One for the money two for you

One step two step... 3... 4 more
My head follow my heart
MMMy head follows it right out the door...
Before the day gave way to the rushing shore

My heart follows my feet as my body leaves and darts right out
right out that door....

That gun you have pointing right at my head leave me dead
because I said
I said I wont be left for dead when the streets run red
One step two step... 3... 4 more
My head follow my heart
MMMy head follows it right out the door...
And the Lily child runs wild out to get a little more
the poorer get poor
find out there was never meant to be more
One step two step... 3... 4 more
I rose that pistil right at the choir
right before that maker let out a fire
I said let it be for you will see that you got more to mess with then just me.

With a holler the man with the white collar
fell to the floor
there he layed and said no more.



One step two step... 3... 4 more
My head follow my heart
That gun you have pointing right at my head leave me dead
because I said
I said I wont be left for dead when the streets run red
Then that was all she read

Wayward to wayside

If love started with more then a kiss,
I think I will and always still,
till my heart could never stand to loose,
it burns when we yearn to miss,
Miss the miss beautiful,
Beautiful flower that burns brighter then most, hotter then the erupting sun that feeds my leaves... gives light delightful reason to look at your petals.


Would that black fog that rises above the moon,
then deeper then you will soon,
see the blistering sun reach noon.

watch your next step -(2=2)

I am so terribly sorry...
that my heart fell from my mouth
that you took the time years before to see me...
what else could be with Empire state of the south....
birds of brushing feathers head to admire the youth.
But let this moment speak the truth...
of this abodement something was sent
by wings flapped through the window of my soul
And does roll the rock of my actions
faster in intimacy picking up speed
after I took the rose and planted its seed
but instead it grew a water lily, how I feel so silly
but how I did enjoy your distractions
to trust your eyes
with kindly wolf in disguise
your love is going to kill my skipping sheep
while my smile is under sleep
I am so terribly sorry...
that my heart fell from my mouth
that you took the time years before to see me...
Sheep will drown under emerald nebulas
And from exploding dreams I hear silent screams
FLIGHT OR FIGHT... I choose you...
hold this in your might to be true
As sinking as I do.

Smoke theives

It is the snarl of the danger gang,
it is the bullet that vibrated clouds
that ears heard in the bang.
Her voice echoed out
They said...
they called... out to,
Where is the sand that stood on the land
Why did we leave the band...
Beauty Berry why are we so ma merry.
Music bring out the ring
It is the snarl of the danger gang,
it is the bullet that vibrated clouds
that ears heard in the bang.
Her voice screamed out to loud
awoke the daisy rain
she looked into my soul in vain
Where is the sand that stood on the land
Why did we leave the band...
Beauty Berry why are we so ma merry.
Your fruit bares more then could be took
Ill taste, and trust none will be at waste
Beauty Berry why are we so ma merry.
It is the snarl of the danger gang,
it is the bullet that vibrated clouds
that ears heard in the bang.
Her voice echoed out
They said...
they called... out to,
Beauty Berry why are we to marry.
Just a touch, growing into too much
the smoke circle those who thieved my tolling soul
burned deep with in the bowl...
Hey buddy my beauty berry, standing here on sands of time
my knees are growing weary
And your berry is turning into a cherry
with hearts desired to carry

Lost With no intention of being found

Live in the moment,
an invisible feeling
that wraps around astonishment
time and space holds no meaning
Here we or they should only fear...
Because now... fills with life and wow.
Only now drop the ego down the sewer drain
wishing the well farewell.
That pains dime will fall an follow the time that's raining
Forgetting pasts never to remember to dwell.

Sailing raging storms under black blue oceans that wave back.
Take the time to see the mindfulness, let layers dwindle off the stress and lead the rest.
Life is more then just a test...
Because in each of us we can find our best.

Big Ben wears no time piece

Shining glory glares through the reflecting
lens that sings a tune,
mystic rune, rings, a blong that gongs
that
rupture
that
many find to be torture,
Many figures blindly back away
from stretching fingers,
or the hands that direct them.
A structure stands erect
for the quick sec
that belongs to
men we call god...
Dog, that is mislead my shifting fog,
a smoke that clogs the perceptions
with constrictions
manipulation
Phantoms that rob in plan daylight
and a imaginary friend is killed
in the mall...
blood seeping into stained marble pebbles that litter
the fleeting floor.
As they all head towards the leaving door.
And I say
Honey with love and pasion
Good Day.
Good Bye

Build A bear Or Build a barrier

Build a bear Or Build a barrier, for psychological health.
Or mental fence for inferior psych wealth.

Burn oils at midnight hour,
passing while the creaking tile stairs below
and all the while I cried to myself.
What power, what style to be found wrapped in coil coverings,
mint yellow cream coloured, I lay beneath sheets above feathered bed
And all the while the smile stapled on the wooden oak door.
Poor sport to not play the jumping game, hopscotch or trampolines
Bouncing from one to another scene not so serene.
To be bound to boarded room, when soon high noon will all be dead.

Build A bear Or Build a barrier, for psychology health.
Or mental fence for inferior psych wealth.
Hell bent to raging rampage,
Varnished to violent sent vent,
breathing down the necks of who be next.
Oh hot harassment, bares knuckle
down to boiling downers
drowning around
here

Build A bear Or Build a barrier, for psychological health.
Or mental fence for inferior psych wealth.
Hail, Jesus Fetus
healing the skies
as down til rises

Once a gram now an ounce...?

A soul ponders the encounter of a friendly smile.
The wind pushed the sail, dry and cold...tiresome an old.
But layered under feet of soot, cold dead ash that runs my blood,
dripping on curled milk...
that smile wipes away from the fringes of silk.

Butter me up she said,
greasy fingers roll up an down as the simple things
lay down dead.
Fed up yeah. A direction that heads straight
as my heart is strung up waiting as bait.

Honesty

I will be frank with you,
not Joe,
nor Jane
or some man
you saw in a sea of faces on the street.
Your Beautiful...
With eyes, I am glad to meet.
With lips that sip every last drip of life till full.
A flower waves in wondering wind with a touch of delicacy
With a powerful glace from your look I sense intimacy.
There truth be told...
nothing is with held
for truth I do no longer wish to hold.

OLd CoLD CoFFEe IN the MornINg

Rays of rain fall into drooping eyes
plummet in to realizing why
I understand you, I cant I need you
lollipops of tasteless drops perform
dancing thats not ment to stop

Back in a car surrounded only fur trees
breathing halts as mind parts
from situation around me
finding I reliving things I tried leaving behind
in raveling hearts.

Fingers, that lingers
on backseat, first time that life fed me this kind
as we unwind I find nothing tends to matter
except moment for moment
that slips down roaring summit
falling these rain drops plummet

NOW I TASTE the old coffee,
bitter sweet as the cold energy reheats
revealing what could be true to me.

Hey is that me

Buried under dirt too many feet,
too many places to go and too many people to meet.
After this fiery heart loses its heat,
I think I know who had to me defeated.
My plan was for your heart and care a place to be retreated
Say why do I care about...
when there could have been another route.
take that dusty trail that snails down upon bliss
as I let you go and at instance should be at miss

About this dream I picked off the road,
a discarded memory for the taking,
but jumbled and hard to decode...
but hopes and alteration shall wake all the making.
Make, a laugh.
Make, a smile.
Make love.
Hold in hand to brace as a staff
keep you up for longer then a while
But do it
always for love.

A better round for a wistler sound

Pardon me,
I apologize to stay and have to say
that today you got me
trying to avoid the brutal bee
buzzing hum that runs clockwork
avoid a drone that
at resembles droids that drains down a spirit
on lurking in shadows from night shades
Hey was I wrong
Did I skip a single
Lying slender
Laying a singular chance
Did I let my heart string me along
Pardon I let your passion send me in a trance
It never occurred to me
look for you at the sea
searching for beauty from a song
A fairy
feeling magical forest brings me among
It never came across to me
to set sail for northern seas
searching for beauty from a song
letting your whimsical winds drag me along
your silent listening
drops me as you sing
Lend me your ear ladies
lady of my heart
apart me,
pardon me, forgive me any tears that I can give
A siren that begs for me to stay lost at sea
do you ever observe that living curve
Dragging me along
Me I coming along coming along I have been here all along

Catalog Cartel

blue bee behind boring bear
catches catalog cartel kill care
said sandy squirrels
while windy wonders waste the world

How absurd.
when walruses wait to wail a word
speaking spars sail and surround
and aerial arrest assault another around
talking tender touches taste terrible
for frowning fletches that fake forcibly,

Why wait?! We want worse!!
Cause crying can call the curse.
Red Riding Rails
Tells teller to many tales.

Terror Bird at Werren Bay

Burning sun sends days that can be heard,
here on Werren bay as flight is taken by the bird.
Days, weeks, forever shrouded in a terror
arms are held as killing smith
pain and sadness follow close with.
As diplomats and bureaucrats stand as barer.

See,
close by the sea,
and me I do see
men strapped in gear...
while wrapped lend over time over time fear.
shot is pass hair covered
helmet helpless ear
sands seep under running boots
countless lives sent back the same
pecking at say senseless root
explode fire gives no name for what was really there
see, say, regret screams that curls the blood
adrenaline pumps through the veins with defining thuds.
skin tumbles down from rumbling air
where fiery rein rains around from terror wings

And as I come back
with no lack of regretting light
that I was never there to share
the dying sons
of terror on that grainy bay
as the bird flew flight over war on a rainy day
and always run
for each pacing peace.

pidder patter of the bitter glances

The pidder patter of the bitter glances,
an eye full...open wide to see it all.
watching ever so intencly,
as I see you all cant seem to ignore me.
but the same moment I notice how
none care enough to actually know me
see not only now
but see the passing past reminds
the ploop curlump dunks into the rim of my inner eye
that view your knew critical agenda...
out of sight out of mind I'll dare to send ya

Away Ill let you sail
as waves of time drown
as to know that eventually
an end comes for all our tales
a falling droplet
of enternal trail

Sweetly, lying beside your crying

in a room,
an ugly little room.
on this bed
laying beside you
head to head
hear your tears hiding behind your hand.
and and and
and I decide to ride this train
emotion sliding on track...
In a room
on a bed
right beside
your pretty little head
knowing that I lay beside you,
till we get to the next stop and this all through.
In a room
beside your head
on this bed
till we're through

Oh, was that sparkle a Big Bang...

A night race that fell upon its body outside theses walls...
legs bent over to the ground, heart scattered upon the halls...
long columns of a thought,
single and separate,desperate of lost thought.
and everything that idea of you brought...
I swear to even a god, and even your God.
I put all my faith in the idea that sparkle in your eye,
the color in your lips, and the way you bit that smile
send shivers up my spine
and remind why I look at you
All creation was ment, and will mend... and send me towards your sweetly glimmering eye.

A fish Bowl under the Ocean...

Gold,
shimmering by a swimming fish.
I was told... to hold my breath...
waiting for reason under the leaves of changing season

What a fish bowl,
I find to be hiding in,
mind lost in a ocean at whole...
drowning in a Bowl,
when the ocean is surrounding around the hole...out.
A lovely gold fish catches my eye...
a tendency to shy, I try not to hide...
from emotion
I was told... to hold my breath...
under the sea...I see you and I swear I care.

A Cobblestone Road to Heaven

In sleeping dreams a eye walks alone
along the skies drifts up a cobblestone
and there their hearts joins a drome
Men of coloured suits play trumpets
and kazoos, forgetting to mention the Wopetts and their wazzos
A circus for silence of the night
waiting for lost sunset light.
In sleeping dreams a eye walks alone
along the skies drifts up a cobblestone
when hopes seep inward and out where wild bees roam
gentlemen dressed in black pretending thieves come home
Upward home
bound to stone
I'm coming
coming home

A bout

A bout
What to say
Foreigner fiends are friends to my detested end.
Love me for a person I could be… not for what I am…
And I’ll tell why, I’m not trying to sell a sham,
You never gave me the chance,
Here I am in a shell, deep fried in hell…
Where to paper is the only secrets I dare do tell,
A yoke is I in shell, a burning brain ablazed in hell.
A bout about aboat.
Drowning, do you sea what I see.
Love I could give If I only knew you would receive
I could but you neither would nor should
Hold my heart close to a light,
Despite my inner desires
Hold a ear upon your motioning breasts.
…………………………………………………………………………………

A pause to think of a rightly cause
To massacre the beast that burns toward the fiery sword of the west
As a puddle drips upward
I notice I am in love with being in love
And I should take this chance
To jump…
But to where

Cast away the rings, A matter of a Pistil

WIND- Door
Beg for a sense of more...

Fast reaction, for lowly eyes that feast on the sun,
cast aside the rings,
dropping two from two windows in hopes of them wearing wings.
flutter with demise apart from our eyes,
hearts splitting an forgetting unknown things .
But hear the there that dared to share the fare...
paying for a saying that lays on months of May...
may you see me for my sights spot the many days

WEATHER- Water
begging a walker footing falter...

you lost your focus
feast they cried
a toast to a locust
the gears that turn my slipping tears
NOT I, For IDES COLLIDE WITH SUFFERING TIDES...
RUSH BACK, BEFORE UNKNOWN FORCES ATTACK, FOR REASONS WE LACK...
coast along the coast, an edge that begs for our own.
and I of course got lost and denied your light...

BOAT- Flower
Your power over the Tower.....................
Right, and how? when the wrong side of my back is at a bow,
when at sea what deed let me throw my oars and,
quit the row-
land
a hero
a six shooter
shot each heart
how could you miss with those eyes...
cast on afloat
a ocean of tries
my boat sinks with your pistil

And took take a life to give a chance
your loves is at once an will for a while
send me in a prism trance.

Sun Ray. Day Fun. Say you'll fear the Done

Timber trees stand with an umbrella over head
While slumber dreams consumes the already said…
Believe me when I say that right now I
Say the deceived along with me have closed both eyes
Sleeping a dream when a cup will only fill so much
A hypnotic drummer reaches; beats me to such
What rush to lie
A better feeling then to die
A reason for aftermath to relive glorious wraith…
A boy settles down from the burning sky, a leaf twisting from trees up high.
A smile unsettling from dreamers eyes, but with desperate lingering feeling
I am covered in miles of this vile twisted demise.
The boy on all fours crawls with his rear in the air, blooded running from his hair down to mouth, fangs feel the atmosphere, cutting daggers that seep into my mind.
Lost with a desire to find a way back, a road leads down in a winding sort of fact, lined and paved in rusted metal. A glance up again… fears of certain, a possible end. The world curves a spin of hurricane measures, Red clouds drown the purple mass behind. Fire reigns down in rain that melts the lines of our hearts and minds. Molten tears burn inside.

A Truthful lie, oh a contradiction just like my mind

Here to there
be me nor or be I sure
for I see the look you gave me
from deeply looking in your eyes
my body feeds you lies

What if you knew
would you change your feelings new too
Glancing lance spears sight on loving lips
to fromulated hip that couse ambition to drip
a once from solid to enjoy the fluid
running water that rushes your way
a river of emotion that fears the day
A day when I pronounce the truthful lies
That I have been giving
you may extend more then your arms that form
around my back

be that then wings flutter again
and beauty in life shall sworm

and pin this love, hanging from a tack

reach and pull it down and for you Ill let you hold
as long as you like

Here to there
be me nor or be I sure
for I see the look you gave me
from deeply looking in your eyes
my body feeds you lies


You shall till then remain in loving
but silent eyes

Hangman

Enough is never there If rough always care

A window on the door...

more and more does looking become a chore
For such lore do tell of man
woman are so gifted in the arts of pain...
but does such lust for love beg to to reason
when rain will still stop depending on the season.

Pending a word for loading
a meaning recall something thinking
but being?
am I really there when love is not enough to share...
love is a fickle word...
when thought of sight is unheard,
bah absurd

so I will look...
through glass that is in comparison
just a nook compared to all reason
A window on a door that could be open,
a winter glaze beyond sight...
a path that leads traveling men
for blooming summers that have long be drop'n
dropping a hint a clue... on new days
for me and you.

tender Right lost at Sight

Be wait... or even be late,
so will the rising sun... If Lunar's lover night is never done
so at might I press myself along the gritted fence
while hence no life will come if some is not done
She will cry "be wait... or even be late",
for others rest is a test...
and lovers bask in light at best
But me I wonder never going
yet staying is not my longing...

He said she said.......
wait seven minutes,
moments that turn to eleven...
while thee beg for three
one is enough for heaven

Bitter bites...

and flounder fights...

wail with me on dying sea...

soft to be...flesh love
hearts to heart is a better start
for skin wrinkle and outer beauty will be flying doves

Layers delayed a slaying

Then...
So here on destitute night,
found layers of hope that groped the prostitute,
he or she I forget under such light it is
but is hard to see or even feel much detail
wonder fail to tell as hands creep up this legging
where breathing is lost and found and begging
layers walk at a distant stalk...
I find prized victim to loot

Now...
begone say thoughts your flesh is delayed and to feeble
to be late...better then here on this date
for fondle does my tongue for words with out sound
be found these speech, without reach of breath for this lung
and stung... bitter pain rings the tip
for delayed as lip to lip, face by mine
longing does no dose for crossing such line

Later...
For what have I done...
for what is sun when light is gone...
Why walk when always on the run...
To laugh at jokes and play games when there is no fun...
A shame is wo me, and my feelings are self afflicting wraith
lye bath for water will never clean...
deeds that slayed the growing unseen.