The Artist

The Gift

The Gift

Each step that we take
Make no intent nor escape
Shade of grey, let go the parade,
Love is for certain
Stand by the curtain
Lift whole in a rage
You better act your age
Tender words light the course
Through the eyes that touch the elements of the sky
Through every step that we take
Follow...follow, eager & stake....

Bridge the gap across the peril escape,
Shades of black, green & blue
What are we to do ?
Cross eyed cat with the little boy blew,
Shade of grass green & blue
Shape, lest we triumph to spread out beyond the stand;
Look deep, stand still & repeat
Love for certain
The Oz behind the curtain
Tap your heals three times,

There the king can greet
Hungry ?
Take a seat !
Below the tempo
Treated, many words to go & swell
Many are going to hell !...

The Standing Order

The Standing Order
peace, love & groovy
shout of led now glue to thee
savor the box that was meant to relax
the bitter cold had become lax
love, kisses & romance
enter  the vast evidence
lead to your maker withstand
shades of grey, black & blue
what are we to do ?
the electric car through it's barrier
bask in the vast expanse between time & space
between the like filled with utmost Peyton Place
love in sequence in Autumn springs
 like the natural basking through which is evidence
The standing order...
lift up your head, play with the dead
Surrender the crown
left into it's robotic clown
love the standing order in the utmost of swing
let freedom ring
in the moment we make are silence to call
standing test to claim
shouts of songs from the peddle within
learn, listen & feel
...

Throttle

"THROTTLE"

If we stood tall after overcoming our greatest fears

Maybe we would know that most of our problems are self inflicted circumstances

Fighting bacteria is so much different then fighting adversity

Maybe a newer perspective is needed

To show that we don't need to be sweating 24 hours a day

Just to justify the roof over are head

Bur on the other side of things

Not everyone needs to pretend they are so pure

We're in this together and still far apart

Our virtues clash with the sensitivity of teeth feeling it's worth being tested at a candy store in hell

Too cheesy for you ?

Well, maybe that's meant to be the way of this world

Cheesy as all hell

Yet still worth living

If we somehow make it out alive

Seek

Listen To The Wind Blows

through the lot of the vacant sea

In my quest to the make believe

Through the charge of what you will see

beauty, in the height of a word tender seek

Lover's connect the way the words connect

Beauty once again through the tree limbs

Custom made to seek

Long John Silver

Long John Silver

broke between a pedistal
in the way we should go
tired of lightning silver stream
steady worry clean;
eating ice cream
steady as a stream

mountains by the bed flowing steam
she was a lady & I was a dreamer
come apart at the mighty thinker
dust up the care free shoulder

below the beckoning seat
the lost terrain;
associate through the mighty glowing ring
each day, the terrace scream & dream;

he was hurled by the sea
Long John Silver,
each sheet to tempo
the total mediocre;

loaded by the sealing & dispair
sealed off the meadow
pierced through the skin
where to even begin once again

the Monarch scream
adapt to dream
press your finger in;
lovers salt taken in

we can make our ease down by the Cape...
through the meadow naming dream

Viral Debt

Lift high the American wild;

Amazing, the highest wet beacon

old fashioned remedy,

the corpse on it's highest plank

shaped from the hidden vale

operation, delegation & expiration

Viral debt

Bondage, the apathy of salt

not the Covid scent

divided we fall

shaped from the risen blend

key hole we represent to tell

the underscore read, "Viral Debt" !

The Streets

When the streets are made for nothing but thinking
It's the weight of the water that's caused our sinking
It's a loss of feeling that's made me lighter
It's everything around
That makes me neutrally bound

The only writers block is the writer
It's the kind of thing that makes a man with a pencil and paper a fighter
Like the paper's jumping up at you like a, like a alligator

But it's hard to chalk down all the mistakes, cause when you're trying so hard you're just being fake

You just gotta learn to let it, let it all flow
Show your all and let em all know
Just how you're feeling that blow, even if it means one or two bad lines, that's how you feel though
Cause life ain't a poetry book
It's all the points in between the pages that we missed
It's all the things that make us factories of emotions
A ...

Truth

In Search Of Truth

promises made in the dark
have fallen full circle into light
love, for some vacant command
in hero salt stand;
sharp into a knife to blend
vacant waters onto it's complete call
shadows one step at the time at the mall
promises,

a field of dreams come together by the seams
green light
a fist to fight
that is our God given right
In search of truth
from a broken tooth;
love for certain chance well taken
pryamid chaser...

An eye full taken
merge the gift well baking
sand beyond the shining seat
stand still & repeat
after glow, which way shall we go

chances, rhyme & time...
a burboun seat captivated in the sink
captivated by a smile,
love, power & scent
haven't made a dent

Time Bomb

Time Bomb

Shed some skin
Work for profit at the nearby gym
That's the way its always been
You need to be thin
Look at the late Karen Carpenter anorexia
Hollywood can't live up to your perfect ideal
Like Ally Mcbeal or Shaq behind the wheel
Used to have Richard Simmons Deal a Meal
But that doesn't even appeal
Need to stand strong

Eminem keeps closing in on his new found friend
We all have friends in low places Peyton faces
Its a mass hysteria folks can't get near ya
A memory fades from those glory days of Springstein & the boys
Today instead we got a lot of noise but that's by choice
We once were a renegade we had it made
To day we got one foot on solid ground with the other in the grave
Twisted fashion jeans with rips down the side
What's the lady in waiting now wearing
Don't try to scare them a need...

Skipped Rocks

skipped rocks through a stream today
the opening of a brand new day
its frame is in minor decay
the bleached wood massed in bone piles,
we pulled it from dark beach and built
fire in a fenced clearing
the posts' blunt stubs sank down
the circled and were roofed by milled
lumber dragged at one time to the coast
We slept there

Each morning the minus tide-
weeds flowed it like hair swimming
The starfish gripped rock, pastel,
rough. Fish bones lay in sun

Each noon the milk fog sank
from cloud cover, came in
our clothes and held them
tighter on us. Sea stacks
stood and disappeared
They came back when the sun
scrubbed out the inlet