. God didn't make us to be a stoic or a grumbling child of his. No Jesus poured down his many talents and riches upon you to be blessed. With your fine self. Then relax again with some Keith Sweat or soft tunes of Kenny G. Be the real lady that you are on the inside. Don't try to hide away your gold. Shine your full light onto everyone you see. Only one life is soon to be passed only what's done out of love will last. You were created in the very image of God. So hold your head up high & smile. Be brave when a man looks deep into your eyes then he can see his future filled up with hope for a better tommorow. Amidst the given sorrow. Amen

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

whispers...
in the night send quite a bit of fright
yesterday dreams of eating vanilla ice ceam
outside in the street hearing people scream

going shadow boxing & I'm not lying
getting busy in my crib got fish that's frying
years ago let the truth be told,
you will do what you've been told until the rights to you are sold

getting busy & free to lay every single day
at the back of the bar
shooting hoops lisening to the juke & their you are
took out my magical pad drawng pictures having fun

Time is a killer getting caught right in the midde
Sucka's want to blame me for all the mistakes in the world
Waiting to get past ths new phase getting lost in a purple haze
Out on the street I see a *** *******

Is there something I should learn in this newest lesson
Free to lay under the sun watching everybody have some fun
There's a quest in my heart blown full of desire
getting lost in the sauce now I'm ready to retire

from there canopy of cadence love
hear the pardon of mint perfume
vessel with a unique place swept
the innate liver soon to be discovered
pardon ther wishers of a new finding queen
whisper in the corridor by the edge of my bed
the ocean has a way to whisper a sweet lulabye,

slip on a nugget of sure fire whisper
masked the vigilant even pause
Chinese man takes a **** in the gutter
pardon ther flow
from where you ought to go
a place of comfort from above
She is fresh

I want actions - not apologies.
Stop whining about what's wrong with your life and fix it.
I have no respect for anyone who refuses to acknowledge and address their shortcomings.
Be a man and show respect to others - your **** smells just like everyone else's.
There is NO EXCUSE TO JUSTIFY VERBAL ABUSE -ESPECIALLY TO A SUPPOSED LOVED ONE !
Being humble is a strength, not a weakness.
Be thankful for what you have and for what you have been given.
Friendship is a 24/7 entity. If you are my friend, I will always be there for you at anytime of any day. However, I refuse to be a friend at your convenience.

Now that I've gotten that off my chest - let's go kick some *** today!!!

carbon copy...
circus to taffy,
breezy says Weazie
come and sit next to me
part of the make believe...,
storm brewing
hands to what your doing
burning bridges,
fancy inclusion
it appeals to the heavy senses

love
is the essence of our existence
let love rule
beside the family jewel
stolen away the excursion
method man tasting
Thermol pad toasting
I'm not together joking

Free as a will have to take a chill pill
laughter means togetherness,
spring hold of a witness
laughter as todays vital notice...
a challenge to be free is the question of time
love...

carry me beside the breeze
some resort to *** appeal
others jib is no big deal
stop at a heavy wheel
you know what I'm saying ?

men of special means the men of guantonimo fathers and brothers
Get and give two different words Illustrating two different worlds Vile and vicious when one takes Excellent meanings for our sake...

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There Are Bridges To Be Burned Which Turn Another Page. - Poem by John Ackerman
There are bridges to be burned
which turn another page.

Form each circle
cast your bread upon the water,
It will return in measure and method unexpected
Yielding treasure.

There is energy to be stored
and
Experiences to be reviewed
Days of cheese and laughter
ponies
and that transient beauty that permeates the soul.

There is laughter paying homage to the memories
and the loss
which sneak up on me as I turn
to retrace
steps half remembered as my eyes
seek the bridge
now ashes
that separate me
from
my
grief.

If it means anything to anyone in this group I love everyone equally I'm a lover not a fighter. Life is to short to have hatred in your heart. So if you want to believe in God fine if you don't that's fine to. I'm not here to argue even though my reference to pig ***** was a little rough though. No, you are all free agents to do whatever you choose in this life. No, I'm not being a coward I'm just expressing my real heart felt sentiments inside. Just some thoughts by which to ponder or perhaps a heavenly call from up yonder ?

ice..ice..ice..beneath the swell
a turkey brown to Hell
mistaken from the altar call
mistaken...must be taken
San Diego...places to go
an even charge outside my window
Denver,.. applause...to & fro,
I hear the music

Santa Claus doesn't exist
there are signs beside his absence
Santa would burn inside the chimney's furnace
I'm frozen, mixed blend of ego sprayed...,
long laughter heart prone after
package store,

play his guitar like Eddie Van Halen
cement in the game
a chase that's through
no offense to you

beats to the rhyme &
rhyme for a reason
have in the spark of a changing toward the season
Winter is here again old Lord
a simple blend the party will show

light's, cameras & action

today I banged my brakes from when we start to finish
lucky with good & plenty
rising up in the city strokes polite
choose the fallen from its common debris
some hope in that she will marry me
D.D. sandwich and a large Ice Coffee
choice the good and plenty
from the theatre from the round
you may want me around
caped crusader with no shoulder to cry on
like the rich aroma to its timely brew
a splash from the past in order to do something new
beg nor borrow unseal the glue
frankly want for art rich as you can believe
shadows block the vortex

trees stand so timid against the polished abode
saturated in comparison inside my head
teach the good for nothing partinf wayward sea
Good & plenty
she has a name
who are we to blame
please fan the flame
of her desires turned to fantasy
living in a land of make believe
she sits in stone in Hampton Beach
starring out to sea

dazzled from the burden of its stream
sparked her memory
she climbs aboard a field of dreams
watching passersby eat delicious ice cream
fry doe scene
she waits for her mate out to sea
drifting in the hallow of gross sin

she waits and pretends
her heart is pure her nature is of respect
gone are the days of neglect
Lady of the sea in time will be set free

To whom it may concern,
my newest piece is entitled "Fulfillment In Nature"...gifted in art I'm extending a heavy branch of love to the receivers. Open your heart to its delicate message of love piercing one's soul & being. Collectively impressed by sharing poetry to the mass populace. I will try to supply the unique cadence on its form & style:






Fulfillment In Nature...

One can discover fulfillment in Nature
like a light tower in the dense mist of life
keep playing in God’s playground
listen to the sounds of day and night

bask in the vast institution of love
provide with cadence from up above
with pillars wrought the main state steal
another chance at let's make a deal

like your style for better or want
Does death hurt you the most or is it pain ?
How you fought so hard & fierce,
my one truest love is gone from here

A challenge to be free is a question of time
my own solution is using my mind
living on the edge and its going to my head
sitting up at night all alone in bed

following a rainbow to the sky
I see a crystal clear vision of you pass me by
loving you is so untrue that's why I must say to you
your too young to fall in love if you don't stop you'll just get shoved.

Games People Play

The games they play are so real to them
It's a shame dreams fade & go suddenly dim
No matter how long they try to pretend
Sooner or later it comes to an end

It doesn't seem to matter of ones religion or race
It's the same the world over, so hard to face
They just go on thinking there's more to be found
How do we make our youth aware of the truth

My wife doesn't love me, my husband is mean
They still believe the other side is green
Remembering parents unhappy & bored
There must be an answer if we search our minds

Maybe God figured it out and made it this way
So the greatest love he gave to us all
Is love for all mankind that never would stray.

Gather Me In

count to the number 10
think as to want the belly afro
brand new day
humble & gay....

shelter spring day
in earth I will stay
gather me in
another page is now turned
lift high your grey

nestled above a parting turn
casting out from broadway
which way do we go
search beyond the plow

get back to the basics busting fat laces running the bases
it used to be cool to obey the golden rule yet that went out the door in 64
open the door for your neighbor then you can chill on a different ice cream flavor
getting fat beats to the rhyme  at the rhyme as a reason in the changing of the season
walk with me talk with me through the passage of time get things in line
went back to the old sand box playing jax bringing along your lunch box sack
have I hit a tender nerve yet the time you'll never will forget
start spreading the disease out living as you please best to get down on your knees
homeboy talk a lot is that what he is doing you bit off more then you were chewing
get back to the basics in flirting faces trading spaces all over each places
remember is was customary to carry your book for your girl that was quite a thrill
take to the limit one more time with Slick Rick & Doug E. Fresh putting you all to the test
there was a lodi dodi in the house where we like to party cause Snoop can do that to
so what's new today getting Eminem to stay free styling on Trump free stylying while the dials on
snap shot moments of the past having so much fun with the hope that it would last
the streets today move faster then ever before some pay a visit to cell block 9 but that is fine
got Pumas on my feet spliff on my sleeve going to the dance hall scene
breaking down rhymes all my critics can kiss my fat behind cause I'm doing fine
Nas, Outcast & Drake never busted a move in such a fake for one step forward then two steps back
turn your radio on to here the words of my favorite song with Akon featured with Fetty Wap
drop it down with fire blowin it up in its purest desire ccause I want to take you higher



this just it so let me begin cause I came here to win in my perfect ten
suckers want to end me to but up the economy but ******* still on me but no I ain't phony
sit back and relax as you bask in the vast expanse between space and time
get back to basics as you remember when you were broke down to your last thin dime
sipping on *** with a hint of sugar for my teeth getting something sweet
your a miracle baby ain't nothing a bit shady working on making that baby
just maybe I get the hook up going stronger then ever before
next you bit kicking it with a two bit ***** screaming out more
get back to basics to set the dial for one more time going to wine, dine & sixty nine
holding my own when my hands on the phone but some insist to stay all alone
life can be a struggle so bartender make my Martini strong like on the double
working together like both Fred & Barney Rubble to stay out of trouble
see ya on the flip side squeeze while you out busy as a bee
going to walk that miracle mile in my hour of power in fullest of desire
until someday you'll see your name up in lights never give up on the fight

love is the portion of my joy
love is meant from the love of girl & boy
swept aware the New York mile
borrowed basement pews restore those shoes
onto the grip of a imported French quest
get high on Jesus
you have tried everything else
borrowed basement blues
brain waves chosen shoes
knocked beneath the air of heightened care
bright eye to view just to let me be
pardon the waves in the sea...
Get high on Jesus

swept through skin that train us
in the closure there's the love that binds us
A moment of testing come to change us
without a clue that binds us
shelter in a change that rears us
come close to each other with a kiss
Get high on Jesus

make love not war
sifted through horse to know

Lord, tonight there is a lot of hurting people inside. Show them Lord your presence in there lives. Father God, to the women who is deciding whether or not to abort their child. God show her the truth in your holy word that abortion is clearly ******. Father, to the street walker in the City of Waterbury give peace to her dear soul . Jesus...Jesus your the lover of our soul you come take control. Help us father to be ready for your appearing in all of your fullness. Dear Lord Jesus, egnite the fire & flame of your desire to be full & pure. Lord, many are having affairs as they are married God we ask you Lord for healing. In the area of our finances Lord please provide a clear way dear Jesus. As we wait on you & trust you as savior. Amen

Our flesh hates the things of God. It would rather serve sin & Satan. Yet folks we must crucify this old human flesh to be in subjection to the spirit. The flesh and the spirit are in conflict together. That's why the Apostle Paul said, "the good that I wish I could do I do that very evil that I hate.": We are at war people and we need are heavenly armor on Ephesians 6 vs 10. Choose to live in the spirit so you will not fulfill the deeds of the flesh. It will get us as Christians in trouble every time if we live by sight and not by faith. That's why memorizing scripture and reading your bible are so essential. The devil hates us but Jesus Christ overcame him and this evil world's system. Believe in the gospel message and be saved today ! God alone is enough.

repeat the refrain,
not having you in my arms was driving me insane...
delicate debris;
God in all things,
start spreading the disease
fragrance of the knee
justification by faith...
your the shooting star
belly of the beast that makes you go far
trampled down the man,

God in all things
look out the window remains to be sure;
like to be liked swooning toward the sun
beggar to the borrow full,
developed from the *****
any which way but loose
you may see him at the knocking of the door
stay clear of the window shore
pierced through the skin made for want to win...

God in all things
Jesus Is Lord

God's Good Outdoors

Just go out in God's outdoors,
And that awful pent up feeling
Gives way to one of freedom
And you lose that up tight tension

With that fresh air intervention,
It just changes you inside !
When you feel the breezes blowing,
When you see something a growing

And the traffic all a going
Hear the little birds a singing,
Gladness to your heart a bringing,
It's just good to be alive !

We have four hours.
He has been up since six.
He is reading a novel by Steinbeck.
He never keeps track of the titles.
He says they remind him
of unpaid bills, the jobs
that changed from state to state.

I am allowed two keys,
my driver’s license, cigarettes,
loose paper money in a transparent bag,
ten snapshots of the duck pond
at different angles because
he wants something
innocuous from his past.

He mentions he is
eating well. He is trying to recall
his dreams for an inmate who once
practiced medicine illegally
in another country. I hum
a tune about dancing alone.
I promise to be back.

Here is the future
on the wall: Only one hug
when you first meet and one more
when it is time to leave.
His sentences always end with
I’m sorry. I hold his hand
where everyone can see it.

today I banged my brakes from when we start to finish
lucky with good & plenty
rising up in the city strokes polite
choose the fallen from its common debris
some hope in that she will marry me
D.D. sandwich and a large Ice Coffee
choice the good and plenty
from the theatre from the round
you may want me around
caped crusader with no shoulder to cry on
like the rich aroma to its timely brew
a splash from the past in order to do something new
beg nor borrow unseal the glue
frankly want for art rich as you can believe
shadows block the vortex

trees stand so timid against the polished abode
saturated in comparison inside my head
teach the good for nothing parting wayward sea
Good & plenty
she has a name
who are we to blame
please fan the flame
of her desires turned to fantasy
living in a land of make believe
she sits in stone in Hampton Beach
starring out to sea

dazzled from the burden of its stream
sparked her memory
she climbs aboard a field of dreams
watching passersby eat delicious ice cream
fry doe scene
she waits for her mate out to sea
drifting in the hallow of gross sin

she waits and pretends
her heart is pure her nature is of respect
gone are the days of neglect
Lady of the sea in time will be set free

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Got Jesus ?

faith is a battle we face it day by day
humble yourself to bow the knee to pray
some may insist it doesn't have to be that way
we each have been given a gift called life

one seed planted in the ground
in time root spring up out of the fertile soil
like taking it long watching water to boil
he stand at each of our hearts and knocks

not telling you to join a church but that's still good
look inside we have no reason to run away & hide
gay, straight, white & black
we tend to overreact to his message of love

comes from the hand of God from above
abortion is ****** the innocent slaughter in their mother's womb
We have to accept the whole gospel message not just bits and pieces
with what we do today will become evident throughout eternity

his love is such that he suffered so much just to call some of us to follow...
he came to open are hearts turn us from darkness onto light & from the power of Satan onto God that we may have forgiveness of sins and inheritance among us that is sanctified through grace that is in him...

Got My Game On

got my game on playing basketball in the back lot down at Sandy Dr.
watermelon, chicken with grits not to mention those delicous ****
call me on my cell uptown when I'm in trouble make my Martini strong like on the double
relaxing smoking fat blunts on the side thank you Jesus I'm still alive
flirting with fire is no way my bed for desire but sometimes it can take you hire
the streets are now empty the crib is just fine sipping on my cherry wine
later on i'll take a cruise if i'm in the mood ringing those bells knocking them boots
***** ain't nothing but meat on the bone I'll **** it I'll **** it i'll leave it alone
every dog needs its brand new bone as I'm along way from my home
Naw, my girl is a queen in her own little making always in the kitchen frying up the bacon
there she sits in the middle of the room in her robe with no clothes underneath
I take a peak and she falls apart then I make my start to wander through her body
Marvin Gaye was right get up let's make love tonight without a fight
Cause i need a lady who is ready for *** lest i confess its a big test we sweat

Arm me with harmony got these dope rhyme in me falling apart at the seams
Each new day I pray to rock the hip hop while I eat my pop rocks boogy down to the socks
Dreams of better times thoughts of blowing it up with a nursery rhyme get much deeper
Follow me I got big dreams eating my nice ice cream ******* scream
There can be no other brother who will want another blast from the past tend to over react
Comedy is the creation of a genius but this much I dismiss its the battle for you mind
Staying up late working on my rhyme getting it in check and in line everythings fine
Praying for a miracle as i go to the next level taking the ball to dribble down the middle
Inside we hide behind four walls of steel claiming its no big deal you know the drill
Used to be customary to hold open the door for your neighbor but today its not favor
Used to pray but today you insist it ought not be that way
Rap can either make you or break you be on top or stop you but there's no curfew
Someday soon I'm going to see my name up in lights cause I'm a ruler not the follower
Big mansion with fast cash advances often second glances in its romances

Think of L.L. Cool J and the way he has a humble display bruh is always charming
Look to the likes of Nas, Akon & Fetty Wap homeboys do think a lot
Create in me a great rhyme so i'm on time blowin up the charts playing darts
Light em up if you got them cause its moving too fast with these hot tracks such a blast
Sooner or later we need to take time out to talk with the creator hoping for a Christmas miracle cause I got new material
Unction  junction what's your function you got one bun in the oven
going to be preaching to the streets like M.C. Hammer & Reverand Run having some fun
Life is what you make it while living the dream streets can be very mean
Trump trying to take away old peeps Medicare like he cares doesn't ever tear
while he sits in his ivory tower working on his wall that no it all
but I like to look at positive things where people seem to be getting ahead not some face filled with lead...
I'm a freak in sheet going taking you down tonight why resist and fight its out of sight
Got my game on when things go wrong so nows a good enough time to end this song (Word)

meet me in the middle help me to play the fiddle as each fallen riddle;
trapped beneath the brave and the true wanting something new why chew
beneath the note to bakery surf and turf found ready to receive
a chance a which to stnd twilight as if the edge of the night
ful of athentic smoke screen have the doorbell ring to travel between
Street our uneasy the treasure sirene bound between the ice cream machine

whistle into great honor a pledage at peace from a blessed hand up honor
soul purpose to blame the criminally insane please learn to fan the flame
the sun comes down then away it goes flirting with bright light ***** hoes
a bride in the mop we see where the proud ancients do bleed you see
cartoons to hit my fender fallen away from the center the hurricane wonder

get used to the private flow spent so much proud years ago
sparkling through the proud ovation wanting to go below to take a vacation
Rap on the squeaky wheel others play it praised as no big deal
Rap is for the silent king eating your favorite ice cream the sunset swim
taking it one day at a time we lose are space & time,

M arshal law plagued through the gender know it all you can hear it flow
got news for you a reason to believe & explore
battle long the climbing king kong..generations after salute its song
to pick up he piece as we have left behind some or many shine

Rap game ...rap haze...to hear a lot,
pulse net got to forget,
the brevity to its score awe for so much more onto evening the score

six gun Mary with her Father Chuck Berry walked down the street one day
along came a spider sitting down beside her then plopped onto her daddy's knee
its been tree years ago  let the truth be told that we seen the rap game swing
in flowing rhymes with nothing to bind spin records as long as we please
today the Princess has one bun in the oven by her second cousin in a ***** style dozen
ain't it a pity when you hate the city and things are getting pretty ******
gravitate to create the beat flows blasting forgive me how i'm acting I'll put the sack in

the streets can either make you or break youjust ask rapper ice Cube when he's in the mood
living in isolation is no private vacation gotta bust a move for sure to improve
got rappers burning it up but some make me want to throw up
talk is cheap but whiskeys quicker suicide is filled with liqour
some say I got this rap game locked but this homeboy tends to think a lot
not a fly by with a gun in your eye make you go by by
when I'm alone in my room then I stare at the wall in the back of my mind i hear my conscience call
Telling me I need a girl wo is sweet as a dove for the first time in my life I see I need love

Nothing to defend ya got a broken fender putting some tonic in ya blender
Red Fox playing Sanford  with Elizabeth he thought that no one gave a ****
for some prison life is the cream of the crop got three square meal with a cot
outside they were just freazing and stealing with another dope dealing
Intellectuals, Philosophers & Poets
burning up the leaves jumping higher up the ladder some are even getting fatter

Going To Hollywood take my game out of the hood cause some folks aren't too good
Get my special sauce ready for my spaghetti as I cruise the city
One foot in heaven but the others in Hell but I got a good story to tell
Hip hop is not the same as it was with the late Scott Lerock busting out fire
in purest desire I tend to deliver even if I have to eat steak with liver
yeah i'm the giver helping folks come together but you got to think rational
yeasterday was such an easy game i used to play awe but then let's face it its still easier today
got to break away to a brand new day as my rhymes displayed couldn't have it any other way

we need to get breaks in our melody working on a higher degree
got bones in your closet but I got this rap game locked it
sit down beside me and you'll soon agree that I'm no casualty
Eminem's beats never stolen from him but its a shame when your defined to be in the rap game
say I got the hook up and its so easy to see a way to pass this off to me
Redman, Drake & KRS-1 have put out great rhymes getting stuff done

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

in a house built by stone and asphalt
I ellude to the discussion inside of innate moments of love
baked cookies as traffic leave their shoes at the door
a knock from a door lest I implore try to even the score

There she sat in her old chair with grey hair
pillars of smoke whisked through her eyes with a tear drop
the saddened evelope was delivered of a long lost loved one that went home to be with the Lord...,

She had a *** of coffee waiting in the patio with a heavy shawl upon her neck
whispers in the corridor those angelic pitter patter of soft sandal feet
She took here time with it & never quit
Grandmother's woven quilt may lead someone to great guilt

Her laughter permeate the atmosphere in old fashioned rhetoric
alone again sitting outside on her porch swing the dinner bell rang
old farmer Ted who lived at the edge of the street came by with freshly baked bread
she softened her lips and offered Ted a kiss

Finally it was done out of great amazement she entered the quilt in the Farmer's Fair
that year it won first prize with a word to the wise
the radio was playing her favorite song by Glen Miller, "A Sentimental Journey"...
yet why should she worry her days were spent in a high sophistication

gives cadence to the simple grandma popped a pimple stayed in the parlor
was so very happy for once in a long time coming

Grant Me The Serenity

Life, is it really worth living for ?
I did not know until God opened the door

And there he was in the shape of a big, bright, spiritual light;
He said, Son, believeth in me and everything shall be alright

So every morning I get down on my knees and pray;
God, please let me have another clean and sober day

Though I often have thoughts of suicide
And tell the Lord: oh, how hard I've tried

Then I asked him for a way out of this bind;
With a silent voice, he answered: my son, one day at a time

Before I called upon him I had one foot in the grave
but like he told me, believeth in him an thou shalt be saved

When my mind and nerves become idle
I become secluded and read the bible

So now I am saved and will always wear his sign
And will never forget the blessing he placed in mind

Now that I've found myself and my goal
With dignity and pride I can shout out, no !

No one wants to be a drug or suicidal fanatic;
So remember, that's life through the eye's of an addict

you have many personalities inside your head
face full of lead but I'm still not dead
I need love I need you I
I am no more than a blade of grass
no more than a shell
cast out of the sea
no more
than a bird
in migrant flight
nor am I less
than a star whose light
penetrates infinity

yet last night
When a half spent moon
Lay on the ***** of heaven
And day's heat pressed down
The sides of mountain peaks
To squeeze the desert floor,
And all the world was weariness
Which the stars wept to see,
Boldly
A desert songster
Insolently free, joyously
Lifted melody
To the moon, and teasing a breeze
Into cooling the night
And drifting the yucca's perfume
Bringing heart's ease to me

Grip To Grasp
lover sought through their borrowed vacant pew,
onto so much new...

grip to grasp,
chance to over react;

a given opportunity
some call it trash in what they may see,

a page to unfold....

Once I lived in Camelot and catered to my king
and all about lay fields and woods with lovely forest things
Deer grazed at dusk within our sights
Rabbits played leap frog on the grass
and woodchucks took enormous bites of pears and watched the seasons pass
Gardens bloomed beneath my touch
Knights and ladies graced my board
and I could never do enough to please my Lord
Then Lancelot came to the king and gave his sturdy arm
Did all the king required and more


He kept the king from harm
but there are kings and there are kings
and so the trouble start
The king abused me coldly cruel
and Lancelot could mend my heart
In tender sympathy and love he held my body and my mind
and while the king was churlish, well
Lancelot was kind
Yes I remember Camelot and how he broke it apart
and all those sylvan golden days that make the teardrops start
I have compassion for my king
now Lancelot is just a dream
If you were once in Camelot you know I was the queen


There is a punishment, I have read,
for queens who take their knights to bed
But kings who cause this pain and strife
Live to respect it all their life
The castle stands in Camelot
It's ghosts are their for sure
and none survive within its' walls except the pure

I looked at my hands
They whispered old
No, I cried
My flesh is firm

My eyes are bright
The years controlled
They whispered old
I looked at a tree

Its shimmering leaves above
A robin singing
A song of love
Tell me, tree,

Between you and me
How do you
Your life renew
I looked at the sky

Its azure
Endlessness
Tell me, sky,
Your secret of
Timelessness

I looked at the sun,
The moon and a star
That winked at me boldly
from afar

Tell me, please, let your
wisdom descend
Is there a beginning
Without an end ?

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

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

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

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

eyes with spots
ears yet dull in hearing
sullen asps with dull emotions
viscous long hanging fangs that bite
dripping blood off side
eyes with tombstones in their head

say whatever they feel
pay no attention to what others may think
they are the first to judge
yet for themselves they are perfect
they feel they do nothing wrong
they worship sin, self & Satan

they have hardened their hearts as to see the truth
instead the live in a world based on self
shadows block them only for a season
As a leopard doesn't change their spots so they stay
lost all known sensitivity of what true love is
instead they embark on the hate from within
no one wins in their glamour life of sin

blackened death filled with evil stench in their extremities
dull eyes that close tight at the sound of love's expression
they abort their child in the womb & think nothing of it
trapped in their own tomb of heartless fantasy
they lie, cheat & steal
think nothing of it like its no big deal
when will this madness stop doesn't anyone care ?