What next….
Patience in timely fashions
I observe in serene detail
Of altercations entrusted
In my robot cloak
Catching corporate cuffs
Lost from deprive
By feint emulsions
Frickering short constants
And my love for my life
My love for now
Head turn with small grins
What holds me tight
Will let me fall
And give me light
Re: -My poem today-
Someone wrote this to me:
take all the ugly
from your soul today
and think about
what is good for it again
filling ourselves with empty liquid
that wont ever take away
the memories or words
remember what it felt like when
you got a hug or a kind word
or when you loved someone
more than yourself
we are amazing through
are own eyes no one can be us
were strong and royal we love more
than most people do in a lifetime
Anonymous
I love when people send me stuff. Thank alot for the poem.
Toddle like the junkie heroes of colfax
Blowing cigarette smoke towards the northeast corner of colfax and york
Breath in heavy hiccups
And taking in the dreary aspects of work
I bite my tongue
And the night so young
Awaiting my drunken friends return
Anticipation of a late night burn
Request to a delay of coffin
Awaken upon bitter often
Might as well a junkie
In the junkies alley
Oppucied more of the winters slip
Then observe the junkies grip
The moon guide me forward
As my drunken stilts waddle me downward
Up ahead he dance like a monkey
Just another alleyway junkie
Denver 2008
Standing
Waiting on drunken stilts
I seeked the beauty
That had already been present
Rescue these inhibitions
Because they make no sense
Yet I find interest in
Understanding
Why do I stand here
What is my next step
I hide upon return
Fore no one knows
What I had seen
Or what I want
Lost looks drive me further
Happiness, yours and mine
Are on trial
My optimism
Thinking it will evetually get better
Drove me deeper in denial
As months down the road
I ask again
Why do I stand here
What is my next step
Things change
And that is good enough
I stand in happiness
Note: mourning creative lesions
The beach is what got us there
Scum is what kept us there
There is a high cost at owning the world
Its the biggest loss At knowing the world
To wake up finally
Is a hard nose driving Into excavating
Our deities protect us without consciousness
Though we did not Suffer the consequence
Whether we believe it or not
We have began at our beginning spot
Relics in the sky
The distance between plain view
Far
Trusting your heart
Forgiven
Reverberation in mixed sight
Retain love nor light
Carelessly Dropping pennies
Cashing our suicides
Listing pages from every book and cranny
The living in dead space a nice walk in hyphened chalk
Being there
Dead but happy
My feet walk me slow
Ill choose my apathy
When and where
I must go
St. Paul 2011
Sure dude!
Blankblankblankblankblankblackblankbankbonkblankblankblankblankblank! Streets. Seats. Wrong ways. Cold days. Chicken sandwich. Speed up. Coffee cup. Wanna be gangsta. Wanna be the lone ranger. Black man with the back hand. Don’t touch me. Don’t love me. Hoodrich with a richbitch. Tall skies. Henry eyes. Smiling cries. Sure dude!
St. Paul 2011
Note: Title Unknown
With a future in sight
A painful glow
Picturing you back with me
Now back to reality
The street feeling the weight of a thousand weeping lives
Punishing their support
seeking lower with our highs
Gaze at the eyes that look down
Waiting for the moments
We found, so profound
When Im up Im so low
When Im here Im not there
When we hurt i don’t care
Trust me I can’t even amaze myself
With all the love u gave
Hard not to behave
Like children
Take the emotional toys
Spread this mess
Take these emotional joys
And arrest this dress
I watch a thousand crows Find room to perch in this cold heat
I watch a thousand flakes fall from so high up
I watch myself move forward and look back
But catch my feet
St. Paul 2011
Happiness in the eyes of a….
On grand i stand tall
Waiting on 63
Dreaming of my hungover Owl
Waiting for your call.
I died on the beach, the old me.
The more i wrap my mind around it.
These eyes wake each day.
As cold blood starts pouring.
Glancing at all the snowflakes falling.
The heart’s search for wealth.My mind full of self.
St. Paul 2011
Listening to: Braids – Lemonade
