But,
I thought…
Really?
Damn.
So when I said…
And when you…
When we… together,
It was,…. not?
Shit.
I am an idiot.
Thanks for heads up.
And don’t worry,
I will most definitely do it again.
It’s why we’re here after all.
Now leave.
Category: What it is
The NYC done gone fishin’
Summer…
August…
Hot….
So god damn hot!
But really man,
it’s hot.
Everyone walks
Slower.
Sweating,
Greasy and
Moist.
What mattered so much before
Don’t much matter at all.
Softees’ chocolate cones
Sludges into semisolid masses of lukewarm hot cocoa.
Yeah… its pretty damn warm.
But still,
Under the oppressive sun
Repressed appetites come alive:
Daisy Dukes and
Tight muscle tees
Sundresses-
Oh yes, the sundresses are out….
Everyone’s lookin’
and everyone is struttin’
Because,
Even in this heat
A little closeness
is still welcome…
Extremely welcome.
-later,
of course…
When the sun sets,
and the city cools down
as the night heats up.
Gimme Gimme
I want it all
Not just a slice
Gimme some
Of that starlight
It tastes so good
Gimme some of that
Beauty
It burns so cold
I turn my back
And
the ice cold fire
Is rock
The glittering starlight-
Just a busted LED display
You need me
Because I need you
What gives?
No,
Who gives?
UGLY
Painted faces
Painted skin
Pierced… everything
All in a race to be
Unique
Outside
Of the hipocracy of reverse conformity
There is something else
Something sinister
A celebration of
The anti
Of the mediocre
Looking up to “stars”
Even as we rip them down
There is a hatred
Of all things beautiful
And great.
True talent does not sell
True beauty is forced to peddle underwear and sex
the EVERYMAN is victorious
The angels are not to be trusted.
Courage
To feel
To accept
To grow
…
To live.
Balls.
Kangaroo in you
What
Are
You
Waiting
For?
Leap!
Spring!
Jump
Right into it.
Your brain
Doesn’t know.
Your body
Can’t prepare.
Your soul
Is silent.
So,
How do you know?
You don’t.
Just jump.
Phoenix
No
It ain’t in Arizona
And no,
It ain’t no mythic bird
It is
Faith-
In the plan.
Faith-
In the moment.
Faith-
In inevitability,
And faith in in the soul.
Just when you think
There is nothing to do
But sit on your hands
And drink another brew,
She arrives
With gold in her hair.
She comforts you-
But not with a “there-there”.
She lights a fire
Deep in your gut
She’ll sound the choir
And drop salt on that cut.
“YOU’RE ALIVE GODDAMN YOU, SO GET OFF THE FLOOR,
STEP RIGHT BACK IN AND GET KNOCKED ‘ROUND S’MORE!”
So you get to your feet as she kisses your cheek.
You pop your collar and start feeling not so weak.
MIDDLE PASSAGE 2000
Stank.
Of the NEW fu lai,
cocoa butter
and roast pork buns.
To or from the mines,
don’t really matter
Its that ole 400 year bullshit
We never escaped.
Of course we did not lose it,
Because-
We ran to it.
We embraced it.
We continue to reach for it,
Whatever it is.
From the jungle’s green
To the green trap,
We have forgotten the blessedness of paradise,
and now grasp desperately
at
the threads of emptiness
and doubt
and
loneliness
and fear.
Fear that what we need
Is not already here.
Where are the drums?
And where are our prophets?
Where are our wise elders?
Have they been led astray?
Do they pimp the wisdom of soul
For fame and ice?
It is time to forsake
What has come to pass.
Build anew
But
Build true.
Future
Our Future is in the hands of illiterates.
Cultural illiterates,
whose sin runs deeper
Because they know better,
But they choose worse,
Because they have earned it,
because they have
earned the right to profane.
Rich histories breed hubris and ignorance
The wisdom of the ages is traded
for knowledge and a Masarati.
So where do we look,
if we cannot look inside?
How do we find the road
to prosperity?
to inner wealth?
Little Gracie,
I give this all to you.
Because I have no choice.
But,
I love you
As I wished I loved me.
As I wished I could love me.
Interim
Neither here nor there
I am here
Here.
with the Hoff.
What better time to contemplate the crossroads
When sailing through this
Ether.
MY heart SCREAMS
In perfect harmony
With
Why won’t I listen?
Why won’t I try?
To fly
Is too much.
But
Would I die?
No,
Nyot yet.
Nyot yet.
Not ever
While I can still hear
The sweet symphony
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