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2010-04-13T02:49:00.000-04:00

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2010-04-05T02:06:00.001-04:00

i remember the smell of your skin
the smell of a springful garden
i remember the touch from your hand
so submissive and strong
i could only collapse upon it
i remember our embrace
when words were lost
it was impossible to voice
what our lips were silently singing

now it hurts my soul
to witness the strange dance that lovers make
they mock our love
men and women prostrating themselves
in the marketplace
they belittle our love
in the news and the magazine stands
we are advertised as cattle
on the auctioning block

they do not understand
the naked saxophone
is nature's clarion call
to aggrandize power
through the amalgamation of life
they only know
a woman values a man
for what he can do
they only know
man wants a woman
like his appetite to rule

and as newspapers rush
to print the story
it becomes too irresistible
with the facts misconstrued
everyone falls
into the supremacy of their best guess
completely unlike the epiphany
of you in a sunday dress

and they twain
shall become one flesh
in fervent heat
hearts melt, combine
but the glowing embers must perish
if it can not abide
on to death, the fools
if the equation of life
is usurped by divide

2010-03-06T22:21:00.002-05:00

I will swallow your weakness
like a waterfall stills a beautiful reserve
I will lick away your tears
as a desperate newborn is swabbed
I will eat your anger
and soften it in the swells of my bosom
I will cover your melancholy
as parenthesis in the annuals of time
Your fears I receive in me
as a pebble lost to an endless ocean
Your frustrations are interned
by the bounties of my nourishing arms
Your sadness is but my obeisance
at the gates of happiness
Your burdens are spread out before me
across the hills of our love they can not be recalled

2009-10-26T01:51:00.003-04:00

Be still my soul
The calmest wind blows
The breath of life
Another passion kindles

Be still my soul
The senses hear every sound
And in nature sweet colloquy be found
Why the trivial my attention vies
If bemoanings tune tomorrow's lullaby

Be still my soul
Expectations are ghouls
Menacing notions in the dark of night
A wistful doppelganger; he vanishes
For the inevitable sunrise

Be still my soul
Forbid the devil's trill compel thee to act
Rather patience combine thy powers
Pari passu
And by and by

Be still my soul
Deceit scarifies the heart
Yet for grace
Honesty ages the soul
In kind

Be still my soul
Happiness is cast by slight degrees
The provocation of flux
Need only a moment of balance

Be still my soul
If some gift so merry
Thought you'd make
The lessons to glean
Mayhap better to take

2009-10-20T02:50:00.001-04:00

the planets. the peaches.
pruned. picked. for the reaches.
the centuries. a second to the eternities.
you can have it. say laugh when. you hear the jazz note.
the voice of all that i spoke. the saxophone.
like dialing digits of truth. on the telephone.
come on. say one and two. up and down. the diversity in one single crown.
upon the ears of sound. it's the heart's listening device. toss it like rice.
at a wedding. human genes get paired up. and twisted.
so simple. it comes in flavors of liquorice. red and black.
off and on. check the track. when the needle skips.
we find all these differences.
let me bring it back. for diversity.
zeroes and ones. spread the spectrum. across high and low frequencies.
it's so easy. let the record speak. can you stay on beat.
the principles of the high. the sincerity of the meek.
whatever lies between. is one or the other. blended across the centuries.
and all mothers. give birth to the last. man to the first.
follow that. discussion of high low.
mid ranges get blown. saxophone pace the flow. get pricked by the tweeters.
soul from the bass feeders. save the appetite. for the words that i write.
and then speak. you you. not me. splitting hairs. atoms. quarks. and light.
beams. like a smile. across a broad spectrum. either off. always on.
high low. then get gone.

2009-09-13T20:21:00.002-04:00

love is change
growth; enlargement
movement
centripetal motion
the muscle moving blood
through the body
as objects we are
set in motion

love is protection
hidden away as a secret garden
my favorite repose
my useless cares are melted
by your warmth; light
the supple textures
endless curves; boundaries
to explore

every love poem is foolish chatter
from babes
your love is eternal
and wise as the oldest sage

2009-08-30T20:46:00.002-04:00

A boy with a childish heart
His play things his friends
The sun the rays of energy
He plays violin, away quietly in his room
A masterpiece somehow he knows
The music is written somewhere on the patchwork
Of life
The fabric that we all know is woven by grandmother’s hands
Small town country band
Early birds and all the dirty worms
A big boss man has a chuckle
The rug is under his feet
So he supposes
Groceries and hallmark cards tell the story of grit and grain
Mother’s labor pains
Get and gain
All a fabric
A quilt, if you will
Patterns sublime
And you know it
You have a dime
A little boy’s dreams flicker
A coin sent skipping and rolling by someone’s toe
A boy’s dreams you may know
Tell the story to tell them so

2009-07-27T02:00:00.003-04:00

your love be the moon
over indurate earth
great swells of emotion
be your fetters
the unseen power
tides of passion sway
the oceans' impletion manque
some desert beneath unquenched
once tinkling waters now effusive made
a loveless lacuna
your passions to remonstrate

2009-01-27T02:51:00.001-05:00

the honey bee working a mystery
every piquant flower
blushes
a dance that must be learned
for innocence
to be sung
among the living
creation
the mouthfeel of the senses
the plenary arm of the universe
moving swiftly
across the void
gathering in a vortex
tunneling the umbilical cord
gushing as a thousand waters
a gavel is slammed
life on a pin prick of reality
the sting of death
swallowed whole
for birth's sweet amrita

2008-12-26T00:27:00.001-05:00

galaxies
swiveling across
a silvery spoon
booming
out the bass drum
a weightless splash
dances across the milky way

stars snare pop
jewels in a chandelier
celestial emanations
nectar to the vine
ambrosia to the gods
space's viny layers
dimensions
strung across centaur's harp

2008-12-22T01:35:00.004-05:00

this is the future
writing has expired
language
nearly overruled the day
even slang has become
tedious
everything is well known
prolix
completely redundant

a child's voice
spells the human genome
babes lolly wisdom
cures are reverse engineered
explorers trace the steps
a baby's first is
science's last great discovery

2008-12-04T02:00:00.004-05:00

there are children down by the water
and God is coming to get them
working the cashier and the moneychangers
but God is coming to get them

the aliens and the atheists are languishing
the air is stale and pinch
the pyramids must be vaulted
behold the human wench

voices are but mere vibrations
yet you hear it all around
follow each one another tract
a ripple felled the ears of sound

2008-10-08T21:25:00.005-04:00

Where you are space bends
you are the one, the golden child
foretold who shall change the face of
existence, for all eternity

For you shall raise seed
attain righteousness
and reign as a priest and a king
or a priestess and a queen
of the most high God

Until you have inherited all
and creation of the worlds
shakes at your speaking
and progeny forever is multiplied
as the words of life fall from your lips

2008-06-29T20:12:00.006-04:00

May 19
Petropolis - The Imperial City

The city of the old Monarch had its noble embellishments as anyone would expect. The king's houses were kept in pastel yellow--the queen's places likewise in pink. We were told that Petropolis was the preferred summer destination for the nobles seeking respite from bitter heat. Although royalty still maintained a foot in the bustling city, the comely town now followed the free will of it's good and delightful people.

It reminded me much of European cities, the people doing their best to revere the significant pieces of history preserved in architecture, and honor the traditions of their heritage by simply being active within the communal space. Every historic building and sidewalk along the city streets was active with merchants and sprightly shoppers to meet the demand. Well I thought, to spend my days a flaneur watching the common salute the noble in freedom's oblige.

2008-06-29T19:17:00.009-04:00

May 10
Angra

We took a journey outside the city of Rio de Janeiro into Angra--a rural juxtaposition of mountains, islands, and hidden beaches. We traveled by automobile, which is not very efficient when tall mountain ranges and the ocean bend around every curve. However it does provide for a breathtaking journey. There we found endless quantities of the aforementioned. It seemed much of a resort town; yachts and good boats kept company in the bays. Islands that were able, supported small mansions. A church house also kept community among a cluster of island estates.

On the boat we sped across one side of paradise to the other. We visited hidden shores, played volleyball, fresco ball, waded through a rain shower, then went at it again. Nature showed us multifarious combinations of sand, rock and water. I was confounded by the many island beaches connected to stranded mountains, hitched to the ocean floor--wondering if a similar place existed in all the world.

2008-06-29T00:28:00.015-04:00

May 08
Arrival

As we approached the city of Rio de Janeiro by air, I was surprised by the city's expansive meanderings spread out over an impossible mix of hills, mountains, bays, lagoons and buildings. Like a river snaking through a canyon, urban developments twisted along the base of every versant--sandwiched between beaches and rugged mountains.

With a population of 12 million the city stretched everywhere, much more abstract and broken than the quaint photos found on google searches and commercial postcards. From the sky I saw patches of city swathed as disparate regions strangely connected, as if different organs of a collective body--or more simply--spread out and formed like a human hand.

Even though it was May and Brazil was experiencing autumn, (like the rest of the southern hemisphere), the forest covered landscape looked hardly timid. When we finally landed we prepared ourselves with bug repellent, but it was pleasant, around 75F, and the lush vegetation soothed rather than swarmed.

2008-06-05T21:56:00.004-04:00

2008-04-14T21:36:00.003-04:00

They glory on His name
And counsel those who crucified Him
Yet when the work is among them
They reject it all the same

They honor prophets and powers of heaven
True none greater than Jesus' ministry
Yet all remain dead if kept in history
The body of Christ entombed still if not risen

They are sure according to popular voice
To carry forth His true message
Save His works and ordinances for grace
His prophets and messengers for personal choice

They excuse the Spirit for burden of proof
The wise lean to their own and rejected it
For the unlearned can easily understand it
His sheep filled by the living bread of truth

2008-04-08T23:56:00.003-04:00

in this great big universe
that never can end
if you believe a big bang
and the big crunch
you will always be half right
for what exists then
on the other side

to think this is the only place
or to think it all just started
to think existence began with us
here on the earth
or those who have tread
never had it been created before
in all of the eternities

strikes me foolish
as saying it will end tomorrow
there was a choice long ago
a question, one that sounded like an alarm
for one lain sleeping
but it never happened
to exist?
existence happened

how can the fool say
no one knows
but us
or
no one knows
us
every child that ever tread the earth
one does know

2008-04-01T16:36:00.001-04:00

i'm going to live forever
even after i die
i'll just keep on living
i don't want to die
forever
maybe just a little bit
i'll rest in the dirt
while nobody's looking
i'll make friends with worms
i won't care anymore
about germs

maybe it won't be strange
to feel my body feeding the earth
i can be a kid again
when i used to eat dirt
and worms
only for dares
and peer pressure mind you
but i won't mind anymore
will you?

2008-03-28T02:21:00.004-04:00

young girl
the blossom of youth
everything an artful expression
words spoken from the soul
grace the pure in heart
as pages of calligraphy
sketches with charcoal in hand
the coloring of personality
make the distinction
with stroke after stroke
the rhythms of life
very well
man searches for
the flower of youth
young girl

2008-03-14T02:28:00.004-04:00

hearts
falling like
shells
blasted
to find
love brandished
as a weapon
held tight
as a warm gun
convection's heat
from the
barrel of passion
searing
the handle
of emotion

2008-02-22T16:21:00.000-05:00

I M P O S S I B L E
no man knows
a baby will learn
a child grows up
from the ground up
the seeds of existence
the breath of life
movement
of its own will
I M P O S S I B L E
holding onto a sign
the mendicant's noblesse oblige
saving himself cardboard only
habituating in nomenclature
stronger than reinforced steel
and the buildings we build
pause to reflect the mouthfeel
its already down your throat
I M P O S S I B L E
the symbols of life
teleological
to visionaries a blur
the blind a sonic boom
a great light which dispels dark
mankind may finally see
his own in the fallout

2008-02-15T16:38:00.004-05:00

Warm heart
Surrounded by your curly locks
Every curl
The passion of the artist's stroke
The majesty of the skater's triple axel
Every curl
Reflecting the nature of woman

The symbolism in every man's heart
His course across a bending path
Unexpected hills, climbs
His trials, passions
Swallowed up in victory
The very thing that proved him
Now held tenderly in his arms

2008-02-04T21:36:00.000-05:00

from the obdurate city
he took his fancy
a benign tumor
she was
in the callous world

the heel of man's labors
the sensitivity of a babe's skin
long gone
blistered into a hardened layer
for protection

and sweet baby's breath
sometimes replaced with
harsh threatenings
it pleased him the clamor
to find a pearl inside

2008-02-01T17:56:00.000-05:00

Is a rose
But a tender seedlet
Found waiting in your reach

Is a hug
But a touch
That pulls the heart close

Is a kiss
But gravity
Left waiting on your lips

Is a rose
But the sweet blossom
Of warmth and light

Is a hug
But trust's mouthfeel
Of the senses

Is a kiss
But a whisper from your lips
The silent pleadings under your breath

2008-01-24T12:06:00.000-05:00

There are people right now
Saying and doing things
I did something
Strong pencil
Give me now the text
Vastation
Unfortunately every nation
Passing fads
The revolution
!Viva! as long as
Life lives
As long as
Death exists
Things will come and go
?Como no?
Tu dadi es de Peru
One nation
Mother tongue
Now I'm learning yours
And yours truly

2008-01-23T11:57:00.000-05:00

smile
says the hand
friendly hands
drawing pictures
on my friends' hands

2008-01-12T00:31:00.000-05:00

The human man
The passion, the trepidation
Every situation
He lives
Witness his influence
Until he be exterminated
Like thoughts vanquished
The power to act extinguished
His movement is a flaming fire
With wings
Then instantly
Time floods the dark of night
He is vanished

2008-01-02T22:06:00.000-05:00

Love drips like sweet honeydew
Creation bears the fruit
Propagating seed in universe
Time is the winepress
Gathering love pari passu
As eternity
Space nurtures the womb
The pulsar
Conception
The nebula
The young bud
Now
A galaxy at the center
Drips like honeysuckle

2007-12-28T21:30:00.000-05:00

Discipline
The breadth of the ocean
For all your eyes can see
Discipline
The harmony of love
With everything in its place
Discipline
Your friend
When tenderness is a stranger
Discipline
The sensation of touch
Enhanced by the traction of choice
Discipline
Draws a pretty picture
Has no other mister
Discipline
Carries forth the seeds
Carry forth to carry me home
Discipline
The beginning to end
Reality is won out of decision
Discipline
The increase of freedom
Gives life liberty

2007-12-14T22:58:00.000-05:00

Man's wisdom is a flake
A leaf
That changes with the seasons
The summer finds green
The fall brown
It twinkles in the tree tops
It falls to the ground

Man's wisdom is a flame
A brushfire
Driven by winds of change
The south is ravaged for northerlies
The west for easterlies
The best looks early
It is found latterly

2007-12-12T22:48:00.000-05:00

Now the long stalemate
A glacier divides us
A glacier is not moving
Like a babe
Refusing his portions
Love is cast aside
For emptiness I am full

Walking thru sorrows
The view is mishappen
Foundations are cracked
Colors are peeling away
Thunderings menace the dark of night
Sorrow decays the corridors of the heart

Now the long stalemate
Wait for wind to wear down rocks
Wait for rain to return to clouds
The elements change the landscape
Rough edges become smooth
One day an oyster there be
A pearl found inside

2007-11-30T01:37:00.000-05:00

It's winter
I want to feel the cold on my back
The briskness in my step
Where will I find warmth
A building
A friend
Perhaps a hug

It's winter
I want to shiver just a little bit
Until my voice rattles
And I lose the words in my mouth
It's zzzstartingzzztozz
brrrrr
(I'm going inside now)

2007-11-28T00:07:00.000-05:00

The stage upon which
Our character is played out
There are diverse props
And ways
To decorate the stage
Sit in chairs
A brush
(Is there) For your hair
The walls
For you to pound on
And slam your fist
Against
What will you do
A teddy bear sits in the corner

2007-11-19T01:15:00.000-05:00

Soprano
That glows
Burns bright
Pure devotion
The Lord's emotion
Lady of fire
Your heart is a fire
Continually burning like the sun
The Son of Man is the center
Burning brightly within
As the earth's core
Your core

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A flaming tongue
That's burning
Fire
That's born in the heart
Like a big bang
When conversion came
Spreading like fire
Across the wilds of your frame
Exalted by your excurrent tongue
When your voice is raised
To stoke the fire
Of His flames
Extending into the atmosphere
With each octal raised
By your mouth
Hallelujah
Let a man shout
Your song raises the Sun to the sphere
That we feel the gravity
To orbit the Divine Center

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Soprano
Fire that burns
Glow
Is Heavenly waves
Crashing on the shore
Burns
Brightly
Sun shining
Energy source
Spiritual rays
A well springing up
Many hearts nourished
Many cups run over
Hands full

Nuclear fusion
A sun burning
That never goes out
The center of the earth's core
The Divine Center
Love will enter

2007-11-09T23:49:00.000-05:00

Choice
You must choose
You will not know
Beforehand
Quite frankly
Carry on
Is the triumph song
You will know
To carry on

2007-11-02T23:02:00.000-04:00

Posture
Use what you have
Proper
To become full
Measure
All your steps
Lightly
Everything matters
Most
Gracious and kind
Hold
Truth near and dear
Life
A well springing up
Living
Honors creation
Form
Thoughts with care
Fully
Esteem highly
Shape
Yourself as posture will
Follow

2007-10-27T00:09:00.000-04:00

The sky is God's palette
The elements his media
Think ye impressionism
Surrealism
Or realism
When he paints the dawn

When you greet the morn
His paintbrush is swirling
A dash of purple
In the undercarriage
Makes a cloud a float
In an Every St. Day Parade

A red curtain unfolds the horizon
Yellow streaks the sky
Beams burst thru the clouds
Falling like confetti
Across every green acre
To fill the canvas of your eye

2007-10-20T22:50:00.001-04:00

O Lover

If I shared my thoughts
Would it make you the wiser

If I told you the truth
Would you keep mine integrity

If I gave you my hard work
Would you wear a blue collar

If I gave you my heart
Would you stitch it with lace

If I gave you my treasure
Would you lock it in a chest

If I gave you my all
Would you continue on forever

2007-10-17T23:46:00.000-04:00

Joesph
Always
Knew
To ask
He knew
You could ask him
For the answer
He had it

.::how many times have you wanted to know::.

He grew
But he was always grown
Up to the Lord
Joesph
It is said lovingly
Tho some be in derision
We only know love
For Joesph

2007-10-15T00:56:00.000-04:00

Waiting
Living
Hopefully
Trusting
That my life is pleasing
In thine eyes
My happiness is dependent upon
Your happiness
With me

Have I given enough
To make you smile
Today?
You were angry with me yesterday
I found myself naked and ashamed
I took to cover myself
Before I am dressed
I must wash myself clean
In streams of thy mercy

Nobody likes rejection
But they should
I should
Because when a person speaks
They feign glad to be heard
But think themselves maimed to be told
The truth

2007-10-08T22:36:00.000-04:00

Glacier
Is moving
So it seems
You may not notice
Not ice only
The dirt and ground with it
To change the face of the landscape

Glacier
Is moving
It is known as your heart
It is set in motion
It shall overcome
All the earth even
Until finally it melts

Glacier
Is moving
To wipe the slate clean
To lick up the dust of the rocks
To beat every path ruddy
Until love leaves its mark
And heart uncovered and all

2007-10-02T23:27:00.000-04:00

I am a man
Might is in my arm
Strength is by my side
The voice of my passion
Thunders out of darkness
The energy of my soul
Swarms out from the hive

I am a man
My flesh can not be stayed
Every pore bursting with wiles
As hair
The strength of plowhorses
Hidden in the covering of my pavilion
Fear crumbles at the grit of my teeth

I am a man
Discretion is in my fist
Creation is in my bosom
My breath stirs the seasons
As mighty northerly winds
My tears gather as a tidal wave
Crushing the hardness of the way

2007-09-28T13:50:00.000-04:00

What type of God do you want
Can you find one that matches your personal preference
If he was mean, would you listen
If he was nice, would you kiss him
Is there anything he could teach you in between

You're smart
You have theories
Does he fit them
If you like to believe
Isn't that good enough
To receive everything in between

I want a God, who lets me be
The master of conscience
And my knack to appease
My conscience
So says everyman
I want a God who listens to me

2007-09-27T19:07:00.000-04:00

When trials inflict

Sore as they be

Often you think good bad

Perhaps bad good

It must be

2007-09-22T00:01:00.000-04:00

Love is like fluid
It flows
Like water in a channel
It must be courted
For courtship
You can not hold it
You must prepare a place
For it to go
Forbid the way of least resistance
Or the weakest point
Find your love trenched
In stale and stagnant waters

Like architecture
Love follows design
And the solid columns
That amplify space
It says
I'll be there, sure
It says my arm goes here
Your trust is there
Before we kiss
I've built up your patience
I've strengthened the chambers
Of your heart

2007-09-20T14:45:00.001-04:00

A girl who never had siblings
Calls me brother
A girl who never had siblings
Lives and lets alone
A girl who never had siblings
Never looks for brother
A girl who never had siblings
Calls me brother

She speaks the words of a woman
Fallen out of love
She draws the happy faces of an artist
Fallen out of love
She wishes well like a dreamer
Fallen out of love
She speaks the words of a woman
Fallen out of love

If you've become brother
A glass ceiling keeps you there
Tho you'll continue to receive
A card at Christmas
Perhaps a call for birthdays

If you've become brother
Some good times were shared
Between the two of you
Then you finally grew up
And grew apart

Methinks it cruel to call family
Those you want to forget
Like introducing a new character
On the last line of a novel
Brother walks in the door; The End

2007-09-18T14:05:00.000-04:00

To be the man I'm supposed to be
Ahead of time
Ahead of schedule
Ahead of sadness
Ahead of despair
Ahead of failure
Ahead of rejection
It's not a race
It's being in the right place

Ahead of lost
Ahead of found
Ahead of perversion
Ahead of derision
Ahead of idle
Ahead of my child
It's not a competition
It's providing for the situation

Ahead of prepare
Ahead of my cares
Ahead of finding you
Ahead of myself
Ahead of procrastinate
Ahead of it can't wait
It's not a false alarm
It's being kept from harm

2007-09-13T21:14:00.000-04:00

Every man draws the characters of his heart
The symbols
Subconscious
Associates
With meaning

Every man knows
What he doesn't know
His symbols
A script
An alphabet
Unique to every individual

Every man has beaten a path
His eyes
He sees
His ears
He hears
His memory
The bush ax is swinging

Every man has hidden himself
Deep in his heart
His subconscious
Spins the compass
While he plays the routine
To get the meaning

2007-09-11T12:39:00.001-04:00

Goodbye to a friend
I'll never know you again
Strange, just yesterday
We were married
To the day
But what man hath joined
Let God put asunder

All my condolences
For the handshakes
Words of inspiration
And inside jokes
Never be told again
I'll never make you smile
Again

All my sorries
Perversion of privacies
To all that I was privy to
For the weakness of my proclivities
Never be told again
You'll never be my friend
Again

All that was kept sacred
Now only be kept secret
Honor sleeps in silence
The secrets of the heart
Never should readily impart
Again
Goodbye to a friend

2007-09-10T01:19:00.000-04:00

Like the artist
He makes promises
With every stroke
Promises to tell the truth
Promises to show you
The muses

Is that for real?
It's real if he makes a chair
Or a shoulder you can lean on
Beauty is faceless before it's sculpted
The whole of it
Is real

Es mejor
But you must read the face
Facial expressions
Leaves impressions
Always looking for faces
That you may read them

2007-09-06T23:10:00.000-04:00

The Simple Truth About Love

Love is integrity
Love has a conscience

If the path to love's door is hedged up
It is hidden from you

If love wanders
It is lost

If love steals your soul
You've loved a phantom

If love wears a mask
It is only a masquerade

If the seed does not grow
The soil is rotten

If love does not call
You've been forgotten

If love makes you bitter
You've swallowed poison

If love leaves you lonesome
Love is long gone

If love brings confusion
It doesn't make sense

If love doesn't sleep near you(r heart)
It doesn't live there anymore

If love is but a question
You've missed the mark

If love has become lazy
It won't support you

If love is not lovely
It isn't love

2007-09-01T20:36:00.000-04:00

She loves me
She loves me not

Me loves she
Not me she loves

2007-08-28T23:35:00.000-04:00

Your heart is tender as the rose
Precious as a blossom
Uncurling to greet the air
For the first time

The tender petals, frail as they might
Push out in the budding of youth
Your heart is still young to love
Your conscience blooms in purity

Your heart is still clean to love
Cut by the word of God
A two-edged sword that gives life
And takes corruption away

2007-08-21T15:52:00.001-04:00

Your charms are sweet as the morning dew
Lighted upon the grasses from heaven

Your passions are magma crashing beneath the surface
Erupting suddenly when plates collide

Your love has the power to move
And create mountains anew

Your beauty is like an icicle
Frozen in purity

Your affections ever grow, silently still
Combining the charges of potential energy

Your heart is sealed and no one knows
For some man may kiss the tender lips of your soul

2007-08-16T01:32:00.001-04:00

I'll write words in most sincerity
I'll write words just because
I simply tell my hand to
I'll write words until the chalkboard is full
I'll write words for punishment
For loving you
I'll write words for loving you

I'll write words because they go and come
As freely as you did
I'll write words so I can hold on
To something beautiful
I'll write words so my eyes can see
Glory after I've lost you

I'll write words because they live on
After flames have gone out
I'll write words just because
I simply tell my hand to
I'll write words that remind me of you

I'll write words to find truth
I'll write words because I found you
Drifting like a loose leaf
Fallen from the heart

2007-08-11T13:26:00.000-04:00

Happiness is that knowledge only God can give
Yet happiness is rooted in the faith you live
Search out your foundation
Do you know the root of your salvation

Forbid the day trials inflict
The will of God like lightning, striking in your midst
The branches of your faith burn up and shrivel
And you are found mourning, holding onto your will

2007-08-09T10:45:00.000-04:00

The promise of a better life
To separate a man from memories
To make a man part with philosophies

A man has built up his strongholds
What can make him let go? Only
The promise of a better life

The promise of a better life
If life was already grand
Well you just imagine

You were completely wrong
Because
The promise of a better life

The promise of a better life
Perspective is a prism
Which way does it bend

To fit your system?
The anvil is always heavy
The promise of a better life

2007-08-07T14:00:00.000-04:00

Of loses my fine spots
Of hearts my thoughtless
Of soft my passions
Of listen my cross
I'll listen, don't cross me off

Of crimson my pastel
Of loses my future
Of success my past
Of return all my voids
Of voids my returns

Of upsides my down
Of caress my turnover
Of tried back my teeth
Of spiritual my physical
Of running my hung head
My head hung low

Of spurious my punish
Of Angels my blind spots
Of something my touch them

I don't mind

Of choices my outcome
Of hidden my sight
Of Angels my light

2007-07-31T20:18:00.000-04:00

Soft
Around the edges
Put a pillow there
Darts become feathers
And every walk through
Is a rounded curve
Bent around the inputs

Intersecting with curves
All the straight lines ask the questions
In silence
The curves talk
Freely
The hard lines beg the curves
Come again

2007-07-24T23:26:00.000-04:00

Sometimes the Lord sees fit
To try your heart
To see if you will
It to fall apart

Things fall apart
The old adage is given
If man will lose life
He may find his religion

2007-07-16T22:46:00.000-04:00

Strange days
A woman is like a day
She is not yesterday
Or tomorrow
She is today
Strange days

Strange days
If a woman loves you this day
It is not yesterday
Or tomorrow
This day is today
Strange days

Strange days
If her love is unrequited someday
You've found yesterday
While you thought of tomorrow
Did you (still) love her today?
Strange days

Strange days
A woman is hidden in the day
She is not revealed in yesterdays
She won't move for tomorrow
A woman is like a day
Strange days

2007-07-15T18:22:00.000-04:00

fly tight
fly straight
hold my hand
turn brown
follow the neurons
like electrical currents
spread out in the brown
like a cerebral cortex
flex, flex, flex
i'm in your stereo
in you're earlobes
like radio frequencies

running through the expansions
of brown
actually diving head first
inside every brown wave
brain wave, pangaea
running wild
i'm entering every door way
in your mind
and passing through

i was met by
all your extremities
and continued on, forever
you are brown
on the starting block
high speed connection
i'm in your brown

2007-06-29T12:58:00.000-04:00

O Father of Mine
A more curious man, one never did know
Your humor is dry as desert rocks
Cracking up under the chisel of life
Travailing through the desert
To uncover hidden tombs of laughter
And the irony of it all

The book of life
Written deep in your left brain
You have surveyed all the fittings
To secure the instruments of integrity
You've held all the books, alway in your palms
And set your children to the standard
To hold them up high

2007-06-22T13:43:00.000-04:00

And now, a quick musical interlude
"Mere Naseeb" - Baby H
"BaddyDoub" - Elissa
"Pavaroty" - MC Jack e Chocolate

2007-06-14T12:49:00.000-04:00

Nature's child
Found sitting on the doorstep of Urbana
She was hidden in the forest
Now I pull the leaf from her face

I see the shadows of Krishna
Shiva
Give me your hand
The vines of all of time
Reaching back, to all of time
Your fingers
Have been forever
The roots bursting from the soil
Wrapped around my face
And shaken in the wind

Revealing your skin
In element
Your touch, is the life force
That moves my limbs
The adrenaline that pumps
Inside the endocrine system

Quiet now, tell me
Without a whisper to disturb
In your presence
Language is a burden
So let our communication be naked
Now quiet, don't tell me

I can see
The depth of the ocean
In the surface of your smile
I can see
You in every living thing
And every current of the ocean
Is the expression of your bounds

2007-05-29T15:00:00.000-04:00

Embedded in beauty
Clever in your smile
High arching expression in your brow
Mirth in the corners of your mouth
Ancient in your eyes

Can beauty be kept
Across the amalgamation of time
With enough
And to spare
Kept in the storehouse

The promises of every open touch
Coaxes dopamine to receptors
Synapses feign glad to jump
A great leap of faith
As when life came into being

Your beauty is kept well
Like secrets of the sari
The beads
Worlds without number
The tapestry one eternal round

God stretched forth his hand
Love came into being
Many worlds became one
Your hand is my hand
Held across the amalgamation of time

2007-05-19T23:48:00.000-04:00

A daughter
Well kept
Safe from harm
Again in the presence
Of Deity
I think it is
Kept for purposes
Kept for promises
And the answers thereof
I'll take your warm
Lady of Royalty
A Royal Mother
Hewn down, from on High
To bring up the ends of the Earth

You have the answer
When I speak to you
A daughter
Who must live
Hold my give
It's who you are
Buried in the Earth
The sands of time will answer
The seeds of mine and yours
Will stand up, finally
And look me in the face
And yours
Will hold you tight

2007-05-10T18:02:00.000-04:00

Drop of water
Spirit in Silhouette
In vogue (now
you're) Pure
Elemental
Connections
Good Conductor
Is water
In Atmosphere
Prevalent
Very Relevant
Listen
How in your
Yes
Water Water
Everywhere
To be
Or not
In your element

2007-04-24T14:35:00.000-04:00

Held together
Like a conglomerate
Her hair
Stuck up high on her head
Thick as a web
Spun by a tireless spider
It trickled down
As her face hung low
To kiss a book

Her eyes
Like stars
Shining out from a nebulous
Fixated on the margins of a book
And the straight lines
That could never be her hair

If she would shake it out
Galaxies would expand
In every direction
Spiraling
Like the curls that want to be handled
Like every third dimension
They seek to touch

If she would let me touch it
I would hold the sands of creation
Like atoms that combine to form
Every living thing of substance
Which stands for every thing of beauty

I whispered to you
I told you it was beautiful
And I loved it, I really did
Let me search through the numberless sands
That have hidden the countless questions
Of who you are
To find the strands that have ultimately defined you

And I
With your hair in my hands
Holding the root
Of all your beginnings

2007-04-19T00:21:00.000-04:00

To hold you
Through the night
Because I'm a man
You're a woman
I'll hold
You'll hold on tight

I can smother you
It won't bother you
If I've got you
In my palms, I do
And I'll honor you
If I can frame you
In a dress that makes you look pretty

If it looks cute
It personifies you
But I'm a man
For all your sensibilities
You're a woman, I know you're going to
Frame them on me

It's the most natural thing
To be found in your place

2007-04-12T03:05:00.000-04:00

Mother
That child is yours
Mother
Their flesh was your flesh

Those children are yours
Your hand is in all and
Your hand is in all they do

Daughter
You have all the tools to be mother

2007-03-20T23:24:00.000-04:00

Child of beauty
Super heroine
A mighty mighty
Mouse

A thing of beauty
Virtue, that's not ashamed
Let virtue, carry her abroad
Abounding in my arms

In the lap of beauty
Upon some over-stuffed cushion
The little doll
Porcelain eyes, starring wide out

Guardian of beauty
A wise judge, imparts sunshine
Beauty is seen, from a window in heaven
A hand hanging down, is lifted up

All want to grab a hold of
I'll want to grab a hold of
Her beauty
Make room to receive it

2007-02-26T00:40:00.000-05:00

There was a man. He sat in the library, in quiet contemplation. Occasionally God did speak to him. Well this man had attuned his senses so that he received many signs of his Lord's pronouncement. To him the world was like a cerebral cortex--of God! And the man, just a single soul, maybe like a tumor, not a bad tumor, a benign tumor, you understand. And he could sit listening as the Lord's voice rattled through this cerebral existence. The Lord had many ways to speak to this man.

Everyone believes that if God wanted to talk to you he would use a sign. Obviously a sign is a sign. A sign gives you directions. It stands there to tell you something while on your journey somewhere.

Sometimes people like to walk up to a sign and ask it questions. That's what this man liked to do. He would ask, "Tempt me not Lord, I pray thee show me a sign, that I might know of your majesty--should I say yes to bingo tonight, or should I say no?". Everyday it was funny, God was telling him all kinds of things. "Yes" to get the carton of eggs, but "No" to ham tonight. Apparently the swine must be an evil beast afterall he thought. Does it have pork?--he would ask the hot dog salesman. I don't eat pork. Other times the wind would blow really hard, and he would jump up and start running! Somewhere! Anywhere! Hard wind meant, "Get going boy, I don't have all day". Some days he ran every which way and that. Exhausted, he would go again to the library. There he could hear God's messages more clearly.

And he would talk--brain to brain you know. And he would wait for that special moment when he heard the royal swoosh. It was a beautiful swoosh that seemed to come from the edge of God's great big brain. It meant a lot to the man, depending on what thought was in his brain at that given moment. Sometimes "Yes", sometimes "No", sometimes "Hey did you ever think of that?". Or, "I bet you didn't know that". Whatever it was, it was always profound.

One day while walking and collecting his thoughts he heard the swoosh louder than ever. He was awestruck. He had never heard been so close. Had he found the room in God's brain from whence communication came? The very place where synapses are ever firing, messages being sent with godly amounts of electricity?

He immediately burst through the door, and in that moment all of his greatest revelations seemed to be sucked into a spinning vortex, funnelled away into a black hole from whence no light can escape. What he saw was a porcelain bowl being whirled inside out, while a man stood with his finger on the lever.

It was one of those moments, you know, like when you bought something off an infomercial. It says money-back guarantee but gosh it's just such a hassle to get your money back, and you don't even get all of it back anyways because they keep the shipping and handling fees. And well you did buy it in the first place, and well you know it's not a waste of money afterall because you could use it to clean dryer lint, or clean in weird places like behind the refrigerator.

Well there was nothing he could do about it now. He had to keep the waste water. He could still find his revelations floating around in it.

2007-02-03T01:17:00.000-05:00

Your lips
And your hips
Something, definitely something
Trying to connect the dots
Like your lips pursed up, for a kiss

Nah nah
Well yes
Your lips, very poised
Trying to make a point
And hold that thought
Before it explodes into something great
Before your words expand exponentially
Like the creation of a universe

I'm afraid of what you might say
Because man knows no language
To match the finesse of your tongue
But I understand
When you smile
And your wide beaming designs,
Are tucked away

I'll just stop and look
At your smile (for a while)
I remember now your hips
Shouldn't tell lies
And when you turn to face me
The truth can not hide

2006-12-06T13:02:00.001-05:00

Read it and weep:

2006-11-17T16:45:00.000-05:00

There was a man. And he wandered many days. And he was hungry. He found a rich man, who had enough and to spare. He came upon the rich man and looked as if to ask for food. The rich man had compassion, and greeted the hungry man with certain foods known to give an hungered one the satisfaction he so desired. However the rich man was surprised when the lost hungry fellow said, "thank you", and quickly departed with only a few crackers in his hand. The hungry man was now satisfied but it was obvious his small portion would not last for the duration of time.

Troubled, the rich man prepared a feast, and sent word round about that all those who hungered were invited to come, and partake freely. The rich man was pleased when he found a multitude of hungry people who found their way to his grand table. Many men did eat and were quickly filled. They said their thanks and quickly moved on again.

This troubled the rich man even more. He feared lest some of those poor men would again wander into paths of deprivation, lands of famine, and go hungry. He hoped they would remember to seek after his land again, where he would keep his grand table filled for all the souls of men who hungered, and he and they may feast freely, and merely nibble no more.

Occasionally such a man did return, and the rich man stopping the once lost hungered man, who had now filled his belly with the life giving nourishment he so desperately needed, asked him: "Wilt thou take some provisions for the marrow? And where is thy brother? How can he be satisfied with only a few crackers still?"

From the filled man came they reply, "I know not, save I was hungry and eating a little am filled. On the marrow I've work to do, and may not travel again this way as often as thou wouldst invite".

2006-10-01T20:23:00.000-04:00

It ain't spicy
These are the hottest jalapenos ever
It ain't spicy
That word is reserved for something else
I was expecting machinery
To open my taste buds, individually
And supplant taste with tnt
I was hoping for the hellraiser
To open Pandora's box in my mouth
And take me past the searing edge of flavor
With razorblades, to carve out a true masterpiece
With every little bite I eat

It ain't hot
These are the spiciest jalapenos ever
It ain't hot
That word is reserved for something else
Like any woman, wearing less than a conscience
Hot man
Is also reserved for anything I must buy now
This deal won't last
It could be a real barn burner
But hot man for a jalapeno man
Is just an admission of weakness

2006-09-28T00:06:00.000-04:00

Luxurious woman
Make me rich
If I could hold your gaze
I would have a lot

Grown woman
Make me wise
I would be keen
If I knew how to cajole you

Luxurious woman
I want to go home
Give me the luxury
Of knowing your address

2006-09-22T01:51:00.000-04:00

Chic with big hair
Latina chic with big hair
Bring it round,
Pin it up,
Put it up,
Pin it down

Soon to be a mommy
With Mr. Thug teddy bear
But can you bear all your burdens
With hack knees, and your wavering tongue?

Turn and look,
Very normal

2006-09-16T01:46:00.000-04:00

America still owes me
That Great Satan
That is upon me
You must pay me
For that evil you have done
And I am not cheap
Many simple things are not enough
"I want a house on the hill,
A boat on the lake,
A t-shirt shop to cover up them duckets that I make"

Pay me, pay me
I will work, yes
But every penny I make is by my own hands
Now pay me, pay me
For that great evil
You owe me

2006-09-02T01:43:00.000-04:00

Those who want to die
Already dead
Only one way to live
All full of love
Have they cried tears
For the innocent sons and daughters of God
Slain

Only one way to live
Beyond yourself
The limitations of humans
Have no faith
In what
The Supreme Being will take you further
What you already know
Beyond yourself
Is the pain of your brother

He loves you
He hates you
He could sink
He could swim
Before he's pushed off the brim
Of Justice's waterfall
Before we must meet our untimely death
Which is all known to the Master

Hate pushed harder, and faster
To the brink of elimination
A man
Crashed like a wave
On his innocent brothers beyond the fall
But that is not all
They became part of a current
In the Creator's river

He will show unto you His wisdom
Further down the current
Every intention of the giver
Shall be restored to the peace
Waiting at the end of the river
Celebrate with me
In the clear blue water
Where I can see all of you
For who you are

Undress every piece of pretense
And recoil from the body
To reveal the Lord in your countenance
And He in mine
And all those found as such
Shall not be many
But one

2006-08-24T23:21:00.000-04:00

With Art
Ill
Give
U A
Rose

Ill
Paint
UR
Picture

Ill
Frame
My Love
4 U

2006-08-15T03:02:00.000-04:00

To love others
To love ourselves
To love our children
To love ourselves
Pieces of you
Their flesh
Your flesh
Manifest
The same God

Praise another
Praise the very substance
You are
Something great, sure
But great how?

We would be each other
If you would be each other
Loving
One
Essentially
Loving
Yourself

2006-08-09T00:14:00.000-04:00

Casual butter
Ghetto flowers
Friends,
How many of us have them?
Ghetto tech
Maybe if she sees me
In my eagle shirt
She'll love me

2006-08-03T02:38:00.000-04:00

Them don't want peace
Them say we want peace
Now say now come follow me
Them say they want peace
But only for them nationality

Them say we want peace
We burn the flag with words
Now set it on fire
Them say we want peace
Now watch me dancing in the streets

Them say they want peace
Them only fight for a little baby
Them say them want piece, only a little bit
Them say them holding onto this piece
Now you must cut the baby in two

2006-07-28T01:12:00.000-04:00

Make weak things strong
Damnation; won't go any further
Why betray yourself?
Stay true to the things you know
Either with or against...
Don't make strong things weak
Flattery leads you away
Consider the happy state of the faithful

2006-07-23T21:35:00.000-04:00

Clear path to happiness
Nothing fearing
Acting
Willing
Really
Doing
Really, Really
Do you want it?
A pearl, kept within the oyster

2006-07-21T00:01:00.000-04:00

I swear, we'll have the prime of your life
I won't pull too hard, on your tender scars
I could be ready to receive you
In time
I could touch you, with something not borne of strife
And I can move you past, this point in your life
We can put away our childish things

I can give you kids
I can make your dream live
I can live in you
It won't die
If you let my whispers abide
I know you listen to the wind blow
It blows every which way and that
It makes you run every which way and that

I'll bear you up, with the youth of my feet
And you won't have to run anymore
It's been a long race, this life
You've had your victories, in silence
Retire now from the cold
My warm body lies next to you

You can laugh, because the world has been foolish
For the men you've known, saw little in themselves
As they looked into you, to find themselves
And you can laugh, because the world found themselves laughing
In their own reflection
But if a man should look into your grace, seeing beyond the veil
He would find himself valiant, to be caught in your throws

2006-07-12T22:28:00.000-04:00

The farmer praying for rain
Nourish my little crop
The world is swinging a bush-ax
My hands are the harvest
If rains come down
Crops go up
If the soil is rich
My family ain't poor
These dirty little fingers
Are reaching for a pacifier
The world seeks appeasement
A hungry gorilla
Demands his banana
Haven't you the answer
For starvation yet?

2006-07-04T19:48:00.000-04:00

We Are Free
Celebrate our freedom
Political scientist
Might tell you
Another story
Is land,
Of the free?
TV pundit
Got a good joke
Repayments
Replacements
Reelections
Reparations
Want perfect?
Have a good gospel
Forth from this nation
Have a good suggestion
Pay telephone
Nah listen
Telephone
Television
Radio
Have some apple pie
Coke and a smile
Who invented the sm:)e?
Internet
Highway
Every day is a pimp playing holiday

2006-06-19T23:19:00.000-04:00

Yes Ma'am, did you want Ice Tea, Icee, Hi-C, or icing?

2006-05-12T01:35:00.000-04:00

Learning wisdom
In holding the priesthood
Learning to understand people
Father was very pleased in my choice

2006-05-10T01:34:00.000-04:00

The avenues are so clean.
Every stone must have been rinsed off the night before
God put that hill there
Now I'm going to drive my vehicle over it

2006-05-09T01:33:00.000-04:00

All those who didn't die lived
Let me out of my chair
That was a sideways invitation
A religion can not convict on logic
It must be taken to the heart
Without theatrical persuasions

2006-05-08T01:31:00.000-04:00

Did you realize that
you are going downhill
With your rising intellect?
Young teenager
can you control your teen anger?
Can you hold back your noble ability
to hold a lighter to the flame of hypocrisy
while working your own version of destruction
Why must I use logic
We all know it is flawed

2006-03-28T02:03:00.000-05:00

Meeks is up in this piece. By the way I'm in Mexico at the moment.
Mexico City to be exact,
now tell me how you love that.
Straight putting it down for my dirty street soldiers,
hustling on the corner tops,
with a box of batteries and paletas--lolly pops.
Every man has style and a pair of nice shoes to match.
Feeling a little sporty,
feeling a little slick.
Reach inside the market watch for a bag of tricks.
Got them cds and dvds,
can you feel me?
Put it down with a guerita,
grubbing out with some huaraches.
Touch it touch it,
you can have it,
after they bare-hand it,
and flip it over.
I promise you're going to love it.
And you can have it.
Coming up massive,
with just a few pesos.
It doesn't add up,
but I don't think they know.
Chabela doesn't know any better.
Chabela never tasted any better.
I had more with 5 fingers,
than I had pesos.
I promise,
I didn't even have to discount.
Now tell me what that be about.
Mexico City,
hold them up high in the mountain side.
Altitude is high,
up top the city tour bus.
I feel like a super star.
With my head in the clouds.
But now I'm coming down.
And I'm coming back home,
to you,
Georgia.

2006-03-19T23:30:00.000-05:00

Dark Licorice
Pushed back down the middle
Dark Licorice
Bursting from the wrapper
Dark Licorice
My ancient home remedy

A flavor that never runs dry
Close your eyes
Gravity pulls along its spirally tunnels
Underneath
Jumping from the roots
Of the Earth
Black Licorice
In the mouth of the ancients
Fat and happy
No wonder the garbled language
Brought forth so many dialects

2006-03-16T01:14:00.000-05:00

Black
Rich
Root
Ancient
Delicious
Ethereal
Open Window