The frumpy ragamuffin is discombobulated
And throws together an out fit
She dawns a fur coat in the middle of July
And begins to eat Alpo
She exfoliates her feet with a cheese grater

The top notch tuba player with a hook for a hand suffers from bed sores and an over active pituitary gland
I ask him what the difference is between reasons and excuses
He seems to be dancing around the question
But answers in a round about way
Implying that one is organic and natural while the other is genetically modified and man made

It's zero hour
As I look at the broken coo coo clocks
And the rainbow colored rocks

The ragamuffin presumptuously tells me that no one benefits from doubt  
Then calls my friend a bed wetter
And tells us she must go to feed her Venus flytraps
She storms back towards her laboratory

I wonder what she could possibly do in there
I'm dying to know
I'm on the edge of my seat
With one foot in the grave

The tuba player returns wrapped in an electric blanket
He tells us he's just suffered from sleep paralysis
"It's a dead zone, can't get a signal"
He goes on to say that blind faith is is a stepping stone to the truth
A game of William Tell, a stab in the dark
A round of Blind man's bluff with Marco Polo

Testing the waters is a building block of wisdom
And a clean bill of health is corner stone of a happy life
That you have to pay for out of pocket when playing the field
And we are the choices we've made incarnate

Now, the ragamuffin and the tuba player come once more
To tell us the mind is as incorruptible as the soul
But the body will bow to time and wither away
They then walk backwards, back to where ever they came

I’m lying in bed
******* on an electronic cigarette
After having a nice glass of absinthe
Which has left me with a warmth in my face

My father lied about “going down the shore to help Jimmy
Pal-Park install cabinets”
Instead he’s somewhere with I think Jimmy the Hook snorting seven hundred bucks of my dad’s retirement money up their noses

Coke

I’m not surprised
This happens every so often
Always has
For the past fifteen years of my life

He wouldn’t come home
My mom would freak out
He would answer the phone
Then he’d come home all ****** up, exhausted, strung out

Apologizing and begging us to take him back in
And we would


Mom would have me and my sister decide
We we’re ******* kids!
I was nine she was four
And my dad would be sobbing and sitting on the edge of his bed facing us with his inflamed nostrils
We couldn’t throw our dad away
So we’d let him back into our lives and allow ourselves to be hurt again

Not only did he betray our trust and our mom’s trust
But he used money we didn’t have to feed his addiction
We had to put a second mortgage on the house
My mom pushed to get promoted, knowing all the stress and hair ripping frustration that came with it
Even though she’s amazing at what she does, we all know she can’t handle the pressure
But she still carries on
My father is a hard worker
Worked all his life
But that mother ******* coke habit
******* it
******* him

When he went to rehab for twenty eight days
That’s when I tried *** for the first time
That’s when I cut myself for the first time
That’s when I knew I couldn’t trust anyone
That's when i tried to **** myself for the first time
Not even my own father

When we visited him
He looked red, puffy, eyes bulging, wrinkled and long haired
But he spoke of hopeful sobriety and God
What **** that was, he was back at again in a year
That’s when I stopped caring
I went into a reclusive state
I hated him
I hated every one
I hated myself

I began to take a good look at myself and my life
I distanced myself emotionally form my family
I couldn’t take it anymore, the wasted tears and wasted time
I became a mere guest in my own house
I only lived there

My mom always said she’d divorce him when I and my sister were done with college

She only stayed for the money
I think he stayed for the roof, the food and the medical benefits my mom got

And I don’t get it
My dad isn’t well
He’s diabetic
He’s got blood pressure problems
He’s got arthritis
He’s got bad knees
He’s got psychological issus
Rage
Mother issues
He’s a workaholic
He had ******* cancer!

Yet, he still continues to put ******* into his body
Completely disregarding his health, he’s family and his own life and dignity

I hate him
My mom hates him
My sister hates him

I promise, all of you, my family, my life and whatever God or spirit created us all and keeps us here on this strange trip we call life
I will never, ever, ever become my father
I will never forsake those I love for an idiotic, immature addiction

We tried to help him
We did what we could
And still do
I just don’t know anymore

I really don’t

Guiltlessness
Swallowed my pride and chased it with scotch
I’m here to collect my belongings

Hungry foxes
Emaciated
Crawling into the hen house

Built this stress
Out of bricks of procrastination
Boards of uninterest
Blocks of hesitation

Go forth, don’t forget your pen and paper
It’s either now or later

Trusting rivers
The earth is moving
While I unleash truths from a cigar box

Contemplate
Answering the questions
That you were too afraid to ask

Go back, and rewrite the letter
It’s either then or never

When she opened her mouth and spoke
Everything in my minds went silent

Every single thought and worry dissipated

When you're like me
Concerned
Self-conscious
Always second guessing  

You're never quite relaxed
Even at my most quiet and seemingly at ease
I'm over thinking
"Is my hair okay?"
"Does my breath smell?"
"Are my shoes clean?"
"Is this out fit stupid?"
""Should I've shaved?"

And when my eyes met hers the only thing I cared about was that gleam in her iris
The porcelain smile behind her lushes soft looking lips

"Oh **** do I look okay?"
"Oh man what do I say to her?"
"What do I do?"
"Okay, just be cool"

"Um, hi" I play with my hair
"Uh, I'm Tommy" I crack my knuckles
Avoiding eye contact at all costs

She thought I was cute

When we're together my focus was on her
The words coming out of my mouth
Well formulated

"Be witty"
"Be smart"
"Be funny"
Be nice, genuine, caring, honest and sweet"
But not too sweet, she'll think you're a *****"
But don't be an ******* either"

She laughed at my stupid jokes I would stutter on
And poke fun at my social awkwardness
She held my hand and said she never felt more comfortable with someone
She said she never had anyone care about her as much as I did

She told me she loved me and every time she said it I knew she meant it

Soon all my apprehension vanished
All I card about was her
The times I spent with her
The things I could to for her
The things I wanted to say to her
The love I wanted to make with her

And she would do the same for me
Her distress about the future
Of money and the pain of her past disappeared
When she was with me I finally had someone who from me as much as I did for them
For who they we're
And that's all I could ever ask for

Who am I inside my own mind?
Deep inside the answer lies
I’m not sure what I’ll find
In the confines of my head

Throw away what’s fake
Forgive my mistakes

As I walk down this crooked street
It seems to narrow for me
My ego and my id
The infants and the old
Dividing house and home
Broaden my perception

I see more than what’s here
At last visions clear
Joy out weights my fears
Not everything’s black and white
No words for what I’ve seen
It’s all mine, it’s me

There’s always something more
Look further and examine
Find the truth, toss out the lies
And just enjoy your life

Take the blue or take the red
Take a trip inside your head
Are we living, living dead
Right is wrong and left is right
Yell and scream day is night
Beauty so serene

Hello goodbye nowhere somewhere
Going at your own pace, see the signs
The answers almost there
So clear
So near
My dear

All I asked for was a little off the top
And if you could top me off
Now I see stupid people with double chins
I'm with stupid t-shirts and kick me signs on their backs
Completely unaware of the indecent truths of the world
Truck drivers  stopping at greasy spoon diners, ***** dives
Driving down freeways, parkways, highways, turnpikes and interstates
People eating up the **** the press put on us
Augmented *******
Formaldehyde for our loved ones
Pull the plug, push the plunger
On the tobacconist and his eerie broad shoulders
I asked to french kiss, I was rebuffed and left flat alone in a gazebo
The apathetic drive through worker told her to **** her father with an indifferent look
A bead of sweat traveled down her tempted face
Her moral spindle is low on twine
Her meds are wearing off
The roustabout is now a stenographer after his time in the roundabout and a heave **
Into a case of small pox and a bout with shingles
As the biker gets nursed back to health
And we all slowly decompose

So who will be your lover now?
I’m out, I smile and take a bow

No one to be there
For you no more
Cry your eyes out baby
Cause I'm gone

Now you apologize
You must think I'm dumb enough to believe you

You lied
Right to my face
I never want you again
So goodbye

So this is it no good bye kiss
No so long hug or one last ****
You cheater
Heart break *****
That’s it
Just my luck
All it took
Two seconds
Enough in my book
Walk out the door
No more
This is bitter sweet
Now you've lost me
Yeah yeah you will see

You tore my life to pieces
So now I'm finally out and
Living it up
Don’t care what your doing
I don’t need you

Now looking back on us
We really should have seen this
All the problems ah forget em
They've drown to the inner sanctum
Dow, down
But I do recall
You were just so ******* selfish

I couldn't take it
But I gave in
Dumb-***
That I was to let
You continue
Even took my trust
And ripped it to bits
Then just left
But it's for the best
Now I'm finally free and
I can do what I want

You tore my life to pieces
So now I'm finally out and
Living it up
Don’t care what your doing
I don’t need you

Now I let go
So this is it no good bye kiss
No so long hug or one last ****
You cheater
Heart break *****
That’s it
Just my luck
All it took
Two seconds
Enough in my book
Walk out the door
No more
This is bitter sweet
Now you've lost me
Yeah yeah you will see

You tore my life to pieces
So now I'm finally out and
Living it up
Don’t care what your doing
I don’t need you

Think of yourself as a raindrop falling
Into a lake of sugar water on a sunny spring day
Children come to drink the sweet water
To swim, splash, dive and to play

Tidal wave laughter pours on to the grass
Made of confetti and felt
Transparent bubble clouds waiting to burst
In the sky

Look at the world in the mirror
Made out of cylindrical crystals with blue and red beads
Hear hands clapping while you sing the next chapter
Throwing candy canes and jello molds at your feet

A floating piggy bank comes from the desert
Hoping you'd join him tonight
Now you rest easy because now you know what
It's like to fly

Feel the vibration moving so fluid
Through languid locations, of perennial plants
Their petals massaging your skin, so loving
Then the wind asks them to dance

The sun smiles down on the world
As a huge rainbow boarders around
You close your eyes and inhale the eons
And let out a supernal sigh

It's 8:00 and we have our whole lives ahead of us
Life is silly
I suppose this is who I am for the time being, it will pass
As everything does
So judge away, I'll play the defendant
Bang your gavel and give me the sentence
It's only a life time
It won't mean a thing in your eyes
There's you , then there's me
That's just it
That's all we need to know
To each their own
The quietness, silent only because they cannot scream for help forever
I think the nitroglycerin worsened my cough
Mother's face has been shot off
But father doesn't cry
His crippling soft lies
So I take my over stuffed overnight bag and leave
Eons later, The Wolf, The Coyote and The Raven come
And then all was well in the western hemisphere
All fires dissipated and they all began to rebuild, this time stronger than before
       -Tommy Johnson

Save yourself
Shine a light on me
Don't shed a tear
On top of the hill

There is no wealth
That I leave
Nothing here
An empty will

The dish and the spoon are on the lam
The cow is now jumping Jupiter
As the cat smashes his fiddle in a fit of frustration
While the little dog sobs after being neutered

Satan's pointed horns and hairy hooves are turn-on's for some
While coal miners stick their tongues out at gold miners
Because they will soon produces diamonds
They all laugh with the oil riggers and refiners

I admire Eeyore
He never cries
But stays grounded
And has a great outlook

It's a crawl
On the parkway
An hour drive has turned into a day trip

You've just won a million dollars!
What will you do next?
Buy a new flashy, top self life
So all the Looky Lou's will break their necks

I got shoes to fill
Things to live up to
People to face

Acorns and elder berries
I've got nothing
Can't think of a word

Baptized
Conformed and organized
Made illegal and criminalized
The dollar bill remains idolized
Until we all realize
That everything is all wrong

I chill with rising suns
And setting moons
Hot and heavy winter nights
Calm cool summer afternoons

Colonel Mustard did it in the library with a candle stick
Because the pistol had no bullets

No harm done
No fault but my own

Promises aren't broken
The hope and faith put into them are

But it's all good

Walk to your door, on Saturday
I said goodbye and drove away
You were in pain, you were hurt
I couldn't be with you any more

You were the girl I called mine
Now you’re the girl who told me to die
It isn't my fault the feeling was gone
Can't force something if its wrong

Go to hell
I am on my way
You told me to hang myself
I would if I could

I'm going out with my friends
Back to square one, I'm here again
A night on the town
Their spirits are up but mine is down

It wasn’t fair to you, I'm a cheater
Like a child, you followed the leader
I couldn’t keep playing the game
I let you go and drove away

Go to hell
I am on my way
You told me to hang myself
I would if I could

The union of guilt and pain
The nostalgia drove me insane
The memories so bitter sweet
That feeling that cant be beat

There must be some lesson to learn
Don’t touch the fire you will get burned
Don’t write a cash you can't cash
Plan for the future, learn from the past

I wish you well
Have nice day
Enjoy yourself
You know you should

Enemies, couriers, city-slickers avert your eyes
Heed this warning, I am troubled
I will leave you with more questions than answers
You'd be making time to take time only to waste time
I'm two bottles of wine in and I'm just getting stared
I'm down with going up against someone

I can't clarify if I am friend or foe
I can't ratify fight or flight
It is what it is
Because I said so

Sons and daughters
Keep your eye on the birdie
Time will always show you how much of an idiot you were
Being parsimonious is permissible and bereavement is a give in
I'm three bottles of wine in and I'm just getting started
I'm up for going down on someone

You'll be used, abused and misconstrued
But it will bring out your dexterity
Along with your innate abilities
You do you

I dodged a desert eagle bullet and disappeared
As the swan's trumpet rusted
During the Pentecost
As the ordained minister pressed play
Chiang Kai-sheck pressed on against communists

My horse got spooked by some type of anomaly
Making me late for my two o'clock train
So now I have saddle bags of useless words
My cigarette's one giant granny ash
And my bowl is cashed

Buried hatchets and gateway drugs
Third wheels in search of two way streets
Manic compulsions are my hobbies, I need closure
The bad news bearer has me pegged, I'm still unsure
The bad guy still harbors feelings, drowns in his thoughts

Use you foresight to see that you need
To do the breast stroke to win
But in hindsight I guess you shouldn't have made that last brushstroke beforehand
Clog my toilet with a dollop, you hoot and holler, you'll get a wallop
Rebuked and cold cocked, so despondent kick rocks at their glass house

Goose eggs make green house gas
Do or die, cardiac arrest
Life's calling
The call is dropped
You're unfit for this
I'd like a life line
It's survival of the fittest

       -Tommy Johnson

Let me out
The clock is moving too slow for me
It stares at me, it's laughing

I really don’t wanna be here no more
My foots tapped a hole in the floor

Let me out ,let me out
Rip down the door

Let me out, let me out
This place is a bore

Let me out let me out
I can't be restrained

Let me out let me out
Or I'll go insane

I check the time again it ain't changed
Earth's rotation is to blame

I'm way too tense to be trapped in here
You find me rude but I don’t care

Let me out ,let me out
Rip down the door

Let me out, let me out
This place is a bore

Let me out let me out
I can't be restrained

Let me out let me out
Or I'll go insane

I got no place to go
I just can't be here
Or I'll...I'ill
Explode

This moment in time
Goes by way too slow
I'll lose my mind
If you don’t let me go

Let me out let me out
Rip down the door

Let me out, let me out
This place is a bore

Let me out, let me out
I can't be restrained

Let me out,  let me out
Or I'll go insane

The Patron Saint of Saturday morning cartoons  and The Patriot have died
They've died from patron-hate
We've come to pay our respects and show our patronage
We give the quarters we hid behind our ears for all these years

People go up to their friend, The Saving Grace
Saying, "I'm sorry for your loss"
And she deadpan replies, "Why? Did you do it?"
She was funny like that

All the people coming out of the woodwork
Who knew it was just a matter of time for these two to finally kick the bucket
No bones about it
It's just the luck of the draw
All the mourners come to talk about the two stiffs in the coffins
"IT WAS MY FAULT I WASN'T THERE!" cried The Merchant
"Don't be so ******* yourself" I said trying to comfort him
But I knew in the back of my mind that this guy was reading off cue cards and had such a hard-on for himself
Matter of fact, this caterwauling fool knocked everything The Patron Saint of Saturday morning cartoons stood for with out even trying to understand

"No taxation with out representation gives one a bad reputation"

The Patriot loved drawing baths, stipple dotting, still lives
Always paid out of pocket for the supplies

The best piece of advice he had given me was
"Cheesy stereotypes are just truths that were left out to age and gain a powerful smell we try to avoid because we can never face it"

The Signer and The Co-Signer went off on a tangent in the middle of the whole thing, I think they were having a war flashback or something

"Metaphorical formalities
Formulaic manic depressive
Compulsive obsessive
Metaphysical
Fairly impressive!"

These two were friends of The Patriot during his times at The O.K. Corral
They we're buried in Potter's field
The only two headstones in the whole place

The Patron Saint's read, "Stick & stones may break my bones but boards don't hit back"
And the Patriot's read, "Write me up, write me off, write this down, right on"

       -Tommy Johnson

It always looks better on paper

Drug mules
You'll be carrying a huge amount of drugs from point A to point B and then you'll get paid handsomely after they're done renting out space in your *******

You need not be worried
You need not see this
You need not be here
Get back to your horticultural ventures

Cavities in your bicuspids
They are oblong and plentiful
In terms of shapes and numbers
Moreover, the riddles are almost always to some degree atomic

But more often than not the outgoing ones refuse to falter
When asked to recite the table of elements
Or give a heartwarming speech about social ecology

Yet the quiet ones are known to surprise us
Some can give you the recipe for the best hossenfeffer you'll ever have
Some can make a record that is demanded to be put on constant replay
Or have a deep conversation with a lifelong grouch and have roaring fit of laughter as an outcome

Then there are the horses who are lead to water but die of thirst
Who are baffled with the question, "what is the difference between Taylor ham, pork roll and Canadian bacon?
And can never figure out the complex algorithms
For they are cursed with weak constitutions

"This is just another poem"
My sentiments exactly

All the words are filled with beasts and demons
Except for one
The one that melts my iris in its beauty
She parades in a riptide of water
And moves as if nothing was wrong

Well, Skanky Kelly V.
How could this even be?
You're bleeding down Washington Ave yet again
That new man of your's, he beats you
He cheats, talks down and mistreats you
Because he knows what you are Kelly V.

Me, I'm not too sure what I want
I *** around the town of Dumont
I live a life of echoed apathy
With not much on my mind
I looked for a good time
And you offered Skanky Kelly V.

If you ever met Kelly
Your jaw would hit the floor
She looks like a model from a magazine
Curves in the right places
One in a million faces
Everywhere she went she caused a scene

That night I fell asleep
She left and hit the street
To get off by any means
She found a willing man
And the cycle starts again
For that Skanky Kelly V.

The over-zealous zealot passed the buck to the drunk monk
Who just got back from his vacation in ****, France
Crunching numbers out of context
Inflicting catch 22's

Vocable
Colloquial  
Do-able
Crass
Exerting energy on inert beings
A hankering for mediocre comestibles
Velvet intuition
Ignore the meteorological forecast

Cut to the chase
Regale me
Regain my attention
Tell me the difference between value, price, cost and worth
Distill my soul
Make me more refined
And filter me
So I may reign supreme
Good luck
       -Tommy Johnson

An unrequited love that still offers a seemingly patronizing hand of rapport
Is just another way to say "friend zone"
But you'll be dancing in the end zone
After you finally pay your student loan with money from the job you needed a degree to get which called for the loan in the first place

The salt has spilled off the Lazy Susan
Throw it over your right shoulder

Is this my alter ego?
Or do I have a split personality
Maybe this is my light skinned doppelganger
I've got to get these bats out of the belfry
I've got claustrophobic, roided-out butterflies in the pit of my stomach

Busted paper thin lips
A blood sport
Stop it from clotting
Vaccinate me

This vacuum is a rare find
The national demographic is going through culture shock
Assume a surname
Put on the gargantuan pennant
Go to the pulpit and beg for penance

Gridlock
The paleophone is cracked
Study the topography
And pay the bus fare

The squatters who are on borrowed time
Take a swig from the half empty bottle
After searching their whole lives for an even break
But are forced to cut ties and make a clean cut from society

All the lent hands and ears
Are lodged between ungratefulness and exclusive pity parties
Sweet nothings and forget-me-nots
Do a clean sweep

It's imperative to have a method to your madness
A portrayal of eccentric narcissist
Painting self-portraits
While on some kind of wonder drug
Longing for some moral support

Double-dealing
Double crossing
A hypocritical traitor
Who has the right away

I will watch your blood coagulate around the bullet holes
As your body goes into Rigor mortis
I will commit this picture to memory
I would have bet dollars to doughnuts that it wasn't you
But who wudda thunk it?

It's all just an impromptu turn on a dime
That encumbers you with cabin fever
When you're on display in a human zoo
Where unproductive bull sessions are a dime a dozen

Uncle Sam reclines and unwinds
In his Adirondack chair
The Statue of Liberty reminds the Mater at Arms
Of the time when he was put in a peyote trance
It was only then he caught on
He rammed his head against his headboard every night
Wracking your brain, trying to wrap it around the concept of the excommunication of those who have had their mouths washed out with soap

There will be no fanfare for the stray lambs
They are only meal tickets for the clergy
Concord grapes and word of mouth
Raise the question, "what is in a hot dog?"

Don't latch on to me after I dance with you into mad denial under a brass florescent chandelier in front of all the stock brokers and shareholders
I'll dismantle your silver lining with a spork

The  cow pies disappear due to erosion

It's good to see you, I didn't know burlap sacks were all the rage right now
Stencil your name on it for good measure
How do you feel after your ego death?

Hello doctor I'm in so much pain
I will pay any amount to make it go away
You see, my head is pounding and I can't see
My burned throat is what's really ailing me
Not even my shattered heart hurts this bad
These lacerations are making me go mad

I need to speak but it hurts so much
I need a vocal crutch
The wounds filled with **** and misery
Why oh why has karma done this to me?
Shouldn't have been a loud mouth
So my throat is closed now

There must be some sort of pill to heal me
Perhaps a shot, a needle, yes a vaccine
It strangles me from the inside out
I can't even scream for help
No I can't make a sound
I'm asking for a remedy
Oh please I'm begging on my knees

Worst pain I've ever felt
Inability to talk
Choke in my sleep
Nightmare where I'm in a sonic lock

Inflamed
Engulfed
Infected
And swollen
I fear
Ill never
Ever
Speak again

Worst pain I've ever felt
Inability to talk
Choke in my sleep
Nightmare where I'm in a sonic lock

I need to speak but it hurts so much
I need a vocal crutch
The wounds filled with **** and misery
Why oh why has karma done this to me?
Shouldn't have been a loud mouth
So my throat is closed now

Lost my voice
To the pain
Lost my choice
It was slain
And now I wither in silence
Doctor, doctor gimme your compliance

The castle is under siege
And the flames accentuate your eyes
So forgive me for seizing the moment
But may I make you a sandwich with the crusts sewed on?

You're perched at your widows peak
Staring off at the constellations we have on stand by
Hoping you'll make it to the day of consummation
Wishing for your wildest dreams to come true

The frugal miser and the mogul in search for something lucrative became drunk best friends at the house party last night
It was a kick-in
Five bucks a head
They're gonna invest in a fresh start
In this cruel world
They're prepared to eat they're own words though
They're all talk after all
And you are what you eat

I want the world to have a restart button
And then voila, presto changeo and quid pro quo
Replace the custody battles with relay races
We'll be they x's and they'll be the o's
But I'll be on call

For all the stuck up's
The violators
Selfish
Wastes of life
Who want to be the richest stiffs in the crypt
I just want a cool looking sarcophagus

Rash decisions
Bold and brash envisions
Car crash collisions
Crash and burn
Taking turns
Knotted stomachs churn
Death by ignorance or live and learn

The cable car is inert
A mixed bag
The second coming of sweet talk
The bathroom attendant is the culprit
Who is trying to get his point across
And gain some sensibility

You try to capture my attention
By painting by numbers
The inescapable feelings
Are melting in my mouth
The worn off novelties and furtive commodities
I never thought I'd get this far, allow me to paraphrase

Divide and conquer
This is our valor
Different molds
Different shapes
Different models
Different makes
We have the right away

You try your best to preclude
Dissonant product placement
And learn the differences between emotion, feeling, attitude and mood
The art of subsumption  
Looking for a viable something or other

I am a gun for hire aiming at those who cajole
I am a gun for hire aiming at the rigmarole
I am a gun for hire aiming at the Lords and Commons
I am a gun for hire aiming at special interest groups

Oh, shock of mercy subpoena me into extinction
But not before I get a clear consensus
Of who knows that while you get played they get paid
Then let the Copperheads lay me down under my shroud

On June 15th, a Wednesday at noon

I love how you have a "Life is good" tire cover
When you are a bitter, callous person
Full of hate and double standards
Drunk, overworked and prideful

But at least you're trying to seem happy
I understand
Broken bonds
Bad relationships
Rejection
Loathing from your own parents
I'm sorry friend

But I can't look at the back of your car with out having a chuckle of irony

Well she always keeps clean
And she’s up to date
And she never seems
To ever fake

She don’t take time to worry about the world

My life time fantasy girl
My lifetime fantasy girl

She can spot a liar
She’s a lady of faith
She can see for miles
Doesn’t have time to wait

She makes all my neck hairs curl

She’s my life time fantasy girl
My lifetime fantasy girl yeah

She’s my life time fantasy girl
She’s my life time fantasy girl
Life time fantasy girl
She’s my life time fantasy girl

Lion strike
Lion strike
Laying low
A herd of antelope

Lion strike
Lion strike
Standing still
Staring down the next ****

Lion strike
Lion strike
Hurry, pounce
Abrupt jounce

Lion strike
Lion strike
Hunger subsides
And you survive

Hey little miss singer girl
Belt out a soulful symphony
My ears are hungry
And they must be fed soon
Serenades of fallen kingdoms
Of love that has been lost
Being left, abandon
And winters shimmering frost

Hymns of exhaustion
Of being overworked
Of feeling overlooked
Of obscure, unknown books you've been reading
Oh little miss singer girl
My attention won't divide,
Interests multiplied, when you sing
All my worries subside

You chant to the radio in my car
The echoes travel far
I keep them in a jar
The message and the meaning
The timbre of your throat
Perfect every note
Sheet music that you wrote
And the smile that keeps on gleaming
      -Tommy Johnson

Well little miss singer girl
You have cause my jaw to drop
You have me on the edge of my seat
As you preform miraculous feats of harmony
The power from you diaphragm
Applause from adoring hands
The seas of dazzled fans
Are all astonished by what you can do
Never have I heard a sound so true
Or seen a beauty just like you
A hidden talent that we never knew
You'll be the brightest star of all by the time you're through

Dear little miss singer girl
I love the way you croon
Your range, your pitch
The way you're always in tune
You can cause the clouds to move
The stiffened straight edge groove
The layered hearts go ****
Just by opening your mouth
You can lift the spirits high
The star crossed lovers sigh
And bring tears to all our eyes
And we all know this now

Now little miss singer girl
We're all listening
We're on the same frequency
And we'd all love to hear you sing
      -Tommy Johnson

There are six realms
Humans
Gods
Titans
Hell
Animals
And hungry ghosts

There are seven planes of existence
Physical
Astral
Mental
Buddhic
Spiritual
Divine
And Logoic

There are three worlds
Immaterial which is beyond perception
Fine material which one can enter and achieve bliss without sensual please or pain on the path toward enlightenment
And lastly the Sensuous where the six realms are and where we are

There are twelve dimensions
Three of motion
Time
Feeling
Thought

Three of space
Spherical separation
Circular separation
Linear separation

Three of energy
Electric
Magnetic
Etheric

The last three are The Creation dimensions
Universal consciousness
Universal thought
Universal feeling

I've dedicated my life to cause and effect
To find universal truths
I've found that the truth tickles the soul
Using dialethic logic

Do not hate, love
Do not harm, mend
Do not doubt, believe
Do not live in darkness, spread light
Do not be sad, be joyful
Find peace and create

You are within yourself

Give to give
Within giving you are receiving
Within respecting you are respected
Within accepting you are accepted

Do not torture yourself or others
Be free
Express yourself
Build your own morals and ethics
From logic and experience
Find the truth

Positivity is the key

Come to reason
With compassion and good health

Be loyal
Have discipline
Be patient
Be aware
Be knowledgeable
Focus
Gain wisdom

But do not be easily swayed
Question things
Not for me, or anyone
Do all this for you and only you

Feel life flowing in, out and around you
Be in the moment
Do not dwell in the past
Do not fret about the future
Know the difference between feeling and emotion
Feeling remains
Emotions come and go

Stand firm for your beliefs and for your inner peace and the well being of the world we live in

Create your destiny

Purify yourself from ignorance
Find serenity within yourself
Bring harmony where ever you go
You will be eternal

Death only claims the body
You are one with the universal in all its glory
Nothing can **** that
All is well

******* there’s twenty dollars down the *******
Five cartomizers for this electric cigarette
Why am I even smoking?
I quit five years ago, so why even put this in my body?
Where is the logic in that?
Because I like what it does to me
I like the relaxing hush it puts over me
But ******* it!
These five little cartomizers full of nicotine ain’t compatible with the battery because they’re for the rechargeable e-cigs
The ***** at 7-11 didn’t tell me that, why would she?
It’s her gain and my loss.
That’s her logic “this clueless kid doesn’t know any better, he just wants his nicotine fix.”
****, just ****
So now I either go buy the rechargeable kit for another twenty dollars
Or I just buy another disposable one for ten dollars and make the twenty I already spent completely worthless
Well
I’m not spending the other twenty, forget that right now!
I’m gonna buy another disposable one, then smoke the five nicotine cartridges, then the one it will come with then the first one I bought if it still has some juice left in it
All before the battery runs out and I gotta buy another one
Goodbye lungs!
Logic

A lonely boy
Out on his own
Making up stories
New tales shall be told
Trapped in a fable
That you did write
And you’ll never see
Because you’ll never be
Alive
You’re dying

Oh lonely boy
Forget the ink
Erase the pencil
And live for today
Trapped in a myth
That you did write

Lonely boy
Why'd you pick this day?
At their expense
To die in misery
The fiction of your life
That you did write

Come back
I lack
A head on these shoulders

Come back
Riddle me with rhymes
Fit all in your schedule

Vanish on the *****
Sold them the fabled gold
Sell me the sacred scroll

My mouth
Spits out
Tales of woe

In my
Third eye
Silver’s harvest gown
When it’***** or miss

It once
Ever flowing sub pump
Vanish we won’t know
Where are we now

Dave slipped on a banana peel
And fell into an accusation of nepotism
And illegible label makers  
This was the start of a losing streak
A stifling of his creativity, a hesitation of inspiration
So on and so forth
Cherry did somersaults
And watched the Doppler radar
Snorted lines off a shattered mirror
And quoted tongue twisters
In a car without safety belts
She was a contentious insect
With cauliflower ear
These two divorced a fort night ago due to irreconcilable differences
There was an upheaval in their relationship  
After their lobotomies
Just one of the variables
There was pistol with only one bullet which caused them to fuss and fight
Then the argument who would be on top when they went to sleep in their bunk bed
A mahogany end table went through the window  and a serpentine stream of blood oozed across the floor
It was an act of petulance on someone's part
Who ever it was got away through their underground passageway
All the connotations of the word "brash"
And gray porous creatures
Are mere trinkets of their die hard love

I was your's and you were mine
Too bad love is blind
You were the first I'd find
Too bad love is blind

Oh who could ever see
You being with me?
Two different minds
Oh, love is so blind

Not far or near sighted
The truth, I tried to fight it
I was just so excited
But I was just blinded

Self destructive, depressed
My feelings are suppressed
The trick I learned from you
Nothing else I could do

My heart is now mute
I cannot make a move
Nothing left to prove
In love, someone will always lose

The scar won't fade
But I know one day
I'll be okay, in time
But love will always be blind

My bed is double functional
I use it to make love on
And it is where my mind becomes extracted from my body and goes to planes of potent virtuosity
Where the sheer sound of self-reflection is an incredible pleasure
The body, a conveyor of material wants and superfluous desires is left behind in puzzled abandonment
But the mind does not lament
It blasts out of the squaller of the western world and all of its heavy reliance on demystified theatrics and the attempts of restoring a cleavered generation gap
The mind’s finesse and savage grace carry it to a hypnotic river of awareness and comprehension
The river bed is self-continued
The latency stage is over, all indications point forward to end the played out injustice of self-deprivation , run with fluidity and quit the life of a spectator
Then, pool into the communal crown
Where we are all holy royal
Where we are all enrolled enthusiasts of freedom from one’s own shackles of doubt and shame
The corrupt coercion is out of favor and now we've assembled without the fear of involvement
For we've been in play since we crawled out of the womb
But it is now that we have decided to speak
And this drastic turnover is first and foremost and idea, no more no less
Not a law
Not a war
Not a religion
Not and organization or a political party
It is an idea to let the mind wander and find independence
Independence from the body, the world and all the smoke and mirrors that pollute it daily
Then grab the vibrations of positivity in terms of thought and action then touch with an extension of personality
So go, live in your uptight, delightful, tangible world and dispel this theory
I’ll stay here sitting astride this moot point
      -Tommy Johnson

Wail
Whine
And flail

Regale us with your colorful photographic memory
But use discretion, there are children here

We had Schnapps in a spray bottle
At the time I had the most unsightly uni-brow
And they asked us all to define the term "tongue-in-cheek"
We laughed and said, "Never go *** to mouth!"
We got suspended

We decided to pull out the heavy artillery
And painted a giant **** on the side of the school
We needed an auxiliary artist
So we hired an abstract
He spray painted "Get up and go, lay down and die"
Right on the main entrance, so incredibly serupticiously
And in such an irregular manner, as if he put every ounce of his disdain towards that institution of  lower learning in every movement
Like Van Gogh in real life live action

The next morning, hot off the press was our act of vandalism
We foiled the plans of the faculty to have a nice school day
They acted perfectly, like it was scripted
Angry, horrified and ashamed

The sound of us patting ourselves on the back was incomparable to anything we've ever felt
Even my incontinent grandmother laughed

But soon all the movers and shakers at city hall demanded the ones guilty were found
They rechecked the security footage again and again
They went through student records
It all lead to us
They picked me up while I lied drunk on top of scraps of nonsensical
writings
I resisted arrest and became a victim of police brutality
Knight sticks slammed into my chest
Tips of pointed boots driven into my stomach
And demeaning verbal abuse to my person

The aftermath was all of us serving six months in juvy
Surrounded by incompetent correction officers
And just waiting for our boys to spring us
If I had a chance to do it all over, I'd do it all again

When I was sitting in my desk listening to this professor speak
He went on to state that our destines are already prewritten before we are born
That the road we travel has been built previous to our conception
I find this to be false!

Oh Search engines please look for me
A place where I can breathe freely
A place where I can sigh

Tea tree oils, Echinacea Goldenseal
We’re making love that seems so unreal
So many ways to express this bliss
We moan and we bite and we scratch and we kiss
Pent up frustration inside me until
We both get naked and together it’s killed
And it is no more
Prerequisites
Opposites
Lightning strikes
And minds are lit
Bestowing gifts
Coming from nature

Dark Covens
Forgiven
Holy bishops
Saving men
We shall perform a hex!

This is age of impermanence
Of alternative reference
Disregarding sacraments
Where we are all immanent

Slaying Natives, ***** slaves
Freeing them then they segregate
Separate like night and day
Then at night they’d kneel and pray
Asking God for him to save
I can’t believed they lived that way

A system around the sun
Is it ending or just begun?
The path to enlightenment, there’s more than one
Leave me deaf
And take my sight

The porcelain women wet in tears
The brooding man wise beyond his years
The children living in fear
Baffled with the question
Of wrong and right
And so I write
Day is getting dimmer
Televisions muted
Collecting my thoughts
There’s still something unsaid
Somewhere in my mind
But these disturbances and distractions
Leave them to remain undefined

Venturing down splendid hallways of machination
That led to an armada of malicious tendencies
How did I get here?
To this domain of deviation

I need to turn in another direction
A new route and get out of here

Screaming for a sign
Find me
Before time runs out
Sacrifice the live stock of your pride
At the intersection
Of pain and pleasure
But it’s getting congested with
Traffic of Sunday drivers, drunk and texting
Find me
On the razors edge
In the hallway
With a legion
Ready to charge
At your deepest hidden motives
The prerogative of the compass that will point you and I in a new direction
And if need be we can always poison each other for the well being of one another

The retired vaudevillian engraves his love's epitaph while eating caramelized clusters
The local sodomites huddle around and mourn outside the morgue
Waiting for the body of their **** to be handed over
They've given her body an overhaul
She looks more alive than when she was living
Hobnobbing with the well-to-do

The retired vaudevillian comes to collect the body of his deceased wife
He looks down at the sodomites
For their outlandish appearance and choice of employment has resulted in mistrust

"Oh my love, why couldn't you have been the driver instead of the passenger whose body was jettisoned into the air and smashed upon the asphalt?"
"She could do ten thousand breast strokes, paint masterpieces with one brush stroke"

The sodomites began to taunt the vaudevillian
Calling him washed up
He retorted back calling them toothless heathen ******  
A mercenary was called to end the dispute outside of the morgue
He killed half of the sodomites and tasered the vaudevillian

The undertaker wheeled out the body bag on dolly
But he lost control, and the body went careening down the hill into a cloudy bay
The party of mourners grouped around the bay and watched the body float on to the afterlife
She left behind her has-been husband and her **** ******* cohorts
I bet she would have appreciated this little organized dime store wake

Nothing can stop me from seeing my girl
It's just me and her
Me and her

She pulled me out from the ****
Shes got heart so big
Thought no one could love me but she did
And I just couldn’t believe that

She is at the top of my list
The best touch, the best kiss
I shouldn’t tell I promised
I just can't believe this

Now yes, walls can divide
But nothing can stop me from seeing my girl
Cause it's just me and her
Just me and her

Now isn’t easy to see
That she means the world to me
So just let us be
So just go away

This love is new
And I'm not sure what to do
After everything I've been through
Broken hearts, I've caused a few

Roosevelt 9 and 1
Nothing stops me from seeing my girl
Cause its just me and her
Just me and her

I'm a human of the contemporary times
A millennial, part of Generation Y
A digital native in shrink wrap
An open minded, wide eyed, big mouthed wind tunnel

A genetic, mathematical, anatomic error
I'm souped up and decked out
I'm high maintenance with low standards
My humor is low brow, my expectations are nonexistent
I see the negatives as positive
I see the positives as negative
I think in subjective and objectives
I'm on the web
But off the grid

My pockets full
But my wallets empty

I'm over educated
But underemployed
I'm overworked
But under paid

I'm a bisexual, bipolar by product of society
I'm a hardworking, dedicated procrastinator
I'm an inarticulate fat head who isn't afraid to speak his mind
I'm a cold hearted hothead
I can hear, some times I don't listen
I'm clean and polished to get my hands *****
I work my fingers to the bone
Then cross them in hope of better tomorrow
And knock on wood until my knuckles bleed

You can check my Facebook profile
Read my Tweets
Scroll through my Instagram
Send me a Snapchat
And you can kiss my ***
I'm non-toxic
I'm irreplaceable
I'm a rarity
I'm an oddity
I'm offbeat
Off centered
Off color
Off kilter
Out of tune
Out of my mind
Hypersensitive
Indifferent
Rude
Crude
And universally unacceptable

I'm wasting time
And taking up space
But I'm living it up
I won't die down
I'm two steps ahead
I'm left behind
Coasting on thin ice
Walking the edge
Pushing the limit
And taking a nap
I'm greedy
I'm *****
I'm lazy
I'm angry
I'm cocky
I'm envious
And I'm
Not sorry

I like laying low
I love being high
I don't want to be a stick in the mud so I get ******
I'm a street smart *******
I'm book smart dumb ****
I'm an eloquent gutter mouth
I speak in
****** vernacular
Passionate profanity
Cynical sarcasm
And choleric curses
I have criminal ties
And it suites me
I'm a ball hogging, showboating team player
I'm a devoted alcoholic
I'm a thrifty shopaholic
I'm in school
But out to lunch

I've got friends
I've got enemies
I've got my family
And I've got problems
I hear voices in my head
I see things that aren't there
I over look
Over analyze
And over think
I under cook
Under appreciate
And underestimate

I use my WiFi to listen to LoFi
I watch low quality television in Hi Def
I'm a bombastic contentious objector
Taken aback but forwardly thinking
In your face
Out of stock
Unisex
I get down
And get it up
I'm a low key middle man
Undeniable
Unlikable
But lovable
A grounded skyrocket
Detachable
Seasonal
Unflappable
An everlasting
Know nothing
Know it all
I'm a egg-headed basket case
I'm a real heel
A loafer
I got the boot
Because he couldn't afford to live in a shoe
Or the box it came in
I'm broke
I'm busted
Discussed
Disgusted
But I loved
I care
I help
I laugh
I try
I cry

I'm on the short bus for the long haul
I have no money but I always got my two cents
I'm good with secrets
I'm bad with numbers
And good with money
I'm bad with people
But yet they love me
I'm unbiased
Tolerant
And impatient
I'm abstract
I'm avant garde
I like violent ***
With volatile love
I like pornographic snapshots
******* ******* motion pictures
Live action lust
But nothing beats my meat like the real thing

I shop at second rate super markets
First rate second hand stores
I'm on cruise control in the fast lane
I'm double parked
I've been traumatized
Dramatized
Hospitalized
Ostracized
Demoralized
Desens­itized
Exorcised
And I've had my toes stepped on

I was a premeditated mistake
A failed abhorrent abortion
Vaccinated
Alienated
Regulated
And always medicated
I have a an attention span an inch wide
But, I'm real
I'm honest
I'm kind
I go hard
But  take it easy
I'm always slick
But never ******

Wheeling and dealing
Clipping and stealing
Lending and giving
Living and breathing

I think this one's a keeper
You've all dug me a little deeper
Hope you enjoyed my veracity
Because this poem is completely me

Remember everything that you have heard and learned
And feel the wall of insecure illusions fall apart

The vagrant sat on the side walk with his coin cup in a state of wondering

As nine to fivers walk by

“Why do all of you waste your time chasing your own tails?”
“Why do you all want to be someone else instead of attempting to be a better you?”
“Your promises, your wishes and your wicked words are all components that make up who people perceive you as”
“How could you expect your ex-lover to return when they themselves are damaged, confused and riddled with uneasy outcomes they must determine on their own?”

There is no sun in the mirror
Insanity is sobbing
Barefoot run down unpaved roads going downhill hand in hand

Summer time sunshine kiss
Our peace is at risk

Summer time sunshine kiss
We’ll soon not exist

Summer time lover
The afterlife is much safer

Summer time lover
Our kind is endangered

Wake up every morning
Thinking
Drinking
Remember the times
Evade the nightfall
The cold spirits return
From granite gardens

Talk is cheap
Money talks
Show it to me
And let me buy the lies at half price

The movement was passed
All objections were sustained
I was the only who abstained
But the motion was carried

Commotion in the streets
Protesters lying on the trail tracks waiting for the locomotive to come

Mistrial!

The tabloid business was  in the black
The humanity department was in the red
And the guilty were in the clear
Even though the truth was out in the open
Behind closed doors the politicians, the judges and the lawyers shook hands and smile sipping on nefarious brandy

And now a murderer, a thief and a certified maniac are free to walk among us all and an innocent person who was at the wrong place at the wrong time is being put to death

Someone doesn't know how to add or subtract because the calculations of this case do not make sense

Or maybe it was planned by tactile suit and tie tyrants of law
Docile, dishonest
Yet, reputable

Coaxing in the courtroom
Dogs released on the rioting citizens outside
The rest of the jury's heads in the clouds
When a guiltless human being is facing the final curtain

The scandal is apparent because the judge has been know to enjoy ******* and young ******* clad women

On the surface I do not look like I've been driven up the wall
But I now fear of never waking up
The horror of unrest
I want to detach myself from this thing

These men jag their names into the wall of shame at the stag party
And allow three evil men go free and an unlucky man meet his end

I wish it wasn't all so technical

The light that stays on as you try to fall asleep
The one that pours out question upon question
Until morning comes

Curiosities
The desire to take something apart
And learn how it functions

Follow yourself
Find strange wisdom
It may magnify the mysteries of life

So much time
So little time

Look at ways to think
Change
Find one that fits

The cardboard cut out examples fall flat
Shortcut perspectives and left in darkness
The triumphant discovery of opportunities cannot be put into words

Unravel the fabric
Do not be afraid
The outline of you life may come undone
So you can flow and achieve balance

Create new cycles
Then disrupt them
To find your version of the purpose of meaning

Common sense becomes sparse
Originality is endangered

Things just be
The voices, the things you think you see
Leave you upside down in nonsense

Never stop questioning
Free fall from
You'll land on your feel, always
Then run, you'll know where to go

My mother only had one son
But it ain’t enough

I’ve paid all my dues
It ain’t enough

Oh no
Rolling on to ruin
Gluing quarters to the roof
Make a dollar, it’s the rule

Used as a man, seen as a boy
This is all
Am I moving too slowly?
Does anything move?

Roaming over love until noon
Rapid rivers look brand new
Licking scabbed wounds

Overlook my truancy
As if you’ve never known
Looking for nonexistent proof
Looking over cratered moons

Mister I swear that I have seen you somewhere before
But I can’t remember at all
The time, or the place, I cannot recall
Was it in that hallway as you passed me by?

Was it at the concert you played at
Thought I knew who you were but I guess I don’t

The crowd went crazy as you walked off stage
Your black zoot suite and dark black shades
It seems

Like this is some weird sign
An alarm in my mind
And I just keep wondering why

So was it all just a dream
So was it in my head
I have no idea who you were, but now your dead
Like running into someone
You’ll never see again
Want to know who you were
I can never win

Jazz musician, who played his final show
And walked away through the flowered rows and I still don’t know who he was
Killed in the mist, murdered by my consciousness
And left behind by my **** forgetfulness

Like this is some weird sign
An alarm in my mind
And I just keep wondering why

So was it all just a dream
So was it in my head
I have no idea who you were, but now your dead
Like running into someone
You’ll never see again
Want to know who you were
I can never win

Like this is some weird sign
An alarm in my mind
And I just keep wondering why

So was it all just a dream
So was it in my head
I have no idea who you were, but now you’re dead
Like running into someone
You’ll never see again
Want to know who you were
I can never win

Mr. Green shoes
Mr. Green shoes sit still I’m trying to see
Mr. Green shoes yes Mr. Green shoes are you lookn at me

Very strange
Yes it’s so strange
And I don’t wanna miss
Oh no it’s pure bliss

Slithering down the wall
Keep on till the bubbles stop

Climb just to jump
Jump just to run
Stay up just to sleep
Starve so you can eat

Sound bouncing off all four walls
Can’t move engines stalled
Falling fallen fell fall
The season changed

Got a new prescription
I can see on forever
No sunny disposition
Got a new perspective
The physician's mission

Mrs. Mulch is trying to get up to speed with all the goings-ons

"Penny for your thoughts?" she heard some one say
"After all, that's all they're worth"

"Here's ten cents, got buy a personality" somebody replies

She can't get used to the permutations of people's supra-mundane lives

She's dropped her defense mechanism
"When I say you I mean me"

She pokes holes in their logic
"When push comes to shove the going gets tough but push never showed up and the tough have gone to shove off"

She returns home to water her Venus flytraps

"Things have changed"

Fell from the sky
And took me away
Destiny called me
I ran to it

I learned of their ways
Stronger than others
They killed my mother
Kept my love a secret

More machine than man

I strayed from my path
I just wanted more
I was set aflame
And lost my love

Graciously saved oh
I walked a new path
Destroy anything
That got in my way

Stop me if you can

Trapped inside
Twisted mind
World is mine
Hide my fear
My anger
Suffering

Maybe I’m wrong
No you we’re right
I leave the dark and see the light

Trapped inside
Twisted mind
World is mine
Hide my fear
My anger
Suffering