Addictions for sleeping in
Brilliance that wasn't there before the first hit
Open eyed Rosalyn stuck in a dream
Priest reconsidering religon in midst of exorcism
Art in black and white past the movies.life
Finally giving in and chess once you turn A St.
Mexico and black tar and Jazz before dinner
Unorganized the wisest of men for Casablanca broken hearts
Strings in the guitar plucked and seduced because of whiskey
5 days of not having been back but coffee still there
Funk & Joy & Colors & Smoke mindless you turn as she...
Monday, August 31, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Respiration
Subejects of identity over cigarettes and textbooks
The insanity of trying to put words to feelings best expressed in the other
Don't you know what music is for?
Back against the wall wearing a three piece with the chains
Intoxicated as he's supposed to walking by the broken hearted
hedonist turned away from the romantic begger he gave his clothes to
The song he sings is soul over the battle drum in the distance
Miles sent a melody for future lovers fooled by chocolate
Black fist left young blue eyed anonymous abandoned his leather jacket
for feeling the same cold, despite what's been written
The insanity of trying to put words to feelings best expressed in the other
Don't you know what music is for?
Back against the wall wearing a three piece with the chains
Intoxicated as he's supposed to walking by the broken hearted
hedonist turned away from the romantic begger he gave his clothes to
The song he sings is soul over the battle drum in the distance
Miles sent a melody for future lovers fooled by chocolate
Black fist left young blue eyed anonymous abandoned his leather jacket
for feeling the same cold, despite what's been written
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Carl Solomon
The one song missed, and it hurts because you accept it
Panic for the lack of guilt towards the brick wall you built
The most romantic of men seduced by the charasmatic whore
She sings and lights cigarettes after makefuck/pretendlove.anonymous
Synonymous forms of art to express the same ways to cool
Arranged by Thelonious pipe tobacco and a hat for the night to come
Lost lover on the path to her bedroom for a person to not.fuckjustlisten
She's thrown off by your lack of an erection but abundance in vulnerabilities
Upset by your inability to be affected by sex and ice cream.italwaysmadeherfeelbetter
High and induced ecstasy as she played the strings to her tribute to Bob
Drunk with rhythm in his stumble in his attempt to catch her eye
Ferry boat set out to sea for dancers out to find the song neglected
Panic for the lack of guilt towards the brick wall you built
The most romantic of men seduced by the charasmatic whore
She sings and lights cigarettes after makefuck/pretendlove.anonymous
Synonymous forms of art to express the same ways to cool
Arranged by Thelonious pipe tobacco and a hat for the night to come
Lost lover on the path to her bedroom for a person to not.fuckjustlisten
She's thrown off by your lack of an erection but abundance in vulnerabilities
Upset by your inability to be affected by sex and ice cream.italwaysmadeherfeelbetter
High and induced ecstasy as she played the strings to her tribute to Bob
Drunk with rhythm in his stumble in his attempt to catch her eye
Ferry boat set out to sea for dancers out to find the song neglected
Monday, August 24, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Follow The Leader
Heroes and Sheroes written for history
or unsung left to roam along the road
less traveled
Unnoticed in the corner watching her
sing indulging in her aura holding onto
the colors to paint his next picture
Uneasy on a worn mattress in his
apartment that faces east pokes
him in the eye to remind of the night
before
Untouched in the picket line as the
beast comes to enforce their "freedom"
and their connection to the creator
Undecided on the poison to take her
very soul away you dont want to risk
her falling in love with you and reading
your journals
Word, and dedications to the one who know's why the caged bird sings...
or unsung left to roam along the road
less traveled
Unnoticed in the corner watching her
sing indulging in her aura holding onto
the colors to paint his next picture
Uneasy on a worn mattress in his
apartment that faces east pokes
him in the eye to remind of the night
before
Untouched in the picket line as the
beast comes to enforce their "freedom"
and their connection to the creator
Undecided on the poison to take her
very soul away you dont want to risk
her falling in love with you and reading
your journals
Word, and dedications to the one who know's why the caged bird sings...
Lucien Midnight
There Mary is, sitting in front of the diner
looking for someone with a spare light
There's a double meaning to her wait
Oh though they'll only offer her one
Charles Mingus powerfully raping his
trumpet after falling in love
Holding the book as if it's the only thing
that can save her from being seen
She turns the pages, and flicks her cigarette
with her long fingernails still wearing her sunday
best
"Good enough for God!" she exclaimed while
taking off the shirt she borrowed from papa
last week
"Don't leave me if it felt good" She cried while
trying to contain her need for her morning
coffee
She prayed to the wrong God and got too
high to realize she was offering her body
to Jesus
She's too afraid to admit he touched her in
way that wasn't meant for her to cum
but she did it anyway
Damned her saviour to hell for leaving before
she could wake up
Only to find out he left hoping to surprise her
with breakfast when she first got back
looking for someone with a spare light
There's a double meaning to her wait
Oh though they'll only offer her one
Charles Mingus powerfully raping his
trumpet after falling in love
Holding the book as if it's the only thing
that can save her from being seen
She turns the pages, and flicks her cigarette
with her long fingernails still wearing her sunday
best
"Good enough for God!" she exclaimed while
taking off the shirt she borrowed from papa
last week
"Don't leave me if it felt good" She cried while
trying to contain her need for her morning
coffee
She prayed to the wrong God and got too
high to realize she was offering her body
to Jesus
She's too afraid to admit he touched her in
way that wasn't meant for her to cum
but she did it anyway
Damned her saviour to hell for leaving before
she could wake up
Only to find out he left hoping to surprise her
with breakfast when she first got back
A Coney Island of the Mind
I want a home to roam on my own
Write verses to urge Jesus to come out of his hiding place
A mirror in a bathroom to contemplate her beauty
A Love Supreme travels through the hallway
Pipe Tobacco lingers and it's all making her
reconsider you for more
The old earth comes earlier than expected
You could still feel the buzz from the night before
Old meals from home that make you despise time
If only it was all so simple as it was
$5 doesn't hold you over like it used to
Cream and sugar is a painful way to settle
But it'll all do for now
Write verses to urge Jesus to come out of his hiding place
A mirror in a bathroom to contemplate her beauty
A Love Supreme travels through the hallway
Pipe Tobacco lingers and it's all making her
reconsider you for more
The old earth comes earlier than expected
You could still feel the buzz from the night before
Old meals from home that make you despise time
If only it was all so simple as it was
$5 doesn't hold you over like it used to
Cream and sugar is a painful way to settle
But it'll all do for now
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Bags' Groove
The feeling of friendship and the defence of powdered heaven
Kindly asking for an offer, it would of been easier if it was the
clothes off my back, or my sister, sadly to say.Milesunderstood
Brought the cool to the blue note in 7 steps, next came Jesus
Offered you Bitches Brew and the guitar kind of threw you off
It's a new decade, and she just doesn't get you lustful and insane
anymore
1958, Folsom St. fur coat warmth for madam considering sinning
with the beatnik who kindly lit her cigarette
The hedonism in his pen invites her to excuse herself politely
go behind the door to touch her breast.fuckmelikeyoulovemeandoeverythingyoucantomakemebelieveyoumeanit
Called her a bitch and said the pussy was good
Too prideful to admit the intimacy you felt because
it scares you to fall in love with someone so insane
Kindly asking for an offer, it would of been easier if it was the
clothes off my back, or my sister, sadly to say.Milesunderstood
Brought the cool to the blue note in 7 steps, next came Jesus
Offered you Bitches Brew and the guitar kind of threw you off
It's a new decade, and she just doesn't get you lustful and insane
anymore
1958, Folsom St. fur coat warmth for madam considering sinning
with the beatnik who kindly lit her cigarette
The hedonism in his pen invites her to excuse herself politely
go behind the door to touch her breast.fuckmelikeyoulovemeandoeverythingyoucantomakemebelieveyoumeanit
Called her a bitch and said the pussy was good
Too prideful to admit the intimacy you felt because
it scares you to fall in love with someone so insane
Friday, August 21, 2009
Apartment Jam Sessions
The pen feels funny when it's forced.sometimesyoutrytofindwordstodescribethemostmeaninglessofsoundsjusttofeellikethere'satleastsomethingoutthereyoucan understand.
Have you forgotten the arrangements of Charlie Parker?
Wrote the cool note for the one who always showed up early
Left a $5 tip and it's the only you payed attention to
Had a sip of Jose to catch a quick glance without her noticing
Mama used to whip me across the back with a strap
The tree was perfect the way it was, until I came
Now they won't consider taking it away to
just end up throwing away later
it means too much to me to just be held on display
one time in one month, then bring it to it's death to
signify the new year
Word the Bird.
Have you forgotten the arrangements of Charlie Parker?
Wrote the cool note for the one who always showed up early
Left a $5 tip and it's the only you payed attention to
Had a sip of Jose to catch a quick glance without her noticing
Mama used to whip me across the back with a strap
The tree was perfect the way it was, until I came
Now they won't consider taking it away to
just end up throwing away later
it means too much to me to just be held on display
one time in one month, then bring it to it's death to
signify the new year
Word the Bird.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
4th Chamber
What the fuck? I just witnessed one
of my sisters friends try to flirt with
pop dukes. That has got to be the
most disturbing shit I've ever been
subjected to.
If I fuckin' catch this bitch anywhere
in my house ass naked, rolling around
in a bunch of rose petals... I'm pulling
out the fatal flying guillotine. Word the motha!
Sisters friend:
Me:
...Cause I don't play that shit.
of my sisters friends try to flirt with
pop dukes. That has got to be the
most disturbing shit I've ever been
subjected to.
If I fuckin' catch this bitch anywhere
in my house ass naked, rolling around
in a bunch of rose petals... I'm pulling
out the fatal flying guillotine. Word the motha!
Sisters friend:
Me:
...Cause I don't play that shit.
Naked Lunch
Sinners of sentences forced to express in rhythm
Amnesia feels guilty only when they say so
The song isn't long enough for you to
feel like it's right to fall in love with her
There's a question I just can't seem to answer
because the painter can't decide what color to use
The brown on her skin, the powder white around her nose,
the black they still don't believe is beautiful.itmakesthemdanceenoughTHO’!
the red everyone forgot about.thecasinoishauntedandthatdollariscursed
Peace to the 5%.
Amnesia feels guilty only when they say so
The song isn't long enough for you to
feel like it's right to fall in love with her
There's a question I just can't seem to answer
because the painter can't decide what color to use
The brown on her skin, the powder white around her nose,
the black they still don't believe is beautiful.itmakesthemdanceenoughTHO’!
the red everyone forgot about.thecasinoishauntedandthatdollariscursed
Peace to the 5%.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
...and she said.
ready to put my fists up
bare hand no guns
just trying to check how
strong your chin is
for the one that decides
to give you the advantage
it's kind of hard to pull
the trigger now isn't it?
startled at the site of
the foe who knew how
to pick locks ringing your
doorbell and greeting your
grandmother
it makes you deaf
when someone has a
vendetta and acts it out
kindly not stating thesis
about how bad he could
fuck you up
rodney king felt it and now
wants all of us to break bread
wounds always make the
same statement.beatdownonthepavementitbreaksyourheartwhenit'snotpapaandhiswitchwhitemanpresidentandhisobedientpig.
Word to 1992
bare hand no guns
just trying to check how
strong your chin is
for the one that decides
to give you the advantage
it's kind of hard to pull
the trigger now isn't it?
startled at the site of
the foe who knew how
to pick locks ringing your
doorbell and greeting your
grandmother
it makes you deaf
when someone has a
vendetta and acts it out
kindly not stating thesis
about how bad he could
fuck you up
rodney king felt it and now
wants all of us to break bread
wounds always make the
same statement.beatdownonthepavementitbreaksyourheartwhenit'snotpapaandhiswitchwhitemanpresidentandhisobedientpig.
Word to 1992
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Stan Getz Live in Europe 1958
Divided between the girl who wants to stay home and the
one that wants to run away and become a jazz singer
Church, Sunday television, relatives drinking up all
your liquor, the weeds are too long but you
just don't give a fuck yet
$10 to heaven, fucking upstairs before the final act,
contemplating dropping your last nickel even though
they're playing your song.itsoundssosweet
confined comfort or indulgent vulnerability
one that wants to run away and become a jazz singer
Church, Sunday television, relatives drinking up all
your liquor, the weeds are too long but you
just don't give a fuck yet
$10 to heaven, fucking upstairs before the final act,
contemplating dropping your last nickel even though
they're playing your song.itsoundssosweet
confined comfort or indulgent vulnerability
Monday, August 17, 2009
Extraordinary Machine
Him and her conversations you overhear that brings the blue back
The eyeless stare that turned medusa to stone, and set her free.
Sight and sound, effects profound, sex and freedom go so well together.
Doesn't it feel good to keep the cigarette unlit?
S/he threw away the journal you left before it all came.
Only one entry, S/he can't help but to keep writing
in between the slash lines in her arm in an attempt
to justify the pain.
Is blood the only thing that's truthful anymore?
:"Don't you know how beautiful you are? Such great literature
can wait to be written. Hold my hand, and write the ressurrection
of Miles, John, Ella, and Billie in the middle of my palm, so I can
have something beautiful to hold onto."
The eyeless stare that turned medusa to stone, and set her free.
Sight and sound, effects profound, sex and freedom go so well together.
Doesn't it feel good to keep the cigarette unlit?
S/he threw away the journal you left before it all came.
Only one entry, S/he can't help but to keep writing
in between the slash lines in her arm in an attempt
to justify the pain.
Is blood the only thing that's truthful anymore?
:"Don't you know how beautiful you are? Such great literature
can wait to be written. Hold my hand, and write the ressurrection
of Miles, John, Ella, and Billie in the middle of my palm, so I can
have something beautiful to hold onto."
Friday, August 14, 2009
Township Rebellion
San Francisco, interpretted by misunderstood lurkers and their auras
Illuminated by her and Jazz nights and whiskey
Only for the hour, lovers. not fucking.
It was too sweet to call it that.
To the sometimes, and one times. and only for nows.
Doesn't it seem easier to just stop giving a fuck?
Answers left unknown. Questions left unsaid.
I don't know if I forgot enough yet, to be worthy of this bliss.
Illuminated by her and Jazz nights and whiskey
Only for the hour, lovers. not fucking.
It was too sweet to call it that.
To the sometimes, and one times. and only for nows.
Doesn't it seem easier to just stop giving a fuck?
Answers left unknown. Questions left unsaid.
I don't know if I forgot enough yet, to be worthy of this bliss.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Still I Rise
From the cold corner, you have nightmares about
but I've managed to call home. From the pussy I
entered the world from, and now has become your
spot to take out mid-night cocaine frustrations: $40.
No tax. For a glass of milk to have with the book I stole
from the boy who was too bored. Watching waiters throw away
left overs because Mr. and Mrs. were late for a recital. "Your
garbage has kept me alive. Thank you, for getting full too soon."
Disclaimer: Many of the material I write, is written from
interpretations of perspective. Some of what I write is
inspired from experience, some from observation.
Fact or fiction, no need for the distinction. Just as long
as we all understand we and what is.
Peace to man, woman, and child. And to rest of the nation
stressing over occupation, Pocket ya wallet and put away ya
purse. I made a tire swing under a tree near the stream, from
which we can pick fruit and relate to the earth.
but I've managed to call home. From the pussy I
entered the world from, and now has become your
spot to take out mid-night cocaine frustrations: $40.
No tax. For a glass of milk to have with the book I stole
from the boy who was too bored. Watching waiters throw away
left overs because Mr. and Mrs. were late for a recital. "Your
garbage has kept me alive. Thank you, for getting full too soon."
Disclaimer: Many of the material I write, is written from
interpretations of perspective. Some of what I write is
inspired from experience, some from observation.
Fact or fiction, no need for the distinction. Just as long
as we all understand we and what is.
Peace to man, woman, and child. And to rest of the nation
stressing over occupation, Pocket ya wallet and put away ya
purse. I made a tire swing under a tree near the stream, from
which we can pick fruit and relate to the earth.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Can it be all so simple
A house built on good intentions
Children play, and still don't listen
It's still peaceful within these walls
The sun leaks through the window at the perfect time
I'm still not writing my finest pages
At this point, it just doesn't hurt enough
Break my heart still, so I have something to say to the weeping old man
Who understands everything, in the midst of losing it all
Peace to the abbot.
Children play, and still don't listen
It's still peaceful within these walls
The sun leaks through the window at the perfect time
I'm still not writing my finest pages
At this point, it just doesn't hurt enough
Break my heart still, so I have something to say to the weeping old man
Who understands everything, in the midst of losing it all
Peace to the abbot.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Bill Murray
Don't you know caffeine can cause serious delirium?
Adjust fam. Crispy clean, no caffeine.
To Liquid Swords family... to Bobby Digital.
Wu-Tang forever.
Adjust fam. Crispy clean, no caffeine.
To Liquid Swords family... to Bobby Digital.
Wu-Tang forever.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
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