eyes

Vacant Eyes

Eyes Vacant

Neon-Sign Half-Lit-Sword-Swallowing

Blinking

Straight, a Big-Black Snake

Curls Down to the Heart

 

Why With So Many Bottles

Do We Sing-Slink-Along Alone

Why With So Many Words

Are We Still-Silent?

 

Can You Produce the Devil?

At Any Given Hour-

(Tying On His Shoes and Worried about Tommorrow, an Hour)

Will You Produce?

 

Sacred Sacrife In-Between Leaves

Five Colors

Don't Plot-It

It Ain't Cool Anymore

 

We Now Speak and Drink Easily

99 Of Us Didn't Get the Dinner Invitation

Get Me Fast to Greece

I'm a Plumber

 

Beginning Now

Stiff-Necked-Beast

A Mass of People Start to Revolutionize Peace

Draw-Bridge Pulled

 

It's Not a Castle We Seek

Nor Moat

It's Not a Castle We Seek

Just a Little Rain

 

Cool the Temperature on the Icicle

It's Running High Fevers

Stick-People Drawn Sunset

Who are the Figures?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Knees, Knives and White Eyes

Out from back to front

Death-sharp and menacing

Knives


Injesting insecticide

All the bees inside her belly will die

White eyes


Mush hide

Crystallize

Transformer


Electric-hair brush

One exposed knee

Smeared on orange-lips


Visions

Hanging Illusions

Truths burrow tight and deep













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Blind love~realized disguise~rap of life~line~time

aches & pains sever the line.

the train i've been tryin' to ride,

came off the tracks.

so here I am,

i'll just sit back on this dirt ground,

the air is thick with fog, while the sky cries,

there's a blue & black cloud bringin' me down..

 

money burning all around, while you starve & whine-

out of food now.. without love you've spent too much time.

i'm not a mother fucking slot machine,

so quit shoving in your two, three, four, five cents,

i'll spit it right back out!

 

while you're at home, feeding your addictions..

greed, alcohol, drugs & sex.. 

i'll be taking care of all these convictions.

you're not good at fuckin manipulation,

cause in your words I can taste it,

the lies you've coughed out,

fucking corn syrup, cough syrup,

preservatives, fucking sick shit. 

disgusting scent, you reek of dishonesty.

 

I never believed in you, cause you never believed in me.

i'll be gone before you can count to 3.. 

never again will you see me..

 

blind, kind, innocent blackness seeping into your mind..

darkness consumes, your night is full of gloom.

into the heavens you cannot see, 

because the pits of hell have taken over,

run away, lest it devours me.

 

sorry I couldn't help you,

the rope you tied around my neck got worn & broke.

so to this i'll take a toke, 

the sheets were torn,

your eyes bled melting plastic,

& your heart withered in scorn... 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

unusual of me, but I was really feeling some rap music today... & felt inspired. so here's the product. not that great but it speaks for me.

4.11.13

The Frown Syndrome People

Frown Syndrome people are nothing new,
I think they've been here before me or you,
Around and around on the merry-go-round,
They frown if they're white, and they frown if they're brown.

 

They frown in the city, and frown in the town,

When asked to stop frowning,
They will frown at you and say,
"I'll have to stand on my head,
Because this frown won't go away."

 

They will frown in the morning, and they'll frown in the night,
They will frown in the darkness, and frown in the light,
Those Frown Syndrome people, can become quite a sight!
I'm beginning to think that it just is not right!

 

We might smile, and greet them, with gracious 'hellos',
We might bring them some presents in boxes and bows,
We might paint them a smile with pretty pink crayons,
But no matter how pretty, smiles just never stay on!

 

The doctor is eager to give them a pill,
But the frowning comes back when he sends them the bill,
Some say that a hug could help brighten their day,
But the Frown Syndrome people don't like hugs, they say.

 

I think variations in people will be,
Underneath every syndrome we'll find,
If we look with our hearts beauty's easy to see,
What we miss when just using our mind.

 

 

© 2013

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

About what people just are... love them anyway.

The Crucifixion Of Humanity (formerly 'Eyes Wide Closed')

 

I found my daughter dead today with a needle in her arm,
I thought I taught her right from wrong to shield her from such harm.
Authorities preach “Just Say No!”.  Do they simply play the “game”?
Society yields a great cash flow…their naivety a shame.

Egos argue a dollar bill amount….
As innocent lives don’t seem to count….

A man decays behind steel bars…
He pays for his mistakes….   And ours.

The fight goes on…
What’s right?
What’s wrong?

The lesson’s learned.
Be careful what and how you enjoy.
This life….so brief….is not a toy….

         …….I found my daughter dead today.

 

© 2002

 

Edited by a Title Change 2013 © 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

 

When we read a story about someone else's misfortune, it can be difficult. That is when all we have been taught as child comes tumbling down upon us. It sears into our psyche and emotions in much the same way that a branding iron burns a mark onto the new flesh of a baby steer, leaving with us all of the anger that we can seemingly hold to last us a lifetime to fuel our revenge for who we perceive as the one who caused us to become so stigmatized by an event or action of another. When grave misfortune happens to ourselves, it can be quite different. Trauma is something that will make you or break you. Ask any veteran who has healed from the traumas of war if given the chance, would they have declined invitation into the military. You may be surprised to hear that many of them will say that they have no regrets and would never change a thing. I do not know, because I am no where near an expert on much of anything at all, let alone psychiatry, but I am pretty sure that is how it is supposed to work in the best scenario, given the fact that there has not to my knowledge, ever been born, a person who has lived a full life without having things go wrong. Things are suppposed to go wrong, I think. The phrase, 'life handed to them on a silver platter' doesn't really happen to anyone. It is a fairytale that we imagine happens. The murderer, the rapist, the theif, the adulterer, usually has a previous life of hell or psychological and emotionsl turmoil before they commit the horrific acts that we judge without any consideration to our own tresspasses or what they must have experienced to commit the act in the first place. It is much easier for us to project the 'good vs bad' scenario that man's conditioning has created and shove them away into the darkness of our minds, crossed off the list as 'a job well done', and move on as if we have completed the task. It doesn't work. On the other side of the karmic drama we have the first time victim, who usually sees life cloaked in a picture frame of pleasantry and flower paved roads until the plastic shell that their conditioning created buckles under the rigors of reality and cracks the surface to give their soul a breath of it's own antipathy to balance the scales of justice within. And then there are those from war torn countries who have lived nothing but trauma... I do not know, but understanding trauma now as I do, I am thinking about what happened on September 11, 2001, was altogether different from what we were told. If we do not see trauma for what it is, --a need for the balance of inner harmony-- it can result in years of pain and anguish, and the trauma is never healed. The divine spark within us will continue to create the same story over and over in our lives until we learn to accept our best and most useful self as the version of who we are....who we were meant to be from birth, before the opinions of conditioning and the scales of justice invented by men twisted our own inner scales and toppled down our divine tower of reasoning and discernment that was meant to shape the puzzle piece of ourseves to fit the larger puzzle we call 'life'.

Accepting facts can be difficult when it comes to a truth that we must face about ourselves. We can ignore it, justify our actions, hide it away as though it never happened, and see what we want to see. When we broaden our scope of vision, we can clearly see that everyone has these moments in their lives. The things we endured did not happen because we were, or are, any better or worse than anone else. They happened because they were meant to happen for us to learn from. In between the taboos, conditioning, and lies that we are raised with, some people are able, through spirituality, through a 'God', through another friend or relative whose lives touch them in some magical way, to break down the walls within ourselves and look at the world in a way that promotes the balance and peace of mind we need to accept that we are human, and we make mistakes. Sometimes, a ray of light somehow makes it through the tiny cracks in the places of our mind where we have neglected to be merciful with ourselves, and we become free to accept that we all enter this life with a purpose, each individually designed to complete it's own task in order to move the wheels of evolution a step furthur into the future for ourselves, our loves ones, and the people of this planet. The great wall of our conditioning can run alongside of each culture like a childhood friend. We honor it as our friend, we love it as we do our cultural birthright, but like any friend, it has no capability or place in our lives when it comes to our own innate discernment about our purpose on this earth.  A mirror reflection of our dark side, it is there to remind us we are fallible, but only if we have the ears to listen to it.

We justify our right to label those who do not deserve the labeling to give them, under the petty faults of our 'parents, teachers, and society's' judgements of 'right' and 'wrong', 'their purpose' whilst being ignorant to our gods, divne intelligence and inner gifts without conscience in attempt to  create harmony for ourselves without regard to the harmony of all beings, and then we wonder why the pieces of our puzzle do not fit. It doesn't make sense.

"I found my daughter dead today"

Spiral to the moon

the eyes are so beautiful... 

people abuse their lips too often.. 

ugly words.. distraught faces.

passing through dark voids.. 

black spaces.. 

footprints in cement..

writing in sand.. 

 

mistakes made, but by the time I realize..

it always seems just too late.

maybe we don't deserve a second chance..

sometimes I feel like that's all I need.

guess i'll have to deal.

 

in my mind, i've kneeled to you & cried.

in this heart, my yearning towards you will not subside so easily.

my soul is screaming..

there's a spirit looking down..

such disappointment,

destroying me.

 

false reality you try & pull her into..

worn limbs, shattered smiles, heavy eyes.

the pain is swelling..

so fake, you keep on, like a robot, with no cause...

fuck these man-made laws.

I don't need your restriction to enjoy myself.

these rules crash down, fallen stones on the ground..

 

I will blow away with the leaves, for I am not stablized as the trees.

some night, near or distant, I will fly up & greet the moon..

when I get there, i'll ask, "is it still too soon...?"

Not the only one going crazy~

Dark night, bright moon,

you lit my heart on fire.

scorching sun, you have given me purpose,

it lifts me higher.

 

drift into sleep, I'm wishing to see you in my dreams...

at least I can feel you there..

I miss the way you'd push back your hair..

off to the side when you just don't care..

 

the taste of June.. 

the scent of July.. 

the warmth of August.. 

September i'll always remember.

October is way worth to forget.

feeble, faint... 

 

painting a portrait with this soul that reminds me of you,

smudged & running.. 

is this all now but a delusion...?

I can't help but question... 

 

please precious smile, stay with me for a long while.

eyes so piercing..

i'm sorry I can't stop myself from recapping..

it's breaking me apart inside

but i'll hold myself together & stick around for the ride..

 

shallow waters.. low tide.

stop trying to pry open my head.. 

i'll keep shaking you off to the side, instead..

if you can't understand these petty complexes..

i'm not the only one going crazy.

i'm not asking you to save me.. 

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3.13.13

Apologies from a Sinner

Last night I dreamt about you. 

you were here, and you loved me too. 

I looked inside your big blue eyes,

and you cracked a smile and forgot all my lies. 

 

 

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Swimming Eyes

I want to swim in your eyes,

ride each wave,

taste each salty tear. 
I want to be dragged beneath the surface

and witness everything you've ever seen.
What you see as beautiful,

what you see as sorrow,

what you saw yesterday,

what you'll see tomorrow,

I want to be there,

watching from your eyes,

riding each wave,

tasting each salty tear.  

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