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.