Swept away to distant lands,
but still, I call out your name.
I whisper them in my sleep,
but still, you do not call.

Mama, Papa.

it's me,
your son.

Reply to me.
Set me asleep.

see through the rook chip through the glue
under the concrete one sprang a leak
battered bridges that spicy clock
drew a map through haunted leaves,

a sip or two from red tarnish apple
fly back from Seattle
life is but a gamble
the nod of the silver screen

bows death yet in one accord
lazy diamond studded flunky
coffee is good at certain dunkin
deep through the isle of no domain

my mind wanders in case the distance
like a lightning rod to view for reference
pierce the skin to one that hides
holding hands by which to obey

laying on fig leaves,
contest featuring the make believe
we tumble for you
a yard to treasure
magnified by weather
return its favor

to gain Pac in your thinking
what were those ladies thinking
warm sock pull of the purse
Manhattan's sound to rehearse

East Coast West coast sound
avoid its magic wand
Shug died in prison
be brave to a lonely soul

out late at night to a rap beat drill
drug pushers what do they know
try to stay inside of ya
rap is cushioned to the heat
hanging on each magic beat
frame by frame,

do nature pride from the South
made its play by the east sleeping in cozy sheets
root for the underdog then you will know
inflate the common ego to some friends you should know

Pac was born a winner never call him late for dinner
light the rrow ride through in featured Camaro
cameras relate ponder one to date some call it fate
be strong through the innocent,

a red rose through the concrete
not missing a beat
the wake of shady grass
no one gets by on any free pass

linger in the sweet ambiance of the day
hearts geared toward melting away
chased dreams from her hair my loving one

Wind blows through the gate of the ice castle.
Enameled are the eaves with milky snow,
Transparent candles drop pendulous tears, and I
Hunger for restoration, roasted sweet potatoes in my pockets
A man sprinkles salt on the stairs like a dutiful farmer.
Fogged and unduly broken, I drop a rose into the crevice.
My lips shudder from the meteoric love of all things unspoken.
Breath to breath, from birth to death
The golden endurance of a pilgrim soul
To the twilight of m’rrow.

I inflame my white flag, my unhinged, defeated soul.
In the gyring moment, the pang of birth,
I pierce myself with a blade, your Poetry,
Calling the prayer with a kingly tread.
Caress me gently, Teacher, for I bombard my paltry existence
For a mission of loving sadness.
Nymphs danced between the birches on a pile of snow,
And I sit to breathe the scars of memories.