What the hello!
Columbia coffee------------- makes my head spin
                              Out of              my mind
My stomach sick
My cheeks chewe(d)
Like Ice
been ****** up  up  up
into a Splenda brew
                 Pinched straw
                    my nerves
                       a mess

I shake the world from my feet
***** and unholy
Bring forth a new start

Stepping towards the mark
Lifted from trails
Blown through the altitude.

Blessed by love and torn from death
To gather hope ill be in your heart

When the day grows dark
The light shines on
My stride is stronge
My smile rung

But I'll keep on keeping on

inside a passenger seat breathing in a static drive
leaving rolling hills to the ocean's waves
let's slip into the sands.
hide inside our skin
and dive deep.


I'll meet you on a shore
beached and shy,
full of life

and thirsty.

Do you know what it's like to be young at heart?
To have a baby face?
And no one takes you seriously?
I do.
My man doesn't believe me. Hess fighting with me cuz I'm a *******.
I don't work when i say I do and
I buy classic Pumas that make me feel good.
It doesn't matter.
When I'm at the dive bar by myself
And the fools think I'm cute cute
When I'm sad.
What a night.
I said yes
A week ago.
And I thought
My shoes
We're fly.

you caught me upon a fallen star
and wished me away to the
desert Mars.

A dead plain with foreign men
of simple things in a nightmare,

awaken me to humanity.

where i can breath again,
the stormy sands will be forgotten
and all the horrors beneath.

can't help but feel rotten.

but wait you make the clouds
tare their eyes from death,
to rain upon my fallen dreams
and make an ocean deep.

I get lost in these spaced themes
but know you are all there is to me.

in doubt do i know the reason
to make part of this promise
self expressed and won.

there is age like a sound drawn out
and there is youth in its prime
which track do i cross?

which path do i find.

It could be more than love in a cold night
Always searching for destiny,
Chasing after December.

It could be dark falling asleep
But nothing matches the mystery,
Of dreams and disaster.

Would I know the truth
As a ruse, to excuse
Intensity?

Telling a day to break the light
So sure of being left behind,
The pressure of treasure is
So hard to find.

And so the flow takes the tole
And a mind unfolds,
Within immortal skies.

To each his own,
His curiosity lies.

What a man they say
as my leather
combat
boots
feel loose on my toes.

And my legs feel like
rubber
crossed just so,
a gentleman can smile
at my shoes.

This posture on a bookstore's
wall
is to practiced.

Troubled with this pen
to scratch a poem
not unlike
a gypsies
woe.

I'm twisted up in a knot and I can't let go
Of this ****** up music in my soul
What can one girl do against the whole
Of society?

That's what they want you to think
With a head shrink and an empty pill bottle
Oh how this world burns
My sensitive heart.

When will it stop
Start again.

we danced in starlight
and slept in mirrors,
leaving our heads
and finding our spirits.
small cities and escape plans--
like sardines we piled into the metal,
viewing different slides of life.
chasing the echo of thought
pinned between railroads
as sharks to the sea,
salty and brine.
we landed in Midworld's bar,
stepping out of our skins
and into new cells.
like dna strands unwinding
in a sea of atoms.
holding together on a galactic
cord.
we wrote our own science fictions
but finding your body again,
is trickier.

Day off again
Time to read a book or
Flip through story book page
As I
grasp Promethia
And
Take the stage
                 While You
uplift a thought to
the whale dream.

Native tongue
My craving.

Here we go on another roll
Through the past the present
The new year

Watching xena play and the
Red firerocks blaze
While love ones rock the Mississippi.

And darling friends smoke
The marajuana and send
Their love into the future.

We'll time it bends
and wraps Us in its
Day it's night it's eather.

Let's be ourselves
Protect the will
To make dreams
become tomorrow.

Oh Natalie, where did you go!
Over the fence under the road?
You make my heart sick
And my voice numb.

The November wind blows cold
Sweet girl
When will you come home?

And now I smoke vinataba
from Vietnam.

Like a heat with air puffed
Finished hunting can lay down my bow
To many birds,
Daddy.

liquid courage and muddy feat
track across the unknown sands,
walking towards affinity.

hear the heart beat there isn't much
that can stand the scene,
of life and death and beginnings.

i don't care about material things
like my social stats.
winded up on a nails hinge
threaded by divine design.

everything carries it's weight
in colour.

i told myself that you would come back around
towards my little town.
i told myself that you'd be there
when i needed the lightning.
even now the taste is bitter of folly and lore,
and i can't take it any more.
another wave crashed over you in a cold daze
and i know it pulled you further out to sea,
but i still love your melody.
hallucinating on a bleak "oh well"
        of lingering spells.

and i still love you're memory.

we built this hearth from heart and stone,
and how it has overgrown.
the fire flowed like water and the water burned like heat.
the wind dragged fall leaves across the road
and then you left me.

A rare old fashion curiosity
   in a modern day book,
took away my breath
   in one moment,
of exquisite living.

you dislocate a broken image of your frame
of a unrepentant distant life.

as sure as you are still alive

So off with the heads,
you despise a dream of lies.


i want to gaze into night skies
I only gave it a test,
make sure that love is safe.
you haven't slept in quiet awhile
and in the dark side
there are consequences set
in the dead of the night.

My tooth aches in my mouth,
the space where it use to be.
A  gap
In me memory,
drinking
remembers my smile.

out of the silent planet
Oyarsa cries,
you are mine.

The moon inside you aches
when my cold wind blows.
I can not shake its light
reflecting my own.

It's feels like winter calling,
On a hot July day.

It feels like winter calling,
In January we'll  be ready

I’ve been walking in the dessert
Sand still and deep

Shifting grains of humans
By animal instinct

My water is your water
We are to keep

And punished for
The ancestors plight
The sins

They spawned
Muad’Dib

dipped into the sea
the ocean breathes salty,
sunk into the sand
and floating on the wind.

carried by a drifters song.
and we flow into the other's soul.

like a mystic fire's burn
and it glows,
caught within the makers hands.

travelling down old roads,
bring the dirt to be sown.
marked by days end,
as ancient as man.

and so the story goes.

The house sleeps while I tip with toes
Around the boys
Who stink of smoke and dream,
About the girl who
As a mouse was quiet without a peep.

And all the words left unsaid
Were echoed in that
Drifter's head.

I sit outside with cold thoughts wrapped in my hair
as voices carry to my ears, numb from information.
people laugh through window cracks and heat evaporates the door locks. breathing in each quiet moment. my hands carry a weight of words my lips kissing silent air. I am alone with a stale buzz.

good night poets.

the cards are in your hands,
i've played to win my men.
oh sister,
distracted as  bee to nectar,
and you a wall flower.
it's no fun to always win...

laugh off disaster
as a fog in your dream.

Can you place a hand upon wha you want most?

Can you touch tangible dreams?
Does a beat begin to grow

In the pit of the soul?
Did you think?

In a half empty mind.

What stars shined with the sea
With hopeless pleas....

Crashhh
Crash

S
I
N
K

Into hidden hours....

Where a fire burned
D
E
E
P

Will knowledge know and keep?

What makes me hold this heat

Is you!

i moaned a thought to a certain sigh, why am i such a mess?
that rain looks like shine and actions unrefined?
what a beauty waisted on time.

i saw,
i saw,
what truly lay there.

too sweet to lay bear,

why was it so hard to see,
that ,leaving meant
leaving ache to seed.

let nature be free,
i must be a little crazy..

rmy face has shrunken 5 times in my hands
been some time now,
and still im yours
now just run.

Perhaps it has always been me
Set in the same pace.
its fall again and the leaves are hanging colors.
The wind has picked up
and the air
feels colder.
In retrospect the light dawn
slays the night,
and everything is clear.

Sometimes I’m a ****
When I stay after work
At the bar
For a drink
Maybe two.

Just killing time
Spending my dime

And I forget to text you.

It’s hard to come home
When your asleep
I feel alone

Just want
A little
conversation

this empty hole can burn
down so deep,
being rejected and left for
the crows to eat.
Let not my bitter pain
consume your memory,
or better yet.
Let the dusk take anger to sleep
and forgive as you seek
the deck of
beat
        beat
beats
as the grave saves and you
are at the end
of your mind.

i celebrate the hallowness of my traveled bliss
why not take hold on science or the linch?

i lost the bet.
believe it or not.

Man that dog is Farrell
He got me like I’m single
Got a lighter for a lady
Come and say maybe
Spend some time with me
Show enough we keep
Stepping on a beat
Come dance with me
I think he got me on a leash
But I can speak fast
When my mind unwrapps
Bout to tap that
But walking in the street
Feels clean to me
Stopping on Ferret
Gonna win that bet
No ciggerettes please
But my lungs got needs

And I can’t stop thinking of you.

THANKS FOR BEING A *****


You are old, born an enigma
Adopted
Science fiction is your hate
Addiction is your love

You love death
Destruction
*****
******
Al you know is ***

My family is nothing
I am nothing

You are synthetic
A mind without a mother
A father is your gap


YOU WISH I NEVER TALKED TO YOU
ABOUT CHILD BIRTH

A witch
A siren
A harpy

Sees the moonlight
On water
Like pearls

Like my memory
My sailor heart stirred
Awakens
To the oceans
lore

The water
Is deep
Is restless

Dark things live
Beneath
These waves

The treasure
Hidden
And kept
Secret

A journey
Most dangerous
And a dragon
Laid waste

It’s been a long time sense I wrote anything down. Organized myself into thought.
Made my self alone and inspired by sound.
Been alone in a city our home
We made together
Pilgrims in love
And for a few my nights linger
Bright screams fill my eyes
Smoke and ***** my breath
Separation
Like the wind there
In the trees
A soft summer breeze
Even at the equator you
Can hear me

I came as fresh as pine
My skin deep in scars
Of amber sap.

Never before had the
Flesh been warn
By the stripe

You did strike and begin to
Muster up as lust does
An incubus within

Who took pride in
His body suit
So willful
To touch and sin

He takes up his chord a spell
A shadow of Black Mary
No boundaries
Between trust

And I serene in slumbers art?
Spoken for my dreams
Of spirits drift

asleep.
A fire
Deep.

Burns out circumstance to decision.
Oblivion.
The back we scratch at 1:56
The  gorgon casts
A distinct stare.

Black mold holds its breathe
On the ceiling
These bedsheets are soft
And the bottle dry

Suffer in silence,
Mr. tobacco smile
Burning regret
Peels my skin.

I can hear my vagabond mind
Racing
I’ve got you in my thought

My breathe stinks up the air
As I stare at the ceiling
And it weighs
Heavy
On me.

Pine needle shower
All over the deck
My brother above
Sweeps the roof
I
Pick ferns
For art
And write a poem

The house is gutted
A blank space
Where my
Memories once lived