The beauty of made beds?
Irony on the verge of beauty cope?
Settling bared for a beauty, in the name of sleep?
A question of simplicity, for beauty to requite a hope?

Soul, a passion has come, to ye...
Let with solemn have, and the actual
Powers that since, singing the soul of worth into view be
The rage of decency, to earn the better of a future who...

Pride is a laboring voice, with a moment to same notion
Needfulness with a bared truth, eats from the hand of beauty
Sound to solace, and the devil to see, is the world's sin
Comparing *** with a riddance's dance, is only lucre

How or the risks of hatred...
Know love like a challenge of sincerity, that hasn't
Adage and cares intoned with a house sulking, is terror's lead?
When avid is a searching heed, it is a voice that wasn't...

Save honor the time, and you will see...
A choice of significance to a wish, larger than life atoned
With the reasons of virtue, that began with a seeming victory
Of life in the grasp of love, that has sat a champion of a soul, one...

A chance meeting with something besides beauty...?
Sour and in deference to liberty, the question of earned kind
Is for the senses, of witnessing the grace it took, each
Idea of life continuing to be, the reality we made, for a heart and a mind...

Grass grown at home, ******* dances at “the studio”

And then arrives crack, black, speed, & degradation

Needles and needfulness, both get tucked in.

“Just waiting on my guy to re-up at the Meadows…”

As Calypso drums and reggae plays to mellow yellows.

In desire we see ourselves twice
Once through the eyes of another,
Without the guise of needfulness
within the lies of forsaken fodder
In desire, **** finds boot, point blank
Point moot.
In desire discover your truth...


Love is like stepping in ****,
Or a bird dropping on your shoulder
Consider yourself lucky.

The lost, rich and blind,
The call to eternity at hand,
Jingle jangling like a bell,
When it arrives nothing to tell,
For no rebel will be considered,
And it's rejection is overhand.


Pleasure you desire,
Riches you acquire.
Needfulness you detest,
Mortal deterrent you resist.

In the dell of immorality you dwell,
built a tent to tell,
About your riches on Earth,
Forgetting the life span of your breath.