if you're lost without               direction
i will be one of maybe             just a few        
i can be    your  own                compass                  
let me        encompass          you, when
direction       is unknown       my arms
are a                 place to                move,
come                    in enjoy the warmth
for i                           will always face
north                            straight true
                          
when your life is all recessions
and really all  depressions  too
let me be
your
compass
let me come encompass you
your Longitude and Latitude are
all thrown
in a muck
let me get you to a place,
where you wont feel so stuck


               The tropic of cancer
       Is not a place for one to linger
  if you need to             grab my hand
hold on like i'm               your stringer
   when you cant                
       gasp another
           breathe and    
               there   isn't
                   anything
                       you  can do
come, and          let me be your    
compass,                let me come  
  and                        encompass you
   every sigh                  you relieve      
     will help                    find you on
          the map,                 and every
             time you             squeeze
                my hands, will help
                      you to relax
                      

this world is                     full of                     problems, one
thing that im                for sure, so                lets forget all
  the complacent           and replace               them with
    something               more,      wipe           away your
       tears you              wont         need        them where  
          we are          going.             if your    lost ill be
           your paddles                         we can find the
            way together                          and just like
              a little                                   compass ill
              be here                                     forever

Our studious days blended
into frolicking nights
then back
into studious
days again.
A perfect rhytym
accompanied us
behind the scenes of madness,
bits of debauchery
& body experimention.
We played stick quiz
after kissing the ****.
Wild Turkey & J.D.
waited in the wings
to pick up the slack.
Flake was there too.
Who knew what that
**** would do,
wired paranoia ******.
And then there were
long episodes of Kama sutra-type
behavior.
All of us were
saviors to each other,
emptying our hormonal-vaults
in abundance,
the floodgates opened,
usually after Louie Louie dances.
The first time I tasted
beads of shower water
on hard *******,
amongst other delicacies,
was back in those days.
Baby said we gotta go
& we did.
Man that was delicious.

Rich smells of ash seep into mahogany
Spilled beer and sweat and tears,
Trembling hands rock grains and knots,
Anguish hammered in fist by fist,
Screams inlay throug varnish thick,
Smoke won't consume non-existent lungs,
Sadly.
Whiskey wont corrode a non-existent liver,
Sadly.
Non-existent hearts won't fail from grief known, sadly.

Fire may free you

I'm good with words but I can't organize them.
A million sentences float through my synapses in a stormy sea of thought.
I try to catch them but there's a hole in my net and a leak in my boat.
As if I wrote a million books but they were shredded and now fill my skull.
Fishing out broken sentences.
Sewing together a makeshift rhyme.