Cause when they make life, they break life.
They don’t read the stop signs and break lights.
Then when they mistake life, they take life.
That’s not ate right, that’s a cake bite.
Wide awake, right?

I thought maybe I should tell her.
I was always gonna be her elder.
I was always gonna be his elder at this pace.
Bare assed and embarrassed
with the appearance of my parents’ embarrassment on my face.
Then a book of grace.
Vanished without a trace.
Did I race?
Did I catch up?
Was I behind?
Fess up, you’re blind.
It always was crazy to say we have crazy minds.
They always were the lazy ones that say we are lazy
cause the time doesn’t pay me for my time.
Maybe I should rhyme and make it more interesting.
Fine.
Now buy my lines.
If logic gets respect in this world
then this is not a crime.
No one helped me with my design.
I just got nickel and dimed
while I owed all of mine.
Thanks for the drugs.
Dine.


I was a stranger to everything.
I felt endangered by everything.
And if I couldn’t help the nature of everything,
I would make sure to empty what I bring,
then fill it up.
Let me sing.
Pills and a cup.
Happy king.
Yup.

Parents might have did this, the spirit is right, and daring to do what you would.
If you knew you could.
Clarifying existence, experiencing life, and sharing what’s come up with that’s good.

It has purpose.
I want to do something of service
to something that pays me for my time and depth of my work,
the best of my worth,
and doesn’t think that I’m a jerk.
What can I do to serve more than dirt?
What can we do to swerve away from hurt and be alert?

I care to see
a new way to tickle my buttons.
Ya know that’s really something.
For free.
Have I got nothing to be?

A better world to wake up to
may come true.
We’re gonna get better
together
as some do.
And we will have fun too
as you love to
cause I love you.
I’m new.
I’m not the things that clung to
in a hung zoo.
I let the cleansing just run through
and become glue
for the bad.
Getting it out and leaving me with everything I have.
Now I’m glad.
It feels like a bath
for being sad.
I have to be your Dad.
What’s the matter if the hatter isn’t mad
at a little lad?
It’s not a riddle that I add.
Graduate from where u ate your grad.
I’m a comrade.
Bomb, rad.

Sounds like a rap; I wanna hear it.

Go thinky.
Yo, I’m inky.
And I’m pointy.
Appoint me.
I make points for the oinky.
I’m the oink key.
Don’t disjoint me.
I’m also a monk key. Anoint me.
Someone throw me a banana.
Don’t disappoint me and my plan Bruh.
I’m a man, yuh.
I’ll try to fly and try to land ya.
Thick like peanut butter and I’m a jammer.
A jamMa.
Don’t go and throw me in the slammer.
I’d never damn her.
Damn yuh.

Birds.
Clarity.
Sorry for the naughty words.
Sorry for the vulgarities.
Part of me just gotta be heard as I’m a rarity.
Being lost is all that’s scaring me.
Being found does not embarrass me.
On the ground you leave my bare ass be,
and if I stand because you’re daring me
then I should be fair and free
which can rarely be.

Just tell it.
A mind is a terrible thing to waste.
If psychedelics make use of my mind then I’ll find them bearable to taste.
Parables to face.
Sharable to the race
as the rats chase cheese,
and that’s haste indeed setting the pace.
In any case I need bass,
a poem and a home base.
A known ace.
Some grown grace.
My dome braced as it roams in space for it’s own place while it’s displaced.
Why’s facebook got a book on this face and has it been misplaced?
What a disgrace, but I stay in place just in case.
Adjusting the apes and being placed in place on a plate is what it takes.
A meal that’s real or fake.
Asked to hit the gas and forget the brake.
The path goes unpaved and I bravely bathe my ass in a lake.
Fall and make it all naked as I bake cake.
Make a buck with any luck for fuck’s sake.
How much did you take?

Goodnight Mommy.
Write on me.
The sights saw me.
I was scrawny,
but they didn’t taunt me.
I got a lot, it’s hot to haunt me.
Johnny-on-the-spot got me.
Ya caught me and I’m busted.
Man, I’ve rusted,
dusted,
and adjusted.
No more fuss with what is trusted.
It’s silly that I was disgusted.
It’s my pal, I maladjusted.
I shall be your husband,
and they wasn’t.
Yay, buzzing.

Bird.
I’m all nerves.
Worked on by herbs.
What does it serve when I can’t preserve my reserves?
Heard the words I tell them.
I have nowhere I am welcome.
I don’t fit.
I know it is seldom to know it and tell them.
No $hit.
Well then, I believe
I’ll make no more and leave.
Please don’t grieve.
It was all a disease and it’s ease that we need.
Harder than you think to be freed from the weeds
where you don’t count my deeds.
Look, I found some seeds that told me not to proceed.
No need.
No good.
It bleeds. Always would.
Let me leave like I should.
Never could.
I gave a fuck and worked on my luck but never got a buck.
It sucks and I’m stuck.
Make money for what?
Children?
I aint chilling where they kill them,
fu©k them up then put a pill in.
Maybe I should pay the bills then.
But do I really wanna hang around plugged into your electricity
where we debate the rating of our ethnicity?
It’s best to test specifically
for the contents of a person.
Thirsting while it worsens.
Aint I just the worst thing?

Gonna make it through the narrow.
Straight as an arrow.
Breathe a little air with no hate for the pharaoh.
Keep a little hair I can spare for the sparrow and
it’s harrowing.
Where’s those things?
What’s inside and where’s the wings?
Take a ride to chairs that sing
on a swing.
Cannot I too be a king?
Maybe to you it’s just a ring,
or a fling.
Nothing to tie to a string,
or bring.
Needing.
It’s my easing.
Bees sting.
What am I a Klingon in a sling?
It’s freezing where I cling.
I wanna go where no man has gone before again,
and be your win.
Be your window to what’s in.
Where’ve you been?
I don’t have a twin and this is my skin.
I took it all on the chin and can still go spin.
Know your kin.
And know to what it’s akin.
This again.

No.
I don’t want to do that for you
in all the ways you demand it be done.
But I am the one.
And I can’t anyway even though I am your son,
which is no fun.
You give me all this $hit as if you know a ton.
Bit©h, you know none.
Won’t believe us cause we’re devious
while your thesis is on how Jesus would be spun.
Now I wouldn’t even cum for a nun.
After you freeze us you can run for your gun.
My need is for sun, I’m not dumb.
See? No one won.

My $hit stinks. See it in ink.
But so does yours. Of course there’s doors. Think.
I’m not a narcissist, there’s a heart in this, linked.
I’m not a flea, I give for free even if I sink.
It’s just me, what would you be? Sync.
See?
A tree you can’t shrink.

Invasion.
How much medication have we taken?
Our head is racing towards an erasing.
Drawing freehand is basically tracing.
Patiently waiting while I work on my vacation.
The minute hands are a minute ahead when they stay latent.
I don’t see any need to see the need for your debating.
I was fine on the other line for some time before call waiting.
I only got love but I look like I’m all hating.
The glove, the ball, the bait and
a small aphid
on a wait list
to call David.
The star of pavement.
We are, so save it
for the cavemen.
For sure my favorite.
I played your plagiarists on the playlist.
Whatever it pays to have patience for the abrasions
and euthanasia using Asians who can’t get my raisins.
So look at me dip into this nation’s savings.
What are your expectations?
The youth in Asia are amazing.
Let’s keep good relations.

Sell a little, do most gratis.
Missile from the crystal lattice.
They have at the gristle and cohabit with my apparatus,
causing a racket in my palace.
Go ask Alice if there are flowers in the attic,
and if with malice they called her just an addict.
Utterances so vatic and
Mother rinses the Vatican. Up and at it.
Who planned it dynamically with what’s static
in my absence on the sabbath
while debating my status as I practiced?
I strive to thrive with balanced bites of cactus.
I’ve had it.
I’ve had it with fanatics of dramatics.
Who’s the man? Well Dad is.
Pregnant eggs don’t spoil rabbits.
I wanna keep my royal habits.
Lavish.

Rolling.
Pulling.
Owing.
We’ll just give it back and nothing’s really stolen.
We’re golden.
Going.
I just wanna become what I’m knowing.
It’s growing.
Soul in.
Soul out.
Go in,
see about the pound of flesh you’ve chosen
to be stolen
while none of me is frozen
from when I was dozing and in doubt.
Until I count.

Honesty. Honestly.
Progress and modesty.
I’m a boss. I’m a prodigy.
Random $hit don’t mean a lot to me, sonically.
What’s even with $teven aint even odd to me.
Can’t fix the economy, someone is robbing me.
And they say that I aint even got a commodity.
Or maybe I got them but they haven’t bought any.
And I saw just raw pennies.
I do the cooking and I do the botany.
What’s got to be’s got to be.
What’s not true is not truly got so it rots to me,
and I can’t be on duty.
It’s dawn to be onto me.
It’s God to me saw through me.
It’s pasta with sauce and we toss some in awesomely.
Pick a new blossom Bee.
Looking for keys and you know that it’s God you see.
I can’t be God but I won’t be a wannabe.
If I am the bomb then who could be bombing me?
Whatever I got, I will just remain calm and free.
I get lit and it talks to me.
I do the laundry.
It’s a song to me.

Said it on a head trip.
System of metric.
Electric
guitar.
Eccentric.
Bizarre.
Blend it with our son.
Arson, it’s fire.
Pardoned desire.
Hardened and tired.

Cartons of wire.
Starting to aspire to be expired.
It’s higher
than me.
I’m trying to be and see.
I need leniency and keys.
What you have conveniently in me
when I’m in need.
An angel in me.
I never did want to be a weed
strangling a tree.
I’d rather it be the tree is me
triangulating 3
for free.
It’s an expensive thing to be.

Grand total.
Well I thought the total was pretty grand.
But it’s anecdotal.
And I’m just a man
with a soul.
Thrown in a hole for being full
from seeing the whole.
Me and the toll
I pay.
I may have a goal.
To be okay,
and on a roll while playing my role and
plan as if I even fit into what was stolen.
Why wouldn’t it again be golden?
What I’m holding.
Embolden when I’m old and
hold.
I was told it would get cold in the mold cause it never sold.
Behold.
To only grow as controlled
is a dead end road I strolled with the load.
Is there nothing that goes with my own mode?
I was just told I endlessly owed and mine didn’t count.
So I doubt what’s bestowed
as I explode out.
The best flowed with the mess exposed.
So onto the next rose as I decompose.
We got clothed.
Loved by some and by some loathed.
What was proposed?
I face my pace until case closed,
or disclosed.
It's what this shows.

I really enjoy your poetry.
I especially love the elements of flow-of-consciousness and free association that you use.



One love

I know.
I come and I go.
I know what I meant.
By the time it ends I will have came and have went.
Glad if I pay the rent
but for life I don’t have a cent.
They say I can only spend cause I was lent gravy.
Oh baby.
That’s a No, not a Maybe.

I don’t feel I’m a democrat or a republican either.
Neither one has a real leader,
and they’re cheaters.
If I don’t find benefit in being an eater,
then I’ll know all about robbing Paul to pay Peter,
and Peter to pay Paul.
Play ball.
If only I was able.
It’s not a fable that I brought to the table.
You may need to read the label to see me,
but you just watch cable T.V.

Yours is more easy.
I have more patience than what would freeze me in place.
That’s why I’ll never win the race with my face.
I’ll play my ace and get by with grace.
Yours was all done with more haste,
and it fu©ked up my pace
back to home base.

Don’t want that flowless treble and bass.
Be glad to be erased from space without a trace.
Was just a flower in the vase.
Sour taste.
What a waste of my time.
Why do I rhyme?
You see no connection to a musical time?
Was a simple sign.
Now I just want mine.
You got yours and that’s fine.
It doesn’t happen so fast for my amount of shine
on this side of the line
where I’m paid just a little for a big amount of design.
That’s why I need crime.
My pickle got nickel and dimed.
A head so ahead it’s behind.
A key to my mind.
See what I signed?
Language.
Enough meat for a sandwich.
I’m a man Bit©h.
This damn itch.
This damage.
At a disadvantage but I’ll manage.
Cause I shouldn’t be the managed.
You shouldn’t be in charge.
You shouldn’t be a sergeant or hard for Large Marge.
These are our stars.
What kind of tard would put a car on Mars
instead of feeding people the cards?
So I’m on guard in my yard
and I quit the cigars.
It’s just bizarre.
Disbarred.

Wow... love the pictures, some beautiful cacti.

I also like his beautiful cacti.

I used to have a big collection I took the best care of I could in a very northern climate. I lost that and the mesc stash in a house fire but everyone made it out okay and I have for now replaced my stash. :>