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My time will come

when i am done

i will get my oblivion

Hopefully accomplished

a being cherished

The light of my soul extinguished

Stilled engine of life

no more world of strife

The fear of my hope is rife

No more of this pain

no more sad refrain

i will not be coming again

All gone away

I would reast from that day

struggling no more that i may

Slepp with no dreams

no more invisable beings

It wont matter am apart from the seams

In memory to exist

in peoples minds to persist

Just a being to be remenised.  

Full speed, fantasy about being under my own tires, expressing myself getting even harder, Nowhere2go, not enough prayer for you, your mind is tainted and no one will ever love you, Dancing in holy white, hoping I get her attention, driving fast, gma come get me, fantasy about being under your tires, expressing myself getting impossible, the army saving my life, there are times where I breathe and I feel like im losing my life, my lungs are expiring and I'm gasping for air, and niggas around me can't even tell, Danielle, I hate that I still love her, fuck it, I'll see her in hell, I'm falling for a girl, who is the same, Jesus take the wheel, nowhere2go, there is, not enough prayer for you, I've spent my whole life depressed, I wanna end myself, my silence is golden as fuck, when I seem happy, people don't have to look, the shadows where they dwell, in the light wishing me well, I can't see and I'm paranoid, drowning myself in addiction hoping I blend in, I've been home for only a few days, and it sinks in, and it sinks in, no one loves you, nowhere2go.. I've spent all my life depressed.. thinking about death.. hoping my time is next.

 I like to say the word parallelograms

Walking Pair of jello gams

Talking Pair a telegrams

Eating Caramelo hams

Hating Cerebellum jams

 Ensenada afternoon Sidewalk bench 

Outside the Oxxo convienice store 

A neon city of clamor

 a writhing restless hustle

Voices all around me

A Degas style impressionistic reminiscent 

Of acid trip teeth grinding

2 Hispanic women in an old brown Buick

Argue over who’s turn it is to buy beer.

A man with sleek pleated pants 

“I’ve got girls”

“Follow me...I take you”

“Whatever you want”

“I’ve got eet”

“You wanta the cocaina?

He wouldn’t let me sketch him.

2 girls cross the street

Very young 

Dressed in the scent of sin

“Hey baby”

“I’ll show you good time”

The man with the pleated pants

Scolded her in Spanish 

Then coolly  tips his hat to me with a half grin.

“Come on, I take you”

  Once a smoothed faced man

I , the one who may beacon with tendrils upon tendrils 

of Vast artificial contentment 

May become a wanton wanderlust searching upon searching 

The path has become part of us.

Ponderlust.

A wondrous derangement.

An engagement of planes upon trains from Strasbourg to Thames.

A suave Lothario flagrantly wears his gangrenous fougere.

A disheveled man, Long beard. Shoes worn affray.

High society Woman in gaudy bedazzle.

What do your shoes say?

Did you have a cinematic life?

Black and white?

Will you wind back the reels 

Of your 8mm 

Frame by frame 

Only to find you have been Alone, in a dark room

Nothing more than a spectator

Reduced to a Pair of staring eyes?

I've never seen an angel bleed

Till I stood with knife in hand

I've never seen a devil cry

Till I looked once through it's eyes

You were my drug

Long before I acclimated

Long before withdrawal

I needed you to survive

I can feel your eyes on my back

Can't you hear me?

I'm silent on the outside

But screaming on the inside

I'm soul-lost

I can't find who I am anymore

Maybe I'll be fine

Perhaps I will survive

But I just don't know if

I can outlast your memory

If I lose myself in drugs and dreams

Or fly away to places and things

To fill the gap you left behind

Consuming body, soul, and mind

But there is no need

To conjure dreams

When life comes

In such radiant colors

They say Pandora is to blame

Her curiosity brought us pain

And fear of darkness in the night

But there was hope in candle-light

From the dark, a light will shine

Before the day, the night has gone

And now we know it burns so fine

That is why it's called, breaking dawn.

And maybe, just maybe

That which dies gives birth to something new

Elvin and Leroy were baseball players
From the time they were six years old
And best friends since the early days
A million baseball stories to be told

Their entire lives had been consumed
By the game of baseball which they
Played together all through school
Then pro-Negro league as Blue Jays

Even in retirement baseball was key
Games at the ball park and on the t.v.
Indeed – it was a sad day when Elvin
Passed away from a cardio infraction

Poor Leroy was hurt and felt so alone
He had always had Elvin by his side
And now without – was totally thrown
Unable to handle that Elvin had died

Leroy missed Elvin so much that he
Kept talking to him – always his plea
“Please let me know how you’re doing
So I can quit all my silly brooding”

But nothing – no answer from Elvin
Until late one night – in the kitchen
Leroy was talking - asking his friend
For a message – some sign to be sent

Leroy was sitting at the table and
Heard Elvin so asked – “that you man”
Without hesitation the voice of Elvin
Clear as day – “It’s me – good friend”

Leroy was both shocked and ecstatic
He started talking and then did ask
About baseball in heaven – and Elvin
Said – “Leroy – it really is heaven”

“They got baseball everywhere and
You should see the fields and parks
Just like we used to dream and plan
And got beautiful lights after dark”

“That is wonderful news” – said Leroy
“Wonderful – is there any bad news”
Elvin began tentatively – “well old boy
There is some bad news I brought you”

“What bad news - Elvin ” – Leroy asked
“Tell me – whatever - be what it might “
So Leroy started slow then said it fast
“Elvin - you’re pitchin’ tomorrow night”

Death is my gift!

Why did I  say this why is it true you seek to know

Life has been nothing but heartache and no happiness to show

My heart she is broken and is literally adrift

My life's been pain and sorrow so death is my gift

From when I was ten and was hurt beyond measure 

To my marriage I thought I would always treasure

Life has been nothing but cruel and nothing to uplift

I seek happiness and peace so death is my gift

And when my life is over and my time on Earth is done

I will smile a genuine smile that can't be undone

 I'll asend up to heaven and be ever so Swift

So you all will forever know why death was my gift!

             Zoey cup!

The ancients declared that all is meaningless

A chasing after the wind

The modernists claim that nothing is real

A consuming, constant dream

So what shall we say on our mortality;

What should we surmise of our souls?

We've all been screaming what we want to hear

And yet the truth quietly whispers, drowning our voices

We pay our very souls to safely cross the river Styx

Only to find that we can't leave Charon without them

We give our all to gain what our hearts desire,

And realize that we have lost everything to gain nothing

What man can bring back one second of his life;

Yet time seems worthless without entertainment

We campaign to save our fellow man,

By placing funds in already full pockets

Humans are dimensional amphibians, living both spirit and body,

The ghost in the machine

How light a heart in love!

How heavy a heart in sorrow

The weight of a soul drags me down

But hope can keep me alight

We strive for goodness through deeds and laws,

But laws are not for good deeds, or good people

We cannot live long alone, and yet push others away,

Until we are left with only our “selves”

We push and strive to become better than ourselves

Yet we can only grow inside our own nature

At what point in our quest to become God

Did we convert into the devil instead?