Poetry · Writing

Programs

I don’t got a reason to lie, that’s the truth from the sky

just stayin’ up long enough to breathe now its time to take leave

blowin’ away like leaves payin’ fees bitchin’ about that light breeze

fuckin’ on a sunday- and we finish prayer on the way home.

Back on my shit again and this is my jam

called it out get back in line get with the program

I’m only keepin’ good company

I am not talkin’ to you if you don’t have love for me.

 

Movin’ aside- oh wait thats you

you’re in my way of me and my crew

you’re such a monday and my friday ass won’t fuck with you

this is the debut

Follow me- I know the way

Yeah, you know you better stand

everybody got money, get the band together

movin’ like you can’t stand the weather

but it ain’t gon’ rain always.

 

Poetry · Writing

zoo trip

i do not believe you-

the truth labeled across your forehead

only after caught with dripping hands

do not bother walking over that threshold

you are no longer welcome walking over me

i caught you

the lingering aroma

the paw prints on your shoulder and back

did you enjoy the zoo?

brought some souvenirs with you

verified parking stamp

and a pressed penny

glad you had a good time

now walk your ass back there

and see if it’s open past midnight.

Poetry · Writing

wonderland adjacent

i dropped my pen

down a sewer drain

i never heard it land

swarmed in shadows

hugged tight like a loved one

down a hole to a place of wonder.

a place where you are here

dinner just ended

and when i leave

you will kiss me:

kiss me like i am off to war

like you have not touched lips in a decade

like you find the taste of love at the tips of mine and that is the sweetest pie

like you have found that special factor and it’s here.

 

that pen is probably gone

but i have another

and i will finish that wonderland

Poetry · Writing

seared wrist

you should be here

it wasn’t supposed to be like this

the warmth of your core, melted me.

So far apart the burn marks have faded

i am here you are there we’re so isolated

when did everything turn and become so jaded.

i don’t know

just a little while ago we sang a different tune

did it on our own needed no help no auto-tune

and i hold our mark

still on my wrist- i see you everyday

maybe i enjoy the whips across my back.

waitin’ for the torch to come back

it’s been winter for far to long

 

Poetry · Writing

grand reveal

i am constantly pretending

and now I don’t recognize

what is under the mask.

sly smiles and cheeky jokes

no one would think twice

but I thought twice

’bout buying a train ticket

anywhere.

the mask is cracked

and my tape walked out

glue left when it started raining

and the store is closed.

so what do you do-

when the light touches your skin

for the first time

reflecting on baby pictures

you did it back then

when love was free.

it has cost me an eye

just another sacrifice fly

and without the mask

forced to be unmasked

can see right through me

all the scars and the third degree.

will see who really will stay

when the monster is revealed

Poetry · Writing

5am on the water

bought a boat today

going to sail into an unmarked pier

and watch the sunset

i saved the receipt

i know it will let me down

hard to see the beauty through the pollution

i can hear her voice

could not find the words to tell her

beauty will always have pollution

but if we wont enjoy the beauty

we have lost our power.

i saved the receipt

because the beauty is not as beautiful without your beautiful smile

and i know you would like this

the reflective water catching the crimson rays

and i will not behave

i crave the engrave

of you

and a will to share the beauty

with a beauty.

Poetry · Writing

Opening the Airlock

We grew, together

holdin’ hands through pictures

mind the gap in time

I promised it would all be fine

just not all the time.

I know I can be an asshole

makes you want to leave to the south pole

couldn’t get you to stay

a little lost a lone stray

diggin’ a hole and it’s not finished

can’t put the shovel down or start another hole

and that’s a different story

flippin’ the pages it’s just too lonely.

Was always workin’ on me

but you were here with me

never stopped to smell the roses

hell couldn’t get you outside like a poem

missin’ the point it was right under our noses

watering the garden

but never saw it through

and now it’s through

through all in all you’ll still be the one

chasing but it was a hit-and-run

chasing running water

graduated from running college it’s my alma mater

but I’m still runnin’ never tired

writing this standin’ up always inspired

our song on the stereo

moving pipes Super Mario.

This is not a game

and I always carry the blame

punishing myself staring at the sun

watching the clock run

and I’ve never been that fast

day is gone now it’s overcast

and you’re still gone

telling me to walk-on

you’re so good at it now demonstrate

would be so easy a few blindates-

 

rather watch the clock

let it dock and I’ll walk

pass the cross walk

counting the days till we make the bedrock

again- but I’ll walk

sleepwalk

dreamin’ I unlock that mental block

shake the shell shock

no more double talk

never writers block

it won’t take sherlock

and after the aftershock

will be out-of-wedlock.

Poetry · Writing

Crash Bash

workin’ nine to five

just me and you lets thrive

put in the time to revive that sex drive

bouncin’ round like Crash Badicoot

there will never be a substitute

no one can dispute how good you look in that birthday suit

girl just sharin’ a piece of my mind

the world has been unkind

but here- there is nothing behind just focus on that grind

just me and you- nowhere else i’d rather be

no lsd- all here explorin’ every part of your sea

an start are own family tree with a little vitamin d.