Blueberry lemon juice
Gangly goose
Cruel brew moon
Roam
Soft lovely Mary
Sailor Taylor
Your lord, sinking sored
Vagon Ford
Virginia east coast roast
Most test
Chest, mess
Darling Dublin
Idaho, Ioawa
Cine noir
Lullaby
Mistic bee
Free my blue at the noon
Moaning soon
And the ring mostly seen
Chase my word
Siren fog
Heaven myths
Lick a lip

I tried
Slashing the wrists of poverty
With an EBT swipe
But he isn’t merely food stamps
He is needle
He is malt
Licker of oppressed *******
****** dreams
*******’d by sored gums

oasis soul
aches open sored genre of suffixes
or not enough crying alone
right natural science psychologists know
the medications and forms to get the payments
I am drugged amazement willing
to watch
and sigh
dreaming of a good time, dose shelters
the destination
faster than reality.

Since you called,
I've been writing,
here and there,
truthfully,
skinning the night,
searching for meat.

I've peeled back
the clouds: crimson,
the sky: split,
the stars: lit like the mossed edges of a scab,
the cosmos: a ****.

I'm getting weary,
all of this beneath me,
the earth becoming
a speck of dust:
absurd.

The kind of hurt you like to dole:
still there.

Can't I be an astronaut in peace?

Do you like the flattening of me,
into a pancake
like the night:
hammered and nailed
across the hemisphere?

I am the gravity-crushed,
the soul-sored, the black-hole ripped.

Opened and steaming,
I'm under the sky.

The emergency room of the brinking night drugs
and
a story of gleaming scars is my heart.

Because he was Pop-pop and farmed each day
He had sunshine darkened skin that soon blotted.
Fingers bruised, cracked, and hair sliver grey,
Cancer sored hands soon quickly rotted.

Sometimes he would touch me with those hands,
Although he wasn’t always loving.
A boy of seven years never understands
And so when he left, I felt nothing.

Delaware has a part, of cornfield mazes,
dirt paths, muddy ponds and teary willow trees.
Whenever I go back I notice changes
But still sense what’s left of Pop-pop’s disease.

Along harsh harvest palms and hammered nails,
Weaved a life’s loving work, now damaged details.

Bummed for the joys
Of sunshine and paradise
Lost in the grid
On your visions I bleed

I can't take you places
Being just a rock n' roll kid
I defer to your sight
Flights and mischiefs

The smoke that fills my lungs
Are full of decisions
Withered with thoughts
Failed attempts and secret missions

I am a fool for one
My footprints is your basis
I feel the sun on my spine
I can't take you places

Sored heart bruised arms
Shimmering mind but still a loser
You are the world
And I can't take you places

Four little chicks waiting in the nest
One plucked out and waved about
A predator on its daily route
Three little chicks waiting in the nest
Who’ve been fed and fed again
They’ve grown to be quite a pest
They give their mother no rest
Three little chicks should leave the nest
One chick was given a poke and fell out the nest
This chick has never woke from such a poke
Another jumped right off the nest
With puffed out breast
The chick sored with great speed
Straight into a tree the chick hit
It’s skull went split
The last chick out the nest
The mother bird gave it her all
That’s all she thought when the last one did fall
But this chick was the brightest of all
It flew with caution
it kept in the sky
This chick could fly
Unlike the others this chick did not die
This little chick was the lone survivor
Chick was the only one to thrive
Something in its eyes gave it drive
Our little chick grew up
And had five chicks of it’s own
A proud mother
These chicks took a dive of their own
Only few had flown
The mother once again left alone
Had nothing left she was weak old and frail
Barely making it  out the nest
She can remember giving it her best
But now was time for her to rest
She flapped her wings and jumped off the nest

In reflection of minor moments that ended before I had understand or recognition of their value
I stumbled across a time of mine
as a child
scurrying through a park
hurrying to play before the dark
came to take freedom away.
From the corner of my eye
I spied
a wood pigeon
struggling against the snag
of dense ivy vine.
Its leg revealed trapped between
frantic flapping
and panicked call.
I crawled a careful crawl
ignoring thorns and nettle stings
I used to cover my approach.
Reaching out
denying maddened pecks
and talon sctatchs to detour me,
I gently held the bird
between leg and hand
as the other hand tore ivy vine.
Released it sored.
Swift and gone.
The throb of its shaking heart still echoing in my palm
as this memory echoes in my heart.

Dark humour is like a a pair of working legs
Not everyone gets it
So don't get restless if we seem a little off handed
The ofendments are pilling up
Time we set free the fragile figure, fatigued and fractured being
The sweet aroma is intoxicating and before we puts the soul free
We'll see that the rage is take care of
Take the edge off the edge lord we need to talk about something happening
something sensitive
Put an end to it
The ego sandwiched between sadness and rage
Checking the sand for that one page
that missing piece from the formation of mind
The landmines explode,
the battlefield is not to be explored, enough corpses pile up already
If it's that bad why not go to a doctor
Or maybe a medic who can mend the mind by words
But stigma is the monster that feeds on affection
The gory infection glorified
You can't be gone, you got everything
Look at the reflection see the demon staring back
Can't take meds, the pain would be over
Our first fresh breath might just be our last
How do we betray the one that kept up from creating one last time
Stopped us from singing one last time
Now as we switch sides, the insides are growing
It was first time we looked over a glowing bridge at night
First time without calculating the lethal height
The moon was full, and dragons sored hight, bears and brothers waiting across
We took a pause
It was beautiful

She stood there in front of him,

When the sun was then gleaming,

An enticing smile,

She that looked upon him,

It was but a day,

A blink,

Before he had known

That the lover’s eye was blinding,

Thus year's had passed, and

his rose began shiverling ,

A youth lost to unkind times,

Wisdom grew inside his heart,

he went to spread them,

Like lovers do,

Only to learn why poets spoke in tunes,

Could the rodents meet the eagle's heights,

Could they understand the lover's heart?

When freedom sored high above the clouds,

when chaos was left behind,

His ego did not rule,

She looked at him confused,

Lost in the clutch of time,

It wasn't her who grew,

To rewrite the script of what they knew,

The tokens turned to favor him,

She was lost at sea,

A ship capsizing

Would she find the sun to light

Her day, the lighthouse to guide her way?

He no longer cared,

He no longer cared,

When the eagle's sore to the moon,

The rodents fall from view.

-L.D.

Last night when it poured,
my hopes sored, dreams floored..

Hey there, you there, yes there
Put a smile back into place
And face the fading land with conviction.

You did what was done,
What you believed to be done,
What shook you to the core drove you to act.

You took flight,
sored high,
carried proudly by your strong wings
That grow more confident with each beat.

A young man of age
Whom I know through the door
Of my father’s hut
With the buttock window of your short
May be a mad Dog had raced
After you of late
Escaped only with a mouthful
Bite of your bottom
Giving your *** an access to
Free breeze.

Three days in a week
Not five as of the ‘oyinbos’
Being sassed to go European way
Gives us a stiffed neck
In our own father’s farm
European education for our
Father’s harvest
Being able to speak in slangs
To win oyinbos ‘divine’
Hand shake
‘How are you, village lad?’
‘Fine taku!’
Sored the white hand with
Mud
Going bear-footed to pay homage
To the hand that held him
Hostage
Bearing the decayed teeth to the white

Coming back home hopeful of
Rising to the highest celebration
And an apartment beside the
Queen’s.

Cast me not away from thy presence

Oh the emotions that brews from hearing these words.

Chained emotions please surface thy lips.

The yearn is seen in the lifting of thy hands.

May it be heard too?

I vow to give thee everything. But the fight I long to win once again begins.

Kneeled I purge all unwanted things. But somehow unwanted find their way back into my sored soul.
Repeatedly words are spoken by me. Hypocrite feel I. What manner of shakiness is this?

Is the ground unsteady or am I too clever for my own self.

Fool not the one I say, for knowing is his thing.

As magic flowing from a hand, I wish it be mines, so I can root out these fowl ways that un-smart me.

Do your voice reach broken?

Can your words be heard by weak?

Will a seat be prepared for late?

Oh how it hurts even though a thought. To imagine crowns prepared for friends and family, even foes. Where do I stand? I beg to know.

But will it be something ever told? Tears run tremendously from the heart. The pain grows by every thought. Fix not just the outer but inner deeply. I need to know, I need to feel, I need to hear every word indeed.

As I wait in this moment. A humble pray I lay to thee.

CAST ME NOT AWAY FROM THY PRESENCE

I can only dream of love ,
that formed the rock pools of beauty that sored above .,
your beauty that which was hidden from my eye ,
as when we as strangers just walking on by.

To me it is not just a hideous dream ,
that you found another just like me ?

That I should with that thought walk through the gardens of Mars !
Did Theodus . not cling to you’re love ,
for he did not even whisper in secret to you
the rock pools  that I once saw in you’re eyes ,
the rocks and gems that I pulled from the skies .
Did he not take you to the fountains of Rome ?
or Keep you from the wild beasts that roamed ?

Did Theodus not rise like a god from the seas ,
only for you to sink unmercifully to you’re knees ?

Oh for if we had risen like the birds ,
and flown to Delos on wings of our own ,
and basked in the rays of the sun ,
where Artemis comes out at night ,
and Appolo  is seen when the sun is at its hight .


As for  you and I with Theodus  dead ,
as I had crushed his ****** head to save you from loving him ,
more than I could ever love myself .
And so you caught the number one bus ,
well I guess thats the end of us !
With that bloke you were with that got on the bus .
making eyes at me from you’re  back seat ,
as I waited ,
I still have  dreams and memories of you .