The 7th

Cast drapes over like blind messages decoded…

North Dakota cold…

If you can’t decode the message…

Then you start to think the words don’t make sense…

 

 

What makes sense is…

You didn’t even try to…

Have a sense or build…

You give up…

To…

Easily…

That be your character…

I’m not interested in…

 

 

You may admire…

The way the words flow…

Look or sound…

Soundproof…

If you close off your mind…

You become your own distraction…

 

 

Not knowing the artist by mind…

Defining…

The name tag…

The colorful emotions…

Of pure mental talent…

 

 

“You only like what makes sense to you…”

 

“Crayons and pop up books…”

 

 

Hey…

Nothing wrong with that at all…

Don’t get me wrong…

Me…

I’m just the type who will…

Stares at those words…

All day…

The life like painting…

To say…

Wow…

 

 

What I perceived wasn’t even…

In a vault or a safe…

It is a writer’s safe place…

 

 

The safest to express no boundaries…

Those who can understand…

The pen lost in white blue or black…

The cordless phones of my times…

 

 

“Ain’t even no code…”

 

 

The code is not in the words…

The code is understanding…

Your own mentality is…

The key…

 

Don’t think to hard…

The words are right there…

The expression is what you need…

Focusing on…

 

 

The difference between artwork…

Paintings and such is…

 

“None…”

 

It’s all just poetry…

Expressing yourself into glory…

Life is in the mind…

The art is the seance that conjured up…

The awakening….

 

Old Maverick

No

I spyglass

 

Rations

run low

 

It snows after

 

Basic

becomes

a privilege

 

No longer

your time

 

No matter what

tragedy comes

 

It’s ok to be

afraid

 

To

be petrified

 

If you decide

to be like

the cube

you can’t move

around

In

 

That small room

 

Trapped

 

Doing the

samethings

others

Do

 

Strip your self

 

Everyones words

shouldn’t always

be

understood

 

Expressions

of mind

shouldn’t

Even

lay

 

Next to perfect

 

Your

more then

perfect

 

When you

decline

 

Perfection

 

Burn

the

paper

That pen

 

Then tomorrow

write again

 

Love yourself

more

for

the fuck up

you think you are

D+

My sincerest stands on a try pod…

I have no feelings towards the blues…

If your afraid to die…

Then it should be easy for your to…

Take a life…

 

I’m a terrific sinner…

I’m terrible sinner…

Who isn’t…

Still judged like I give a fuck…

Like! I! give! a! fuck!

 

My life is forever stamped..

Sealed…

Delivered to the intellect of many as…

A bad deal…

When I’ve protected…

 

Never pawn in my sheild…

Gave my last to make others happy…

I’m only happy when I see…

Kids happy…

I wasn’t a happy kid…

 

So I live through them…

Like if I was happy like them…

My own family left me…

Tured there backs in front of me…

Wondering why I even tryed to reach…

 

(Fuck the police…)

 

I wanna be that darkness…

Under the under path of a freeway…

Or bridge…

Not hiding or crying…

Trying to forget the old days…

 

No days off oppression…

No freedom…

Fake search warrents…

For federal house raids…

 

 

 

Love’s Slave¬†

“Throw back from 2016”

 

 

 

Can I have some kisses….

Sweet like Dragon fruit…

Dripping juices from your summers retreat…..

I’m so high off your love….

I’ve injected your romantic…

While eyes stare into my eyes…..

I’m weak for you…

I know you want round two…

With your knees trembling…

When you hear my timberlands…

Moving closer…

To your intergalactic space that…

I would like to travel light years to…

Invite me through you solar system…

Squirting milky way…

I will make your meteors show all over me…

Please!

 

 

My only desire is to…

Treat you with the means of respect…

I’ll lay you down in the gardens of Eden…

Planting my…

First seed…

Into furtal grounds…

Watch as you bare our beautiful fruits…

While we properly nourish them ripe…

In tuned with life…

Together forever…

One day…

Lets lock lips till winter comes our way…

Let your sweet, rich valley…

Is that place for me to taste…

Dig your nails in my back…

When I pull closer!

Embrace…

In your heart I will be caged like a lion…

Swallowing the only key to my escape…

I’m trapped in your thought’s!

You’re the chains!

Bounding me to your love bug that I caught…

Hold me tight wrong or right…

No!

This ain’t for one night!

I am loves slave!

You!

Only you!

Posses the key to my release…

KEEP THEM!

IM HAPPY TO BE YOUR SLAVE LOVE!

Running Truth Never Lies…

“One of my throw backs from 2017”

 

 

Nigger…

Thug…

Violent…

Scammer…

Coon…

Carpet bagger….

Minority…

Cotton picker…

Spook…

Monkey…

You people…

Dirty…

Ghetto trash…

I’ve been called it all! It doesn’t even faze me anymore! Tell me what you no about pain! I’ll show you me and my ancestors scars!

I was young when I paused and heard…

“Run nigger run!”

The color of there faces I’ll never forget…

I was 20 years old when I was beaten…

Run for what? I can’t even run for president…. I can’t even show you I’m better than! Without some folk putting down a man…

Can I speak for a minute…..

Minority….

Those words are what hurt the most… Did you forget that we came her before! Most of y’all on boats….

Oh god….

Let me shut up there! I know y’all don’t want to hear that old sad story…

Narcissist!

Nah…

Nope….

I won’t call you that or blind to the facts….

You can see!

I promise I won’t talk about that case…

I’ll just yell

“about face!”

Speaking to myself in the clear mirror about a raped race….

Just to myself though…

So don’t panic…

Can I get a witness?

What’s up my native American brothers?

What’s up my Muslim sisters?

Racism!

I think it just never existed…

So from me!

It’s just not worth mentioning….

Racism doesn’t exist….

I’m being sarcastic!

What’s up Donald trump?

What’s up communism?

What’s up to all these new prison systems they’re building…

That’s the new section 8…

Rent free…

You understand me?

Oh don’t get me wrong!

They’re building them for us…

I’m just dreaming…

Sleep walking fast to the back of the bus…

In 2017….

What’s up Rosa parks?

What’s up justice?

“What’s up Chris?”

Oooohhh…. Snap!

Justice you do speak!

Can you free all my soldiers! Free all the walls that seem to block the very eyes of the already formed generations of the blind deaf and dumb… The shameless cobras…

Let my people go!

We have suffered enough…

Witness please!

Soon again they will all be on the receiving end…

True with a side of justice is coming!

True justice is not pleased! There will be examples made to all these genocidal thieves…

Conceal your blood line please!

Im being Sarcastic again…

So wake up….

Amen…

R.i.p to all the miss treated, murdered for no reason…

Free all the victims of the broken system…

I love you all!

Peace!

 

The Man

 

 

I think you only see the flaws in me.

I think you forget that I’m a human being.

This little light of mine.

Will never shine.

We will never see eye to eye.

So my flame will slowly die.

I spy with my brown eyes.

Someone in the world that hates me.

That has no faith in me.

Is always mistaking me.

Please!

What more can you take from me?

Love Is Dead

These are two halves now and it will never be a whole again. Kill us both! Trying in desperation to make things work. The two opposites are just to alike. Truth is…

Splitting hairs before they break off is the most painful in clipping ends. A lot of beer cans and liquor bottles turned upside down in those old times. Empty hearted I think was the name of the liquor.

Not knowing where to start or how to finish anything that you were use to. The truth is the truth. I just wanted to be killed in action. Not knowing that I was already dead. From the heart shaped glass dropped napalm into fractures. Breaking into sad smaller fractions. Sad never evaporated it just stayed lingering.

Pieces of me everywhere to point a thousand fingers. Seeing the darkness in what use to be my reclining chair. Promising myself in the mirror that this will never be repeated again.

I’d rather be killed in a long stand off with federal government agents. Praying…. Asking God to take me away from this pain of this pain.

Slow death and a closed casket please…

 

 

In This Log Cabin Lives Passion

Lakeside is where I reside. With your rainbow wide across the skies. I think I might have died twice by the tease. A foreplay replay! Great me! Greedy! You want the whole thing.

Take your time with the consumption of priceless wine I produced. This is built hard spruce. Take your time picking the right tune to suit you. I got you the tools to fix it in my room.

Lie down on this foundation I constructed for you. It’s all for you… The weather man said that there’s a slight change of stormy endeavors. Come with me and on me.¬†

Proclaiming The Source Of Your True Human Nature

Till the sun rises.

I will fill you up with my dream catchers promises.

Never destroying the nature that habitats your forest.

Never rebuilding something over you that will destroy your beautiful ecosystem.

Even the thought of violation deminishes my spiritual Nest.

I water you everyday on every grain of land in your possession.

Hard groath and development enveloping your sweet spots deep spots.

Open your canopy up wide so I can ease the pain inside.

I’ll drop into were many men couldn’t never find or reach.

Old connections released!

Oh Mother earth…

Mother of tremendous worth…

Posen as the silent treatment…

I understand and will use my mind and bare hands to flood water over wetlands.

I hope you own a boat…

Those running emotions well be risen till floating.

Like never before…

Clear waters perspiration fights away at the fog.

Never the less…

My existence of smoove flesh, arms and and finger tips will caress the remanded of rain drops left.

Always remaining on your land.

I swear!

Just Feeling The Clouds

Note to self…

I’m so hopeless with out herself.

To be noted…

I’m pro you! That means I’m all for it. Every word you’ve ever spread out to me. I’ve never ignored it…

One word…

You!

The reason way a man still breathes. The reason he’s never felt short sleeved. Love struck as love trobbs increase from your inner beauty secrets.

Just that word love was alway ominous to my ears drums. The souls of the weak were always collected in lonely motel rooms by its down falls. Forever stuck In the volcanic caves of limbo. Checking out the first post.

This always feels like a cinematic  experience. Untied barriers laces. To place myself in the middle of your sensations.

I’ll never let go…

Like hanging from a loose rock from the highest mountain top. Dangling my feet… Being cold air brushed.

Where?

I don’t know…

Yet you remain making my furnace burn baby burn in the center of my globe.

I’m never letting go…

No…

I…

Just can’t go!

Note to self if Im still existing in her heart…….