The servant had a premonition,
walking up to the master,
handing him a plate of disaster,
on a canvas platter.
The herringbone jacket
elbowed the platter,
and now the servant
He’s not a run of the mill type of celtic,
he used to help people,
Now he’s out to give.
Become the celtic,
your own life,
don’t let the Roman in your brain,
leaving you in vain,
hugs bring you up,
and other’s close.
Monkeys and humans,
both know, that
a tiny hug
can bring a bit of glow,
so let’s go,
check to cheek,
heart to heart,
everyday’s valentines ,
no need for sweet tarts.
uhohh get rid of that alarm clock,
it’s just another screen,
and in your face,
Use a brick and morder
your life is ready,
let’s get it stocked.
Laugh, feel the thunderous,
bubble coming over,
you like a typoon for a titration,
it’s a revelation,
when we make eachother’s day,…[Read more]
The Crucifix was a classical symbol of sacred death,
in today’s fast moving world,
a willow tree and a deep breathe,
can be a stretch.
A human is not like a house,
after it is dilapidated,
it can be renovated,
plugged into the an outlet of positivity,
the good luck haven,
sending out products priced tagged at random numbers,
a business haven,
we set 99 cents,
and call it the only,
they set 88 cents,
and feel like
that products solid in solidarity,
As we weave into the thoughts of humanity,
we brink onto the mental slides of reality,
one blue pill-seed,
one red pill-seed,
In a mosaic way,
she likes to stray,
he makes a move to stay,
right in front of her moving lips,
dropping jokes and tips.
He questions as he sips his…[Read more]
I want to you feel something,
shall we get away into the dark,
of the dance floor,
and get thin,
shall we crawl the night,
like were shadows of the dim.
With my hesitation,
I lost your temptation,
and now were both recollecting our lives
outside of this room,
let’s feel something,
do I need to show you something?
I’m banking on friendship,
do I let the thought of marriage jostle me into the jewelry store?
My friends and I ride,
the magnetic railways out to LA every Saturday,
although I love her, should I share a sandwhich with
her that never ends,
not the foot long,
the bread that never stops growing, yeeaahhh,…[Read more]
They say no harm, no foul,
but I get a penalty everytime,
anyone else but me is referring me.
Harm is conducive to that go getter’s daily jostle,
I’m not sure why I’m writing, if its for the sake of the word,
or the hustle.
I came up short when I peered into my bank account,
anything less than a million,
felt like negative…[Read more]
builders, are society’s backbone.
We once sought to build breathe,
upon coming afloat for air,
out of that fresh yet old whom,
we called home.
We’ve built a home now,
for all our worries
now we blow,
like light autumn leaves,
whispering through dry air,
for a greener grass
to rest thy head.
The Japanese Noblemen, sits down
seem to pine,
for the women,
of his dreams.
He languishes Calbee
reserves anguish for
even deliciousness can be missed.
under the sun,
all run, from his judgmental gums.
Then one day, after
The mutuality of my apartment’s mundane garden
that waves hello, and high fives me, is left hanging
oftentimes when the winds of pertinent desires
blow me off into my vehicle.
One day though, a host, of golden daisy’s, prostrates my attention.
Were they daisies? or were they daffodils?
Whomever they be, they began to dance like a salsa…[Read more]
In only 4 minutes,
the clamp of love,
can be rhapsodized,
any topsy turvy turbulence in life can be,
flipped upside down,
like burger on the grill.
Music is, a part of life,
that make us fly out of the trenches,
pay the rent,
of your vocal box,
and watch yourself soar like,
a bobolink in the Northern Americas.…[Read more]
Oh what an austierty, I haven’t much,
not as much usual,
so what, I’d rather be awake,
a real rake,
of what’s stake, out there, for me chew up
and make my own.
To profligate over nonsensical suppressible mistakes,
overtakes what my next move is so I create
instead of hate.
A courtesan, approaches you,
and its just a mirage, a past dream,
that was brought to you during the day,
so you dived in,
you fell right into the lap
of the devil,
now you’re in trouble,
your feeling the stubble,
let it burn, like usher did,
and you’ll churn the pleasure of waiting,
like a russian kid did,
The streak of learning never stops,
the screeches of yearning never haults,
we just happen to be human beings,
always on a feign,
until we’re crushed
like a smore under high atmospheric pressure;
I don’t get stressed out any more because I am my own mood’s lever;
a whiff of freshness, a gasp of a hellish,
Angel hot dog…[Read more]
I suppose as the child
we all feel like we need be wild
the grasshopper can only hop around a meadow
for so long
The rivera is where all the locusts stay,
and I always keep an open mind at bay,
when it comes to giving birth to a new thought,
or a new thought,
for my own child,
Get her a…[Read more]
the lobbisyts in my brain
from any pain
because what’s inside the cerebelum is a militia,
that’s ready to milk and thrust,
like ghostbusters when they’re on a hunt
for the next ghostly skunk that roams
in an area where politicians chew up other politicans,
into nothing but bones,