Bethlehem

a friend of mine
God only knows
compared to quality
of clothes
or next to heavy
stacks of gold
protects my life
until I’m old

a friend of mine
unlike the roof
above my head
is living proof
from flood and rain
you kept me safe
a friend like you
can’t be replaced

when someone asks
what would I do
with my last dollar
what I’d choose
without a moment
I could say
I’d give it all
to you today

a friend of mine
no bank can hold
the kind of wealth
you cannot fold
from you did I
survive with wealth
from you I learned
to love myself

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You save my life

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I didn’t need a song today
bout money or a car
I went without
computer beats
and midi track guitars

When I was lonesome in the night
I held your records in my hand
a country tune that kept me warm
I hope my heroes understand

You saved my life today

In a moment when I had nothing left to save
I just wanted to thank you
for the healing that you gave

And it may not even see the charts
or all the money killing hopeful dreams
but a tune from Jamey Johnson’s heart
was all that brought me down the stream

I just needed to thank you. ©

I played him “on the road again”

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A broken down train
sitting still cross the track
between my home
and the places I’ve been
and my mind rambles back
to a place that it goes
Grandpa played Willie nelson
and we traveled the roads

On the way through Kentucky
he had me listen to Waylon
and Hank Jr. was singin’
about a few rowdy friends
but not a tune I recall
can bring back miles that we ran
half as good as
Ol’ Willie singin
“On the road again”

As we drove up the roads
between words and our home
I rode with grandpa and Jones
and his friends
but nothing brings back the memories
all the hills and the bends
of
 my hero beside me
singin’ “on the road again”

It’s been so many miles
since I sat next to grandpa
and I watched
the good Lord take his hand
but I’ll never forget the last song with my hero
we could hear Willie Nelson
singin“on the road again” ©

Ode to my beloved sister

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Everything is everything

but everything is fine
depressing hard lessons
my confectionist pretext…

Her divine love is above a heavy head
learn again to think with my heart
peep rear views & UN blindfold memories
blood drivin’ in mud leaves it’s leathery mark

Sensory sunshine
my flex capacitor just got blown apart
sometimes I start cryin’…

Bent from the depth
of last breath & caressing
death just a theft
inside laws of possession…
b
ut I have her
and she’s mine

Sc-Fi caffeine steam
like tea that’s been steeped
deep loves heat
defeats Delorian machines

Libyan bugs climb behind
pines to complete a 187
bazookas blaze Hill valley cemetery signs

 1955 +51 years…
But a dream
can turn out just fine…

my hands in with Lauren
for its my GOD that through death
my baby girl unfurled
that sweet thang still alive…

But…
I miss how she pissed Brian off
when we still had her in this world…

Random time machines
I couldn’t count its cost
one plus point twenty
a single jigga
all its divided… 

No sum described  figures
Watt was never lost…

I smile crying cause
I can’t even deny
you bring back
“Damn that girl ate up all the grape jelly”
your voice’s reverberations
of Welches gr
ape scraped on the jar
mixed with
“This is for Da’ Bourbons and the Cadillac’s”

Any sign of Seville…
cryogenic chilled flex capacitors
wont bring it back
her smile
Master P or Brian’s Jam…

I’m feeling fine because
the sum of my love…
it’s right here
its right where I am…

But I miss her
and sometimes can’t hold drops back
until I picture my best buddy
my baby sister pb& j
Suburban’s & candy painted Cadillac’s.

It ain’t nothing bout some skin
it’s just a literal kinda
kiss from within…

But,
I miss how smart You are…

I hold you in every way I can
but these tears you see on me
they’re of joy my sister
its love Undestroyed…

I can’t get her back y’all
No increment of mother earth
not
all of her kisses
how we lost her…

Could ever convey the current
in a sea of grape jelly
not her worth
no currency equates
the grief of what it cost her…

her dreams were wishes
a
life’s sweet memories offer kisses
and as I tap these keys
I’m pleased to know
that I never even lost her
I still have my little princess
yet miss her more
than eyes can show©

Brain water

 


Just another fish immersed by a curse…
oceanic submersed
my reverberations reversed

Heading towards tales of  chromatically  conjoined unconscious fins
hooks hurt finding sub conscious twins
solitary secret
staccato less friends
cancel out need to keep hush on what’s never said

Like Protective brain waves
with no way to stop feeding dyslexic tongues
In silence  it depends
neurological fear only ear is my friend

Outer spaced Inner Knowledge
verbal but amiss audible code
Area x
just I without matter

Logically different fish
tend not to know how to speak it and scatter

Hurt by verbs in descriptive we keep
equipped by the neuro encryption we speak
Thoughts sync in this mind
correlated in me
I consider only likeness of pure frequency
only unscripted deep soliloquy

Absurdly adherent to symbiotic nerves
with frequent metabolic cerebral placation
replaced by synonymic sub lyric exchange
as if aquatic radio stations abstain
from ad space with symmetrical gifts
philosophical exchange

Swim to exhaust melodic phalanges
cut in deep residential
a solo Safer immersion

Hippocampus perturbed by disturbance
hurt holding
feeling dactyl in plural mental subliminal
like un paired my/its individual not so strange
not ever a stranger
endangered in words
imperfect verbs distinct in my perplexities

So honored is Wyland a friend with to swim
unchained co conspired
fathoms like 10 toes within a perfect excursion
synchronized un conjoined
mental friend it’s found joy
In A troublesome genius
intellect of Van Gogh

Grown tired from lacking a safer confusion
where my pace dives deep and slows
where I swim never displaced or disgraced
by an illusion

Introspected alleged reflection accepted
this cerebellum telling cynicism
retrospective detective
aquatic Magellan keeps tellin’ it
what finds ones decision this deep
Who knows me?  

Its quite fitting were swimming in schools UN abused
undertow of our youth
beneath toes in our boots
in the roots of our souls
of most friends without proof
who could never be told
ego denies all from truth
our transmission

Its an ocean where I can swim
and share thoughts of nutrition
the joy of an intelligent friend
my grace reminds me don’t change
don’t pretend

It’s still cool that our traces & mental twin graces
made pennies from heaven
not seem so strange

Know no words in vain
when explained by the other
friends defending its dance
its reflections protect I
from asking not question

To glisten as it did
spinning just half
half of the sun
still validates maybe
it’s that I’ve become
So alone but refracted

A chance ballerina was real
someone  wet dropped a lens
pretend its infected but copped over standing
dropped years it appears
of neglecting our tears

Our thoughts
ONE mind
a sunken treasure

Hooks from the deep
finding advancement
toward the lonely
a dark confused depth
now luminescent such light
like the sun within a prism

My lips tasting
respiration the breath
somehow it’s no one like me
unlock mental prisons
so sweet was the vision
It hurts when a smile
sunshine’s down 
to divisional incisions

In my mind finding not a damn fish swims
Just me
like fisherman’s hook punctured my mouth
how did unity turn inside out
psychotic rationalities fruition??

But without a doubt
that’s a smart fish ©

 


Steven

Snitches frozen in the street
deceitful deeds getting paid
You defeat the intent
faux earned credentials  we made & gave you
disappointment in a boy
that without evil appointment
transgressed by depression
came a fly in my ointment

Demonstrate  it isn’t fate
but intersections with reason
cold reminder of lessons we find in every eventual treason
the lies dwell
in a cowards hell while being compensated
destiny is far below fate
fake friends like this one here
who came in our homes
soul must be dead from it
you forget in true circles
square snitches don’t fit

Still man to man its never know
until it comes about
to learn Kenny Rodgers brought a six pack
and turned you out

The unethical ventricle injury
made real souls hold sorrow
while holding a friend
a kings heart knows when to hold em
but this one listened to
learn how to fold em’

Makes blood boil from down in my chest
what’s less that you profess to be good people

“Not I”said the new Queen
of shit that hits us all
Inside a clique that had loose ends
but to pretend in you I called a
Shhhhh!
cant even finish
Know when to walk away
Snitch better run                                                                  

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What’s the point of looking
like forest if you’re surrounded
by no one?
you’re just water in booze
to make it look real
fulfilled within Steven
wall street doesn’t show
the diminished return
A fake friend paying taxes
collecting debt
I’ll NEVER EARN
that makes him a stitch
a bridge still to burn
A day unfulfilled

A coward dies a thousand deaths
in my heart you have not a drop
A single breath
If not for my faith
if not integrity
and what its worth
without losing dignity un replaced
I’d make you like sunshine
in the spotless mind of mother earth
like never been born
without a trace

Remembrance
hell hath not fury
greater than a fake buddy’s scorn ©

Don’t EVER feel all alone.

One thing that’s dope, realization faith based placation like “hold on,be strong…& one step closer, narrowing the gap…one without baseball bats,but gats held by big skerred chillins.. hittin’  home runs, all fuckin day, no lights, been jacked. What rights give inspiration UN remembering GODS people?
I wanna remind you, In this time of struggle, stolen or elusive unrealistic dreams…. Feel neglected, feel let down. Please, feel unrest with gluttony, like here in front is where we would be, slam fuckin boots, you & me. Deficits defy our youth,filled with want. While eluding undiluted truth amid divided lines, freedoms spirit, representation of all but proof.
You misuse our America, disrupting REAL winners, while grinning sinners begin to get within…a mutha fucka, a cat that’s just too tired.
They misuse our unity, we trust in UN just, mother fuckers don’t deserve…
Our  drop deposited souls in 33rd, on a street named division, tear drops amass 1 half…the future cement.
NEWT circumvents WE. Division of our souls, without FDIC by a cast of dummys, aggregate called our dreams, while Lajuan lost his brother  divided by schemes. So fucking meaningless…For illusions of money.

They call it the “US”…amiss to forget… Is that how they do?Synonymous like trust, equiponderate to OUR love & companionship? Equal to like ME & YOU… US, same exact shit?? that name is …sorry, made immoral by these assholes petulantce. 

Feel abused and unthought of by hollow political  greed. But

Don’t inflict self injuries, not for them…

Don’t feel by yourself.

Driven by the livin  given by magazines… pvc misinterpretations in tragic “beauty” queens. Like feeding dreams to be a part of a scene nicer or better…than you & me. Don’t unlove You.

Refuse to dismantle  every pay stub or fear… of a parent beside them, self choked by her fear. Gave birth, epidermis now clammy & pale… turn sadness to gladness . Mom or daddy exhailed… without ease,  photosynthesized by solid gold criticized by dominoes effected by the players, diseased by purveyors of Babylons greed.

Don’t look down, refuse to
submit, keep you, keep what we got, un amid politicians invisible bullshit.

But please, In ugly times without the rhymes…

DO NOT EVER FEEL ALL ALONE!
. Not In this, we are beautiful, you are absolutely… Just fine..

but don’t feel ashamed & alone

While more tears drop,unrest develops…

Sam’s’ cops need rabies shots fighting  righteous pilots… of lil bigs like the good peeps in this nation. Even lead laced sleeping beauties, resort to the violence…Please survive its temptation…. more from head, thoughts of real gold… GODS LOVE preservation …Its them, don’t demean them…I look in your mirror, and I just love you, outta bed, broke of the money that tears it apart at the seam, if your feeling worthless,

UNDO,

Still dream of freedom,turn love anew..good needs preservation, in myself, Inside You.  1love!  ©