bodies waiting for my whips

the taste of leather on your lips

so secure in the ties that bind

darkness enters you from behind

you struggle but it's all an act

part of the alure the primal pact

heart races with anticipation

blindfold helps with concentration

body glistening with sweat

less a slave and more a pet

repeated thrusts about to explode

euphoria, sensory overlaod

all engry left is spent

left in a puddle twisted and bent

Train horns pierce the muggy night.
Persistent in their cacophony.
They shake the walls and sound the time.
Like midnight roosters.

I shift beneath my stuffy sheets.
Roused from fitful sleep.
My eyes move to the bedroom window.
Drawn to the alure of night.

The moonlight has me in a trance.
Stray beams beckon me.
Dancing light to call me closer.
Through intermittent haze.

Now I feel the fog behind my eyes.
The night's hold has loosened.
I drift away until I'm awoken by birds,
Or the siren songs of boxcars.

Yo, i picked up where public enemy, left a pause,
I stay clappin, leave crowds with open jaws,
They say im rappin,
Cold captain,
Moving with the crunch,
Haters pack ya lunch,
Brunch,
Im like Brady, thousand yards,
I throw daily,
Sip the irish creme bailey, lately,
Suckas giving attitude,
I make an adjustment,
Gotta break the rules,
Im after yards of acre, plus a mule,
Cruise yo, i never played a fool,
Crack ***, now we in a fuse,
I unplugged the box, now they confused,

Break



Misused,
Beguiled by my pass peers,
I look left and right, with no fears, i see the tears,
Trembling in you, better beware
When ya step to my crew,
Suckas,
Think much wisely, i be,
Smoother than the Isley,
And ill be,
Sure, give ya day and night,
From the guns that brings alure,
The lyrics are laid pure,
Sad soul, sounds of rock and roll,
On a Berry stroll,
Fifties music shifts me,
Smoke a cigar, despise smucks like Gumby,

Break


Fools playin' like chumps,
But what can you do, when the heat'll dump,
Cant escape the rain pain,
That beckons you, poetry theatrics yo, it's killing you,
Feel my hot led,
Its filling you,
Like the words that flew,
Razor sharp, from the pulls
Of the harp,
Hard to dodge the warp,
So dont get caught,
Slippin, i stay rippin,
Suckas getting dunked on,
Like Scottie Pippen,
Flos come easy, with the pimpin,
No limpin',
Betas boys always simpin',
But i stay trippin,
Circuits is letting off,
My brain cells, it aint hard to tell,
I was born in jail, but i was made to be a rebel,
Now the papers, raiding my folks,
With story to tell,
I say oh Hell, well, they say come with love,
But all i see is hell, broke the spell,
Ever since i was in a shell,
Eyes parallel,
To the universal scale, heavy weighs the veil,
I tried to lift up the Holy Grail,
Caesar, cold cut with flows
That tease ya,
Grease ya, lightning flash im gone,
Like the smoke scents of a ****,
They say im wrong, but i know im right,
Ill devour ya power,up in one bite,
Lion, i turned into when im on sight,
People unite with me,
Break in a fight,
Check the words from the bullets, when i snipe,
Raw but I'm keepin' it much hype,
Dope boy, when i grab the mic,
Stage performance golden,
Under colored lights,
Im shining bright,
We talk politics not ***,
Listen to the spins of Terminator X,

if love were fish and the bones of them
love's memory would swim through multi-colored cascading  
cathedral fountains
floating by
suspended
with lighted bell shaped alure
and small lips good for kissing

love's memory would swim through
tiny myopic refractions
of shattered life
broken by shafts of
twinkling light that has
no set source

We all have one
A favourite place
A hideout for just us
A place away from home
When you feel more at home
Than when your at home

The plane hit the concrete all smooth
The exit delightful
The heat hits my face
And the wind sweeps it past
I rush to the coast

The 5 mile beach, golden and pure
The ice cold sea
You stand there arms out wide
As if hugging the world
The sun smiles back down
You can't wait for sun down
When the lights turn on
The winding gilded white tiled streets
Bustle with lovers and laughter
The smell of the food
The alure of the language.
My head hits the pillow
Out like a light
Sleep so sound
Next thing it's light
Step out of the house
Into the morning hills
The strange smell of dew and diesel
I'm in love
Portugal
I want to say
Obrigado

The finality. The depravity.
The hard, heavy wood and lungs gripped by gravity.

The Cross where He died was ugly, its true.
Brutal, shame-filled, blame-filled and cruel.

We had no chance in hell of being seen worthy.
Never mind seen, we weren’t worthy at all.

His flesh tore deep. His family would weep.
His heart had no choice but to break from the fall.

“Into your hands I commit my Spirit”.
It was finished, death came and collected due payment.

Judgment had come, the sentence was read.
The only way home was hanging up; dead.

And yet in the stillness the ground knew the truth.
Earth rumbles, dirt crumbles, the veil split in two.

This God-Man Yeshua was not dead for long.
For the plan He was part of could not go wrong.

His body was stabbed, grabbed, wrapped and then hid.
Highly guarded for fear He was who He is.

Stone rolled, guards groaned; only linen was left.
He cannot be held by decay nor by death.

Unrecognizable. Pure indescribable.
Unimaginable to be there when He rose.

The God-Man Jehovah is no longer dead.
Touch the scar, hear His voice, know the Words that He said.

While down here on earth this event it was gritty.
It looked devastating, it stank, hurt, and was filthy.

Yet outside our dirt world the Father knew better.
For His precious Son had broken sin’s fetter.

Heaven rejoiced for redemption was done.
Now we could be with Father, Spirit and Son.

Our devastating debt that would ever condemn.
Was paid by I Am; one born in Bethlehem.

Our Savior, our Lord, washed us clean when He bled.
To Our Father in Heaven by the hand we were led.

Because of our brother, this God-Man, this Christ.
He has washed us in blood and now we can rejoice!!

He’s greater than any old hero of lore.
They might have been mighty, brave, strong with alure.

But they can’t hold a candle to the blaze of our Love.
For He is far brighter than millions of miles of Sun.

It will never get old to hold up the light.
To time’s greatest tale; our great Savior’s fight.

I know I never tire of pondering this fact.
That Emanuel came, for He had what we lacked.