Fresh Out

From desk to desk, top bunk and cot to low bed under new fan.

I return no less, yet only that much more a man, I am.

I love and loved, my heart a public pulley.

I’ve pushed and shoved, been victim, perhaps. Been bully.

I cringed and cried in silence, and aloud I sang “Forgiveness please!”

Bled, punctured from the ethers trident. Bowed, and counted my sinless deeds.

I questioned “Why now!? So close, so far! Can I not reach out to call?”

Yet for no answer, I clenched my open scars, as pain rendered me to my knees to crawl.

The message that I have received, would seem on time if t’were not late.

She sings to me, and sad I grieve, to see her beauty strong, and soft, and slate.

My affection, and my service I gave her time and time on end.

I pity me then. How worthless, I bade her mine, and pined and primed.

And though my Ruby has returned, her sorrow grips me still.

Yet for my duty, pray I earn tomorrow’s lips be frill.

Yes, from my Ruby, nay I’ll turn. Tomorrow’s lips be frill.

Last Continuance

Morningtime. Showtime. Powdered make-up and all.

The protagonists smile and stand tall.

Everyone is me, and I them too.

The ones on the insid, and the ones calling names,

those with paid tongues, but most don't,

and I only wanna stand out to the old man between the flags.

Let him see my tie and suede loafers

As if they matttered.

'shoulda never gave you niggas money'...and I heard'em say...

A child still smiles.

Perhaps her laugh will frost us with grace.

Innocence is scarce in this place.

He opens up and talks choices. Reimbursements. Sensitivity for the English.

Check the money, Hail the queens income.

Rescuing from down under

Holding my receipt in case of defeat,

sitting sweet at my seat.

The learned of the law are left meek

for Here,

no absolution is complete.

The Bittersweet Wedding Singer

Long ride home. The coast is soaked from the rainfall that ended the celebrating and the working. Congratulations are hurried along before water damages stack up too high. They left it all on the dancefloor in their dresses and suits. Its always a good time. When you're at work it looks like it before and after you've put on a uniform. But perhaps no one noticed the floor had been swept. Perhaps they did. The miller light spin the soultrain bottle had to at least. Through the face and the beard it must be hard to hear a beautiful melisma over a dance ballad. Woes and so whats aren't worth any bread though. If there was a party goin on, it was missed by six craftsman making their offerings up. Eyes of stars gleaming in mine say 'well done'. Then they were heard, and the answers came down. Down and down until the lights in the sky went out. The dream is become premoniton, but the dreamer is yet awake. Under my song may the union be blessed.

Squizzle: Compilation Download

...A gifted vocalist once rendered within the opening phrases of a simple song lyric all that I wish you to do here...

"Lead me on...if you want.

Take my heart and my love.

Take of me all that you want."

...This is only, and all that I ask of you. You Lovers. You Thinkers. You drifters of no particular interest, and finders of very particular pleasures. May my youth and experience find you where ever you may drift and greet you with wisdom. And may may wisdoms craftsmanship nurture whatever pleasures you may enjoy.

I greet you once again with Melody, with Harmony, with Rhythm, with Rhyme, and with Rhetoric. My Stories Are True, and If you would but Listen, I'll Share them with You.

Here's one. It's called...

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1. Spell It Out (Intro)

2. I Can't Wait Until Tomorrow Comes! feat. Sound Syndicate

3. Foru2

4. Song Die

5. The Time Is Now

6. Relentless

7. Forever Stay

8. On Our Knees (Benediction)

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Longest July

Empty arms hold a world

defined by memories and explored

inside of a dreamplace.

There,

where vanity answers no valiant question

but family yet holds,

inspiring moments grow wings.

Also,

it will fly past along side them

if Love is not King and Keyring.

For this fare

guilt is an aftertaste.

However savored

the clench and chew

is only, was only

shallow.

The summer

and with the sea

have taught me this.

In spurts it sprays;

misting its forgiveness in fragrance.

The lofts

of Discipline and Faith

hold my charge

Steady at the helm

beneath a high moon

headed home.

What It'll Do

Looking for letters. First names. Because writing is too sacred for sinful hands. A moments redemption cost more than a moments attention.

So he’s talking now. Because I’ve nothing to say, And silence won’t suffice.

Words themselves die on ice, and breathe fire. So I cover my mouth when I caugh.

Poets are prisoners. Their cells the wide walls of Babylon blank and deep. Their lives are prayers heard only inside dreams keep. And they find solace in the journey to and from sleep.

A world within a few cubic feet, and all but no release. Water for wellness. Quarters for brand coffee, and whiskey to pay the devils toll. Prideful and assumptive. Lost in control.

Story teller story teller, ain’t you got no role to play? Ain’t you got no hole to lay? I’ll take it! And he stole the day. Smoothe into the dirt, like a mole in clay.

Pay no mind, ‘less my pockets get to jingle a little bit, or find and cue the cumbersome to tickle your pickle dick. So funky sweet how the fabricated air skeets on ya face. It can be arranged, this kind of meet and greet. And the keyboard doesn’t even have buttons to delete. But when it’s all over, better hold on to that receipt.

One said love is for those that believe in it. Yet what of those in which love believes? Hunts and tracks down sure as it breathes. Steals without warning with its band of honorable thieves. Thrives in the lives of the trees and the green leaves. Needs not permission to move. Claims any and everyone it shall so chose. Even those with woes, and who owes of the blues. It catches them toos.

Corners will shrink to fit the ego of man.

His world will break as he’s allowed his spirit to be. His Earth will forsake him as he did her.

The MasterTeacher does not offer pardon for the vengeful. It is not available to the disobedient.

Hear yourself. Heal yourself through humility.

Yet time is an illusion, and my watch a prism.

Find me lose me. Sweep me keep me.

Suai & Moscatel

Sweet ferment ravish

Tongue lavish that turns the lights off

Then I go down

All the way

to the switchboard to turn them back on

Careful though, for how long

Mole over the left, right?

That night

sitting in a glimpse of the moon

I was her first

Lips as grapes, I remember the taste

We sat

Black and white we'd face

All a distant fragrant memory

reliving itself in a dream

Hair sprawled out beneath me

Long brown lashes beseech me

to do the same

Lioness be tame

I know your name

Set my loins aflame but

never shall I proclaim

as others have of your fame

Nor you of mine

But hold I in your mind forever

As was my destiny

to give to you

Which mystery shall be solved

before my heart has resolved?

Yet another beauty

for my eyes to fall for

that makes my wrist

crawl on all fours

She with dark and light in spite

or her who's seen me since then

and steals me at night

when my sight is set

on seeing more than wrong or right?

Bent, knelt down

and delivered to her

as I did on her first

Sweetness to greet my thirst, or worse

My, what's written

and yet lies on lines

Basting as I'm tasting

such damn good wine