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 ©


Help me to wash my hands


I could travel down
to that old piece of land
out where I find my own
and I can understand
sometimes this crazy world
gets under all I am
that’s when I pray dear Lord
help me to wash my hands

I’m gonna go my baby
before I change my mind
people I know won’t save me
from all the tears I’ve cried
but you should know my baby
I’m gonna find my plan
back where the Lord can save me
I’m gonna wash my hands

so many children cryin’
nobody cares no more
brothers are fussin’ fightin’
somebody else’s war
askin’ the Lord to save me
I know he understands
don’t let this old world change me
help me to wash my hands ©

Match stick of the morning


It’s a dark and lonely morning
in the beating of my heart
and I’ve run too many miles
to watch this world just fall apart
and my boots can’t walk the scene
forgotten words and reasons why
love it comes, and so it goes
like seasons change inside the mind

Lord my candles running empty
as the pockets of my jeans
and the child inside my heart’s
forgot his lullabies and dreams
I’ve been seen by all the takers
I’m a thousand miles from home
 this road keeps gettin’ darker
walkin’ miles and miles alone

Past the curtain they’re a callin’
while the puppet cuts the strings
and the masters, they’re a waitin’
with the movement of the kings
as I wander out the doorway
begging change to pay my mind
lookin’ for some destination
still I’m feelin’ far behind

There’s a wind I hear a callin’
blowin’ change inside the man
there’s the sin that keeps us fallin’
cross the surface of the sand
with a fire by the matches
in the pockets of my jeans
this ol’ worlds just gettin’ started
time to wake up from the dream  ©

I ain’t long for this old world

I ain’t long for this old world
I’m done tasting my own tears
a desperado can’t chase love

with life in prison facing years
 if you see me walk alone
outside those bars I’m hidin’ in
an empty house replaced my home
a women’s heart replaced by sin

and I ain’t long for this old world
because its left me lost my dear
without a way to carry on 
love that’s never disappeared
cause there ain’t nothing goin’ right
without her love I’m livin’ wrong
and I don’t even need the lights
to see I’m not where I belong     

I ain’t long for this old world
I’ve longed to lay beside her here
without a bottle by the bed
without becoming my worst fear
my buddies tell me to be strong
but I’ve been running like a deer
from words I’ve written in a song…
without her love it won’t be long ©

the windows of love


Love is a window that is one often opened with white satin gloves. It is beautiful and delicate, made of glass that we see right through…Its something that we fear breaking.  But, love is also a difficult window to open at times. From the hard rains in the summer, to the cold nights in between… we cannot see through the dirt and grime. This vantage point, this view that we treat so guarded… it gets covered with so many different things that we may not see through to the other side. We somehow wish to protect our satin gloves from being ruined opening this dirty window. Isn’t it funny that in times like these we forget what’s important? How do I suppose the relief of fresh air will gain entry? During moments that make me feel so alone and without air to breathe? Love is not to be handled with white gloves alone. Gloves that protect our vanity. We so often concern our hearts with the appearance of love… we become people that have no versatility … love is within the labor of always being sure our window remains open. True love is dirty and bloody… Love may be presented to us with bows and ribbons, it may be so very worthy of the essence of honor and decorum… but in the boots I have walked or the roads that I’ve traveled … love takes work gloves and mud… love is pain. Love means ruining those white gloves. Every bit of sediment on its tracks…  each time we fall face first in the mud… so long as I can see you through my window pane… I can tell you that I love you.  ©

Sweet diamond goodnight

Sweet diamond delight
my dear oh my mother nature
inquisitive to the sensation of touch
my lips just curl cause I love you so much
Star light overlooks my heart felt thought of you
while we share a moon even in your absence
and hopefully in mine
wishing my moon would pull onto your eyes
locking your embrace inside my love
like waves on the ocean
the undertow of my desire pulling you out to me
Rock with me sweet one my only
like dolphins I feel you
if only you will allow my presence
I will know you
When you find trouble
SOS travels through our sea in an instant
like lightning to a thousand glass ballerinas
shattering my tranquility
filling my heart with discontent
Sing to me my love
swim with me deeply
the undertow never losing effect
my love making you wet
in the ocean it will always be
on the surface it’s still only me
I’m waiting to watch an electrical storm to exhale
 I take deep breaths
waiting for the ballerinas to come undone
and I’m waiting to caresse you
beneath our moon
within our ocean
below our sea
just between you and me
You are very loved ©

LOVE vs. fear in reality of this world

The World…
A man trying to help a stranded motorist, a lady. He parks his car, gets the flashlight & tool box from the trunk… closes its lid…and she turns into a set of gun yielding criminals.
Take that call…about your 21 year old son, who lived with the love that YOU “brainwashed” him into applying to life ….being the gentleman he was proud to mimic in his dad… the guilt thinking my son died because he was doing a job, a job that I trained him to do. Forgetting to remind him, theres a lot of fu**ed up people in this world.
A year later we see another man…
He passes by a stranded motorist at night on a dark and desolate road.  He is happy to have the wisdom learned. He is smart enough to pass her by… remembering Tim’s son and the lesson it teaches. We should FEAR this helpless old women. He “coincidentally” gets home faster, saved time & didn’t have to give his effort, or lift a finger… Didn’t have to give… a drop of LOVE. Ol’ lady has another motorist stop… to pull over & help. She said 3 nice things about “ he is such a gentleman” before he even touched his trunk latch. Five minutes later she has a knife wound to the throat, assaulted in ways… ways that cause her great-great grandchildren to have issues with substance abuse. If math were not an issue to most, an economist …of LOVE would tell us that the result of the transfer,and the LOVE that was replaced by fear, has real consequence. Value and deficit. Children’s children…blah blah, nobody gives a shit. I can’t appreciate it truly because its like  hearing that the 8th grade bully from gamble middle is coming to get me, now in 2012.  Listen man, I just got off work. Its in our minds, just a memory from the past, and in the past it stays… But its REAL. Real like our future, real like our kids being our current age, or what their kids will live amidst.Most days find me full of love and empty of fear. Inches from four calibers of pure…..heater. Not because I fear, but because I love to stop for the Ol’ ladies in our world, for ANYONE in need of My LOVE.  I live in LOVE not in fear. I will fill that Ol’ lady’s heart with joy. Just in case others aren’t living right…  empty out my clips, as a man that rides for Tim’s beLOVEd fallen son…Our worst fear. But I will give that portion of LOVE, like any life that relies upon respiration to replenish… rejuvenating my own life as a byproduct.


I love that “I don’t give a fuck “days gone by feeling. LOVE that. I take delight in picturing that middle school bully bringing it over here. I got something for him. Besides, it doesn’t seem real now. I try to picture the pragmatic kid from days gone by, dealing with a world of hurt already, crossing his path again. The fear in the belly spot. Black rag wrapped murder, immature decisions that could find him amiss from the kiss, in epidermal ways, no doubt. Think of him tomorrow & what lies before him. Wondering,  had I dropped that stupid kid long ago, and they had put me away, never to see me again, or hurt me…what would the present day victim or bully had learned from it?  I assume, fat Buddy don’t mess with him anyway, despite the black eyes he dispensed upon innocent & LOVing children, intimidation from a bully or his surviving family… is just fear.  Behaving like complete victims in public, My word…. this cats family is home behind closed doors at night, they think of the mistake he made. One they didn’t bother correcting. Bullying  that kid, A LOVing kid, Lil’ silent one who snuffed out baby boy. How they wish they would have seen it coming.

Fear is winning, and we actually call it smart. When wrong is answered for wrong…its not right. Love your fellow man. Stop living in fear of them. It’s FEAR that causes  bad chicken & bad egg today. It has replaced the LOVE that prevents both…perpetually. Now ask me why I hate pride. Fear & pride are the decimation of our happiness.

We are the LOVE, the body. We are 1LOVE, Or 1FEAR is what I’m offering I guess. One example is within a Catholic mass. It’s truly bringing people together as a body to feed…from the body… to attempt to remind us of that truth. Pride is the instrument of self destruction. Destroying our own beLOVEd  as a bi product.  Fearful of anything that destroys self image. This pride shit matters until when? Do You have faith? If you do, why does the worry & fear really matter enough to hurt so much of ourselves,or who we love? We hate and destroy ourselves because we hate the pimp in charge… cause a nukka failed us and now we can’t get away… or divorce… our damn selves. I personally  do suck at the responsibilities of controlling everything in my life. In my faith I realize with LOVE… “THANK GOD, I DON”T HAVE HIS JOB!!!

Live with pure LOVE & You cannot go wrong!

For those fearful souls that pray on the meek…and do not share my sentiments… I Pack plenty of ammo and a loving prayer for Mama. An innocent perpetuation of her beLOVEd  son. He lived by the same as her worst coming true….FEAR. It enslaves us to much of the nothingness that we encounter in society…
But for realz…I will stop you. If you prevent LOVE in this famished, troubled world, or get in the way of those healing in each day… I promise in every way that you have great cause to live in that FEAR. Indubitably my ninja !1LOVE! ©