NUCROP ARTS
Poetry
As The Boxcar Rolls
The boxcar movement of time
carries many a cargo and stops
only for infinity.
memories become bleached
as each cross wood of the tracking
rail passes and remains still in it's place.
There it's left to wither since it's purpose
of existence becomes fulfilled.
barreling through space with us
all captives upon it's worn seats, each destiny
becomes history and each history
becomes folklore until the grains of sand
becomes too much for remembrance
and all is forgotten as the eons
of old hold no useable significance.
yes we all get on this train
but don't get off;
just fade as new travelers arrive
to be transported wherever time wishes...
we all reluctantly go, unable to return.
just ride as the boxcar rolls...
carries many a cargo and stops
only for infinity.
memories become bleached
as each cross wood of the tracking
rail passes and remains still in it's place.
There it's left to wither since it's purpose
of existence becomes fulfilled.
barreling through space with us
all captives upon it's worn seats, each destiny
becomes history and each history
becomes folklore until the grains of sand
becomes too much for remembrance
and all is forgotten as the eons
of old hold no useable significance.
yes we all get on this train
but don't get off;
just fade as new travelers arrive
to be transported wherever time wishes...
we all reluctantly go, unable to return.
just ride as the boxcar rolls...
Black
I peered into a black hole
and noticed a black soul
with a black mole
married to a black troll
who murdered in the
black night all black
souls who weren't black whole
u see the black goal
was to get on a black roll
murdering all half black souls
so that the pure race
would be black whole
not mixed with any
soul not black whole
so though the murdering
black soul
married a black troll
the race would stay pure
because all that stroll
this black hole
were all black whole.
Disclaimer: all half black souls allegedly murdered were not harmed.
the murders were the half black parts that assimilated
all half black souls to whole black souls making
the black hole a true black hole not the infamously rare
"not so whole black hole'...
and noticed a black soul
with a black mole
married to a black troll
who murdered in the
black night all black
souls who weren't black whole
u see the black goal
was to get on a black roll
murdering all half black souls
so that the pure race
would be black whole
not mixed with any
soul not black whole
so though the murdering
black soul
married a black troll
the race would stay pure
because all that stroll
this black hole
were all black whole.
Disclaimer: all half black souls allegedly murdered were not harmed.
the murders were the half black parts that assimilated
all half black souls to whole black souls making
the black hole a true black hole not the infamously rare
"not so whole black hole'...
Blindly Assuming
beseeching my hands
with the strength of my ancestors
mine eyes saw color blind
assuming all souls were
blind in the same
I went about my life
blindly assuming
blindly assuming
blindly assuming
as the years were ingested
still no digestion
blindly assuming
blindly assuming
blindly assuming
assuming I was different
a neutral be
color blind eye see
still within deep my belly be
the years
still no digestion
blindly assuming
blindly assuming
blindly assuming
until a beautiful day
mine eyes were poked out
by thee word
that nasty without a doubt
you are hated word
referring to me
the color blind one
digestion took its course
understanding finally arrived
ugly raw without care
the colors became brilliant
assumptions died
and the truth laid naked
showing all the privates
now the colors are seen
the sad truth sits upon
my burdened shoulders
to remind me how false
assumptions are...
no longer
blindly assuming
blindly assuming
blindly assuming
and no longer color blind
mine eyes see...
with the strength of my ancestors
mine eyes saw color blind
assuming all souls were
blind in the same
I went about my life
blindly assuming
blindly assuming
blindly assuming
as the years were ingested
still no digestion
blindly assuming
blindly assuming
blindly assuming
assuming I was different
a neutral be
color blind eye see
still within deep my belly be
the years
still no digestion
blindly assuming
blindly assuming
blindly assuming
until a beautiful day
mine eyes were poked out
by thee word
that nasty without a doubt
you are hated word
referring to me
the color blind one
digestion took its course
understanding finally arrived
ugly raw without care
the colors became brilliant
assumptions died
and the truth laid naked
showing all the privates
now the colors are seen
the sad truth sits upon
my burdened shoulders
to remind me how false
assumptions are...
no longer
blindly assuming
blindly assuming
blindly assuming
and no longer color blind
mine eyes see...
Knowing Of Bones
Boney devoid of flesh with menacing grin
I shiver when haunted by this dead one within
Died many deaths, they all with common ground
This circle never ends, just whirls bout round and round
Knocks on my consciousness to remind
Me that things, dark things.. reside in my mind
I hold my heavy head upon my strengthened arms
Strong from so many times this heart drummed dire alarms
There to haunt me for deeds unkind
Dastardly done as the clock unwinds
Late into the night as the stars gazed down on me
Constantly I hear clicks from banging bones of she
That unfortunate sex filled night of infidelity
I knew I shouldn't do it but did it happily
As passion coats the air I breathed her fine perfume
Lured like a shy peacock succumbed to hues of plume
Against my better judgment, I let the head 2 think
When risen to its full grown state, pure lust is shot to drink
Then that paper rustles loud within its boney hand
Though no one ever peeped my cheat it haunts me so deep and
That candy taunting me that time no money was in sight
It told me ‘hey there take me home, you know you want me right’?
I can’t forget that little lie upon my resume
That got me that high paying job I still have to this day
These are just few of many things committed against man
Though hidden in my closet of silence of the lamb
Though no one may not ever know the things I've hidden there
That dead deeds skeleton, it knows and follows me everywhere...
I shiver when haunted by this dead one within
Died many deaths, they all with common ground
This circle never ends, just whirls bout round and round
Knocks on my consciousness to remind
Me that things, dark things.. reside in my mind
I hold my heavy head upon my strengthened arms
Strong from so many times this heart drummed dire alarms
There to haunt me for deeds unkind
Dastardly done as the clock unwinds
Late into the night as the stars gazed down on me
Constantly I hear clicks from banging bones of she
That unfortunate sex filled night of infidelity
I knew I shouldn't do it but did it happily
As passion coats the air I breathed her fine perfume
Lured like a shy peacock succumbed to hues of plume
Against my better judgment, I let the head 2 think
When risen to its full grown state, pure lust is shot to drink
Then that paper rustles loud within its boney hand
Though no one ever peeped my cheat it haunts me so deep and
That candy taunting me that time no money was in sight
It told me ‘hey there take me home, you know you want me right’?
I can’t forget that little lie upon my resume
That got me that high paying job I still have to this day
These are just few of many things committed against man
Though hidden in my closet of silence of the lamb
Though no one may not ever know the things I've hidden there
That dead deeds skeleton, it knows and follows me everywhere...
Close Call
A sadness for no reason was born upon a day
the early dawn of morning had nothing nice to say
the sun had hid it's glory behind the darkened clouds
brought smile among a morbid few but frowns among the crowds
the Willow proud now cowers, beneath the threatening sky
it knows it will be hours before the relief sigh
but now it's time to batten his roots tight to the ground
approaching is the Tempest as winds twirl round and round
the clouds are pitching boulders that breaks the green house glass
I'm in the storm hole praying that this storm will soon pass
but minutes grows a fury to mine eyes unsurpassed
S'like nature's in a tantrum- some evil spell was cast
and now my heart is pounding cause my shelter's compromised
and everything is airborne no matter what the size
I feel a mighty vacuum as my feet point to the sky
my hands they keep me holding on cause I don't wanna die
while minutes race, things don't subside this just may be my time
to die this way when things aren’t done have got to be a crime
so I prepared to thank my GOD for giving me this life
I closed my eyes amidst the violence and thanked him for my wife
and all the good he's given me without alot of strife
as I prepared for my demise I humbly called his name
and as my grip had loosened up I fell right to the floor
cause the storm was then no more it left just as it came...
the early dawn of morning had nothing nice to say
the sun had hid it's glory behind the darkened clouds
brought smile among a morbid few but frowns among the crowds
the Willow proud now cowers, beneath the threatening sky
it knows it will be hours before the relief sigh
but now it's time to batten his roots tight to the ground
approaching is the Tempest as winds twirl round and round
the clouds are pitching boulders that breaks the green house glass
I'm in the storm hole praying that this storm will soon pass
but minutes grows a fury to mine eyes unsurpassed
S'like nature's in a tantrum- some evil spell was cast
and now my heart is pounding cause my shelter's compromised
and everything is airborne no matter what the size
I feel a mighty vacuum as my feet point to the sky
my hands they keep me holding on cause I don't wanna die
while minutes race, things don't subside this just may be my time
to die this way when things aren’t done have got to be a crime
so I prepared to thank my GOD for giving me this life
I closed my eyes amidst the violence and thanked him for my wife
and all the good he's given me without alot of strife
as I prepared for my demise I humbly called his name
and as my grip had loosened up I fell right to the floor
cause the storm was then no more it left just as it came...
Clouds
Lions lie
And float up high
A Rhino find
Not far behind
Migrating southern
Through evening skies
Inviting covering
As sunlight cries
Painting mountains
With cool dark shades
No sign of fountains
That shower maids
Within the distance
Clouds touch the land
The thirsty ground
Drinks from God’s hand
And float up high
A Rhino find
Not far behind
Migrating southern
Through evening skies
Inviting covering
As sunlight cries
Painting mountains
With cool dark shades
No sign of fountains
That shower maids
Within the distance
Clouds touch the land
The thirsty ground
Drinks from God’s hand
Could You Do It?
think about this
could you do it?
when all hope is lost
a spirit broken
along with will,
& all to live for,
the only thing keeping
them alive is a tube...
lying there counting
on you to end their cry
could you help them die?
after a life of exuberance
zeal and accomplished
goals, some tragedy
comes knocking
claiming their mobility
and breath now they
beg for death
to release them
from this hell...
could you?
and how would you tell?
as tears drains the fluids
and they refuse to adapt
not wanting life
without all they've lived for...
could you?
yes it's there.
the plug separating
them from the hereafter.
the unknown wonderland
of many travelers that
has never come back to
report their findings.
now it's your loved one
packed and ready to travel
and you have the credit
card to pay.
would you?
could you?
honor a request
to put them to rest
muster the strength
to end a life
of the one you love?
it maybe easy to
answer for some,
but to do it...
could you really?
knowing that this
is killing them
slowly
living each day
with sores they
cannot feel
having limbs
amputated for
simple lack of
mobility...
each day you
see them cry
each day they
beg to die
in your hands
their fate rely
could you?
would you?
if not
how do you look
into their suffering
eyes and refuse?
could you do it?
Day Of Learning
I happened to walk in
my son was standing in
his crib upside down
I turned to him, smiled
and moved toward him in wonder.
busy as we all get I neglected
to make sure part of my day
is dedicated to us; him and I
for the past week I allowed
less important things to chew
at my time. He would make noises
scream ,jump or whatever to get
my attention. being immune to such
schemes concerning him, I'd continue
my business. until that moment
he caught my attention
His new achievement opened
a new form of communication between us.
I learned today to admire ny son,
and it was all his idea...
my son was standing in
his crib upside down
I turned to him, smiled
and moved toward him in wonder.
busy as we all get I neglected
to make sure part of my day
is dedicated to us; him and I
for the past week I allowed
less important things to chew
at my time. He would make noises
scream ,jump or whatever to get
my attention. being immune to such
schemes concerning him, I'd continue
my business. until that moment
he caught my attention
His new achievement opened
a new form of communication between us.
I learned today to admire ny son,
and it was all his idea...
Dusk
9-27-09
the grandeur of a sky
fills the space of my sighing eye
mountains faded in mist share their silence
the calm in gentle winds belie world violence
with every gaze the ranges gaze back
slowly the day fades to black
each beautiful breath reminds
reluctantly my plight
such diamond valued witness is
blanketed by night
simplistic complexities reign the
the life I live
to have a mind free of life's mess
a million I'd give
still in such times that kiss my soul
such simple smiles
still makes life whole
Her Spirit
True matriarchs bind what is her's
no matter whatever occurs
her heart is seen in all she does,
recalling how my Grandma was.
see everyday I breathe her love
through all my life partaking of,
a glance to past, a little thing
I used to be when she would sing;
and share her wisdom with little me
her learn’ did treasures priceless for free
prepared me for a life so tough
sometimes I feel I've had enough
till I gaze back to wisdom said
Grandma tucking me into bed
those hollowed times sown fabric strong
through life’s frown had me suffer’n long
and know each trial is just a test
to burn through fire my utter best
within that old weak me shed like a peel
to come out stronger like alloyed steel
It's this and more imparted me
that beautiful blessed soul that's she
though now in physicality
no longer residing here with me
but what she left instilled in me
an estate of peace'd tranquility
all that she has bequeathed to me
received great treasure goldenly
so when hope is locked
and not set free
her spirit shines
provides that key
and I know she's there; infinitely...
no matter whatever occurs
her heart is seen in all she does,
recalling how my Grandma was.
see everyday I breathe her love
through all my life partaking of,
a glance to past, a little thing
I used to be when she would sing;
and share her wisdom with little me
her learn’ did treasures priceless for free
prepared me for a life so tough
sometimes I feel I've had enough
till I gaze back to wisdom said
Grandma tucking me into bed
those hollowed times sown fabric strong
through life’s frown had me suffer’n long
and know each trial is just a test
to burn through fire my utter best
within that old weak me shed like a peel
to come out stronger like alloyed steel
It's this and more imparted me
that beautiful blessed soul that's she
though now in physicality
no longer residing here with me
but what she left instilled in me
an estate of peace'd tranquility
all that she has bequeathed to me
received great treasure goldenly
so when hope is locked
and not set free
her spirit shines
provides that key
and I know she's there; infinitely...
Fluffi Clouds
How fluffi is her imagined self
once had her confidence up on the shelf
and only saw what the mirror sees
just a shell with no insight keys
for years she cried without a tear
locked them inside no one can peer
how fluffi as a cloud her heart
which holds a world a world apart
destined to be born again
when in her life comes a real friend
to love her as she should be loved
released her beast with a touch well gloved
flip the switch her light to see
how wonderful a woman she
how sensual Pandora’s box
now opened as tick times the tocks
she now has lived what smiles can smile
so close to happiness for a while
but left by someone for greener grass
in search of diamonds behind the glass
to only find that fluffi clouds
all reason since her imagined self
who knows her value beyond all wealth
thus know when love does come around
that one of fortune will fortune found...
once had her confidence up on the shelf
and only saw what the mirror sees
just a shell with no insight keys
for years she cried without a tear
locked them inside no one can peer
how fluffi as a cloud her heart
which holds a world a world apart
destined to be born again
when in her life comes a real friend
to love her as she should be loved
released her beast with a touch well gloved
flip the switch her light to see
how wonderful a woman she
how sensual Pandora’s box
now opened as tick times the tocks
she now has lived what smiles can smile
so close to happiness for a while
but left by someone for greener grass
in search of diamonds behind the glass
to only find that fluffi clouds
all reason since her imagined self
who knows her value beyond all wealth
thus know when love does come around
that one of fortune will fortune found...
Face Of The Miracle
Miracles smile at us daily
yet we look away to the tempests
that darkens our day.
the miracle of love...
how our hearts open
to accept another...
the miracle of the
new day's light
as the dawn is born...
the miracle of a life saved
from the jaws of demise...
the miracle of children...
yet the everyday miracles
are taken for granted when
the well being of one we
love is not certain...
then we pray
hoping for that which we
usually ignore...
the miracle.
it's kind face
giving spirit
and works of the impossible.
it views the down trodden
then as all hope seems cast,
the clouds open .
the face of the miracle
smiles and hope triumphs
a life uncertain is rekindled
suddenly they
are in our bosom to
hold and never let go.
whether we see it or not
the miracle stands invisible
and smile at the fortunate
it gave as gift
to our glad teary eyes
and we thank GOD
from whenst all miracles
are sent.
we then see the face of GOD
through the smile
on the face of the miracle...
yet we look away to the tempests
that darkens our day.
the miracle of love...
how our hearts open
to accept another...
the miracle of the
new day's light
as the dawn is born...
the miracle of a life saved
from the jaws of demise...
the miracle of children...
yet the everyday miracles
are taken for granted when
the well being of one we
love is not certain...
then we pray
hoping for that which we
usually ignore...
the miracle.
it's kind face
giving spirit
and works of the impossible.
it views the down trodden
then as all hope seems cast,
the clouds open .
the face of the miracle
smiles and hope triumphs
a life uncertain is rekindled
suddenly they
are in our bosom to
hold and never let go.
whether we see it or not
the miracle stands invisible
and smile at the fortunate
it gave as gift
to our glad teary eyes
and we thank GOD
from whenst all miracles
are sent.
we then see the face of GOD
through the smile
on the face of the miracle...
Eternity's Favor
Like it or not
time is running out
for us mortal man...
so many important to
our lives we find lost
when our feeble minds
finally get around to recalling
their brilliant souls so long
ago as we wore youth like eternity
promised as a special favor....
now when we have further
to look back than years
to live this exuberant life,
we are thankful for
what is really important...
those who touched us so
as to dig a permanent trench
where our once youthful minds
were busy with kid matters
unaware of the true wonder
if their life force still illuminates.
that special teacher that subtly
changed your mind about learning...
that friend that made your day
so special...
that relative that watched you
while your parents worked...
as times wheels spin
mortality becomes victim
to its ever forward march
to that next second...
we are all destined to become
a memory,
hopefully that memory is one
that will bring a smile
to someone's soul
and someone wonders
Whatever happened to you
and your exuberance,
your brilliant soul that once
touched their soul in their youth
as if eternity granted them
a special favor...
time is running out
for us mortal man...
so many important to
our lives we find lost
when our feeble minds
finally get around to recalling
their brilliant souls so long
ago as we wore youth like eternity
promised as a special favor....
now when we have further
to look back than years
to live this exuberant life,
we are thankful for
what is really important...
those who touched us so
as to dig a permanent trench
where our once youthful minds
were busy with kid matters
unaware of the true wonder
if their life force still illuminates.
that special teacher that subtly
changed your mind about learning...
that friend that made your day
so special...
that relative that watched you
while your parents worked...
as times wheels spin
mortality becomes victim
to its ever forward march
to that next second...
we are all destined to become
a memory,
hopefully that memory is one
that will bring a smile
to someone's soul
and someone wonders
Whatever happened to you
and your exuberance,
your brilliant soul that once
touched their soul in their youth
as if eternity granted them
a special favor...
Estranged As I Am
Estranged as I am- from you lord.
humbly I kneel before the throne
of your eminence.
A traveling tear rolls toward
your adversary’s dwelling.
loudly within a deafening silence
you speak to my soul.
You tell me that tears roll down
toward Hell not because of gravity,
but because that's the heat that will
dissolve the tear dry.
'Tear's aren't in heaven son,
not sad tears' you softly confide.
'they travel to their resting place...
here you smile with all the being created
so as the tears dry I impart the smile
then you may cry happy tears'.
estranged as I am- I realized as
I've always known, I am but a lost sheep
trudging the pastures that seem greener
all the while the estranged me finally
realized the greener fields were
artificial turf......
estranged as I am-
I continue to feast...
my dear Lord's tear falls
from the heavens where no
sadness dwells...
sadness in the heavens
are reserved just for him who creates
for those who are estranged as I am...
humbly I kneel before the throne
of your eminence.
A traveling tear rolls toward
your adversary’s dwelling.
loudly within a deafening silence
you speak to my soul.
You tell me that tears roll down
toward Hell not because of gravity,
but because that's the heat that will
dissolve the tear dry.
'Tear's aren't in heaven son,
not sad tears' you softly confide.
'they travel to their resting place...
here you smile with all the being created
so as the tears dry I impart the smile
then you may cry happy tears'.
estranged as I am- I realized as
I've always known, I am but a lost sheep
trudging the pastures that seem greener
all the while the estranged me finally
realized the greener fields were
artificial turf......
estranged as I am-
I continue to feast...
my dear Lord's tear falls
from the heavens where no
sadness dwells...
sadness in the heavens
are reserved just for him who creates
for those who are estranged as I am...
Dusk
the grandeur of a sky
fills the space of my sighing eye
mountains faded in mist share their silence
the calm in gentle winds belie world violence
with every gaze the ranges gaze back
slowly the day fades to black
each beautiful breath reminds
reluctantly my plight
such diamond valued witness is
blanketed by night
simplistic complexities reign the
the life I live
to have a mind free of life's mess
a million I'd give
still in such times that kiss my soul
such simple smiles
still makes life whole...
fills the space of my sighing eye
mountains faded in mist share their silence
the calm in gentle winds belie world violence
with every gaze the ranges gaze back
slowly the day fades to black
each beautiful breath reminds
reluctantly my plight
such diamond valued witness is
blanketed by night
simplistic complexities reign the
the life I live
to have a mind free of life's mess
a million I'd give
still in such times that kiss my soul
such simple smiles
still makes life whole...
Imagined Morality
Through the secrets we hold tight,
necessity owns the need for
the imagined morality.
what we practice and what we
pitch as practice causes
winds to blow due to extremes.
the hot air of desire lures us
to do acts to satisfy whims
as the cold air of appearances
beg us to cover our tracks with
the imagined morality.
A woman has a lover and expresses
loyalty to that lover...when in
actuality there are more.
in all she does she insists
she is moral and her lover
believes her and embraces her
imagined morality.
But truth is her ghost
materializing to convince
though really not there.
nourished by pop life, movies
and media which sells the myth
that we are a moral people.
Politicians effectively sell
themselves as moral beings
but probed deep enough
the game tilts
all in the name of illusion.
Lies are constructed from
amoebas to mountains.
daily diet of pop life
feeds osmosis; natural
born deceivers; the American psyche
so skilled her eyes don't tell
hands don't shake and her
thoughts are lightning.
she gets what she wants
and keeps her prizes.
apple pie lies on every window
sill, all lumps in permanent
wall to wall carpet are
stomped to submission.
yes she will be unveiled
decades after she's laid to rest.
the imagined morality becomes
a science in itself as her motto
reads: 'deny all deniable,
cover all tracks....
sell your morality as fact
though only imagined...
necessity owns the need for
the imagined morality.
what we practice and what we
pitch as practice causes
winds to blow due to extremes.
the hot air of desire lures us
to do acts to satisfy whims
as the cold air of appearances
beg us to cover our tracks with
the imagined morality.
A woman has a lover and expresses
loyalty to that lover...when in
actuality there are more.
in all she does she insists
she is moral and her lover
believes her and embraces her
imagined morality.
But truth is her ghost
materializing to convince
though really not there.
nourished by pop life, movies
and media which sells the myth
that we are a moral people.
Politicians effectively sell
themselves as moral beings
but probed deep enough
the game tilts
all in the name of illusion.
Lies are constructed from
amoebas to mountains.
daily diet of pop life
feeds osmosis; natural
born deceivers; the American psyche
so skilled her eyes don't tell
hands don't shake and her
thoughts are lightning.
she gets what she wants
and keeps her prizes.
apple pie lies on every window
sill, all lumps in permanent
wall to wall carpet are
stomped to submission.
yes she will be unveiled
decades after she's laid to rest.
the imagined morality becomes
a science in itself as her motto
reads: 'deny all deniable,
cover all tracks....
sell your morality as fact
though only imagined...
Effort Of Day
Infinite is the smiles that burst
each day to validate approval
The switch flipped to energize
the darkened ones or maybe
distracted souls behind the mire
of blown incandescent content.
Too many transformed gladness...
trudge wearily about unknowingly
searching for the lost smiles
only to be found in another’s guarded
flask of liquid emotion.
Bottled to preserve a fraction
of oneself that can flash upon those
victim to the theft of spirit.
Each hour passes a raw hope to
solve that day’s unearthly sunken
headed tortured heart, but each hour
past is each hour lost.
But never lost is the ambition that
all quests will be traveled to completion.
The day’s only concern is to burst forth
smiles to remind the sullen that the sun
shines to brighten each eye.
On any given second spiteful tears
create rivers to drown away
hope. Hope that the day won’t
die without it’s purpose being realized.
When realized the day shakes a content
hand with a rejuvenated heart
and gladness pours forth...the day's effort indeed is fulfilled
as it's light dies to bring forth dusk...
only to rise again as does the Phoenix to once again brighten sad eyes with smiles with hope of the new born day...
each day to validate approval
The switch flipped to energize
the darkened ones or maybe
distracted souls behind the mire
of blown incandescent content.
Too many transformed gladness...
trudge wearily about unknowingly
searching for the lost smiles
only to be found in another’s guarded
flask of liquid emotion.
Bottled to preserve a fraction
of oneself that can flash upon those
victim to the theft of spirit.
Each hour passes a raw hope to
solve that day’s unearthly sunken
headed tortured heart, but each hour
past is each hour lost.
But never lost is the ambition that
all quests will be traveled to completion.
The day’s only concern is to burst forth
smiles to remind the sullen that the sun
shines to brighten each eye.
On any given second spiteful tears
create rivers to drown away
hope. Hope that the day won’t
die without it’s purpose being realized.
When realized the day shakes a content
hand with a rejuvenated heart
and gladness pours forth...the day's effort indeed is fulfilled
as it's light dies to bring forth dusk...
only to rise again as does the Phoenix to once again brighten sad eyes with smiles with hope of the new born day...
Imagined Morality
Through the secrets we hold tight,
necessity owns the need for
the imagined morality.
what we practice and what we
pitch as practice causes
winds to blow due to extremes.
the hot air of desire lures us
to do acts to satisfy whims
as the cold air of appearances
beg us to cover our tracks with
the imagined morality.
A woman has a lover and expresses
loyalty to that lover...when in
actuality there are more.
in all she does she insists
she is moral and her lover
believes her and embraces her
imagined morality.
But truth is her ghost
materializing to convince
though really not there.
nourished by pop life, movies
and media which sells the myth
that we are a moral people.
Politicians effectively sell
themselves as moral beings
but probed deep enough
the game tilts
all in the name of illusion.
Lies are constructed from
amoebas to mountains.
daily diet of pop life
feeds osmosis; natural
born deceivers; the American psyche
so skilled her eyes don't tell
hands don't shake and her
thoughts are lightning.
she gets what she wants
and keeps her prizes.
apple pie lies on every window
sill, all lumps in permanent
wall to wall carpet are
stomped to submission.
yes she will be unveiled
decades after she's laid to rest.
the imagined morality becomes
a science in itself as her motto
reads: 'deny all deniable,
cover all tracks....
sell your morality as fact
though only imagined...
Inside Looking Out
inside looking out I am
to the woman with grace as a lamb
that goes day to day with
her heart on her sleeve
counting subconsciously
to that day she will grieve
for passion sweet to be lost
as she pays with great cost
though she well knows all
great life dies a great death
the pain is no less when
devoid of all breath
she peers down each street
for the end of this meet
lookin for something that
not yet has come
anticipating a move
eyes tracing her thumb
I'll ask this, What damn good
is a smile?
if you're searching the eyes
for the truth all the while
and taking mere silence
as intending beguile
to baptize in sorrow
you like I'm the Nile
I'm inside looking out
at you hurting from pain
I've inflicted not to you
and won't if I'm sane
you read between lines
I've never have written
make silence a sword
from me to you I've smitten
so when it is time
for climates to change
a mutual pact will then
be arranged
and both us will know
with bi-proclamation
no inside or out
with no explanation...
to the woman with grace as a lamb
that goes day to day with
her heart on her sleeve
counting subconsciously
to that day she will grieve
for passion sweet to be lost
as she pays with great cost
though she well knows all
great life dies a great death
the pain is no less when
devoid of all breath
she peers down each street
for the end of this meet
lookin for something that
not yet has come
anticipating a move
eyes tracing her thumb
I'll ask this, What damn good
is a smile?
if you're searching the eyes
for the truth all the while
and taking mere silence
as intending beguile
to baptize in sorrow
you like I'm the Nile
I'm inside looking out
at you hurting from pain
I've inflicted not to you
and won't if I'm sane
you read between lines
I've never have written
make silence a sword
from me to you I've smitten
so when it is time
for climates to change
a mutual pact will then
be arranged
and both us will know
with bi-proclamation
no inside or out
with no explanation...
Intangible
she searches for a house
she can call home.
so engrossed in the
physical place that
certain truths lie dormant
within the midst of her blind sight.
delighting in apathy and unhappiness
that resides everywhere except
her imagination, that dream she's created,
she is ecstatically unsatisfied as her
visions of home elude her present.
living in an uncertain inevitability she
cries and stresses over under-achieved
goals and a void rainbow that
points to her pot of gold.
she may never know that home resided
among her, caressing her very feet, until
she touches her dream and finds that home
had never resided there- but in an
unattainable past...
she can call home.
so engrossed in the
physical place that
certain truths lie dormant
within the midst of her blind sight.
delighting in apathy and unhappiness
that resides everywhere except
her imagination, that dream she's created,
she is ecstatically unsatisfied as her
visions of home elude her present.
living in an uncertain inevitability she
cries and stresses over under-achieved
goals and a void rainbow that
points to her pot of gold.
she may never know that home resided
among her, caressing her very feet, until
she touches her dream and finds that home
had never resided there- but in an
unattainable past...
It's Done
she did a one two on me
thought I was blind and could not see
she passively assaulted me
with the stuff I wanted much from she
denied me once and twice past three
so I decided to talk to she
that lit her stove like bon fires be
she claimed I wanted too much for me
I only wanted some big booty
she dragged around to entice me
she used to give it like it was free
but now it's rationed out to me
she thinks I'm blind and cannot see
she's wants to give it to another he
so when I complain of no booty
she says it's over to get rid of me
she did a one, two on me
but she doesn't know I wanted she
to quit me first so it's drama free
she gets her he and me I'm free
so it was me who did a 1-2-3
and she never knew or did she?
thought I was blind and could not see
she passively assaulted me
with the stuff I wanted much from she
denied me once and twice past three
so I decided to talk to she
that lit her stove like bon fires be
she claimed I wanted too much for me
I only wanted some big booty
she dragged around to entice me
she used to give it like it was free
but now it's rationed out to me
she thinks I'm blind and cannot see
she's wants to give it to another he
so when I complain of no booty
she says it's over to get rid of me
she did a one, two on me
but she doesn't know I wanted she
to quit me first so it's drama free
she gets her he and me I'm free
so it was me who did a 1-2-3
and she never knew or did she?
Kendra's Wish
whether pool or bowlin she's got that swag
a brotha sees and says, oh Dag!
that beauty is a sight to see
with eyes of Diamonds and will so free
with skin of caramel and moves
with grace
and fine stamped on her whole
soft face
with passion deep and phoenix soul
an erotic walk of worthy goal
to be the one that matters so
her nights are warm though the
cold winds blow
so she can look and there's a face
that she wakes up to in any place
and knows her through and
through and through
so well he's her and she's you
she'll have someone to call her own
as the fabric of life will then be sown...
a brotha sees and says, oh Dag!
that beauty is a sight to see
with eyes of Diamonds and will so free
with skin of caramel and moves
with grace
and fine stamped on her whole
soft face
with passion deep and phoenix soul
an erotic walk of worthy goal
to be the one that matters so
her nights are warm though the
cold winds blow
so she can look and there's a face
that she wakes up to in any place
and knows her through and
through and through
so well he's her and she's you
she'll have someone to call her own
as the fabric of life will then be sown...
‘Less Mara Know
‘less Mara know less hurt will show
behind her cage of paper vow
glance through walls for her troubles fall
while memories massage her yearning heart
fractured is a hope once ripe
broken by a love now lost
see his moments consumed by jealousy
that she has done what he practices
yet conceals from her knowing eye...
so there she sits, ears blasting with
thee accusations of a selfish soul
kneeling each night her salvation from
the hell of a vow she holds so dear
taking lightly never, still she cries
as unhappy times fill her heart as does
one trapped in a water tight room in an
inevitable drawing....
Less Mara know how she is loved
by one who seeks her wishes
and also yearns for her salvation...
behind her cage of paper vow
glance through walls for her troubles fall
while memories massage her yearning heart
fractured is a hope once ripe
broken by a love now lost
see his moments consumed by jealousy
that she has done what he practices
yet conceals from her knowing eye...
so there she sits, ears blasting with
thee accusations of a selfish soul
kneeling each night her salvation from
the hell of a vow she holds so dear
taking lightly never, still she cries
as unhappy times fill her heart as does
one trapped in a water tight room in an
inevitable drawing....
Less Mara know how she is loved
by one who seeks her wishes
and also yearns for her salvation...
Man's Pride
Bad for a man's pride.
I sit with heart in hand
aching from words thrusted
through.
imagining my presence
elsewhere...
the island of pride friendly
females as I walk being stroked
as felines do.
schools of need to know
has taught their spirit
how to hold on to and
encourage the beacon that
makes a man a man.
his pride...
a man never wants to be
man handled by another man
who's strength is superior
no less a woman who's strength
is inferior but will of steel.
why would a man want to stay
where the essence of him is
not wanted?
bad for a man's pride?
surely so though with all
his heart he tries to give
his woman everything emotionally
and sexually that she wants
only to find materially he lacks
and she hates him for such...
though too strong of a word
in actuality it is not so
in how he feels she treats him.
comparing him to other materially
successful men...how can he
desire to remain under
such rule of ego?
oh to have a woman who
rules with iron fist with
tenderness and tact...
he happily slaves for her
as she leads him with her wiles...
sex promising eyes,
swaying hips of motivation,
soft hands caressing his manhood
as insinuation of reward upon
execution of tasks she demands,
never anger
or profanity
or put down
or threat of horrible deeds
cast to bruise his pride.
bad for his pride?
bad for his pride.
reluctantly, he tearfully
leaves the side of her...
the much loved one...
for pride is him
but she's bad for
what is him...his pride.
I sit with heart in hand
aching from words thrusted
through.
imagining my presence
elsewhere...
the island of pride friendly
females as I walk being stroked
as felines do.
schools of need to know
has taught their spirit
how to hold on to and
encourage the beacon that
makes a man a man.
his pride...
a man never wants to be
man handled by another man
who's strength is superior
no less a woman who's strength
is inferior but will of steel.
why would a man want to stay
where the essence of him is
not wanted?
bad for a man's pride?
surely so though with all
his heart he tries to give
his woman everything emotionally
and sexually that she wants
only to find materially he lacks
and she hates him for such...
though too strong of a word
in actuality it is not so
in how he feels she treats him.
comparing him to other materially
successful men...how can he
desire to remain under
such rule of ego?
oh to have a woman who
rules with iron fist with
tenderness and tact...
he happily slaves for her
as she leads him with her wiles...
sex promising eyes,
swaying hips of motivation,
soft hands caressing his manhood
as insinuation of reward upon
execution of tasks she demands,
never anger
or profanity
or put down
or threat of horrible deeds
cast to bruise his pride.
bad for his pride?
bad for his pride.
reluctantly, he tearfully
leaves the side of her...
the much loved one...
for pride is him
but she's bad for
what is him...his pride.
Mornings Of Forever
I stand laughing at the coffin of death's demise
black lace consumes the casket
like decades of cobwebs.
myriads of race many pays their disrespects
to a fiend no one loved but one.
hate crusted to the very DNA of all
who has experience the talent of the deceased
as fragrant flowers shower the coffin being
lowered to it's final resting place;
a jubilation unlike any rejoiced
since time took it's first breath, commences.
we all stand marveling at our first
realization that mornings of forever has been unveiled.
yes unlimited sunsets smile
promising to each alive a new day.
yes mornings of forever.
so many thirsts will be quenched,
for each of us will never tire of
awakening each day knowing we
have no final calling.
no death in our prime, no worry
of a loved one dying in our absence.
the mornings of forever will never
silence the welcome of day break.
Death's demise has freed the largest slave
business to date....we live free of death to see
mornings of forever...
black lace consumes the casket
like decades of cobwebs.
myriads of race many pays their disrespects
to a fiend no one loved but one.
hate crusted to the very DNA of all
who has experience the talent of the deceased
as fragrant flowers shower the coffin being
lowered to it's final resting place;
a jubilation unlike any rejoiced
since time took it's first breath, commences.
we all stand marveling at our first
realization that mornings of forever has been unveiled.
yes unlimited sunsets smile
promising to each alive a new day.
yes mornings of forever.
so many thirsts will be quenched,
for each of us will never tire of
awakening each day knowing we
have no final calling.
no death in our prime, no worry
of a loved one dying in our absence.
the mornings of forever will never
silence the welcome of day break.
Death's demise has freed the largest slave
business to date....we live free of death to see
mornings of forever...
Motherland's Woman
Motherland's woman has held our hand
through the toils that bind us
through perils that defines us
through the triumphs that finds us
Motherland's woman has taught us
that toils must find us
that perils must bind us
so triumph defines us
for as the many walks clinched
with the safety of her
childhood grins and she knows why
as children skip with pride
she slowly watched behind us
willing away all harm that befalls
us and lies in wait as predators.
Intensely she burns holes through
all adversity that hides as snares.
as adults, we exist ingrained with
golden knowledge of what she taught
and walk as she walks.
no statue stands tall enough
to represent the grandeur
we hold so dear in every child's heart.
still we try to mold out of mere words
the emotions and tears of gladness
how we feel about man's greatest gift,
MOM....motherland's woman...
through the toils that bind us
through perils that defines us
through the triumphs that finds us
Motherland's woman has taught us
that toils must find us
that perils must bind us
so triumph defines us
for as the many walks clinched
with the safety of her
childhood grins and she knows why
as children skip with pride
she slowly watched behind us
willing away all harm that befalls
us and lies in wait as predators.
Intensely she burns holes through
all adversity that hides as snares.
as adults, we exist ingrained with
golden knowledge of what she taught
and walk as she walks.
no statue stands tall enough
to represent the grandeur
we hold so dear in every child's heart.
still we try to mold out of mere words
the emotions and tears of gladness
how we feel about man's greatest gift,
MOM....motherland's woman...
Never Lonely
Many nights she was alone
with no companion but the phone
though she was the apex of beauty shone
full red lips long haired red bone
she chose to keep out all she didn’t feel
wolves in sheep’s clothing feenin a meal
yet beneath that hard exterior of her
lay a soft she leopard with a catly purr
in love with the finer things in life
designer purses and negative strife
she loved the pumps and animal print
traveling afar and a home with no rent
yet she remained independent
until she met that man that God sent
but until that happens her friend is the phone
and she's never lonely just all alone...
with no companion but the phone
though she was the apex of beauty shone
full red lips long haired red bone
she chose to keep out all she didn’t feel
wolves in sheep’s clothing feenin a meal
yet beneath that hard exterior of her
lay a soft she leopard with a catly purr
in love with the finer things in life
designer purses and negative strife
she loved the pumps and animal print
traveling afar and a home with no rent
yet she remained independent
until she met that man that God sent
but until that happens her friend is the phone
and she's never lonely just all alone...
Overeducated
How can they say its no God,
when evidence abounds throughout...
how accidental is this life we live?
juices of old by chance exploding
to form life.
preposterous as a car bomb
giving birth to a gangster.
DNA as small AS A WORLD TO ITSELF
to build an us to think and ponder
to procreate, build, discover,
manage an accidental world
to give birth to agents of our
own destruction...
are we really the accident of an accident?
grown from nothing?
can a complex human creation
be mistaken for an accident?
if a supercomputer micro chip
need a creator,
how much so does the
human brain? or the ocean
with it's inhabitants, currants
and living rocks need one?
our God has been slandered
by his creation...
giving us a choice
to be so brilliant that
we talk ourseleves
into believing our brilliance
was an accident inspite
of headbanging evidence
to the contrary.
How far we've come to
become overeducated...
when evidence abounds throughout...
how accidental is this life we live?
juices of old by chance exploding
to form life.
preposterous as a car bomb
giving birth to a gangster.
DNA as small AS A WORLD TO ITSELF
to build an us to think and ponder
to procreate, build, discover,
manage an accidental world
to give birth to agents of our
own destruction...
are we really the accident of an accident?
grown from nothing?
can a complex human creation
be mistaken for an accident?
if a supercomputer micro chip
need a creator,
how much so does the
human brain? or the ocean
with it's inhabitants, currants
and living rocks need one?
our God has been slandered
by his creation...
giving us a choice
to be so brilliant that
we talk ourseleves
into believing our brilliance
was an accident inspite
of headbanging evidence
to the contrary.
How far we've come to
become overeducated...
Paper Torn
Beauty can be born
Upon a paper torn
As eyes do graze the desk it lies
Alone, forbidden to ever rise
Until one soul that happens by
Sees potential not asking why
Upon the paper write yet torn
Composes beauty as beauty’s born
Lack of symmetry there within
Inspired jar of vision thin
Without the torn extreme forlorn
Conception void true beauty born...
Upon a paper torn
As eyes do graze the desk it lies
Alone, forbidden to ever rise
Until one soul that happens by
Sees potential not asking why
Upon the paper write yet torn
Composes beauty as beauty’s born
Lack of symmetry there within
Inspired jar of vision thin
Without the torn extreme forlorn
Conception void true beauty born...
Prison Home Reality
Twilight has seen me float about
arguing with myself in doubt
struggling for a lil clout
to pay my debt for my way out
lil holdin cells without no light
incarcerated with locks so tight
they slide the slop under the door at night
I counted days with imagined friends
to keep me sane till prison's end
inhaled my stench with water gone
as days they pass more dirt cake on
I etch the walls with finger nails
regret the judge's rule no bail
that angry day tried and accused
decapitated find of a murdered muse
a victim cast in circumstance
though innocent the jury danced
declined my offer of a bargain plea
prosecution had it in for me
as darkness slithers round my skin
I reminisce my imagined win
infact I pray within this realm
to make reality front the helm
an instant winks and I'm back again
to my brown chair where all this time I've been
reality so far is kind
as imagined travesties unwind
that horrid feeling in society's cell
makes me bow down pray from hell
am I really free in my office room
my home my prison my warden's tomb
some say I'm blessed from a prison's shame
but I beg to differ...it feels the same...
arguing with myself in doubt
struggling for a lil clout
to pay my debt for my way out
lil holdin cells without no light
incarcerated with locks so tight
they slide the slop under the door at night
I counted days with imagined friends
to keep me sane till prison's end
inhaled my stench with water gone
as days they pass more dirt cake on
I etch the walls with finger nails
regret the judge's rule no bail
that angry day tried and accused
decapitated find of a murdered muse
a victim cast in circumstance
though innocent the jury danced
declined my offer of a bargain plea
prosecution had it in for me
as darkness slithers round my skin
I reminisce my imagined win
infact I pray within this realm
to make reality front the helm
an instant winks and I'm back again
to my brown chair where all this time I've been
reality so far is kind
as imagined travesties unwind
that horrid feeling in society's cell
makes me bow down pray from hell
am I really free in my office room
my home my prison my warden's tomb
some say I'm blessed from a prison's shame
but I beg to differ...it feels the same...
Rooted
8/24/05
Reaching to the heavens
for his grace
adorn all in extravagant
green flowing from each arm
tall proud and imposing
smiling at all who admires
his stature, he remains
impervious to vanity
he never brags about
all the good qualities possessed
feet planted firmly
as roots deep in the ground
he knows he is great
yet never admits it.
8/24/05
Reaching to the heavens
for his grace
adorn all in extravagant
green flowing from each arm
tall proud and imposing
smiling at all who admires
his stature, he remains
impervious to vanity
he never brags about
all the good qualities possessed
feet planted firmly
as roots deep in the ground
he knows he is great
yet never admits it.
Self Worth
cruisin a place everyone wants
wishin and praying in envious grunts
the height of utopian apex
as heavy as iron and poppy as latex
cloud 9 some people be singing
thinkin they angels with feathery wingin
see my shit is natural and boy I be flyin
getting this rush I’m high and aint lyin
inhalin a breathful that’s takin me there
it’s not all that plenty and not all so rare
it’s more than just sunshine that’s makin me high
it’s lower than navels and higher than thigh
cuter than bent eyes of womanly shy
tougher than leather and stronger than lye
able to lift the numbest brain to a high
walkin on clouds without a mere try
I know you want it, it’s all on your face
To get what I got and my two names erase
Well just don’t you sweat it I’ll tell you right out
So you can just keep it or to the world shout
That this place I’m cruisin is plenty for all
Enough for the small raw shortest and tall
Something acquired me though not from birth
I’m high on knowledge of my true self worth...
wishin and praying in envious grunts
the height of utopian apex
as heavy as iron and poppy as latex
cloud 9 some people be singing
thinkin they angels with feathery wingin
see my shit is natural and boy I be flyin
getting this rush I’m high and aint lyin
inhalin a breathful that’s takin me there
it’s not all that plenty and not all so rare
it’s more than just sunshine that’s makin me high
it’s lower than navels and higher than thigh
cuter than bent eyes of womanly shy
tougher than leather and stronger than lye
able to lift the numbest brain to a high
walkin on clouds without a mere try
I know you want it, it’s all on your face
To get what I got and my two names erase
Well just don’t you sweat it I’ll tell you right out
So you can just keep it or to the world shout
That this place I’m cruisin is plenty for all
Enough for the small raw shortest and tall
Something acquired me though not from birth
I’m high on knowledge of my true self worth...
Sex Slave
Sex sold me into slavery from my birth
morphed into a male for a woman's worth
member drags me around on chains and lock
ever searching for a wet kitty for my cock
from pre kindergarten lad glancing at the Jet
little fingers flipping to the page of the sexy pet
that little book was my early dose of pussy drug
black fine woman lying face down on a rug
smallest doses that would later grow to porn
here's the diary of a sexaholic born
innocence had clothed me before the age of teen
never knew the chains existed till I'd start to feen
was lad of tender years not more than fourteen
when I had my first real taste of pussy wet and lean
from that moment I well knew my craving vastly grew
from wanting sex not once a day but wanting it at two
my girlfriend was a frisky one so she was happy for
me coming to her room with dick out then closed
and locked the door
sex sold me into her slavery and put my dick in charge
dick always seemed to want a piece, his appetite is large
on public transportation he'd grow and make me have to hide
him as I kept on moving him within the whole damn ride
when I became a guitarist and joined a local band
we became so popular I had wet pussy on each hand
I fucked so much my chops went down and started to
sound like shit
each show I'd search the crowd of girls looking for more of it
my dick was king and I the slave and did all that he asked
my bed was full to capacity with all kinds of pussy I'd bask
so it has be decades since then and I'm still battling dick
he still holds check though no longer boss ruling with his stick
I bought myself out of his bond as age and wisdom grew
but sex still sells someone each day make sure it is not you
for though it sounds arousing...
morphed into a male for a woman's worth
member drags me around on chains and lock
ever searching for a wet kitty for my cock
from pre kindergarten lad glancing at the Jet
little fingers flipping to the page of the sexy pet
that little book was my early dose of pussy drug
black fine woman lying face down on a rug
smallest doses that would later grow to porn
here's the diary of a sexaholic born
innocence had clothed me before the age of teen
never knew the chains existed till I'd start to feen
was lad of tender years not more than fourteen
when I had my first real taste of pussy wet and lean
from that moment I well knew my craving vastly grew
from wanting sex not once a day but wanting it at two
my girlfriend was a frisky one so she was happy for
me coming to her room with dick out then closed
and locked the door
sex sold me into her slavery and put my dick in charge
dick always seemed to want a piece, his appetite is large
on public transportation he'd grow and make me have to hide
him as I kept on moving him within the whole damn ride
when I became a guitarist and joined a local band
we became so popular I had wet pussy on each hand
I fucked so much my chops went down and started to
sound like shit
each show I'd search the crowd of girls looking for more of it
my dick was king and I the slave and did all that he asked
my bed was full to capacity with all kinds of pussy I'd bask
so it has be decades since then and I'm still battling dick
he still holds check though no longer boss ruling with his stick
I bought myself out of his bond as age and wisdom grew
but sex still sells someone each day make sure it is not you
for though it sounds arousing...
She Glances
She glances in the mirror
and questions why.
her beauty is raw
and apparent to all
who's eyes caress
her sugar brownness.
Her potential queen
status is undeniable,
still the question's asked.
daily her time collides
with to do lists stuck
anywhere without an
oily surface.
as a result all advances
are neglected.
pride is strong within
her curve many frame.
Scarce is not offers,
just quality offers.
being the conscience
that demands right,
no one is allowed in her
world who doesn't want
the whole package,
including her mouths to feed.
and so they shouldn’t.
So she glances and hopes
that the queen inside
will convince her king
in which she waits,
to claim his throne...
her and her subjects...
and questions why.
her beauty is raw
and apparent to all
who's eyes caress
her sugar brownness.
Her potential queen
status is undeniable,
still the question's asked.
daily her time collides
with to do lists stuck
anywhere without an
oily surface.
as a result all advances
are neglected.
pride is strong within
her curve many frame.
Scarce is not offers,
just quality offers.
being the conscience
that demands right,
no one is allowed in her
world who doesn't want
the whole package,
including her mouths to feed.
and so they shouldn’t.
So she glances and hopes
that the queen inside
will convince her king
in which she waits,
to claim his throne...
her and her subjects...
The Wall
A soul of beauty
lurks hiding behind
that wall of angry kool.
sometimes I see over to
that big vulnerable heart.
within my fingertips
but never quite touching.
when she falls, she falls hard.
gotta keep the dam up so the
water won't overflow.
her waters of love run deeper
than the Grand Canyon valley.
Oh how the delicate heart bruises;
the wall's there for a reason...
lurks hiding behind
that wall of angry kool.
sometimes I see over to
that big vulnerable heart.
within my fingertips
but never quite touching.
when she falls, she falls hard.
gotta keep the dam up so the
water won't overflow.
her waters of love run deeper
than the Grand Canyon valley.
Oh how the delicate heart bruises;
the wall's there for a reason...
The Page
I complain to the page
my roaring rage
imprisoned in my trouble's cage
pace to and fro and blow my snout
like an angry Lion wanting out
my page don't judge or think me weak
when I teary eyed weepingly speak
my page don't tell me...'be a man'
'dry those tears you know the plan'
it tells me, 'Vent! Just let it loose'
to keep it in, tightens the noose
prepared for men who hide their pain
hold back their tears and make no stain
my pain is just between us two
you make it easy to confide in you
you never give half assed remarks
with wordless noise like dumb dog barks
you never tell no one my plight
to change my image within their sight
you just sit there and listen close
you're passive medicines highest dose
and unless I say someone can peer
you make sure what's here stays right here...
my roaring rage
imprisoned in my trouble's cage
pace to and fro and blow my snout
like an angry Lion wanting out
my page don't judge or think me weak
when I teary eyed weepingly speak
my page don't tell me...'be a man'
'dry those tears you know the plan'
it tells me, 'Vent! Just let it loose'
to keep it in, tightens the noose
prepared for men who hide their pain
hold back their tears and make no stain
my pain is just between us two
you make it easy to confide in you
you never give half assed remarks
with wordless noise like dumb dog barks
you never tell no one my plight
to change my image within their sight
you just sit there and listen close
you're passive medicines highest dose
and unless I say someone can peer
you make sure what's here stays right here...
Through The Nose
nation of power gets snuck by a shrimp
with power its own and secrets
unrevealed to those paying;
U.S. people shovel through
noses of tax to undercover
deals and closet handshakes;
beneath the surface lies reasons
treasons and relationships built
for disaster.
with guns uncocked
and load not locked
we found our selves
rising from a smokey fall
from a deal gone wrong
and deals worthy of impeachment.
Nobody can't tell me this
was not a product of mismanagement
of a rich country
refusing retaliation,
all due to a fuel we now pay out
the ass for.....
an unsolved crime to U.S.
those who pay through the nose...
with power its own and secrets
unrevealed to those paying;
U.S. people shovel through
noses of tax to undercover
deals and closet handshakes;
beneath the surface lies reasons
treasons and relationships built
for disaster.
with guns uncocked
and load not locked
we found our selves
rising from a smokey fall
from a deal gone wrong
and deals worthy of impeachment.
Nobody can't tell me this
was not a product of mismanagement
of a rich country
refusing retaliation,
all due to a fuel we now pay out
the ass for.....
an unsolved crime to U.S.
those who pay through the nose...
Too Stubborn To Admit
it's been some time
that has traveled along
as the distance
expand between...
too many subjects
of eyes misalign
and attitudes
trudge about
misinformed
undeterred
imbalanced
with the proclamation
of love stamped on back.
walls close in
and the need for space
increases.
to be clear
almost never
appears to be
understood.
ever mounting
disagreements
just aren't solved
just pushed
receded
hidden
regressed...
the obvious
consequences
are never imagined
as a common plea.
just left to fester
till fuses are too
short to hold back
the blast
and then..
BOOM!!!
that has traveled along
as the distance
expand between...
too many subjects
of eyes misalign
and attitudes
trudge about
misinformed
undeterred
imbalanced
with the proclamation
of love stamped on back.
walls close in
and the need for space
increases.
to be clear
almost never
appears to be
understood.
ever mounting
disagreements
just aren't solved
just pushed
receded
hidden
regressed...
the obvious
consequences
are never imagined
as a common plea.
just left to fester
till fuses are too
short to hold back
the blast
and then..
BOOM!!!
Trivial Wins
as days swallow each hour
to fill it's hunger
we ride it's wave; no one
gets younger
we plan for things, though
life's not promised
intentions then eaten,
time seems Jeffrey Domish
so we just sit pretty,
through time we're carried
until we look and notice
the light of day has varied
a moment's task important
within big picture viewed
becomes one celled amoeba
so small it can't be chewed
and when the day is over
those urgent moments smile
for one more day they made
us pay we forgot the most worthwhile...
to fill it's hunger
we ride it's wave; no one
gets younger
we plan for things, though
life's not promised
intentions then eaten,
time seems Jeffrey Domish
so we just sit pretty,
through time we're carried
until we look and notice
the light of day has varied
a moment's task important
within big picture viewed
becomes one celled amoeba
so small it can't be chewed
and when the day is over
those urgent moments smile
for one more day they made
us pay we forgot the most worthwhile...
Truth
Ever have someone ask you
even beg you for truth?
with you under their shelter
of gratitude roof?
you resolve to shoot old habits
that lies reinforce
that you would be better off
with an all truth course
only to die a reluctant
death for doing just that
with wrath brought upon
you like a rabid sewer rat
oh our relationship would be
great if you'd participate
in truth dealing wonders
would greatly seal your fate
but all you get are sour shots
and angry knives irate
when a simple little lie
could’ve kept the moment great
instead endorse the crime of
truth served blatant upon the plate
with you the fish caught bloodied mouth
with telling truth the bait
make matters worse than ever could
the lie abandoned late
an overrated state of talk
this truth I cooked and ate
served to the one that wanted it
who's now in a sorry state
I should’ve lied and said I would
and not participate
at least she still would be my love
not a mad ex-mate...
even beg you for truth?
with you under their shelter
of gratitude roof?
you resolve to shoot old habits
that lies reinforce
that you would be better off
with an all truth course
only to die a reluctant
death for doing just that
with wrath brought upon
you like a rabid sewer rat
oh our relationship would be
great if you'd participate
in truth dealing wonders
would greatly seal your fate
but all you get are sour shots
and angry knives irate
when a simple little lie
could’ve kept the moment great
instead endorse the crime of
truth served blatant upon the plate
with you the fish caught bloodied mouth
with telling truth the bait
make matters worse than ever could
the lie abandoned late
an overrated state of talk
this truth I cooked and ate
served to the one that wanted it
who's now in a sorry state
I should’ve lied and said I would
and not participate
at least she still would be my love
not a mad ex-mate...
Unseen Evolution
It crept upon me
a newborn year robust and young
watching me uncomfortably wear my skin
still after many of the year's siblings
were born and died logging my insecurities
within their memories bent on reminding me
of a subject worth forgetting.
It seems to me that I run my race
somewhat at a stand still.
Here I sit in the young 10:30 night
quickly aging running time's race
in it's natural order.
Comparably I age in body yet
soul remains the teenage me.
I sit as I watch this shell
rust within time's tick tock.
Though I know wisdom has brightened
my eyes, my evolution seems not
as evident as I look back at some
of my written thoughts and feel clarity
has now eluded me.
so steadily I run without visible signs
of my evolution, except the growing
body rust.
Living life as a living has steadily
come second to making a living for life.
as minutes to years creep, I forget
to savor each breath and I yearn for sleep...
a newborn year robust and young
watching me uncomfortably wear my skin
still after many of the year's siblings
were born and died logging my insecurities
within their memories bent on reminding me
of a subject worth forgetting.
It seems to me that I run my race
somewhat at a stand still.
Here I sit in the young 10:30 night
quickly aging running time's race
in it's natural order.
Comparably I age in body yet
soul remains the teenage me.
I sit as I watch this shell
rust within time's tick tock.
Though I know wisdom has brightened
my eyes, my evolution seems not
as evident as I look back at some
of my written thoughts and feel clarity
has now eluded me.
so steadily I run without visible signs
of my evolution, except the growing
body rust.
Living life as a living has steadily
come second to making a living for life.
as minutes to years creep, I forget
to savor each breath and I yearn for sleep...
Untrue Virtue
looking through the eyes of those
peering into the facade
you concoct the appearance
of how you're seen
composing the untrue virtue of you
meticulously devising
metaphorically enterprising
the gold in you that fools think true
but you know... as breath
rushes through the lungs of
false bravado.
your eyes fake truth
like the actor's actor wins
the Oscar of a convincing factor.
genuflecting upon the pew
hands folded we see that holy you
eyes closed head down what seems
deep prayer
is just skin deep of a deeper layer.
the eyes dart upward to view your
god uphigh
you whisper producing your holy sigh
those peekin half opened eyes at you
think holiness has no better view
your stunt is aired and ratings
are high
to regards of you the polls hits sky
but hidin is script...that act you do
composing the untrue virtue of you
how could they know?
what just makes since
the members of your audience
that they're recipients of an elaborate lie
among the 90 percent pie.
that stand and believe you are so great
leads to the crowded interstate
they follow you, refuse to flinch
even with a reality pinch
because you cover the tracks so well
your untrue virtue will never tell
though spiritually your legs are lame
but they don't care
they do the same...
peering into the facade
you concoct the appearance
of how you're seen
composing the untrue virtue of you
meticulously devising
metaphorically enterprising
the gold in you that fools think true
but you know... as breath
rushes through the lungs of
false bravado.
your eyes fake truth
like the actor's actor wins
the Oscar of a convincing factor.
genuflecting upon the pew
hands folded we see that holy you
eyes closed head down what seems
deep prayer
is just skin deep of a deeper layer.
the eyes dart upward to view your
god uphigh
you whisper producing your holy sigh
those peekin half opened eyes at you
think holiness has no better view
your stunt is aired and ratings
are high
to regards of you the polls hits sky
but hidin is script...that act you do
composing the untrue virtue of you
how could they know?
what just makes since
the members of your audience
that they're recipients of an elaborate lie
among the 90 percent pie.
that stand and believe you are so great
leads to the crowded interstate
they follow you, refuse to flinch
even with a reality pinch
because you cover the tracks so well
your untrue virtue will never tell
though spiritually your legs are lame
but they don't care
they do the same...
Was She Worth It?
They ask me this
When it’s off I’m pissed
When I’m venting mad
When it seems all bad
When my life it seems so curse’ed
They ask me.. was she worth it?
My answers never straight
Dumb questions need to fuckin wait
I’m in this shit and it’s too late
To change my heart , to change my fate
I tell her more often than I should
One day I’m out… took all I could
But more and more I’m so convinced
That where I am it’s in I’m fenced
I really cannot just blame you
I think I revel in bluest blue
Our eyes of fire lock in fight
With every word you burn my kite
In turn I try to break your heart
Until you cry and I fall apart
I ask myself.. is she’s worth it?
Does any other woman on this earth fit?
I beat my head against the wall
Cause I don’t want this to fall
And suddenly find the grass
Is really brown
And what we have is true love found
So until I’m sure what this is here
I’ll be here till death I fear...
When it’s off I’m pissed
When I’m venting mad
When it seems all bad
When my life it seems so curse’ed
They ask me.. was she worth it?
My answers never straight
Dumb questions need to fuckin wait
I’m in this shit and it’s too late
To change my heart , to change my fate
I tell her more often than I should
One day I’m out… took all I could
But more and more I’m so convinced
That where I am it’s in I’m fenced
I really cannot just blame you
I think I revel in bluest blue
Our eyes of fire lock in fight
With every word you burn my kite
In turn I try to break your heart
Until you cry and I fall apart
I ask myself.. is she’s worth it?
Does any other woman on this earth fit?
I beat my head against the wall
Cause I don’t want this to fall
And suddenly find the grass
Is really brown
And what we have is true love found
So until I’m sure what this is here
I’ll be here till death I fear...
What Is It Really
I thought you married me.
But in the realm of understanding
why the world is so much gloomier
to me, I’ve realized that you actually
Married the idea of me…
That man that has yet arrived
And you mistake him for me.
I am the prerequisite to that future
person that you see and react to.
You deny it, but you’ve been
cheating on me the whole while.
Making love to a man who is not me.
Has yet to become that person
That you’ve seen in that fantasy
That mills around in your head.
I am the object of your obsession
I am the embodiment, your possession
You don’t love me, I am the pack
Ratted object in storage with your
name on the door.
Our marriage is a contract,
A guarantee of things hoped
For but not beheld, but will
Be delivered.
It’s all about what you get out
Not what we both receive.
I’ve been told by you
That we are bonded till death does
Us part….which is your way
Of saying if I leave you
Dire consequences ensue.
I thought you married me.
I am the personification of
Your idealistic savior that you
Expect to take care of you…
I am your hire hand
It’s not about our happiness
It’s about what you expect.
You aren’t my wife,
You’re my warden...
But in the realm of understanding
why the world is so much gloomier
to me, I’ve realized that you actually
Married the idea of me…
That man that has yet arrived
And you mistake him for me.
I am the prerequisite to that future
person that you see and react to.
You deny it, but you’ve been
cheating on me the whole while.
Making love to a man who is not me.
Has yet to become that person
That you’ve seen in that fantasy
That mills around in your head.
I am the object of your obsession
I am the embodiment, your possession
You don’t love me, I am the pack
Ratted object in storage with your
name on the door.
Our marriage is a contract,
A guarantee of things hoped
For but not beheld, but will
Be delivered.
It’s all about what you get out
Not what we both receive.
I’ve been told by you
That we are bonded till death does
Us part….which is your way
Of saying if I leave you
Dire consequences ensue.
I thought you married me.
I am the personification of
Your idealistic savior that you
Expect to take care of you…
I am your hire hand
It’s not about our happiness
It’s about what you expect.
You aren’t my wife,
You’re my warden...
Your Shelter
Walk upon my shoulders
With your sore oiled soft feet
Tired and worn from life’s perils…
Release the torrents held back
With reservations for a hearing ear.
Glance into my spirit so I may
Feel every bit of that tortured soul.
Gently close your windows
And live this moment a thousand millenniums
It may be the only golden solace
To grace your trodden heart..
Please I beg of you,
No thanks are ordered from
two roaded shoulders
Happily posing as street for your journey…
From now to the day when
The red hot pain dies his dirty death.
Genuflected humbly I await
Orders of a monarch for
her will of forever…
Will I remain a humble road
For refreshed feet or discarded
As was this blueblood of the
Promised shoulder once endured?
In any event
Walk upon my shoulders
They are your road
Until...
With your sore oiled soft feet
Tired and worn from life’s perils…
Release the torrents held back
With reservations for a hearing ear.
Glance into my spirit so I may
Feel every bit of that tortured soul.
Gently close your windows
And live this moment a thousand millenniums
It may be the only golden solace
To grace your trodden heart..
Please I beg of you,
No thanks are ordered from
two roaded shoulders
Happily posing as street for your journey…
From now to the day when
The red hot pain dies his dirty death.
Genuflected humbly I await
Orders of a monarch for
her will of forever…
Will I remain a humble road
For refreshed feet or discarded
As was this blueblood of the
Promised shoulder once endured?
In any event
Walk upon my shoulders
They are your road
Until...
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