So-? The skyscrapers top shelf bookstore.
Has moved to sing its self into the graudual H.Q.

                              orangaging around like a cadilac.  Who can tell me
If she isnt crazy enouph to hide her beer and watch itnland in her lap.
Can I survive in this mess.
The fogs getting thicker and thicker,
Were sinking into the realm, the holy shrine painted along mail boxes,
Mail boxes, Dr. Cornell West sits and tells me about the weather.
He says I told ya it was going to be foggy.  
I heard him do a speech once.
Hes the man.
Hes the man who gives you dirextions in the fog.

S he realesed a pine needle
H e recieved a son.
I f not the breeze
T hen who?
!

The christmas tree is why I kissed his face.
I saw the lites shoot out like comets far.
A brand new time against these days of war.
Was he the gift I waited to return.
Or maybe just another burnt out star.
I wish for angels landing on our tree.
To tell me if he was the perfect man.
But when he opened the wrapping I Hid.
His chances were aloft with ornaments.
The highest round was ruby fused with green.
The hair thin hook was hanging like a dream.
I new for now ill be ok a while.
As long as christmas wins over our smiles.

Coyote saw the ducks.
He was trickster but toaday
He was creator.
We all agree here
That something is wrong.
He said to the ducks we dont feel
Rite about this.
Brother duck wise knew
He needed to dive and see what
Rested under the deep water.
The second he had roots is bill.
Coyote knew what he wanted.
I will make companionship
Between every creature.
And give man the tools
To live with us.
Coyote made arrows and spears.
Man will hunt us but he will honor
What I gave him.
With music of flutes
And a boy will chase for medicne elk.
With my arrows he will miss and find
Wind blowing through the wood peckers
Hollow branch with holes.
We will dance and celebrate his marriage
When ever the suns resting heart shapes the
Clouds into the ducks sioulette.

Into the concrete cracking heart
His favorite skulpture scowles
At everyone he loved.  
He goes out on the deck
Every dark nite and waits
For the fog to lift away like
A drape exposing the fear
Of leaving a balcony
And falling into the hands
Of pebbles bound to break
The effort of falling
More then a hundread
Pounds of history would
Allow until another dark
Day awakens the troubled
Animal like its a ware wolf
Unfrozen from the curse waiting
To leave a balcony.

Hey kid
Its a little bit
Better after
The devil leaves
His barber shop chair
Behind and walks
Into the liqor isle.
I m there looking
At red bread tags.
Your still with your
Parents.  Im not
Embarrassed
You feel the cold beer
Your father slid over your
Necks left side.  
The can was silver
Like the old lawn mower
In the dark shed.  
Im still with the moment
Of diverting the truth.
When he says
They havent fired him yet.
The new hair cut starts looking
Old again.  And our time in the
Store was breif to catch
One of the last busses.  
Look for me the last
Person in here I wanted to see.
I was eyeballing my favorite
Sky scraper a brown bottle
Of whiskey.  
I make up the party
And become the bussiest
Man or women walking past
The carts.  
I wish there were more years
To give me the store
And a house bigger
Then the hill side.

Three kings
The bell rings
I pay my taxes                                

                                                         Tapioka pumpkins
                                                          ****** jello shots
                                                            Im reffing the wrong game

Be who you are
Look whos here
One nite only
All hallows eve.
Leave the bible
In a shoe box.
                                                      Did I come
                                                      Somebody else
                                                      Opened the door
                                                        It wasnt me.
                                                        Im not a woman tonite.

His rooms is horribly boreing,
Pyscho if you ask me,
But what if we shifted points,
Id take the highest ground,
If only I could girls.
He has a boy,
One of those tall,
Tattooed voodoo doll
of a man, I wish,
Oh I wish there comes a day,
What a day it would be.
What happens now,
I probably do something about it.
Id probably sing the blues,
All over again until
The hang over you gave me goes away.
Hover, stick around to know that I am not
your sweet cakes, im not no honey bun twinky
love sunshine palm tree,
******* if you wanted to know
what I knew.  His hund drew the window down,
The car smelt like a boat,
Could of been,
My name is mary tonite,
Hes henry, the worst possible name,
It had to be henry,
Henry jesus, henry,
Big foot henry.  
Kept a steady speed all nite,
He didnt try anything funny,
But he could of made a move.
The results,
Call the winner for her turkey shoot price.
He started getting drunk,
Wow really,
The only thing stopping me from leaping
Out drunk from my body,
Was the fact that he had a beard,
Bearded turkeys,
We arrived at the gas station,
Someone had a confession to make.
I dont feel like a girl anymore.
Its ok your an independent woman.
You decide we needed a bag of ****.
The oldest friend I have agreed,
We needed ****,
Im serious,
Swirly ice cream cones at dq,
I have some on my nose, you wife it off
With a sand paper napkin, it feels like
Im addicted to boys like you,
Military, im in love with one,
This time,
Im considering what I need to do.
My friend from band is having a crisis,
Frank died with the gunmen,
Low mobility god brought,
*******, do something more creative,
Cheap, your the cheapest ******* I know.

End of part 1

Keep on letting us know how bad the break up was.
Some of us are just as bad as you mite think.
Anxiety, helplesness, *******, all *******,
Fill this website with garbage.
Becuase I am as bad as you are.

My brother has forgotten
The way ivy grows on fences
And trees.
Let me show you the way ivy grows.

You have to start small,
Smaller then a humming bird,
Pretend your here with me.
You wont see me if your passing by,
Im behind a ten foot fence.
I heard the gas pedal excelerate.
If your listening now.
You have to yank the thin vines
Until there's a basket ball court.
Yank the vines until you see
The dump behind the fence you
Always wanted to know what was
So private.  
It was a rusty wheel barrel next to a
Dead lawnmower.  
The years are a epithany like the lost baseballs.
Be the green monster that makes us forget.
Let the ivy hide what it hides.
But, one day you and I will have to loose our
Grip on the house we used to call home.

Moses o mighty moses,
Shoes of god are naked,
Holy is the ground,
And holy is his chambers.

Unholy are the sons of horace
Who must pay up in death.
And by the staff freedom
Is sweet like milk & honey.
God of prophets
Tell the family Abraham loved
Opression never goes unanswered.
The waiting finally has ended.

Theres the tree,
Pruned back,
2009 looked like a dream,
Brads poniac yellow shirt,
We sped down vassualt,
Over the hills soul,
Where the russian boys
Name was carved on the old mans ugly tree.
The bleeding branches,
Force us to slow down.

In the movies nobody dies.
The actors are imortal,
The actors get to leave a crash scene.
The filming stops.
We get to see the russian boy go to college.
He buys the old house over the hill.
Becomes an engineer and prunes the tree
That killed him on vassualt street.  

We always think of the tree
And the apples which line the
ground like graves.
Somewhere it happens
Every year.
Fast cars and slanted hills.

Read till ya bleed.
Then read some more till your dead.
When you get to heaven dont stop reading.
Then when your bored they will send you to hell.
Hell is full of books.
Read everyne of em you can.
You will become smarter then those god dam demons.
So they will become jealous.
Hell is full of jealesy.
They will have to return you to earth.
When they do
Start writing.
If your still not crazy by then
Give up!
Give up and become a doctor!

The pain of death is truly human.
But love is universal.
The transition
Is swallos building their home.
But the conflict lies between
The eagle and salmon.

The pain of death is truly human.
But love is universal.
The transition
Is swallos building their home.
But the conflict lies between
The eagle and salmon.

You and I will
Hide behind these
Red and blue sky
Scrapers.
And dance with
The colors
That change
Every thick
Bold line
Into a new
Dimension
Like
You and I
Looking across
The street
From my world
To your unique
Red window.
My office is filled
With blue dreamers.
And yours is red with
fresh smiles.

The vultures im told are preying on us.
Even in your home you cant avoid
The meeting.
The vultures his or her name,
They promise to discover you,
You cant avoid starvation.
I know from experience water
Kills you faster.
My friends dont understand
How complete and thurough
They the vultures work.
Few birds go after what no one else wants
Because there's to much of it to go around.
To many rotten amatureish feelings make tons
Of cash when they have to pay for their own heart.
Dont call it vanity,
all the pros call the vultures vanity a scam.

Look a the eagle digging
His claws into the salmon.
If it was slower
You would notiice
That the tree that
Dies kills the life
That thrivwed on
The unbrella parasite.
The dead kills us.
While we ingnore life saving
The way I see a huming bird three feet away.
Theeres nothing to say ill come again.
To see the world full of noise.
The anthem of love and nature.
Hunts you  down when the unlucky deer.
Feeds the craving I have in winter.
You hate the way we survive.
But after aweekyoue
Achanged antalo9e.
Often the people you love
Forgive ******* lauphs.