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TOO MUCH INFORMATION

IT’S looking like a prison chart
one in a cell the other shot
What would our Fathers say
tyranny given for security yeah

Make-shift news to confuse
such sheep-like minds
a billion bullets aimed at you

I never want to be a statistic
on a government chart
there has to be a better way

We are living
in a synthetic world
there’s too much information
running through my brain

There’s too much information
driving me insane
give the whole world a breather
there’s too much information

driving me insane!

::12/28/2013::


THESE ARE MY FRIENDS

THESE are my friends
one that wishes
the other that begs

Hush to one I said
life bleeds with cuts
the other such pity

These are my friends
one cries and shouts
the other silently weeps

Soothe such anger my angel
blackness begs an audience
dry your eyes my other!

We are such friends
she lives beneath my skin
turmoil burns tender hearts

Now you shall shine
rubies shall you drip
upon the land of giving

At last!  My love’s complete

::12-28-2013::


BEGGING FOR A BREEZE

WHAT others cannot see
my limbs reveal to me
a ghost of the past
begging for a breeze
My tree am I for thee
sashay in April wind
till one day – somberly
you torn down — yes you
the largest part of me

::12/28/2013::


THE DECREE

SUCH daze enters
into few hours
beyond my avatar
of senselessness
that crunch
— popcorn tasteless

The piper visited
for his pay
as my universe
spoke to me
a decree:
— “tis no free lunch today!”

Black pepper eyes tear
rose cheeks bleed
the bark of tongue
peels beneath brokenness
a heart torn in part
— between light and dark

Soft skin easily torn
by black raven beaks
eat the pepper-pecked
what eye could not see
blindness shows to me
— love is all there is

Scream lung-flung disease
purge rotten feeling-be
angel piss golden bliss
high heels Diablo made
fracture-me piece-me
— together for another day

::12/28/2013::


THE RUNNER’S ODE

I RUN upon soft
tender ground
Each fall of my foot
the beat of my heart

Touching the rhythm
of life’s cycle
— much swifter
makes my stride

I run from there
to here and back
lifting my legs
— Mother Earth moves

To tears and some
maybe more than most
And I run and run
and never look back

Always forward
— toward the light
of my brilliant day
is the runner’s ode

::12-23-2013::


ETERNAL REMORSE

AMAZING is the sense of time
Happiness quickens it by
Sadness stretches it’s sides
and sometimes
— for unfortunate ones
when a broken soul —
it escapes one’s life
Eternal remorse
as years tick by

::12-27-2013::


I KISS YOU LOVE YOU…

OH my God please allow me
to not realize the fence
academia places between
fame and talent
— none I have
I follow boundaries
none I believe within
But the soul and spirit
love and kick and spit
and dance and kiss
let us be what we are
and heart and hug
what words give us
I love you all
— from the bottom
of my soul and all
I kiss you
love you
adore you
all!

::12/26/2013::


TRANSGRESSION REGRESSION

RIGOR MORTIS spreads upon the dead
complacency surely does the same
apart crimes of displaced compassion
together conspiracy to commit the dead
So the fire embraces imaginary lines
of transgressions never bought or said
Someone pay the price in giving flesh
and losing the part of living best
God I give you my eternal soul
forgive me my weakness in believing
let the sun shine upon my living spirit

::12-26-2013::


POST-STORM

WHAT of the man who adores
the baby breath of his child
and conjure ancient-spirit
to protect his broad
What of the man that love
the spouse who conflicts
the concept of enternal love
Who can say — without delay
truth or right – I’d be dismayed
what true love be in light of humanity
Hush my fellow human – say nothing!
Let the tides swell – believe me
the shores be clean post-storm
— this day

::12-26-2013::


DEAD OR LIVING

QUIET SPACES kissie comfort
spiral-pain touch tickle
blood reaffirm a memory
life is what you live
Seductress enters dream
mixing tonics skin-liquid
thirsty-soul drink-hungry
higher mind slap-shit you
Choir boy suffer stiff collar
dead one endure post-life
love ones shun past-memory
so thick process-life
makes you wonder
— who is better off
dead or living

::12/26/2013::