I was born fast and moving in the back of a bus 8 ½ miles outside of New Orleans. I was not noticed until my ***** cries wafted to the front of the bus, heard by a 50-year-old transvestite named Is-he-dora trying to homestead in Kentucky. She put me her manicured under arm and carried me off.  You see, mom pulled up her ******* quick, smoothed out her cardigan, and popped a Quaalude before the driver could realize she climbed out of the emergency back exit.  

My first drink was bourbon through a ******. I teethed raw leather, the heel of an old boot, and a mannequin who was named Dolly. She only wore red satin and peacock feathers. The gals only bathed her in sesame oil with almonds floating in the jar. She smelled of mom. My school was on the laps of the people in the back of racetrack stables. I take my learning fast paced with a side of jockey.

I took to the streets half paved by the beats. Cassidy may have had the road, but I had the words. I was thrown out of every Mormon congregation south of the Mason-Dixon. I made it to New York in a bathtub in the base of a pick up truck for the purposes of shoplifting for fun and profit. I vogued my way through Harlem, and at night I slept with Dolly’s sister in the bedding section of bloomies.

Here I am. Right in front of you. Can you see me? Can you smell me? Can you feel me?

Nature overcomes us                                                                                                With its upper hand and                                                                                         We remain unable to confront it anytime ...                                                          When it's cold ,then                                                                                                  We immediately go inside ....                                                                                  Nature versus man                                                                                                  Simply because man is a weak creature ....                                                           In front of nature ,then                                                                                            We all become dwarfs ...                                                                                           No more or no less ....                                                                                                                         _____________________

Let my words dance into your mind
let them paint a picture of pain yet beauty
let my words help mend your broken heart as you travel through time
let my words remind you of the love that this life offers to you
let them dance
let them bring you peace when you feel as if you can't breathe any longer
let the words dance from my vocal chords be an inspiration and motivation as you
hear them
feel them
write them on your heart for a rainy day
because my friend we all need to hear that we are loved
So don't ever let the rain, rain on your parade
Don't let that boy steal your spirit when he walks away
don't let the silence over power your song and you move through this world
don't let this world take away that beat
because with out it you just might lose yourself
so my friend
let my words be printed on your heart fro a rainy day
because we all need to remember we are loved.

O my love
Look into my eyes; what do you see?
I see only us in our eyes
There is no boundary to keep us constrained
We are eternally free
We are free birds and we serve only the heavens
As I listen to you and you listen to my beats
Our voices echo across the oceans
For eons to come, such passion will be remembered
So is our love, my sweetheart

This love
You have seen within yourself
You have felt its power
You have dreamed of the future
You have written secret songs
and
Prayers

I wake up feeling like nothing is real
and my heart beats
and I'm panicking
and I'm sweating
and I want to die
I don't really understand why I cry
If I could just get over it, I promise you I would

Time's clock ticking, drops
infinity into the rust of bedside tables.
In Bed-Stuy, in D.C, dear Baltimore. And you too,
Ferguson.
East Coast warriors raise high heavy heads.
Break loose shackles, blushing muscles. Veins
of ancients pump through us.
Now we cry for peace. Resilience and time
******* out from present pleasures. T.V screens.
Longing hours contemplating
forgotten dreams. Nightmares,
trickle blood out of nosebleed section patrons.
An operatic multitude of greed
and insanity. Corrupt millionaires
spit down on struggling, stuttering
lost and alone
actors, poets
the good politician.
The neighborhood bully weeps after swatting a fly,
and immortality feigns existence. Be here
now death, let them know the coming of peace,
spiraling black holes
of emotion and pride and dead boys.
Broken time continuous, and hearts.
9-11, 2001 rocked a nation,
what rocked you?

the forestry rocking,
the love of esquire beats down,
I take to surest heights.
Of that I have confound.

Sitting by the waterside as the waves hit my feet
I have a beer in my hand as I’m jamming to the beat
The sun is shining so bright
And getting my tan on feels just right.

This is the life, sitting by the waterside
Nothing but good vibes.
The water is my sanctuary
The breeze my...
Whatever it is, it brings me inner peace.

Filled by love and a prosper of life
I built a fire that will last through the night.
Sing some songs that help you forget about all the bad times,
Share the love that’s in the air and bring on the good times.

Because sitting by the waterside feels so right.
Hearing the wave’s crash in through the night.
Nothing else could be any better, with friends, good vibes and an open sky.
Sitting by the waterside has made me feel alright.