A body still from excitement
Head to the sky, waiting
A whole frosted dance is about to appear

Earth’s colossal yet gentle hands grab the sun
And turn off the gleaming lights

Darkness
Restful darkness

The ample wind covers the area
Like an invisible curtain of chilled silk

Then a moment of calm
Everything is still
As if a single picture was taken

Vibrant silver angels in their white cotton
Fall from endless stage in the sky
Embodying the frozen air
Thrusting their ****** dance
As they float towards the ground

These suggestive pale dancers
Land on your still excited body
Using it as their new birthed platform

They use their sensual ballet
To send ice cold stings through your bones
To bring a ****** tingle to your mind
Until your heart ******* to a perky smile.

This is called the seductive winter dance
Able to make your mouth gleam
And your soul tickle

Embrace the frigid sensation
As you give birth to your inner thrill

To have your body relax
Once a stiff board
Now all joints a movable jelly
Aches turn into tingles
All because of happiness

To have your face relax
Once strained from frowning
Now to have a constant smile
Your face becomes smooth
Not wrinkled with stress

To have your heart relax
Once shriveled with cold
Now warm again
Full and pumping with life
Pure of a deep red

A body
Happy and relaxed

On his body is a ginger bread thong
To soften you up he sings a sweet sugar song
If you hit on him he’ll play along

He’s the **** ginger bread man

He’ll ****** you with candy wine
On a scale from 1-10 he is a 9
Girls look at him and say, “He’s so fine”

He’s the **** ginger bread man

On his face are peanut butter eyes
He has powdered sugar on his manly thighs
He will reel you in with his seductive lies

He’s the **** ginger bread man

On this neck is a chain of candy
Around the house he can be handy
If you add frosting he can be pretty randy

He’s the **** ginger bread man

Out of the batch he is the pick
He has a giant ginger breadstick
It has rainbow sprinkles on it

He’s the **** ginger bread man

You bite the chain and swallow the thong
Eat the stick which is very long
You gobble him up till he’s all gone

NO MORE **** ginger bread man

You are the one
The sound of your name
Like a siren going off
All my senses rise up
Hoping you are near by
You are the one
When you are here I melt
Body turns numb from your voice
Holding you, loving you
Hoping it will never end
You are the one
I may hurt when you are gone
A salty tear in my eye
Not from sadness, but happiness
Love over powers pain
You are the one
The looks of beauty
The face of an angel
The jewels of your mind staring at me
Melting me into a liquid smile
You are the one
I think of a happy place
You are my happy place
Me and you together
Just us, peace, and love
You are the one
I give my love to you
My heart is like a clock
Every click of the second hand is love
Time that should not be wasted
You are the one
And I am yours
I love you
The missing piece of my heart

Talking behind someone’s back
Words can be deadly
Each hurtful word a bullet
Piercing the heart of the other
Loosing the trust
Trust being a friend
What are you left with?
Nothing!
No one!
You even hurt yourself
If no one can trust you
Can you trust yourself?
Was it worth it?

Bundled up and toasted
Stare to the exorbitant heavens
A dimmed electrifying spirit world
Leaving only one trifling light on

A slight single frozen tear
Rides the broad frigid air
To the glaring reality below

The silky cotton takes time
Flowing through a lingering life
Of chilled floating bliss

It taps the up turned nose
Tiny frozen feet make a stand

An intense tickle flows through the pumping veins
Leaving a feeling of pricking cherub kisses

Nervous life lungs squeeze
Releasing a single reclined breath

Concrete relaxed steam
Rubs the tufted sapped lips
Dissolving into the hazed sky

She has arrived
Mother Winter

How can one flake of snow be so depressing?
Is it because it is a start of a gloomy day
Or because the human mind makes you think so
All it means is that more snow is coming
But the brain thinks snow means sadness
How does one feel by the end of the day?
When the snow has stopped
You see white everywhere but no harm
The first snowflake ruined your day
Why does one think like this?
Letting one snowflake ruin the day
Or should I say one thought?

Sparkled ice cream houses
Sugared in reds and greens
Smoke of cotton candy
Windows of jelly beans

Grass made of lime candy
In dirt of chocolate flakes
Berry gummy flowers
With petals made of cakes

Sky of blueberry juice
Shredded coconut rain
Jelly filled flying birds
With a custard filled plane

Streets a sheet of licorice
With frosted center lines
Marshmallow vehicles  
Speed and shoot out sweet wine

People of ginger bread
Wave hands of cold dough
They pucker cherry lips
Sweet powder kisses blow

Sweet delicious world
Young new tastes, not old
Packed together as one
In a sphere sucker globe

The saucy heated beat begins
The body and blood starts to rise

The sensual vibration moves
Shaking in the lower meat thighs

Vibrant lights turn off their burn beams
Crowded areas start to glow

I have that richness once again
It’s Electric Chronic-Techno

Arms are tight with a violent sway
Body smooth moves from side to side

The feet are twins glued together
Move into a straight liquid glide

Dance in a mind all becomes one
Gleaming body begins to flow

I have that quickness once again
It’s Electric Chronic-Techno

Take a chance and slide to the left
Then move the twitched out body right

Yell the dance passion out so loud
From the chest of full burning might

Everyone becomes a crazy
In a hot crooked little row

I have that twitchiness once again
It’s Electric Chronic-Techno

Sparked up veins become a robot
Bring into the fake or the real

All the breakers spin the limbs
Move to what the body can feel

The people dressed in colored lights
Starring in a music life show

I have that thickness once again
It’s Electric Chronic-Techno

Blast many bombs of the treble
Bringing in a canon for bass

The music drug enters the mind
Keeping at a speedy trance pace

Powerful injected speakers
Start a quick mind vibrating blow

I have that itchiness once again
It’s Electric Chronic-Techno

People embody together
The happiness like fire spreads

Millions of all colors dance
Laughing from the harmonic meds

A circular world of music
Close your eyes to move fast or slow

I have that sickness once again
It’s Electric Chronic-Techno

Why must you try to change me?
You have no right
You act as if you are my God
Yet I created me
My body was but shell
That I made full of life
But you try to drain it

Stop trying to change me
Let me be

The beat begins
Body starts to rise

The vibration moves
Shaking in the thighs

Lights shut off
Area starts to glow

I have it again
It’s Chronic-Techno

Arms they sway
From side to side

The feet together
Move into a glide

Dance is one
Body begins to flow

I have it again
It’s Chronic-Techno

Moving left
Then movin to the right

Yell so loud
From the chest of might

Everybody crazy
In a crooked little row

I have it again
It’s Chronic-Techno

Doing the robot
Is it fake or real

All the breakers
Move to what they feel

All the people
Starring in their show

I have it again
It’s Chronic-Techno

Blast the treble
Bringing the bass

Enter your mind
Keeping the pace

Powerful speakers
Start to power blow

I have it again
It’s Chronic-Techno

People together
Happiness it spreads

Millions dancing
Laughing from the meds

A world of music
Moving fast and slow

I have it again
It’s Chronic-Techno

I ask you
What is peace?

Peace is someone finding they have cancer
Peace is a homeless person on the street
Peace is a teenager killed by a drunk driver

I ask you
What is peace?

Peace is a child killed by a gun
Peace is a woman beaten by her so called love
Peace is a cope beating down an innocent man

I ask you
What is peace?

Peace is people at war with people
Peace is an animal shot down for fun
Peace is airplanes flying into buildings

I ask you
What is peace?

Peace is dying of AIDS
Peace is racism
Peace is a mother pulling the plug on her child

I ask you
What is peace?

Peace is destroying peoples land
Peace is loosing your ability to move
Peace is taking your own life

I ask you
Is there peace?

I became a brainless mute
My mouth droops open
Nothing but impassioned silence
For she was a giving disease

My nerves begin to intensify
Limited to a feeble breath
For my throat clenches up
As if her eyes excrete poison

If only one word would pop out
Just “hello”
But a remote smile
Would make me iced

To think the attraction of one girl
Could turn me senseless
A lusterless jelly body
A translucent emotion

To be turned down
Could explode my thumping heart
I just don’t want to be
A puddle of rejection

My paper of dots
Pen marks
Each mark a thought wasted away
No words
Just dots

Connect the dots
You get a story

Erase the dots
You lose an idea

Draw a circle
A circle of dots
A life of thoughts
My life

Connect the dots in my life
Listen to my story

Words can hurt

Call someone a name
Shoot a bullet into their heart
Keeping loading your gun with horrible words
Keep firing until the clip is empty
Until the heart is outlined with bullets of pain

Have you ever been hurt?
Do you know how it feels?

Throw salt into your eyes
So you cry as it stings

Put sand down your throat
So you can’t scream anymore from being dry

Now take a dull rusty nail
Yes the large kind
Covered in thick rusty layer of tears
Then move it slowly into your chest

So you can feel the true anguish burn

…ok
…maybe I lied

…It feels a lot worse

So think next time you open your mouth
For you are doing much more damage then you think

Enough to scar

Coffee, coffee, drip drip drip
Makes eyes pop, with every sip

Some call it, a fine brown wine
Off the yummy, young bean vine

Robust in taste, like a sweet
Crystal sugar, for a treat

Turn the color, to a white
Sometimes makes you, feel just right

Or take it pure, in the black
Makes you shake, like you’re on crack

Have a small, to perk you up
Little happy, in a cup

Have a large, to blow your mind
Eyes bulge out, until you’re blind

Take it cold, on a hot day
Life turns gold, instead of gray

Take it hot, in the ice cold
To stay awake, eyes won’t fold

Coffee, coffee, sip sip sip
**** it’s gone, with no last drip

Caffeine wore off, in a flash
Mind shuts off, body will crash

My eyes are shut, I count sheep
Guess it’s time, to fall asleep

I see a signal meaning to go
I see a field where people play
I see the grass needing a mow
I see the seaweed in the bay

I hear the forest sounds of life
I hear the croaking of a toad
I hear the loud shouting from strife
I hear the beeps of matrix code

I taste the bitter of a lime
I taste the freshness burn of mint
I taste the spicy dots of thyme
I taste sour that makes me squint

I smell aroma of cut pine
I smell rich potent olive oil
I smell young grapes throughout the vine
I smell aged food about to spoil

I feel roughness of lizard skin
I feel pain from a cactus thorn
I feel split pea soup down my chin
I feel sharpness from stalks of corn

Five senses of the color green
From sound, taste, smell, touch and things scene

I cannot sleep at night
I roll in my loneliness
I need comfort
I need warmth
I need my love

The wool blanket that secures me
With it I relax
My own world
My peace

Without the blanker I freeze
My heart freezes
Cracks
Shatters

I lie starring into nothingness
I miss my love
I miss my blanket

I sit in thought
My hand to head

My heart it wants to cry

My face turns sides
My smile sheds

The girl with magic eyes

The piece of mind
My eyes they tear

My brain it starts to fry

Vanished in air
I cannot hear

The girl with magic eyes

To see her face
Deep in my mind

My breath it starts to sigh

Touch her soft skin
I like this kind

The girl with the magic eyes

To breathe her smell
Just from a thought

I feel like I should die

To taste her lips
That I have fought

The girl with magic eyes

To have her close
Is all I want

I stare into the sky

Stuck to my dreams
My mind she haunts

The girl with magic eyes

My body is a place of tunes
The perfect set list
My living band

SCREAM!

The warm blood fills my worded heart
Wrap it in the pointed wire of the treble
Embody it with the empowering bass

CLEF!

Breathing deep lung drums
Power grabbing
Boom Boom

BOOM!

Pull the strings from my lyrical soul
Flick each tiny cell I have
Create the harmony of my world

LIFE!

REALITY!

…music

A hot scalding day
I sit motionless and stare at my fan
Moving to the left
Moving to the right
My face an icy stone magnet
Follows the movement
My distressed eyes try to follow the blades
Every time I feel that pappy chilled breeze
It makes me enjoy the little things
Because for that one short moment
I am not worried
I am not thinking
I am just…me

Looking down at empty pale feet
Pure crystal water
Kissing the gaunt quivering toes
Like tiny nipping lips

An intoxicating dewy tickle
Replenishes the ulcerated legs

Thin iced glass brushes the face
Coating it in a soft chilled frost

Salty needles pinch the eyes
Making vision blurry yet refreshed

To blink would be a miss
A loss of excessive sight
An immense beauty gone

A crawling land of beryl
A saturated endless terrene
An ocean

A picture of me
Yet slightly blurred
But the eyes still stare
Taking a pathway
Deep inside my soul

I become one
With what I use to be
Once blurred in my mind
Has become so clear
Creating a new me

But one that should not be
For the past
Should not live on inside me
For I am afraid
Of what I will be

The clock stops
Time hits the brakes
Silence….nothing
My body stops
Mouth left breathing
Heart left beating
Eyes blurred
They focus
I see silence
….I see….silence
I feel like I am in a picture
Not a sound
Nothing moves
Glued to Earth’s body
I hear through silence
I hear what objects think
What are they thinking?
Do they think, what I do?
Do they hear, what I hear?
I hear the rumbling of Earth’s stomach
I hear the liquid in the air
I hear gravity’s hands pulling things in
I hear my mind spinning!
From hearings things you can’t hear!
IT’S LOUD!
SILENCE IS LOUD!
A sound more piercing then anything
It tries to drill into my skull
My head is vibrating
I SCREAM!
My sound mixing with silence
Like oil and water
It does not mix!
My voice hides
I can’t hear my voice!
I hear silence
I hear the silence….of silence!
THE PAIN!
THE NOISE!
THE………STOP!
I am left in a little ball
Shaking….waiting….
I listen….I hear nothing
But what am I hearing?
Am I hearing myself?
Am I hearing silence?
WHAT AM I HEARING?
I stretch out and look at the sky
I hear the wind hugging leaves
I hear the songs of birds
I hear myself breathe
The pain has vanished
Can sound be pain?
Can silence be pain?
Can silence….be sound?

The sounds of a thousand horses
Spirits riding the gusting wind
Dressing in armor of the night
Their weapons flashing through the land
Muffled sounds of the army
Are heard in the distance
Battle cries with horses screams
They start to rise
The force becomes louder and stronger
Then stops
Dead silence

Then the weapons flash again
The army attacks
Slicing through Mother Nature
Arrows of fire fall piercing the ground
The screams rumble the earth’s heart

Finally the battle has ended
The earth is wet with nature’s blood
Traces of the furious fight
Into piles that were left behind
Now only time can heal
Until the army of the storm returns

The world as a whole can only be described as one thing:
Color

The mass that makes this piece of land all
Is the substance of life
Drained from the mind of every color

Yet some eyes only see in black and white
But sight can do so much more
Doesn’t it hurt to only see two colors?
Two sets of life?

Wouldn’t vision be so much more relaxed
If the eyes could see, everything?

Pain only comes in black in white
Yet throw them in with the color of life
The color wheel
What do you get?
A rainbow that fills the sky

Why is white forced to fight with black
Together they do not make red
Yet in some eyes they do
A thing not created by vision
But by mind

Should red fight with blue?
No it must not!
For if it does, there is no purple
Two lives enjoying each other
Becoming one

This should be the world!
A color wheel
A circle of life
A wheel that any color  can live in

Let the eyes go the limit they can
Be the wheel
For if the eyes only see black and white
They are blind from reality

Do I know love?

Do you mean affection with…
no objection
and a connection
like a good infection
of a heart’s collection?

Like a crush…
that makes you blush
like you are a lush
that makes your mind gush
with a hard rush?

Maybe you mean to cling…
but not a fling
more like an upswing
and a sting
to what is the real thing?

Or to get close…
where the insides grows
and the body glows
from head to toes
wearing a smile that shows?

Like to get involved...
where your problem is solved
and your mind has evolved
around your heart it revolved
no longer absolved?

Maybe an intense feeling…
that is appealing
for you squealing
for an inner healing
that floats you to the ceiling

Or you mean to yearn…
where you learn
for a good turn
that makes you earn
for a passion burn?


Do you mean to choose…
with nothing to lose
no longer the blues
but a happy news
an offer to not refuse?

So do I know love?

I am not sure what you speak of…

Feeling unparalleled
Uncomfortably disconnected
Baffled in one's own still reality

Sitting in a chill hollow theater
A sharp lit lantern glistens from above
Frying the lid of the huddled mind

Sore eyes glazed over
Watching a hushed movie called life
The characters known and their euphoria
The whole story just seems absolute
Only to one's imagination glasses

Seeing the whole kindled screen
The still beating heart can tell something is missing

Cheerless eyes start to wipe off the fake
Each drive of coral to the heart
Opens truth's glutted box

The one watching is the missing
The story was never whole
For the characters were embedded in life's credits
And the one watching was forgotten

Standing chilled
Head down, surrounded by sound
Lights embracing the human body
Keeping it nurtured and warm
Head up, eyes stare forward
Everyone in an avalanche of dance
A raging community of movement
Yet you, the outsider stay glued to the ground
You’re asked to dance
By the coolest collective cat on the dynamic delicious dance floor
You know this person
They go by “Soul”
Why so shy?
If Soul can cut a rug, you can be the fabric
If Soul can bust loose, then you can also untighten
If Soul can dance the night away, don’t you dear go to sleep
Tonight is a special night
The dancing is not for singles
But for doubles
Don’t be afraid, dance with Soul

Dancing with Soul, you can feel it

Dramatic drums beating in your head
Soft iced guitar strings flicking your arms
Overpowered synthesized voice escaping your mouth
Your body a liquid rhythm of a harmonic ocean
You and Soul are one
This is no one else’s Soul
This is YOUR Soul

Neck muscles vigorously strained
Pulled out like a wet frail rotted rope
Fastened together by a rusted lock with piercing sharp edges
Porcelain beads of sweat cling to pulsating vines

Staring up, as if something of hope is there
Intense powered complex thinking
No movement, just a frozen dead stare
Straight glance of light into a darkness covered cave

A battle royale of steroid induced thoughts
The mind, a cage match of soft pinkish flesh
Each thought it wearing armor of dull chilled spikes
Pain shoots through the cranium as each thought collapses into the cage

The eyes, a vortex into another world, look onward
Tears stream down of drunk crimson liquid
Leaving a salted burned trail down each toughened cheek
Stinging each eye with a impoverished sob

The mouth of dried ***** sand paper stays creaked open
A spiral of silk heated air escapes, but with no sound attached
Quivered lips cut from bitter winded blades
A soiled red with a blanket of cotton white

The position of deep depressed nauseating thoughts
The body is powerless and deathly limp
Glued to the seated area, as if it always lived there
A doll, a puppet to its overpowering super brain

Stuck in a painful vision
Will I return?

Am I scared of you?

Am I the bashful gopher?
Hiding terrified in this hole?
NO!
I am the bloodcurdling bear
Coming from his shadowy cave

Am I scared of you?

Am I the gloomy dog?
Walking away gradually, tail between legs?
NO!
I am the fatal wolf
Ready to attack his prey with terror

Am I scared of you?

Am I the cautious possum?
Hiding at the deepest night?
NO!
I am the spirited hawk
Ready to lunge at any second

So now I ask you…

Are you scared of me?

Stab my eyes

I don’t want to see anymore
I want a dark black canvas
Where I can paint my own world
Using my minds brush
Dipped and dripping with creativity
A clear and cool world
One that makes it easier to breath

When I close my eyes
All I have to do is be still
The only worry I have

When my eyes open
A collage of problems form
Tensing up my body

Stab my eyes

With eyes shut
You are God
You create your world
No pain
No problems
Just a dream

A dream is not a reality
A dream is a vision
A vision of what it could be
Until I am forced to open these windows
And let in the harshness of the world

Stab my eyes

Drinking wine
Eating lobster
Relaxing under blue skies
And the poor man cries

Going to the club
Driving the sports car
Wearing suites and ties
And the poor man cries

Living in a mansion
Taking vacations
Eating cakes and pies
And the poor man cries

He is alone
No friends or family
Has nothing to live for
Is not healthy or clean
Cannot get food
So he lays there and dies
And no one cries

Whenever I want to write
I can’t in the day, just night
For in the day I must work
And it can drive me berserk
A thought will pop in my head
Hey, I guess that’s what she said
Sorry I got off of the track
Cause at work my mind is whack
I have to sit still and type
Want to smoke the old peace pipe
Not really into the ****
But it would help to feel more freed
Ok I am at work now
I should be working, oh wow
I can’t believe I can rhyme
When I am wasting my time
I guess sort of in a way
I just want to leave today
Because I would feel excite
And want to go home and write
But wait, now I am writing
It doesn’t feel exciting
For I am stuck in this chair
Doing my job, it’s not fair
I guess it is time to stop
For my list, work is the top
Plus I am very tired
And don’t want to get fired

I like to cry and throw a fit
Even the dark day I was born
I am a sad and drooping rose
With only one horrible thorn

I did not like people around
I would sit, curse at them and scorn
I am a sad and drooping rose
With only one horrible thorn

My heart could never feel the love
Deep inside I felt sad and torn
I am a sad and drooping rose
With only one horrible thorn

People still tried to get close to me
I would open my mouth and warn
I am a sad and drooping rose
With only one horrible thorn

I will never show a smile
This is an oath that I have sworn
I am a sad and drooping rose
With only one horrible thorn

But the day will come, I will die
Then haunt people after they mourn
I am a sad and drooping rose
With only one horrible thorn

One to smile
One to frown
Mouth goes up
Mouth goes down
Emotions will make one drown

That was one crazy dream

Eyes open
Eyes are close
See the day
One arose
Both sit on top of the nose

That was one crazy dream

Body stretch
Body still
A few cracks
What a thrill
So much more time left to ****

That was one crazy dream

What’s the time
Early day
Punch the clock
One must stay
Am still tired anyway

Back to the one crazy dream

I lay at night
Feeling alone
Aching body
With cold stiff bones
The pain in my heart
Make me moan

I miss you my love

I lay there still
Thinking in fear
Of not seeing you again
And holding you near
From my eye
Falls a salty tear

I miss you my love

So I stare out
At the endless night
Wishing you were here
To hold me tight
We are so far apart
That just isn’t right

I miss you my love

But I’ll bee strong
And stop the cry
I will be yours again
When you stop by
Then stay with you
Till the day I die

I miss you my love

I want you my love
I need you my love
I love you my love
I won’t leave you my love
I give you my love
I must feel you my love

I must be with you and really miss you my love

I sit in the moon’s blue shadow
Something comes back to my mind
Hitting me like a hammer to a nail
This thought was locked away
The lost key was found
The steal cage was opened
I fought to keep this thought hidden
Clustering my mind with other things
But in the end my heart won
For it revived the key
But what do I do?
As I sit in the vast blue moonlight

I smile

One big full cement moon
Solid, cold and round
An intense beam of full power
Pours from the fruitful circular glass
A still and lifeless area starts to be
Lightened and enlightened in the purest white
Excitement travels the veins at high speed
Hairs give a standing ovation
But no sound
A silence louder than noise
Impossible?
Not if you listen with eyes
Use one eye to make utter darkness
Use the other to make contact

Can one have the power?
To stop this hated hidden pain?

A glass breaking razorblade scream
Pressure point sharp and ice cold
Ripping through a soft spongy ear drum
Able to play no more sweet crystallized harmony

A faint cry of cotton silk
But an intense high pitch earthquake
One can hardly hear it
Yet feel it
Rumbling the inner molten core
Traveling the internal body network

The mouth opens like a greeted door
Oil black painful spiders emerge
Each a stabbed word of hurt
A charged literature army of evil

Close the shutters
Open meditation

Glowing white flutters appear
Mixed with the thick rugged dark
Gray
A still gray
Hated pain still hidden
Depression has risen

Sit in the saturated twilight
Wind down the taxed eyes
Take one rooted breath
Open the extensive world in the mind

Pale emotions locked by weakness
Only the key of virtue can open
To discharge the stout sting on the spine
Filled with warm crimson candy

Vibrant green embers release
Around the staggering brain
Like nimble mating fireflies
Lighting the brittle inner land

Feather floating thoughts
Powered by an emotion’s spirit
Each a memory; choice or inferior
Brought out again by keen thinking

Sometimes in an imprudent world
It is tough to get to a state of relax
Which clutters the memory of mind
Until that deep respiration is contained

Heart sound
An Indian’s drum
Thunder in the sky
The bass in a song

Heart sound
The sound of love
Heart sound

Heart sound
Gunshots through the air
Bumps on the road
Sticks of dynamite

Heart sound
The sound of love
Heart sound

Slow heart sound
Glass breaking
The ripping of paper
Nails on a chalkboard

Slow heart sound
The sound of lost love
Slow heart sound

A single rectangle, so still
With a massive crimson heart
Beating at a pace before death

Living there for all eternity
A poor painted man
A beaten down lonely person
His beard of pin pointed hairs
His mouth a fallen crescent
His eyes of drooped vision

Yes those eyes
So depressed
Wet melted look
Glazed over
Always following
With the same chilled stone stare

You can run
But he will never move
Just stare with that look
Those deep black hole eyes

As he stares at you
Feelings get deeper
A knife through the soul
Can you feel life pumping through this art?
This portrait?
This life?

Hands shaking; turn and face him
Stale heat surrounds the body from his frightening stare

Could it be from the absent painter?
Someone who put more of his heart’s passion in this piece
A thick brush dipped in pure liquid life
A painful stroke for each line of color
Until he painted himself to the canvas
Becoming his own work of art

Get closer
Stare deep into the thick bodied paint
This art lives
It breathes

I believe I got lucky

Lucky to find such a glowing treasure
Lucky to have found pure happiness
Lucky to feel such wonderful pleasure
Lucky to feel the warmth closeness

Lucky to have seen such a beautiful sight
Lucky to feel the intense love
Lucky to be able to sleep a very long night
Lucky to have found my holy white dove

Yes I believe I got luck
When I found her

There is one time when the body pauses
The dazzling placid late night

Inside a concealed crisp castle
There is a slacked thrown of pose
One trivial light flickers softly
Beside a firm restful coffin

Now I lay me down to sleep
A phrase heard through life
Happens in the reality of this moment

Stripping cloth from the frosted vision
Once again becoming true natural
The chilled air surrounds the body
Seeping in the lowered soul
Laying ever so still on a lush plank
A quicksand of memories as the body sinks

The light now slender
Nothing but the somber knights
They cover a chattered body
Leaving a sense of protection and warmth

Are the eyes open or closed?
A thought lucidly pounding in the brain

The sense of smell is the true friend
At this sudden listless time
Only supple crystals shift the nose
Tingling the starved fragile hairs

Face cannot be wiped
The body is made of oppressed stone
The arms weighted to a pull
Tied down by tickled silk shackles
The legs a block of endless heavy
The body is no more a vital vessel
But an anchored hard shell

Although the fleshy mind stays alert
Thoughts, dreams, emotions
Marinating in a skulled ***
Fusing together to make a dream
An intense deep sleep
In the world of non reality

Imagine a worn glossy white couch
Take a seat
Relax
Breathe

The cruel world around you is your theater
Immense huge wall to wall screens
Making you feel so tiny
Super crisp high definition life picture
Able to shock your eyes and freeze your mind
Intense crystal clear vibrant sound
Making your ears pin tickle and teeth happy chatter

Observe and absorb this movie
The movie of one’s life
A crazy never ending story

What is the price to see this film?
Free
Just like life should be

Make sure you can take it all in
For this film is rated R
R for reality

Can you not see the true world?
Through those blinded eyes
Can you not see a tear of liquid pain?
A grin that hides fear’s true identity
Of course you can’t
You rely on a pair of stereotypical glasses
Ones that blur your vision
Telling you what to see
Showing you a world of nothing
A world you think is heaven
For hell is behind your true eyes

I stare deep into the sky
My eyes above face
Wondering how big it is
And how it heats the place

All these cluttered thoughts
Run scattered through my head
For the sun is the oven
My body is the bread

The peace that my inside feels
From my head straight to my feet
For it covers me completely
Like a blanket full of heat

How good my body feels
My pleasure has been fed
For the sun is the oven
My body is the bread

A pale look has faded
Now a golden brown
My body fed of nutrients
That seep into the ground

It is hard to move myself
My body heavy lead
For the sun is the oven
My body is the bread

The ball of fire starts to set
The day closes to night
The heat then begins to chill
My body frozen fright

But tomorrow will bring a new
As it rises from the dead
For again the sun’s oven
Will bake my body’s bread