i remember the first couple games you were just an ordinary man ball in the hoop day in night out than you turned into a legend eight to twenty four an all star was born five rings later a legend four kids later a man crash later a god. i can trace my love of… Continue reading mamba out
Tag: Poem
mulligan
jacket weather never leave the house jacket weather lover. that's the type friday the first we woke on a boat that's the type of lover.
Senior Skip Day
just me and these goggles can't imagine missin' these days pjs an waffles won't put down the bottle won't get outta bed till noon lets not leave this room chill on this bed an stay awhile cuz damn this breakfast is good kick back an pull up my hood kick back an dream
elevator
the elevator in your intuition hasn't settled on a level floor by floor juggling balance and sanity. buttons on all floors mashed in flashed in fire escape button hit in a corner waiting
refugee
fighting away the urge to fight just take a flight find a home made out of bricks read about the licks you missed in a boat sailing away; far away that ain't very fair they made you mayor now they call you traitor blow your brains out with a lazer and that wouldn't phase her… Continue reading refugee
snakes loose
drawing blood to test if this dimension is habitable, when did this glass become so life like. now it is just right the walls caved in glass shot a tunnel of hiss flying box house of balloons
personalized jack o’ lantern
your sweet song beckons me closer; listen to me, don't waste a hand on that clock put your hands up than down like a prayer and rip the skin off my flesh, carve me like the thirty first dress me up as your favorite dream sing that song that keeps my ears star born, don't… Continue reading personalized jack o’ lantern
inked archer
do you remember when the walls went up, the security, the safety, knowing no one will ever get in, until one archer with a single arrow sinks the wall like a rowboat whistle and a walk
lightworker
you'll lead the way will follow; protector of man- the earth below her feet; she worships the ones you will not meet; she notice electric fingers twirls the air like string earth given powers, meant as a sign to bring forth the daily wonder we walk on without regard; her gentle roars keeps the power… Continue reading lightworker
inner demons
i created you i. like god with an atom a sorcerer with a spell a scientist with the elements i gave you purpose; with the swish of ink with the words of centuries before, with the graceful eyes in my skill, and the hands dished from the pot of decades of molding- this is mine.… Continue reading inner demons
Saint's Muse 