donate to ya boy

Monday, October 31, 2011


grind till I get it
battle tested vetran
fact is
im fuckin RADical when it comes to buis-ness
trick is,
dealin with tricks who interfere in
timely manners/
striken fear with manners.
steer clear
as weird as finding your
digits missing.
other way around says this dead
heads bliss
fed lies,
fed lust. threw it up
drank that up
back into the ring,flexed my nuts
proceeded to gut
found out life isnt all pretty
I bleed when she cums,
on my knees in my young
rest of the time Im just frolicking
dead man walking
balancing policy
rewinding all my thoughts
like chackras with two divergent spectrums
in lost worlds.


A fly little female
who dont dig retail
so vivacious and beautiful..I must be under
her spell.
I used max repel,
consequences detailed.
shes aint starved for attention,so lets begin this
for score and seven years ahead
no wishing wells,weding bells,just gin & some
fools gold is in the eye of the one who beholds
give em to get
oh kid,
youve just got to meet this one.
its so tough,cuz
it may be a century before our feet stop
stomping in and out of water on various beaches
leaves are turned in like shells of the sea,
dive down bellow where we need to be
I just have to let her know,my soul ends and begins with
but I can wait till the next life
if I have to.
I want to grow old with her
and let life begin every morning.
the award is some one

Sunday, October 30, 2011

part one

diggin in her hosery
unbenonced to me I was watchin local programming
foaming at the bit to get that ass somewhat close to me
jokes and drinks until those panties sink down way down below her knees
but mostley I just want her to notice me.
I nuzzle my nose to where its suppose to be
right behind her jawline and under her ear lobe softly
I can tell shes soaking
speak nothing but romance and passionate lust,I convince her to stroke me
this turns to me down south
getting drenched as she
winces and grabs at air,before pulling me up to my feet
turn around.touch your toes
feel how all these feelings go
passion grows,
shit but shes passed out,and Im up for more
out the door...liquor store

the rest

they asked me why I wasnt at church
I says,I got some shit to deal with first
we disperse and im left holding a thirst
it has to be quenched before I put this hurt into other words
or physically recreate all aspects of the agression
I digress because I find it hard to conduct elections
all worths or whats worse..
every forth breath is under scrutiny,it feels like this chest collapsed
and I'am in turn dealing with blunt force
shattered heads
severed checks
all things
that point to the antehisis of intellect
with all due respect I find it better when my mouth is closed and my eyes are kept
unaware from the weary
unbebounced to the lowly
flowing,copesetinc. its better to live now then to have never lived
beleiving thine self holy
fold me into a paper crane
set me on he gentle breeze of tomorrow
with the the currents of yesterday
I know whom I love,I know where I to fill in the rest
of the story

Saturday, October 29, 2011

elegant cosmos

elegant cosmos
keep your fables to a minimal,im figuring in the lavish things she spoke of
to mention,
it was all before I breathed out a cloud of lightning bolts,decided which coast to mozey on down
focusing all my energy on becoming the toast of the underground
but for other words,
im in another world
a ghost to my best pals for now
lay down..we're
finding allies on the road,
hopes of a technique so sound
I gave my self to the currents and Ive been washed ashore by those who were shown
better yet given a taste of
to new retribution of geometric ruin
economic institution
out loud,proud words found a home this mouth was ment to roast
individuals whos minimal convictions are simply traits of addiction and to cope
I spit riddilin,keep focused on my lip quivering
splintering off into seperate passages,I find hope is here again
mister,figure in thoughts of fissure
you get bigger in ego
limitless in the way I approach the truth,
I still,to this day,havent found one I love quite as much as you
poof...the proof is in the magic of finding my way to your doorstep
Ill be standing outside strumming a mandolin
daring you to share these steps
combo,now losts in the elegant cosmos.

ranger danger

The loss of a game can feel so great
expectations crumble with all these ball fours
I slide into bouts of depression while my
friends wander silently thinking
"theres always next more strike!
Ive heard it before.
Im finding out how a true fan is born
I have my Larry O' Stanley
my full hand of 'Boys awards..
but dear lord,
oh why
do you elude me world series,
why must my temple be baron
why must Josh pull his groin,
why must Ron pinch German
why couldent have CJ won the all star game...
these questions and more,as a whole winter looms
devoid of the association
I guess I have more important things to do
then cheer to loose
but Ill never give up,I believe we can win
the metroplex will only come back
daps and pounds to my kids,lets get some key free agents
get back to work

Wednesday, October 26, 2011


relentless in the dedication to exceptionalisim
this prison state
tear gas and rubber bullets are more so ways to demean..
I love that we
the meek,
think were winning..beleiving we can change
but were in the begining stages of
fighting tooth & nail
for decades
their arrogance in uncomprable
its fair to assume blood lust is somthing of a must
in the name of power
& secrecy
but dont shower your soul in it
dont give into the mold of infantry
smile as the blood drips from your sweet
lips,words of only peace and
but to be spineless
is mindless
even worse than the swords kiss.
know you dance on deaths door
depth unimportant
would your rather have a porsche
or freedom
free comes at a price,and it takes all side...this is not me against the country
though its checkered past I loathe..
this is about being able to hold my future daughters hand
and show her some beauty in the

I miss your words...well no...not really

she goes


Im like

put on this night gown

were down (more so I am..)

for whatever at the moment (her open mouth)

,but the focus is lost to the intermitten motion

Im concentrating on making love,

shes like a boat in the ocean

were floating on the currents of the chosen

but really those

whos closed eyes roar open

boastin on the trope

say nothing of value in refrence of ghosts

off top

I see nothing but love and devotion

strange my life moves in such serious ways. when I simply want smiles

hugs,plane tickets

& somthin for these weary muscles ( ;) )

catch me on the one ways

down to the run ways

no baggage to claim

its all tucked away in the things I say,these writings of mine

these times I gave a thought to

giving up

staring down at the street froma fourth story balchoney

I have to be trained in subconcience alchemy

because the outcome is all that matters to me

I will be remebered in time,because this spine is built of diamonds

and on the inside of this heart there is tidal

the waves pulse threw my body,and I grab my chest as my heart flutters



come together and dance in these bomb shelters

I see best when my eyes are closed...and my brain is melting


Note Of:Of Note

gimme a minute here..

If I wasnt so I high

,I wouldent be so hungry

home is where you make it,

so my home is in outerspace..

and theres no clear cut way for me to go back

visit for the holidays.

the price I pay,is really just a toll

crossing threw the open road,blowin dollars in hopes this frontol lobe

isnt scared


at some time I could go back If my thoughts depart

or become hollow

but no hopes in a stagnet reality,

ive set a bar,

I can never let my past better me

out muscle future goals,k

how can this grow

I feel like Burroughs

,assuming death at every corner

when in reailty Ill probally out live em all

balls to the celeing tile as blood cliff hangs this nose

caught by my tougne

,the taste is bitter

and sorrow follows

but I swallow my problems and chalk it up for the better ment of the soul

this brain is a sponge

,I was hoping several years ago it was full

but atthe moment I feel like I could run blindfolded threw taffic picking up quarters

I feel like a sorcerer with these words,

procuring moral obligations to get myself threw the morning

accompany me for coffee...lets mean the world to me.

and I mean that.

far off,

deep pause,

the claws dig deep in this palace of sorrow


fallen next to the wall

displeasure written on my smile

and to think

we only squabbled.

follow this up with a thousand bibles and you still wont have enough words

to accuratley defile


define the pillars of this life so far,

at the center of the labryinth a menataur


I free base the sun.


Tuesday, October 25, 2011

face life

save the small talk,I found the fault in all of us
sprouted love from cut lips,broken wrists hanging on
these shattered bouts of agression have left an impression on
my cerebral cortex...
depression is a lesson in manifesting your destiny in the
truest sense
senseless acts of violence can befall such a hand...the one that feeds you
yet its in your command
by god its your demand
and where you land,to hell with the parachutes
Ive seen fathers lust over graves,I cant bare to see brothers befall
such small reasons,at least in the grand scheme of things
each season dosent bring fall.
appaled at the scope and
the strucutre
the infastructure is ruptured and on the verge of collapse
perhaps this is all preluding...perhaps its the institutions
or perhaps were doomed to repeat history
again and again
and again.
because in a hundred years from now my grandchildrens children will
be blundering idiots with no sense of self
of course this is without our help
for whom the bell tolls
the death toll will raise
I was fuiled with hate
and anger
now Im just in awe of the supremacy of the sway
& gentle motion of positive energy
and smiley faces
how they can rain on such sad parades.

Thursday, October 20, 2011


trampled on mostly.
I smile and boast like ghosts dont haunt me
im flaunting an eerie symbolence of calming
other worldly peace devoid of saultry;
hip twists and dips
her lips
pressed to my ear,whispering as we slowdance around each others prior commitments

"you have to follow your bliss"-

I just wonder if shes at the end.

my best friend...

refrences are countless,
love knows no bounds
and I am a walking
leather footed book.
living on prayers and an uncomprable arrogance
thats looming like lullabies I find entrusive to a good nights jest
my heart beats sweetly as her feet tred

she was elusive for years,but deep in my head.

shes seen my fears.
I would have given here tears if I was weaker,
but I was born to be a public speaker
and to meet when need be
in lifes steps.
I find peace

these sneakers are frequent in the miles they tred
spit lines so rhythmic youd swear there was a price on my head
but i was fed lies with my corn bread,and I wear this crown of thornes as a mask intended to show nothing
the only task I was fed is alarming
and 1 part finishe.

I will die when Im 88
with 50 theives
guarding my buissness

what that entails is endless.

it pays to be intense



intriquite in the way I reenact past visions threw pens with silly stanzas

splicing inticing findings in each sentence with witty banter

striving to be at the penicle of mediocre underdeveloped stylings.

wildin out,but what im finding now has got me believing..

an underworld full of kids ready to give their soul in hopes of making anothers life a tad less fleeting..with friends you always have a home. and friends youll always have a home with me..

well...the second I claim a dwealing

or figure what part of this country I can find some symbolence in..


I cry in these poems,

but my lines say Im invencible.

I find the long way back is the only one I belong on

a smile in my face and

my prose strong,

riddled with non-fiction

these blistered fingers are helping hands...why is it so hard to convey to these:

my "enemies".

I spin..

depths below a ceartin institution

a grimey reality full or ruthless aptitude and indignation

yet now my best friends departing out on missions of latitude for the grinning top percentange

trippy in to many fucking senses

I hope I dont know as I much as I feel in these bones

close my eyes,

I simply slide into beastmode


head to every city
with 25.50 in your pocket
acompanied by cigarettes and a plane
or bus ticket

find wisdom in every city
by spanging up meals and
washing them down with sidewalk whiskey
accompanied by bums in an alley.

see who youve been dreaming up
while youve been demeaning
your self esteem,greiving
on account you about run out of steam.

let it redeem who you want to be
find the clarity in the fair
im arrogant but
I came from humble beginings..and to be honest,im modest in my wages

its my brain I find confidence with

Tuesday, October 18, 2011


so im obliged to get as grimey as I desire.
tall tales are a hint to my stature,
I feel in fractured color pigments,
mild hallucenations of winding spirals,
shifting floor tiles,compiled desires...
the only resentment I carry is buried in my smile...
its filed inbetween meditation and this loose wiring
firing off words like I was poetic,it gets unnerving at times,waking up in diffrent settlements.
Dreaming of the next place I'll be stepping
then physically manifesting the setting
demeaning those who say it cant be done,giving hope to all the ones who cant come
saying fuck you to the establishment regardless of the outcome,
its all fun and games till someone ends up in correctional facilities
but thats why we rarely mention what were really involved in...
on and on the days tumble forward,and Im in hash & weed comas
smoking DMT before popping my last somas
every morning pounding mimosas..
back pack full of adderal and trazadone,just so I can sleep or move on...
fall is harsher on this side of the globe
even if its only a day from home...
but this road make sense for me to travel on,
and what justifys the facade of a clone...
that your told THIS is the place where your always welcome
but gosh
where else can I go?
I dont need these negative brainwaves
and suicidal talks that have gone on for far to many days...get some balls or fuck off
either way im not envolved..regardless of blood... or paperwork..
dosent mean theres no love,but if you cant love your self
how could someone else?
sometimes I feel like Im the adult...caught in between two schools of thought...
because most think im a canidate for brain
or crotch rot
truth is I fell off and I find it hard to get back on
I dont want to waste my days fucked up beyond concience
ive done that,
and some bids
really just to be in her presence is my bliss..but shes in the bahamas...and Im in southern cali,
soaking up the casualties...its funny to me
we met at a truck stop...and weve never stopped moving...
but my heart has been glued to you...
its kept me sane...honestly..
im tired of dealing with claims,blame and monitary off shoots
its polluting every facet of society
each screw is loose.
I hope the animals arent dieting...just sharpening their teeth
& smilng...because Im finding it hard not to RUN
turn these streets into municipal waste,face it,youll never be truly happy until you do your own tricks,split wigs and figure in apportiments that are appropriate figures for your buisness...but if your buissness is smiling...then your always wimpering,where is
the dog star...

Saturday, October 15, 2011


I can feel that drink at the bottom of my spine
time rewinds and Im caught
thinking of past life
smiles wide like it was last night
I made love for the first time.
eyes trimble in deep purple and whites
and still her wish comes at
each night.
Id like to be balls deep in her smile
better yet id like to paint her portait on every aisle
of every supermarket
this side of the nile.
file into arms like we could be mild in the way we charm
each other, every comfort
my brother
would even say ive lost it
but he tumbles...
and god loves us,
im told..
so ive been sold on the thought of you since I left home.
and I saw my first blonde
she had a jaguar heart...
but you were the second
so the first
and the rest were lost
I barely even talk since I walked threw those athens nights
away from the days that would make people trace their hearts
I fell victum
to how it should be...
your my love,and Im deep in ovaries
away from me
are single thoughts I think
but I know
you create diffrent worlds for me.

Friday, October 14, 2011

as she wimpers out giggle symphonies
ephiphany orgasims that parade threw centuries
this brain is contempt with visons of her innocence and revelry.
...then comes misery..and were days apart..simply living...
so I nod off...&
I spell GOD
with gasoline
in front yards.
smile as the night silence is broken by the fire department
pretty women always tickled the arsont in me
I saw say the least..
spare parts,
long talks
bong rips &
odd jobs.
jaw off
when small talk
cant cut off
those raw thoughts.
I break laws
I cant stall
my balls dropped
a toast to these thoughts over cannibus smoke
& old love notes..
a decades worth of memoirs both fleeting,flowing
full of fuzzy feelings growing older
thicker than theives, I tell yuh/
and yet no,not anymore.
mistreatments,resentment,greivences and contempt for what was bore
not on this side of the fence...well some of it...but I moved on from that..
pasts can be sad,
futures can be all youve ever lived for
.trust that says the voice in my sternum...but Im not scitzophrinic,just a tad excentric and departed..
rejuvinated recovering christian...son of two ministers...
aint that a bitch...
but shit..
your dear johns will always be a few months late getting deliver
on every address you try to find where Ive been rumored
because its hard to keep my feet planted anymore.especially when Im ecstatic to be doin it.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

boast... about a roasted frontal lobe
coast to coast,
the only ropes I learned focused in with that hairon
& cannibus smoke.
perturbed...I loathe in order to delicatly retool these circuts..
laugh it off..cough it up
circus after circus
I flirted with the after birth...of course
the merchants were forced to cater me with service
and afterthoughts that were worthless /fleeting feelings freed me from thinking,
early reality set in,and I found my self greiving
speaking to intermediates about the visions Ive been seeking
they directed me to the bathroom to do some thinking/
realitivly obscuring my dillusions
I found more confusion when I sat alone in the florecent lit wash room.

burying my head in the sink as my skin drowned in the tap water



the only fathers who taught us infected posture

dont cough..GOD is watching

but must I offer?

Is a man only as good as his doctrine?

lost in the boonies,
this goonie had chunks of hatred brewing
stewingng for lack of a better term
love the antehisis of

words hanging loosely.

fool me,youll see pools of fools forming
Im startled by these lingering thoughts
backwards feelings

otherwise witty

ive been so gritty,

its silly

at the moment im schwilly
so bill me

the only skills I lack is holding thoughts back
words smack your bitch ass
or loose those hands


hit ya boy on the

low low

this lie is a toe tag

thats why these ladies often say Im

loco,coo-coo...crazy with the venac


thats bad?

spill it out in slow mo

woops thats a no no/flicking crabs in the slab riding solo

slow down your roll bro

keep your eyes peeled for poe-poe

disrespect my dojo,

loose your fuckin nose yo

listen to my gold flow

theres wisdom in the flow though

life kind of goes like a


fast mo .

throats slit

sung aloud,muffled by the garggilin



money is a few words short of an obituary

I cant stay stationary

it would be the death of my theories.

skin me alive then wait in line with me,were all going to be slaughtered


I weep in between peace agreements

sweet releif,was when I broke to peices

spoke my peice,and was greeted by a kick to the teeth

with other matters illusionary,

I find it scarey and un nerving to sleep

so I sit wide awake on the steps of insainty

coveting vanity as my last release



Ive never been convinced of convenitanal wisdom

I just like tits

lit cigarettes

and sweet dreams on boat decks,

swayed by the sound and motion of these annurisums


Tuesday, October 11, 2011

I role with my motto,
execute bravados
stick to these guns like a self promotin mono
intellegence in retrospect was highly...suspect...
call me collassaul,
bettr yet stossel
im diggin up fossels as if this was the gospel
im accepting apostles,
lofticries and bonfires
shocktop as we rock back and forth out on the bayou
Im manifesting a doctrine
flock to the window
peer into souls
find my hand
and hold on
love...take my words and bury your nose in the
war drum
that is my heart.

Monday, October 10, 2011


I day dream pretty women out in C I N C Y

while sailing/

inbetween sentencingssss...

I chase I was only drivin saleen(z)

talk about failing,

Im so rich you can taste me...

fuck your reply,

here is my statement:

mind over maitenence

love over bank statements.

couchs,condos & shacks was what I was raised in,

a toast to all these days spent waitin..



...I can tell you what the buissness is,

better yet I can limit it...

I been countin divedends

spinnin them like synonyms

in and out of sentences

killen em relentless..


can you tell me what a good artist izzz..or better yet how you figure it...

I been getting grimey-ist

rhyming,with my timing split

impecably reenacting all these past poets rhetoriccc

flowin with the currents much so it gives me chillllls

on and off coasts,like he must be a fuckin ghost...shout out to the souls with hearts full of smoke


Saturday, October 8, 2011


low and behold
these demons are my own
loan me another dose...just one more

get from round here!...or shut the door..
you going down with me?

theres room for one more.


These demons are ours!


lets hop in the car,drive down the week,its not the same anymore...
go nextdoor...spend a year below the the scene
gloat,shine...grow...its getting boring...lets go,lets go,lets go.
down the interstate,new faces,same vices,smiles for these BETTER FRIENDS,longer nights...lets blow,lets blow. let it snow,let it snow...get that boy in here,hes friends with her,you know the white girl.SPEED IT UP,slow it down...I was reborn...

lets fuck,

take off your clothes...or I mean I love you (?) lets...well yeah take the words and go

let me know,cause Im not sure...I wasnt really aware of love,but I like your warmth,I like your soul,I like the colors in your eyes,and the way you smile...I also like her,

those curves

crushcrushcrush, cut up the lines,piles file into my mind,wild desires pour out of my crooked smike,snort,cough.snort. rolled up bills I stole...back to the drawing board...back to the store,more condoms...theres never enough contraceptive anymore...its hard to trust the people your not sure how you met,or what their intentions are...

far from the mountainside,front range counter thoughts...I had known from the begining itd have to begin where it started. Snowy steps that spoke to millions of last Im aware,

and clear of heart.

ill be mile high by morning

I have a gorilla on my back

let it sink threw your sockets and ear drums

a comfort slave of modern times

realize you are the peice that defines

this is our time.

it is the year of our lord;
and there are herds.

seperate gospels will be heard.
I would not let them define my words,
or derive from my course,
of course it was easier said then thought
especially when the fourth wall was abolished
and the cities were an afterthought.
we paced frivilously threw foliage drenched in brain storms

gone are the lost years Ive come to see were also my own

now I pace with an open bottle of pinot grigio
alone for the moment.
cascade of colors and Im drenched in the undettones of your beautiful
fractured skull
but these open mouths havent said a word.
it seems we've been blessed by correct guessestements
affected by the measures
taken by those who underestimate

time to rise up,

for the begining is blooming


and over due

screw the picket lines...the real change lies in you

in US

we are the LOVE in REVOLUTION


Monday, October 3, 2011


Thwacked out/
into passed out.
open mouthed spittin out nouns,
pretending to be a cash cow...
real life class clown,
poundin down valium like rainbow trout
howlin' on the ground
plowing threw open houses during non-buisness hours...
flowers passed around during meteor showers,
speaking like its a super power...every stanza has prowess
I sip from the bottomless chalice of wisdom...figure I should try to get every sip in
seein the times achangin'
catching all the lovely brainwaves...
feelin sorry for these kids obsessin
over brand names that define them best
or people they wish they could have been...
even worse for the ones who need drugs to feel at their better than they have been
but shit I can feel em...
no ones perfect...
especially this one.
at night,
my eyeballs strike like one million bolts of lightning
some how efficently describing my like minded findings on triumph
but thats all.

Im feeling like a lucky man

Im still breathing,under the radar...every day above grounds a good day

and I mean that it two ways

stay up or get dead

Saturday, October 1, 2011


...and start west...
the snow is pearl white and majestic,
binding the mornings cander in frost under the neon blue stars glow
out from under
I lay silently,quietly...the boys are still out cold.
we're all heavily medicated on high doses of whatever these heads NEED at the moment,
US guests never leave..itd be hopeless place to go...
were in the same clothes from days before because these couches are our homes.
they say we cant afford to give up...
I smell like cigarettes and throw up,
sativa and body oder
Iam about to go normandy on these bloakes
Im spitting up blood in the morning without a single thought of concern
kicking butts off the curb...into the puddles...
we roast the fire wood we had procured,calmly it crackles and music nor televison on...but our eyes seve us well
and the room morphs
I crush up the amphedamines,
split lines into fours
while I day dream about pretty women and detours of my soul
simotaneiously warming up knives on the burner of this dirty apartment
lost in this microcausum
call it the mile high slums/
we are the apacolypse.
the house starts to move,the kids are awake,
we pray the substances our brains they take
benzos until our wakes,we claim,smoking opium for seven hours straight
only breaks is for marlbro 27s and brain waves
and were back to the couch like slaves.
days of pain rush away,
oh but not from the brain,
so we brave the streets,for liquor and burger king
and every day becomes a blind date with the unseen
seven miles walked with no food on your plate,now thats lame,especially when you legally cant leave the state
...shit,back to the basement.


Im growing weary of this destitution/
the only resolution is ceartinly no solution.
truth is im swooning to this recooped restitution,
but this time theres no roofies to get me threw the mornings and afternoons...
foolish but regrouped.
I started heaving out frantic sentences relentlessly.
it hinted to my well being and poor taste during autopsys
to say the was the least we could do.
loosely regrouping in diffrent latitudes ,I hoped of procreating some sort of movement
constiently reinstating to my drinking buddies that Im going sober with no hesitation.
jubilation or even proper dedication to what it all means in the grand scheme of things.



thought provoking and trippy

shout out to the editors for pointing out my failures so lavishly

I hinted sarcastically as I redefined blasphemy with ink
dont even blink'
these are moralless high seas we rolled so hard on
planting seeds we see deceive
well being for sexy features and collages of true believers.
loathing of the calamity and the road rules omage to street sweeping
which goes on prohibited by those in badges and bandanas
only problem is THE unknown,so good deeds go unnoticed
catastrophey for the ego
call it the artist blues

go on. keep moving.

it is ceartinly a sign of what to dos