It’s bound to get better for the ones holdin’ on but I’ll never forget all the ones dead and gone on the road with a letter folded up in my jeans tellin’ me it gets better on the roads yet to be
and it’s bound to get better there’s a God up above askin’ me when’s the time I’ll start showin’ more love on the road with a letter tellin’ me to remember that its bound to get better for the ones holdin’ on
34 years I’ve been walking a dream
down the roads and the highways
all the places I’ve seen
don’t prepare me for nothing
say the robots online
between me and employment
stands a sign of the times
ask me “how am I doing”
and I’ll say “doin’ fine”
without work or a home
you can see that I’m lyin’
just an American worker
trampled on by the plans
of the rich in the times
that make mice out of men
and the rich just get richer
while the blue collar dies
on the streets with a pitcher
beggin’ quarters and dimes
while the pigs have a feast
on the profits and plans
of the hopes and the dreams
of the blue collar man
By a look at his face outta place like a windmill in a storm frozen un turning steering wheel took a straight but un narrow not learning
the yearning & crying I can see his forlorn taste a hurt from the eyes that’s watched babies be born
and you say” he needs Jesus”
I agree that its true
but I wont let you play yourself he needed me and you
Does time heal our heartaches do sutures get sewn are deep cuts & abrasions healed by walking alone?
Far from home he’s been crawling right in front of your stare do you think had you answered he would know Jesus cared?
So you tell me don’t bother that it’s not worth the time if yours is so valued mines not worth a dime
I won’t tell you to take a load off
cause I’m afraid what’s got ya down
is the only thing you need me for
and why I’m still around
it probably ain’t the wrinkles
I doubt that its my smell
is the reason I’m in heaven
cause you’re goin’ through some hell
I ain’t never met a tear drop
runnin’ down your pretty face
that I wouldn’t try to catch before
your lips could ever taste
and I’m guilty of the pleasure
knowing many suns will set
while holding you till morning
hoping that you won’t forget
Tonight he watched her dance along
into the skies of amber June
a daddies eyes are never wrong
the strings of heart are perfect tuned
he softly whispered “don’t forget me”
the lights were on in every room
the winds were blowing through the hickory
outside the walls of camp Lejeune
a wise man knows no better wisdom
than the kind he’s never sold
sometimes the lips that used to kiss him
conceal the lies he once was told
and things go on beyond the history
that don’t get written down as soon
like the wells beneath the hickory
outside the walls of Camp Lejeune
You know that I’ve looked in on you since the day that you were born
trouble seems to be about the only name
your mama calls me every morn’
like the rose outside your window pane
she’s the peddles and I’m the thorn
every time I drive away the rain
she gives you shelter from the storm
And it ain’t easy being lonely to know I gave you a broken home my little angel whispers softly praying her daddy’s not alone
in her heart there’s no relation
between the peddles and the smell
and the thorns outside salvation
two blocks away from raisin’ hell
It’s not an attempt
to ask you a question evoke a response
or make a suggestion I’ll not ever ask to circumvent fulfill my need I only meant that inside me exists a home a better place
not of my own foundation laid your rent is paid I eat from love
your dirt has grown
A backyard trellis waits for you upon it climbs a vine a cask envelops molecules expressed in proper time
Won’t ask of you to say it back
appease necessitation…
and dew asks not reply from grass
to why there’s condensation
It’s atmospheric
“I love you”
not 143 or catch 22
addressed on each letter
every syllable flown
evaporating off feathers
of birds migrating home
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…
but 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 grape 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…
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??
Allegoricaldiamond 
