This Place Aint All Its Cracked To Be You wait believing People there will have soul all

the while wondering why they will not go away they will not leave you alone they scream their bad jokes yell unentertaining stories and you sit malcontent in a chair since you have no better place to be nothing else to do all the while wondering when they will leave you alone excited to leave useless people everywhere you turn you know where you are going there will be a beautiful sun so you sit in a chair and wait and have no fun then you leave and arrive at a new door that is the same door with the same dirty windows and you walk in and meet the same people then you sit in a chair and wait

Bestiary For My Medication 1 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. You set my mood on feathered pillow. Tiny aeroplane in grey sky, Swirl with alchohappiness is dangerous. Manipulator of up and down, Supposed frown assassinator, Filters my system with coffee, Making my nerves do the James Brown.

8. Over quantified = poisoned kidneys! 9. A slight handshake with death this summer, 10. System breakdown. 2 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 3 1. I know you do something little green pill. 2. Tell me you are working in this dream of limbo, 3. Advance, take steps with me, dance with me, 4. Swing against a full moon, be my retainer. 4 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. The rope, The ladder, The elevator, You are upside, You little pacifier. Lofty spaces in my mind are leveled. Beam me in Scotty. No danger Will Robinson. Good friend, good pill, bad life. The second kills the demons: Half assed warrior with spear in hand. Excels in the realm of nourishment Through suppression, The path to the simple light of nirvana.

Womdering about you #2 You yearn towards

extravaganzas on weekends inebriated and higher than up the latest trend on your arm sleek car all the pretty things shinning for you and you are the belle of the beer bash a puking silly girl but you are sunflare hot little bunson burner pure blue flame rarer than authenticity if this is left to rot with the wasted minds of our generation I will never understand

Have I Lost My Mind

Our hands brush violently It is dipping your fingers in warm ocean Soaring wings flutter heavy The master of the air that surrounds I believe Myself in love Still in control The bird dips a purposeful dive The wind is barrier The bird is hammer Still in control I scraped up the receiver a few times But everything fails Ultimately The wind becomes malice The bird is gyrating It could not forever master

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She never called I decide I fluuter I fall Everything

to wait

fails ultimately

The wind is malice The wings sre useless In this thrust and spiral Violently stumbling Topsy turvy The bird The wind She did not stumbles quakes I fall return my call

i do need a friend that badly Object poem tune in and be amazed by the awesome power of the magic box -pundits swore it would dumb down society, a clown in a corner wearing a dunce cap but it can advertise that beverly hills chihuahua sits atop the box office. a talking chihuahua popcorn in hand, front row center, first thing friday night, shit im there.! the drama is deep as well the golden age of jerry springer, throw a chair in case of disagreement. our selfs glued to chairs screaming get him silently, heads bounce sincerely to the tune of oh no he didnt!

the real world, and all the reality tv shows equal a dazzling array of hours wisely spent learning reality. when the camera is off the speaker voice over is enacted to add bang, real life, expressed unrealistically a mime on the streets of paris, we all let fall our change. come one, come all. you are welcome, all hail, the perfect, the wise, the instructor, the laugh factory, my one true father, my one true mother,

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sing sweet lady, (list poem) enjoying the sear of gods yellow eye, weaving a halo of footwork in a parking lot. this woman manipulates me, heavenly chords. the grace of masturbation despite the tugging, the joy, is created by your vocal chords. sing sweet lady, her voice wraps long fingers across the lust paths of my mind, plant them in the softness of my center, fingers run deep red. sing sweet lady, princess power pure sonic bliss:. the echo i receive bangs against the walls of my skull.

sing sweet lady, voice of love jones amalgation of undulations waves rise and fall sing sweet lady, molest my eardrum. echo across heart paths to nirvana through ejaculation on my eardrum.

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the strangely paradoxical world of mister practical i spill emotion bleed compassion it runneth over forth i am love in its purest form, yet i do not believe in love i am a charmer i will wrap you in an amazing assortment of a single sweater i will sing a song of you on a theater made of human hearts yet i do not believe in love i am courageous i will walk through hell to see the sun in your shadow i will brave hideous bullies who pick pick pick

at your self worth yet i do not believe in love i am a listener i hear the rustle of sheets your head rupturing the plane between you and your pillow yet i do notbelieve in love i am thorough in my practicality perfectly so silly daring charming loveable likeable dashing brave exciting beautiful warm endearing caring it extends into infinity yet i do not believe in love.

beautiful music and ignorant noise drift through my head a nocturne by echezona udeze i see the moon is full and brilliantly white and i transform hair sprouts straight and thick back bends into expansive crooked curvature nails and eyes yellow like moldy news paper noise moistens i mock wolf howl into a megaphone without batteries my attention span is 3 inches open and closing rapidly in hyperbole i cannot always pay attention to the beautiful sounds i voluntarily float inside my head the demons lurking on the inside are begging for attention they scream i am a clearing of crude monsters nearly identical to me

forcing me to listen to the screaming that will not cease so i drift between states of magic and mayhem beautiful organized noise and ugly fragmented yelling a mock howl through a dead megaphone and the beautiful music amplified into a realistic groove i see the moon is full and I run leaving human sap running amber red from your wicked no matter how I run I sit in mediocrity before me inside go out outside come in but we never get what we yearn for do we? (half truths are the only honesty) and the noise continues its desecration incongruous knive nails slothing across a blackboard equation forcing me to have no ability to worship in the center of myself Impossible circles I run around an infinity To arrive at the same epiphany My impossible circle has four corners Squared The walls are off white And are dirty from the paint You use to molest my sacred place 2 line segments intersect

Perfectly perpendicular And vertical down center Down the middle of my time Spent with you Turning 3 years Into 4 separate chambers Which never did beat for you Beating now for anonymous girl My diameter is wide like the black of that One girls eyes I transform into radius when the moon Is not full And i am still alone In the third corner of My impossible circle I run around an infinity To arrive at the same epiphany

i was told to birth verse bereft with bursting sound gauzing eardrum sync bum bum bum yodel dissected down paper to point and anoint nothing tactically by echezona udeze weave two awe arms round a chain of dark skin flash dangerous fingers in notion of dipping into ocean tiny ripples are the why placid waves vibrate circular hair there are flowers painted faint brown split ends softly enliven vision and tactically cracks open the flower blooms boom boom boom when my hand has been breathing silently along your

hug hair disjunct strands miscellaneous spaghetti strings hung no sauce benevolent stint black conjunct it connects my bits and pieces of pomp heart creases non-circumstantially sailing in serendipity dark deep oceans of peepers envision loveliness in languid luminosity but you are disappearing lackadaisically my cadence crescendo - ambiance assiduous you are bereft with sound

All the pressure in all the world seems to rest on my shoulders I shocked the world Pushed up a hill that huge boilder Im twice as bad as anything Youll ever have the pleasure to see Wrapped a mummy roped a dummy Filled life with a bit more glee The baddest man in all the land Man stole fire from my hand

Stretch you like a rubber band Spin you like a ceiling fan You can call me Cassius but that aint it You can call me muslim and curse and spit Call me anything Place your stamp All folks round here call me champ