Hey mom
Did they drop the bomb?
Will I make it home in time for the race?
I am in a hurry
For that long, undulating,American pace

Waiting for beauty is unbearable
Working for rewards ignorant
Making myself crazy for vanity is where I had my time spent

Life in the western hemisphere
Makes the myth of self-esteem appear
Appear like a wolve in sheeps clothing
A person feels hollow for not owning
Possesing the proper colors of clothing

The wrong shoes, the wrong watch, The wrong waist, The wrong taste
The midnight robbery brought on by haste
The mother cying
The son’s life a waste

I feel the afternoon sloth running through my veins
My dis-ease is yelling that nothing has changed
The thought of just giving in is prevalent
But not today….

Not today
Will I succumb to the idiot between my ears
Not today
Will I be weighed down by fears
Not today
Hopefully not for years

Stay poor and die lying

The epitome of modern youth

Get rich or die trying

The furthest from the truth

Truth not in the sense of honest intentions

But truth in the way of natural directions

Truth in the language of the heart

Truth in the way humans were meant to be from the start

Truth to the self

Unblinded to the ways of desired wealth

Coming at the expense of spiritual health

Coming at the expense of loved ones needs

Coming without attention to several heeds

Intuitive dishonesty

Mental Sodomy

Raping the ideal self

Of who we should be

Until drastic change

And thoughts re-arrange

More generations will stay poor and die lying

..See The Music..

My inspiration is more like desperation
The less inspired, the better the poetry
Maybe not better but therapeutic for me

Changing attitude is the norm
About impossible to keep a form
Looking for positive in ambivalent
Searching for continence
Result self hated
So simple that it..s complicated

Easily difficult
Perfectly fault
Limited gains
Maximum Loss

Who knows?

Words to carve
Wood to write
All the result of the inner fight

Blistering winds
Washing my sins
Pelts of ice
Beating me into submission

The cold city is filled with pity
And freezes the proud
Cracking humility
Which breaks off in small pieces

Low temperatures
Bring low tempermants
Forcing a moral inventory
And a recounting of gratitude

For inside it is warm
Heat being synonomous with love
And cold with loneliness

But
Maybe loneliness in the cold is truly love
For if I were not cold and helpless
I would not look above
If I were not stuck outside
I need not yearn for the warmth inside

The cold therefore is my warmth
Prompting me to come forth
Come forth with humility
Depend on somebody
When freezing and lonely and powerless
When cold I really am blessed

If I were 20 years younger

We would be married, no doubt

If our struggles were different

If our habits healthy

Do not think to be an object of lust

For meeting you, my kindness a must

In your humour, your smile, your laugh

I have been graced

And I imagine the past

I think thoughts of your beauty

Fantasize of what providence was thinking

Fantasize about what you were like

Who you would be under different circumstances

I would be a liar if I said this about only Pam

For there are many an ugly beauty

That have forced my sadness

Witnessed to me a few

These victims of modern neglection

Wonderful people

My soul in detection

My heart of rejection

Gail, with bright eyes

And matching smile

Most think her time to die

Is a short while

Not to me though

This is not my thought

For I’ll remember her charity

Not the destruction she sought

I’ll remember her gladness

And embracing hugs

Not her thin body

Emaciated by drugs

For who will respect her if not I?

Who will imagine the beauty that once formed her thigh?

In high school I’m sure many were impressed

And she then fell victim

To the devil’s many tests

And how about Barb

The victim of John

Who was pretty

About whom I could write a whole song

The things which she did

And the life which she lived

The bare necessity

The bare body

To no one was hid

I will forgive her

Although to me she did no wrong

But I will love her

For no one else will

All these queens

Surround us on earth

And because of condition

To us have no worth

And what about those to who they gave birth?

A whole different subject

Which I will cover in verse

But until that day,that minute, that hour

I will mourn the women for which i cried first

Love has no conditions
And is an action not a feeling
Until it is recognized as divine
Love has no meaning

Until Love is unthought
And unheard
It is only a word
Only a self obsession

Love is not yours
Love is cosmic
Think you own love?
You are a comic

Love knows no weather
Overlooks injury
Overlooks action
Love is not satisfaction

Love is brutal
Eternally True
Can you create love?
Think about it the next time you say I love you

Do you?
Or do you enjoy the way you feel?
Tell them
Keep it real

Love is not in a sitcom
Or at the matinee
Love is in the action
Not in what I say