I watch you roll with
precision. You see me,
looking at you,
looking at me.

How do I turn this
silence into something?
A little tobacco, and other things
occupy the air in our shared
atmosphere. It is obvious,
we are both more than aware
of each other.

You look my way, I look away.
An endless game of tag between
our eyes. You stand and I
watch you leave.

I like the way your
joint sits on your lips,
but I'd rather it
be me.

The sky is a river
Silver hairs decorate it’s crown:
A ruby here, an opal there
Whisks of sunlight everywhere

Golden hues, baby blues
The sunset gives us clues
But how do we search for what
We have yet to know?

What do you think
snail shells, cow bells &
the sublime of our milky way
all have in common?

A sequence in numbers
that lead me back to you

burning a flag is also a symbol, a symbol of freedom in the face of tyranny, a symbol of protest against a nation whos people have come to believe no longer represents their interests, or openly try to curtail their freedoms (like burning the flag)...it is a symbol to our military personnel that they have gone out to fight for freedom, so that we here in america can have the right to express ourselves without fear of reprisal. the flag is the personal symbol of every american's right to speak and be heard, and if burning the flag is the only thing that tyrants and their willing followers will hear, then i am a proud american who will burn an american flag to protest this tyranny

if you were here
would you see me the same as you see me in my words
would your lovely soft lips recite with such
feeling the words you say
if you were here at my side
the crisp sun reveals more than just
picturesque lake and the perfections of paradise
how would you see me if you were
as naked before me as i am to you now
i am crying inside a river of hurt that seems to have no end
how would you see me if you were here by my side
i would see you as beauties soft hand
come to ease and hand to hold
this river is a teasing of darkness
come to shadow my door
it will pass
will you still be here with you soft words
how would you see me
if you stood before me with none of the words to obscure
would you hold my hand stranger
comfort me in my loss
if you could
be here without words to obscure

Sweet as sin, as
Sensual as--
Sunday's in a foreign movie

Naughty nectar,
Tangy taste
I wanna reach first base

Come on over, honey baby
Lay with me like yesterday's blues
I'll forget to remember you if
You remember to forget me not

It is a bittersweet world, *after all

It is so simple,
We've come undone, but I'd still
Love you 'til the end

in the spanish quarter
her eyes fixed on the dim light passage
as she awaits the coming hand of deceptions
with her recital of whispers like a prayer
she sweats openly
to her its a pressure point at the breaking
its a devils delight in the black heart of evil men
so as the wick of her flame clings to its purpose
as it burns true to pure
as you knew it would
you sit by her side
wait out the hours
forsake the dawn it never comes to this desolate place
forsake all trust love hope
they fled this desolate place
stand for who you are
stand for rights victory over wrong
truth even if it means your death

He said, "Your attraction elongates my friend with one eye"
Magnetism gets confused with pleasure and quick steam of flying juices
A one sided satisfaction
A distraction
That's causes a reaction
For me to see you completely different
The excitement is gone
Disastrous
Insecurities releases
Now you got a problem
I'm surrounded by a **** boy
Who can't control his *****
The ***** controls his sentence
Pleasure is his witness
A temporary fix
Unity disappear
Don't **** with chemicals
You don't see clear
I swear
I feel different when I release that energy
Cuz there's no understanding to this attraction
He said, "you got me up"
But there's more to my attraction
don't be blinded by what you can get into
To make your organs loose
Why can't a man be attracted to a woman or a woman attracted to a man and not engage in those yin/yang wonders

I have to go but before I do
you should know,
it was great,
it was the moment that fate will recognise as the time that it opened my eyes before it was late enough not to know that stuff.
And now I know.

Like the time I was fast but was really so slow that time all but stood still,
and the more that it stood still the greater the hill that I needed to climb, got bigger and bigger.
I could hear the clock snigger as time slowed to look,abandoned I shook with an internal pain,trying to gain what was lost,trying to catch up the life that was racing away.

Someone screamed,
why bother,just stay in the rut,that was just me wanting to say an 'ah but'
but that didn't stop me from this life completely
it spurred me on.
I want to say before I'm gone
it was great and it's never to late for a leopard to alter his spots or to thank those lucky stars that he is no longer a part of the 'think I have not's'
Fate dealt me the hand that I play
each day a new deal
each day I can feel
lucky.