z lights
crossed up
silent films caught in space
waiting
all ways
computer paced
her heart
raced
walk through my door
eyesorey
morningloryless
dissmisstieieio
animals
farmed
peasant surfdumb
pair of plumbs
peter paul gabriel
save we all
order tall
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Leo Ness
humming tunes of wonderment and im bewildered at my prediciment there is now here no way to convey that my stiff forever is here to stay and i am gay as you may very well be aware of by now because nobody asked but still i tell that i am so in love with this girl by my side that she roars in my heart with lioness pride my ride be striding my smile be widing time abiding we be briding i groom my main she squeezes me to weezing until she stops midst to search the sun for she sneezing the breezing wind blows the savannan sunset and like that i feel for her every ticking sec
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Any given
it is Stalingrad cold out there
warming myself against you prep air
i know you no wanna be awakey today
but there is world to explore. its you my lady
Uno one can D-cleat
pocket poised 4 no defeat
sock less I. you like to feel feet
sans you i emptily in-come-de-plete
-ed. tackle this day like
tis sunday & we da Pack
delaying this game stuck in da sack
if i were a gun you would be my gun rack
we conjoined sleepy seamed
each a necessity to this winning team
is a common cause and common dreams
so lets trot the globe spotting scenes like beams
lasery blinding multiplying vibes
the world our canvas we so artists
sleeping us now opportunities missed
waking you now best of ways: through kiss
wish i all days like this
it is time to rise now fair miss
to a shotgun gun shot hot of bliss.
weaponized we with Stiff-Ryno-ness
warming myself against you prep air
i know you no wanna be awakey today
but there is world to explore. its you my lady
Uno one can D-cleat
pocket poised 4 no defeat
sock less I. you like to feel feet
sans you i emptily in-come-de-plete
-ed. tackle this day like
tis sunday & we da Pack
delaying this game stuck in da sack
if i were a gun you would be my gun rack
we conjoined sleepy seamed
each a necessity to this winning team
is a common cause and common dreams
so lets trot the globe spotting scenes like beams
lasery blinding multiplying vibes
the world our canvas we so artists
sleeping us now opportunities missed
waking you now best of ways: through kiss
wish i all days like this
it is time to rise now fair miss
to a shotgun gun shot hot of bliss.
weaponized we with Stiff-Ryno-ness
Friday, January 7, 2011
RE: Parting
the memory remains he will be on our shoulders helping like atlas us moving boulders the older we get the more sense the advice that was given makes more sense i sense in a sense that there is no such thing as past tense only a repeating return from came we whence i miss him too bro and its never too late no not repetitious to state that Paul you were a man great living as still you are late we are running behind you but will see you in the big ride in the sky on some not yet date until then we wait. balls to the walls. God deals our fate on a scale. life is a gambling game. a big pool of existence. cue. you are forever an 8/8. turn it sideways that's infinity over one. forever. i guess its all how you look at it. from what i can see with my back facing third eye is you are a heart kick starter. bittersweet sorrow reflecting your departure.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
$hAMErica
broken into this world and im breaking it down
broken in to that i can attest this is all that i detest
digesting that the ones who got it right the first time are
digesting all my dollars because they are on top. So far.
this pyramid scheme is just that; a dream where no eye sees
this is no team, are no i's save a 'we.' a player of the game
capital is um....wheez... neh. not the best way sorry to say
capitalize on the fee bill hey? but they are not your prey. Pray.
but god wont hear you when you have a mouthful glutton
but the devil will fill you with the greed that ironically seemingly
consumes your very being. no gains. no purgatory. surprise!
consumers of life they recycle decay thrice more by day. Lies.
morbid to watch and be the whisperer watching those dogs
more bids for contracts to monopolize upon they high rise
gone past go and no such thing as slow you know. $200
gone and going to run this vessel dry you see lets be 300
wrestle who though? the crew has gone mad like hatters
rest will settle them something has to. so lets take back
what is right fully ours. Glory! Blessed be the Stripes and Stars
what is free? not we. instead in a wood shed behind our own bars
shame
broken in to that i can attest this is all that i detest
digesting that the ones who got it right the first time are
digesting all my dollars because they are on top. So far.
this pyramid scheme is just that; a dream where no eye sees
this is no team, are no i's save a 'we.' a player of the game
capital is um....wheez... neh. not the best way sorry to say
capitalize on the fee bill hey? but they are not your prey. Pray.
but god wont hear you when you have a mouthful glutton
but the devil will fill you with the greed that ironically seemingly
consumes your very being. no gains. no purgatory. surprise!
consumers of life they recycle decay thrice more by day. Lies.
morbid to watch and be the whisperer watching those dogs
more bids for contracts to monopolize upon they high rise
gone past go and no such thing as slow you know. $200
gone and going to run this vessel dry you see lets be 300
wrestle who though? the crew has gone mad like hatters
rest will settle them something has to. so lets take back
what is right fully ours. Glory! Blessed be the Stripes and Stars
what is free? not we. instead in a wood shed behind our own bars
shame
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Fawreweightless
gone on adventures without me but i am along with you
errands that have your eyes squinting and im hinting that
every single moment that i am without you my mind is on
you running past and future scenarios that are mostly my
idealistic and paranoid sickness fantasies but they cannot
compare to actuality because there have been moments
in time that capture my essence and define to me what it
is to be alive and what love is. i miss you and will continue
two
errands that have your eyes squinting and im hinting that
every single moment that i am without you my mind is on
you running past and future scenarios that are mostly my
idealistic and paranoid sickness fantasies but they cannot
compare to actuality because there have been moments
in time that capture my essence and define to me what it
is to be alive and what love is. i miss you and will continue
two
2011
Shut it down like a computer these manic machines are running away with our dreams
Everything on this Earth is so digital dirty bitten twice lies as the human cries i despise
Like Franky said lets do it right yea bon voyage joe shmoez we all be our country?
Privy thee to see bastards past the manure pastures of heaped bull shit high on they sit
Too legit to quit hey hey? Live longer if you display the final act of this play instead of this suspense that has been in past tense past tense im living in mother fucking tents and mangers for Christ's sake? Keeping safe not locked up yet but someone is controlling the minds of the masses and they are becoming slower than lard and milled asses these donkey dicked pricks are still past due for licks and licks but how many will it take to get to the tootsie roll center that we are all just dying to know and no longer do we want to wait we want to bite that shit and taste the sweet sweet ness that is eternal bliss in cased in this hard outer shell of Resistance im past persistence and only have i meet resistance resistance
Everything on this Earth is so digital dirty bitten twice lies as the human cries i despise
Like Franky said lets do it right yea bon voyage joe shmoez we all be our country?
Privy thee to see bastards past the manure pastures of heaped bull shit high on they sit
Too legit to quit hey hey? Live longer if you display the final act of this play instead of this suspense that has been in past tense past tense im living in mother fucking tents and mangers for Christ's sake? Keeping safe not locked up yet but someone is controlling the minds of the masses and they are becoming slower than lard and milled asses these donkey dicked pricks are still past due for licks and licks but how many will it take to get to the tootsie roll center that we are all just dying to know and no longer do we want to wait we want to bite that shit and taste the sweet sweet ness that is eternal bliss in cased in this hard outer shell of Resistance im past persistence and only have i meet resistance resistance
Thursday, December 23, 2010
mournings
if i could write you a song to make you fall more in love
i would already have done it at the end'd be a gong
i give treats not tricks i hope you like this
but you won't now you don't like me
if every simple song i wrote to you could touch you through the day....
because within this here my best way display you would never question leaf in may
this one is for you my flower your power makes mad men fetal and cower
like bohemian rhapsody im a space cowboy giddy don't dare pity
me up where the clouds become down i break through you my city
i have got you all figured out
you say terrible things damn you're so damn mean
girl you are so vain you think this poem is about you
don't you
cooler than me? no body that occupies these places can toe to toe in my stride paces
this rat is racist white like paste
care for a taste?
whoops ease
missed some don't pause, with haste:
time is a waste of itself while we sacrifice health in pursuit of wealth
i would already have done it at the end'd be a gong
i give treats not tricks i hope you like this
but you won't now you don't like me
if every simple song i wrote to you could touch you through the day....
because within this here my best way display you would never question leaf in may
this one is for you my flower your power makes mad men fetal and cower
like bohemian rhapsody im a space cowboy giddy don't dare pity
me up where the clouds become down i break through you my city
i have got you all figured out
you say terrible things damn you're so damn mean
girl you are so vain you think this poem is about you
don't you
cooler than me? no body that occupies these places can toe to toe in my stride paces
this rat is racist white like paste
care for a taste?
whoops ease
missed some don't pause, with haste:
time is a waste of itself while we sacrifice health in pursuit of wealth
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
nx2u
up too early for my girl of girls easily convincing she be puts spells on me in half sleeps and whispers subliminal messages while i dream of her anyhow
shorty is a ten times over she my four leaf clover
tattoo on her ankle where i have a scar in i need never she far
away from me oft she be but sublime when into her i climb
me from mountains her by mar i on foot she in car
peas and carrots thats whats up doc surgical when she ____s my ____
torrential rain soaking wet like whoa her love ready set
go to fro ever mine forever more she my sea i her shore
come crash into me my love i the dark you white dove
smooth like silk so fresh so clean we the real we dream in team
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