Trying to whittle things down to one thing
Boxing with God
Lunging up through a regicidal sipapu
Trying to whittle things down to one thing
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
5-30-09
First,
cover with a new day
waking up, from an already softened blow
Than, Plant
(With full aplomb, mind you)
A plum, behind your year
And soon,
With your hands up
And fingers interlocked you will come to see
what it means to be young again
cover with a new day
waking up, from an already softened blow
Than, Plant
(With full aplomb, mind you)
A plum, behind your year
And soon,
With your hands up
And fingers interlocked you will come to see
what it means to be young again
Infinitesimile
Life's the infinite simile
symbol free simphony
riddling every little thing
while pivitaly delivering
inspiration at yer doorstep
God's originaly devine performance
hip-hop
hot sauce
where with words
we take shots off
at yer TRUEman show
So we can explore the sets
of where the origens kept.
symbol free simphony
riddling every little thing
while pivitaly delivering
inspiration at yer doorstep
God's originaly devine performance
hip-hop
hot sauce
where with words
we take shots off
at yer TRUEman show
So we can explore the sets
of where the origens kept.
Now this is America
Now this is America!
Stating again
on the backs of doves turning mid-flight,
my sentiments with a puff of smoke
We perch together.
Watching each-other
watch the days go by diving
into the mouths of monsters and madmen
Stating again
on the backs of doves turning mid-flight,
my sentiments with a puff of smoke
We perch together.
Watching each-other
watch the days go by diving
into the mouths of monsters and madmen
Friday, April 30, 2010
Peeled Banana Hearts
Ahhh... my providence,
she comes within my choices to keep the ol' beeter open on the bus
Like a golden ray of beer into your principle recesses...
these windows school me
as i keep them open
While each is but a moment,
eclipsing alongside the clouds
but where is god?
He keeps skipping from my moments
into others I'd never planned...
does he want me to change
as he shades us with his mood?...
like the changing art's of lights and shadow
as our minds make mountains out of molehills.
she comes within my choices to keep the ol' beeter open on the bus
Like a golden ray of beer into your principle recesses...
these windows school me
as i keep them open
While each is but a moment,
eclipsing alongside the clouds
but where is god?
He keeps skipping from my moments
into others I'd never planned...
does he want me to change
as he shades us with his mood?...
like the changing art's of lights and shadow
as our minds make mountains out of molehills.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
"The Poet's Have Returned"
The poets have returned...
the ones who speak with my life
Daring that evil things exist
Drunk with inspiration and driving under the influential
tank treads of this "now's" rolling cookie cutter moment
Like crumpled masterpiece's,
in bullet proof trash cans
or
bus bench proverbs
to be read aloud
under "God" breath
inside ourselves
while feeling beside ourselves
and aimlessly drifting
within our conscious toy planes.
2-24-10
the ones who speak with my life
Daring that evil things exist
Drunk with inspiration and driving under the influential
tank treads of this "now's" rolling cookie cutter moment
Like crumpled masterpiece's,
in bullet proof trash cans
or
bus bench proverbs
to be read aloud
under "God" breath
inside ourselves
while feeling beside ourselves
and aimlessly drifting
within our conscious toy planes.
2-24-10
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Divinity's Simphony
......."My divinities symphony caresses with finesse the chi of infinity,
and once the sun has set in me,(unexpectedly) my next decree
will run directed ease,...with LOVE as i bless the streets
with dejected chief's and soldiers of Zion ,
who when push came to shove,
embraced every lively Ion.
We've been given the gift of form,
so we could be the kings and the queens
in the thrells of passion, singin' in spells
while the wing mans in hell just basking".....
and once the sun has set in me,(unexpectedly) my next decree
will run directed ease,...with LOVE as i bless the streets
with dejected chief's and soldiers of Zion ,
who when push came to shove,
embraced every lively Ion.
We've been given the gift of form,
so we could be the kings and the queens
in the thrells of passion, singin' in spells
while the wing mans in hell just basking".....
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