Driving
On the boulevard
                Or crazy
Driving me inside
Unto the borders

Into the gridlines
                              Of my minds

                    Past the red lights
                    Through the cities
                          Darkened eyes
I cry pity

Near the demonized
                  politicians

As they Lie in lies

                           Filthy

Drivin me
On the boulevard of crazy
Wandering
                    Aimlessly
With a fist to swing at anything

      I'm driving endlessly insane

I'm drivin
On the boulevard
                Or crazy

Schizophrenic
    A bit delirious
          And faded

I'm driving on
Two and a half
           Flat tires
With all my screws loose
Unhinged and wild

            I'm driving
On the boulevard
But maybe I should

Just

          Pull over

SHE'LL BE GONE
HEAR THE NEWS

TAKE YOUR DREAMS
   AND YOUR PETALS

TAKE YOUR PENNIES
  AND YOUR MARBLES

           MOON IS BLUE

SHE'LL BE GONE
LIKE THE WIND
WITH THE LEAVES
I'LL SOON SETTLE

I'LL MAYBE MAKE
                  A MOON
    A STAR

I'LL PAINT A WORLD
    ACROSS HER FEET
SHOW HER THINGS
AND MAKE HER SMILE
         TOUCH HER FACE
FOR MY LOVE
     IS FOR YOU

BUT SHE'LL BE GONE
    DRINK THE *****
  STASH YOUR HEART
  AND YOUR MEDALS

FOR THE THING THAT IS GONE

IS IN HER
AND IN YOU

SHE'LL BE GONE
           IT'S NO USE
TAKE THE FEELINGS
            HALF NIBBLED

FOR YOUR HEART
                 IS A HALF

WHEN IT'S TWO

Parts of me
                      Ill my pieces
                     Thoughts to be
Just like Jesus
       Impossibly
Be the good neighbor

When I don't like nobody

Finding peace
Is a solution
Searched in it's rarity

     It is a puzzle piece
Lost which completes
                  Parts of me
                    I once had
Till I developed leprosy

My skin dripped fingers
As my heart fell off of me

Hunting down the cure
Was exhausting
And melancholy

My dissed ease
   Was a necessary
          By all means
I lost
Parts of me
                    Involuntarily

As I looked to the floor
I noticed everything

The broken pieces
Scattered
Were swept into a pile of me

Now I'm putting back
The parts of me
That never functioned
Properly

However broken
I never lost hope
Until I could find every peace

To assemble
The parts of me
That were always there

But I was too blind
To see

The end of myself
         That old guy

Dusted off

And put back on the shelf

Like an old bible that sits
             On the nightstand
             Waiting to be read

When the tragedies amount

How many more pages
            Need to be there
           For it to count

The end of the story
I said with the worry
It would never end well

Whatever was real
Accounts for the deal
I never made with the devil
                      Or anyone else

The end of myself
Begins a new failure
Ending the old hell
With a new saviour
To tell me
I came to the end of myself

For my health

Rose beetle
             Emerald shine
Grape and raspberry
             Flying my kite

             In my sky

             Shimmering
                               Sun
Flashes
Of Japanese

               ~ Milky
                           Spore ~

Beautiful
Destruction
                        Pestful
                          Horde

In this world of pyrethirn
                                      
                                        Swim
                                              In
                                              Drown

Black magic
Cats
Walking around the halls

The cauldron steams
Pieces of chants
And whispered grants
Under gowns

No tricks
No treats

Just a witch
Influenced by what
She saw on t.v.

Purrs and scratches
On backs
Magic nails
Under pointed hats
Black

Walking around the halls
You smell the stirring of vats
Of pigtails and rats

And you see a black cat crossing
Where you entered its path

And you wondered
Where is the way back
To the magic
You had
Before evil attacked

Your bag

    Of candy

One of those shady trees
In the park
We could lay
Under
         And be cool
Because we don't need to sweat
                        Till there is moon

One of those shady trees
In the green of grass
We could lay together
      Just the two of us

And be cool

Under the sunny afternoon
      In the heat of the spark
Let's find one of those shady trees
                                        In the park
         And fall asleep
In each others arms
             And be cool

We could lay together all day
                   Till there is moon
Under one of those shady trees
                               There is love

The walls didn't have a pen

Party on the moon
In the sunlight strobe
The stars are dancing a trillion grooves

Pulsars and quasors

          Galactic dudes
        Supernova girls

On the blackhole dance floor

       Starlights and planet kites
Flying in the universe's height
               They're aint no fights
                                           Here
  Just bodies crushing
Rotating and blushing
                       Energies

All this magnetic
Gravitational static
    Arcing electricity

There's a party on the moon
     Why are you still on earth

Come join this galaxy
    In a loving allegory

Take the next rocket
To moons eye socket
The party had already started

                    And it never ends
                                      Always

Disappearing in a paper forest
I'm not coming out for weeks
I'm building a fire
With paper trees

And I'm compressing a diary
                                      To read

To remind of these weeks
                       I disappeared

Where I was a ghost
                         Writing

  I don't need anybody
I don't want someone
To disappoint my peace

So I'm disappearing
             In a paper forest
       Don't you follow me

      I'm building a fire
So I can burn my ink
And all of my desires
            I wrote to read

They are disappearing
                          With me

              I don't need anybody
Because they don't need me

I'll just roam this forest
                            Invisibly

I've burned my pen
          And my head
                         In boiling ink

And when I come out of this forest
                                        I wont be me

I saw your light flashing red
             Warning the signals
All the signs languaged
         Hands and fingers
And I spun around like a siren
                   Without any sound

Scratching my chin
Tugging on my beard

I thought about it under the streetlights because there wasn't a moon
                                      tonight

                          just a fool
Painted in the red flashes
Of your lights blinking
In the dark sky

You dimmed the lights
As I crawled toward your eyes
I found your lips first
And they sank inside mine
We created a moment
Separated from time

Without any clothes on our minds

As we tangled in bedsheets
In moans and mimes
Our passion plunged deeper
With thrusts and drives

You said come deeper

                            In me
                           Inside

And never let go of my eyes

i saw this glow
in the eyes nose

i could smell the throat
       of the light bulbed

             my site froze
as my scratched note

and phosphor coated
         the poems poet

Funny how someday Never Comes

     Yet we Chase scurry and run
All of these days
                            Waiting on one
All of those yesterday's
  Following tommorows
Looking down on the cities
             From a far away off

Chasing down one day
          In the future lost
That one day
That's better than any
          That have come

The sun searches in circles
         The moon follows her
Looking on earth
Orbiting existence
Of everything born

Except that one day
         Never created

Never made at all

That glorious day you imagined
                  That never will come
Chasing it down
Like a lion does
Hunting her down
Spinning around
Watching the calendar wall
    Looking for that one day
                  In another dawn
That precious day
On the outskirts of none

     That one day
You're the bomb
Exploding in your own fascination
                           Overfilled with joy
That one day you dreamed of
      Living in a different world
The one that's supposed to be yours

      That wondrous day
Where there is no story
Because it never comes

That one day
You keep hoping someday
                             Will come

It never does

Look into my eyes
                Swinging

Back and forth
        The locket

Back and forth
You're getting sleepy
            Rocking
Back and forth
Your eyes so heavy
               They close

And hypnotized
         They froze
              Ice cold
Without any movement
   Unless they were told

                         Relax
Tilt your head back
My voice is yours

Anything I ask
                     Do

            You're only dreaming
And when I snap my fingers

YOU'LL BE UNDER MY CONTROL

So I could help you maintain it

Cover me in frankincense
I am a gift to you Lord!




OK it's the thought that counts right

The date
On the calendar of fate
Is when we made the mistake
Of thinking it was so great

Turned out to be just another day
Nothing special  or extra ordinary

Just a number that states
The next day advancing
             At a 24 hour rate

                      It's meaning less
Than what you gave its name

                                  Meaningless
To the one who wished it away

     Today is just another day
That reminds me of the way
You couldn't care less
         Of what it meant

You're not my type
I only date church girls
I can sit by
          I like
They way they pray
The way they read
The way they trust in God

Like me

Every Sabbath
They're the habit
                  I want

Your not my type
'cause you don't like
The way I pray
The way I read
The way I trust in the God

You fight

Sometimes we feel
Discouraged
Despondent
Dispirited and Crestfallen

By the world
And all its
Melancholy
Morose
Disconsolate

It's so despairing
Wretched
Dejecting and woebegone

It seems a neverending blue
Wrapping around you
Pulling your smile down

And devouring

   There is a cure
Called ice-cream

Feel like a kid again
With a few licks
You'll forget about
      The sad things

The cool cream
      Vanilla swirl
In chocolate covered eye dreams

Don't be conquered by the world
And all it screams

Just grab your self a cone
Of your favorite flavor known

And enjoy the cure
Called ice cream

Violet comes again
As a triolet
Poetically formed
With a bayonet
To the guts of tryin'
Regrets
Hooked on an fish
Without a breath to live
In the wildin'
There must be a better way
Of dyin'
There should be another way
Or alchemy
Violet
Comes again
As a means
As a way of
My head
Cryin'
On the hills of sirens
Flashing pirates
Skull bones and riots
I wish I was cyan
But I'm violet
Charcoal and wired
Between  
I'm dyin'

I'm dyyyyyyin'

I'm dye in
Violet
As a triolet
I can feel it
Vibrant;  vibrate
Islands
Specifically ask me
Why here
Whyyyy here
Should I stay quiet
Silent
Should I ever care
Or Giant
I'll be violet
Because it comes again
And again to me
I'll just be
That color
And shine it

Shiiiiiiiine it!

I'll ever be
  I'll ever be

Violet pours poetry
It comes again
Coloring
Violet pours poetry
Velvet and consciously
It comes blood read
Violet pours poetry
It comes again

As a triolet.......
                              …
                                    ..
Violet comes again as the nights eyelets lace the stars heads
Purple and sky lit
Lavender scents a bruise
Hit
The color of heart
Pulsing Magenta and red
Hurts to pound those memories left

Under ultraviolet rays pierced
The skins shade
Tan and beige blurs

Violet comes again
On a Royal colored path
Of hopes golden

A search for trees
just may bring
a little more oxygen

Red found indigo blue
In a deep purple brew
Of passionate sizzurp made
In a kool aid smiles tooth

As the stars unraveled
The permanent scramble
Of scales and dues
We traveled the purple
And pattern to the lantern
That lights our spirits
and allows us youth

Violet came like a hurricane
Hurling winds colored in views
Sipping on my mango beer
I Cheers to the God who knew

Majestic mountains painted
On the bounty of mutiny
Colored a landslide of falling rocks
Which boulder my enemy

The prayer of Jabez I said to the Lord if I could be closer to yours would you expand my territory

in the meat of scars
Violet keeps coming
and came unto me humming
If it be in your will
have mercy on my flesh
Pummeled

so I stumbled upon the earthly
Paths crumble
a violet me
Bruised bullied
And troubled

Knowledge found in the rubble
Left the truth upright and stable
uncovered
The shade of a grapes mother
Painted on me violet and wine in a stars cluster
I am just one In a trillion of the same difference building
Trying to ketchup
Instead of mustard

Losing touch
The way it used to feel
Skin and flesh
Heart against breast
Tongue on tongue
        Legs in knots

                 Side by side
Together we crushed
The way it used to feel
When you wouldn't listen
                 To anyone else

And we did whatever we'd want

                        Out of touch
we lost
When we were in
                              So much

Because you wanted something
                                             More

                     Than us

Thirsting for water
He lays on a desert sand
Drinking a mirage
Of what's not hear

Looking to the sky
Praying to the air
With nothing to quench
His dispair

A traveler comes near
To offer his share
Yet delusion won't allow
Him the care

He's dying of thirst
Believing the worst
When the water provided
Was there

Red Green Horizons
The speed of driving
As wind blows over my shaved head
          I ignore the sirens
Because I am not violent
        But I guessed again
Now I am wanted
         Not by a girl
                        But by men
Because I shot the Sheriff
      With the deputys gun

I couldn't afford to be good

So I became the cowboy
         With a wanted face
Posted on every poster
On every Saloon
                 In every state
Riding on my steel horse
While the news watches the chase
I knew I would be famous
   But maybe not this way

It doesn't really matter
                         Anyway

Because I'm full throttle
        Drinking on a bottle

And I'm gettin away

But I'm not riding a Harley
I bought an Indian instead

I'm no longer law-abiding
                         Or a citizen
I'm an outlaw fighting
For another way to live

              Blue lives scattered
They mattered only to death
And I was on my way

To being a better man

             Red green horizons
                                   Drivin'

One hundred and six

Just a few more miles
              And I'll be set
In the sun rising
Without any debt

I'm a ghost rider
                    Hero

In a world without a friend

Love is
Pork chops and apple sauce
Corn bread and honey spread

Your legs

I found lovin
Inside the oven
    With spices
Warmed good

I don't need to be angry
                         Anymore
Because I've found my source
                              Of love here
            Inside your house

And I'm ready for dessert

                          Cherry pie
With whipped cream eyes
I found love inside
          Your private
                      Parts

                 Love is

   A womans thighs
Cooking for the guy
    Who eats her pie

    And hungers her

Snakes with legs
Walked through skyscrapers
Up
      And
              Down
             Elevators
With pairs of slither sneakers

        : Discombobulated :

They were wearing fat laces
         Like the breakdancers
And they shook
With Sidewinder moves

Ghetto blasters played tunes

They mastered

I heard KRS-ONE
                               The Teacher
And the BDP crew

             Playing
Jack Of Spades

And behind my shades
        My eyes were red

But I was cool

             In the Big city
While smoking a fatty
With some Grand Daddy
               And Bubba kush

I saw a girl
Lookin like
A La Peregrina pearl

... She was
                   shining on!

And like that Lennon song
We all glowed along
       To her vibration

        And loveliness

Snakes with legs
Walking along!

The boulevard

Without
             Slithering

I met a girl
That glowed
                    In the dark

     She was a violin
       In  a cello song
And she made us all

                Sing a song

                 Of harmony

Snakes with legs
Walking along

All day long

                   ... Slithering