Turn da bottles upside down
The bingo linggo is right up here
No need to estimate
Ain't show 'em what you got
Coz the feminine swag is right in front of you


Hit da spot,break 'em low
Erbody's on the floor,hot & cold
The center of attraction is here we go
Sweat like it's the end of the court
Make some noise,the battle is not yet done


Here is the piece of my paper
Sonnet to Haiku,get 'em yours
While i make my lyrics out of it
I bet you to sing this song
Coz It's you that I crack the most


Fly high coz im so high
This super legacy of mine
Is not yet over,bring me to the court
And I'll make you cry while you can run
Too fast to drift out of your collateral words


***** bootsy,shakin' ya *****
The tingga ling, bling bling mingle naw to da floor
Ain't gonna lose coz this **** got me pumpin'
Now I can drop ya to the floor
Coz it's fresh like a g6


Now I can flip ma hair to ya gorges face
So wassup now! And you can tumblin' down to my feet
Look what i've got, Its a brand new style
Now spin it while you can
And Open ya eyes coz dis ain't a dream



Mine is a simple yet i can make you blown out of it
From A to Z,the lines are getting ahead
Loads of fans while I can make ma audience jump to their seats
Scream to the screen,while I can star struck you to my voice
Back Off now,while It's not too late

It’s cold tonight in Eden
A full moon is a spectral sight
An apple tree is in full bloom
In this garden where we may say our prayers
Dirt is caked under my nails
I’m tumblin' down, down, down
Eight feet, just for you my dear,
Lenore can’t so no
Not when the throes of passion
Are caught so deep
I’m restless against the stillness
Aching and grinding
Yet paradise is so cool this low

Im ****** up
      stumblin
tumblin
along

Only one thing on my mind

I want to slip
                  up
inside of you
Deep and fast
rough and rapid
Until I make you scream
I wont be satisfied

  Lift you off your feet
baby
     do the pick up and grind

****
     all
         over
the ******* house!

I want you wet and lovely
Like I know you can be
Dont say you love me
use your mouth for what its for

Dont kiss me baby
        bite me
I cant get off unless I bleed

Your a tyrant cause you know
    you got what I need!

I love your lips
     more than life
Starin into those dark eyes
who needs anything else

Your stare tears
   me limb from limb
with lust

****** after ******
    you give me
        supernatural
endurance
      I cant ****** stop
Even if I wanted to

Which I dont :)

     You make crack
less desirable
          than a two dollar crack ***

Im ****** addicted for sure

    Addicted to you!

Nobody does it like you baby
     leave me sore and sweaty
every ****** time.

Your the only thing on my mind. ;)

Oh old days of past lives lived -
West coast ridin’
Thumbin’ ‘bout the coast -
San Diego up to L.A. -
Zoomin’ through Big Sur with strange friends,
Stranger than strangeness itself.
Arrive Santa Cruz,
Cops called,
No transients allowed,
Caravan keep tumblin’ northbound -
San Francisco Bay,
Oh, that Oakland scene
With Park Prophets
And worn-out crack minds
Panhandling supermarkets
Begging coins for fire -
The Sun isn’t enough -
Old man needing dirt
Paid with by pity,
Smoking up the score
Singing little ditties
On Piano, beating keys
loud, Loud, LOUD
until Cops called
by neighbors afraid of God,
claiming Jesus freaks of being demons,
Oh old days of past lives lived -
Walking Telegraph to Berkeley
In the rain Rain RAIN,
Stolen bicycle,
Making friends, People’s Park
No more noise -
Just rain fallin’ fallin’ fallin’
And in the rain, I do miss those lives -
Those faces. And I know, forever I will. Forever I will. Forever I will.

Hand brushes through blonde locks
Caught
I lose touch with the clock

Ensnared
A victim how long
Body language your siren song

Liquid blue eyes burnt into my soul
Pools drowning me deeper in you

Smiling sweetly
The way only you do
I am further disarmed

Senses raw and walls crumblin
I can't stand how badly I want you
You send my thoughts  tumblin
Wishing all these feelings were untrue

Fear of losing myself to your touch
Evaporates as I see your face
Like a little boy with a crush

Tumblin’ Bi-latterial bumbkins
Smirk of untrustworthy salutations
Tribes with terabytes of tirades
Engaged in bipartisan relay races
Delay until faces grimace

They really forced our hands on this one

The fat men falling from heights
False winters
And radiation reproduction
Healing blemishes of backwater beasts
Who’ve grown oh so much since
And now silence for ***** sake

Foreign plants and fibers
No more human hands
to tear and manufacture
For cheap and foreign brands,
Granted,
She won’t care we’re gone,
She’s always been
Will be
Back to a blue blip
Little blue dot
On a mat black background
Grant no sound to the camera
Watching while zooming
Slipping and tumbling
Lonely but still working
Sending pitiful postcards
Of galactic grasses
To a dead receptor
Whose data’s been full for eons
Further and  

Each day

I look around as i see it now
They're all so low and i cant see how
They can be stuck in a silent place
To and froe at steady place

Oh love come back to me now
A sudden shot
and I don't know how

I'm in love with the human race
I see hope in every face
Oh love don't leave me now
disappear and I forget how

To see the light in every soul
When on and on we steadily go
To get to a brand new place
It's all the same at this broken pace

Oh love come back to me now
What set it off
And Can i learn how

To control the state I'm in
When waters roll I'm tumblin
that fire it needs some fuel
It doesn't want to be a tool

But what of they that's all they are
Backs bent and wishing on stars

Rollin’ and Tumblin’ on Farrington Road
Who could have known future-foretold?

In Corvallis it started
Marijuana was sold

Been drunk just one time
Victor quite bold

Jeffrey Dahmer, she threatened
Then God bless you, she told

Weird mystic madness
And still I grow old

Don’t know what it means
But the moonlight - Behold!

Incomprehensible life stories
Ponyboy, stay gold!

If you looked me in the eyes
in this moment would you
kiss me maybe
and
If you tried to hold me
would you maybe just adore me
i feel these tears in your eyes but
are they
tears of happiness? or regret that i'm the best you can do?

and
If maybe i was your dream come true?
do maybe i mean the world to you?
If maybe i inspire you the way you stimulated me
could it be
we're meant to be
or is maybe this whole things just a dream?

If perhaps we danced along the skyline
and down the desert roads
and maybe If
we took the time to check the signs
would you see me in your one way?

If If If I held all the things that you wanted
that you needed
that you treasured
would you want to hold me
maybe roll with me
maybe smoke a bowl with me
and reflect upon the fancy of our meeting here?

would you find it clear?
would you want me there?
would it be? could it be?
If you loved me
If you wanted me
maybe maybe
dancing under musky starlight under pulsing lights under breaking dawn breaking down under falling trees and tumblin doors
and maybe
just maybe
If you would wish for more. . .

If maybe you would play my game
If maybe you would pull my mane
and maybe we would play again
and again
and again
and again . . . .
why **** this fight for what we think is right and good and smart to do
**** your insecurities your guidelines your safety rails
no ones safe when we dare to inhale
and If i breathed your sweat intermingled with mine
my breath and yours could go in time . . .
and our hearts would beat in something greater than rhythm, our souls would speak in something so much more powerful than rhyme . . .
be mine
be mine
be mine
take me
let me be yours
yes thine
yes thine
yes thine
and our hips would move in sync in time
it's right
it's right
it's right
and IF we made this IF something greater than what lies infected in my mind . . .
lie behind
lie behind
lie behind.

let's ride.

Elton John is charging forward,
At the rate of 152 bmp,
Like a boat racing shoreward,
A boat who's crew is due for some leave.

Chargin like an angry rhino,
John is jumping about,
Tearing through the room with abandon,
Just begging for a scrap.

Feeling invincible in the moment,
Where everything is going JUST right,
Where your spoiling for a rumble,
To tumble for tumblin' sake.

To break free from the usual,
For a breath for fresh air,
For a breath of something REAL!

Chain smoking like a man on death row,
Cold beer in one's hand,
Getting well and truly ripped,
Pleased at where the night is going.

All tasks accomplished,
All challengers laid low,
Sporting a bruised and bloodied brow,
But a victorious smile showing all the same.

Wind blowing through hair,
Legs churning asphalt like it's no one's  business,
Feet barely touching the ground,
Onto the next scrap,
The next in a long and wonderful night.

Dylan night drive, darkness alive
       I veer and steer, three dear deer
                  Silence now is all I hear

This old house is a crumblin’ down
This old house is a tumblin’ down
The paint is peeling
water drips from the ceiling
and the foundation’s sinking
into the ground.

The wiring’s faulty and the floors have a tilt.
The ground it was built on was actually silt.
The basement has rats,
the attic’s got  bats
and the neighborhood’s ruled by feral cats.

The driveway needs paving;
just who will be saving
this rotten old house at the end of the road?

I’d build a new house if only I could.
If I could do it, you know I would.
But I can’t tear it down and begin again.
It’s my home and I'm here to the end.

I went to the edge I came from the center
wanted to broaden my perceptions
but i came tumblin down
I crashed in a grove
the faires ran from the alien
told stories of a star man

Every word I spoke floated up above
traveled in the leaves never heard by anything
I put together a story that I wanna tell
move my hands and the gnomes start to yell
fear in their eyes as I tell em I love em
I'm always lost in translation
they ran from the alien
told stories of a star man

I donned a cloak made of willow and marsh
tried bein a ghost if im already scary
maybe some one will take pity
im wordless im airy.

Alone and self centered awkward and cratered
the cliffs to high
I shouldn't be here.

can’t return to the way it was
   life goes on - no why, just because
     like Bob, I tell myself somethin’s comin’


but so far, so long, so silently...
                                                 It never does!!!

This Wednesday
From Tuesday, just now.

Lines ago, I said, Yesterday, {Email from VA}
Subject: Afghanistan, let's talk.
-- no warning --
The awareness of a name for a feeling,
makes it a syndrome, if you think of complexes
as being made wadded up maps to the mean
the mean that makes ends
meet points
unbelievable, if you trust my construed wager
anchored at my person cpu gravitated center
to the completed equation
and
Dirac's unsatisfactory answer.
- so-vest, my ruskie battle buddy,
True rest, under compaction forms trust.
This never ends mentally, live with it now,
or bet I'm lie, wind of death joy of the unjust

And your god is unwilling to prove me wrong.

- wait, wasn't we being a we,
- consensus, we, not just
- me and you, but the we idea

join us we are muse-fed senses poets claim
when we approach the tongue no man can tame.

We have a place to play with minds intent on
finding why wizards were ever imagined evil, by a child.

I never once imagined a Wizard -a true ward of Wisdom,
so-vest - invest a guess, where the story arose
evil wizard, familiar spirit

there are these, saints, some use as a term for the type.
Nothing missing, nothing broken,
starry sky above me, living books within me…

Rabbi, where do you live,
come and see my library, it fits in the palm of my hand,
you can take it home with you,

oh, yes, we agreed/ I think
this is now in between, whenever there is
one and one there exists the state inbetween being
all in all things separated inbetween each is inbetween all.

And the walls come a tumblin' down.
Siloam, not Jericho,

something there is that does not like a wall.
The idea is mortal poetic guessing, true in some sense,
yet cellular life testifies something,
in here, loves a wall,
on spaceship earth, our only home,
that we all mortally know, knowing
neither mortal Jesus or any mortal Mo-
hamadascherian veil weaver,
ever saw an Apollo-loco --
much less
Earth from an Apollo mission,
one image worth
many mucho words, millions, billions,
ha, se, the gist of justice is weight,
what balances-- se, no se --
your pro gnosis,
personal attention paid to life tokens,
be brave, take a guess.
What is your attention worth, if long trippy rants
never lead to useful conclusions,
from time to time.

Enemies and friends
Different points of view

Jealousy and sympathy
What would? Who would too?

But today the blessed sunlight
Afternoon gone blue

Years keep rollin' by
Do I roll on? I do.

once more Flaming June
Rollin’ Tumblin’ Dylan tune
       Oh, to read the Viking runes
                       Exomoons!

Rollin’ and Tumblin’
      midnight drive, thrill still alive
                      astrobiology!