Graffiti Lover

Graffiti lover

You can trace the outlines
While I trace your frame in my mind.
Take your time and get every accent every contour.
Every time you run your fingers Over my ink girl
The hair on my neck stands.

She's fascinated
With the fashion statement
That my skin displays
Because her parents
Find it distasteful
To have your pigment tainted
With vivid paintings.
But this art has been around
Since the ancients,
And I appreciate that she appreciates it.

Too much pain for her though,
One of those things
She tends to stray from.
I tell her it's a mind over matter thing
And its only for a while
It's not a lasting pain.
But she'd rather
Skip the needle altogether
I can't blame her, I had to tell her as long as you
You stay the way you are
Me and you forever
Might as well be tagged across my arm.

The Respite of a Young Pioneer ( a short piece )

The Respite of a Young Pioneer

Sitting virtually on the edge
Of what their old bones have called 
Reality for so long, but 
Mediocrity and
Comfort does not appease me...

Falls Prayer (a micro ballad )

Falls Prayer

Cool October breeze
Radiant sun rays
Stark nude trees
Gotta love these days

Cotton-picked clouds
Stretched in the sky
Staring up , aroused
On a grassy knoll , I lie

Hustling faces passing
Pressed for timeliness
Autumn splendor in full fashion Praise God , I feel blessed !

Falling Out

Falling out

The love has dissipated
And participation in this
Relationship is missing patience.

Everything is
Give and take
And missing ain't as important
As we use to make it.

This is hatred
Under the guise of infatuation
Which is making it that much harder, to see the truth
And to see ourselves.

Therefore we are jailed,
By this constitution of our confusion
Too stubborn to consider Our conclusion.

Or maybe it's just for the
Sake of amusement
All the excuses chances exhausted
The make ups
The break ups
They happened too often.

We can't keep this going
We can't keep ignoring
We can't even call this
What we use to call it
I feel like
I'm falling
Out of love with you ..

A Thought ( a short poem )

A Thought

If God is not good
then we must ask ourselves
How are we to astutely
Define such a word .. ?

Homesick ( a short poem )

Homesick

Nothing
is as sharp as the pain
Of longing for your home .
Being true out of place
And lost amidst
a sea of strangers .

Moaning Lisa

Moaning Lisa

Can we try something different Tonight?
I am feeling a little artistic
Tonight...
And you look like the perfect canvas
To paint my Mona Lisa
Let me draw your features closer
Keep your pose there
And I'm a show you the most dope brush strokes I know
First
I need to strip you of your inhibitions
In order to get you in the position
I need you sometimes
I forget If I'm the page or the pencil
Something that could drive
Any sane artist mental right now
It's not essential
The center of my attention is entering
Into your innermost intuition
For inspiration to paint
The naked truth
Now let me see a naked you.

Paradoxical

Paradoxical

I am the problem .
I am the issue .
I am plague , and the disease , Sickness , all that is wrong and
Illogical , imperfection incarnate ,
I am pollution and vain ,
I am hate and evil ,
Destruction , injustice , malice
Greed that fuels envy
And pride the feeds murder
The darkest corner of the human soul
I am the problem ,
I am the issue ,
I am love .

I.N.R.I (this poem is a companion piece to Salvador Dali's Christ of St. John of the Cross below)

I.N.R.I

Cast me up on your crucifix and Color me the martyr, son of a father
To doubtful minds and sinful bodies.

The Sky and the wind howl of death,
While the sea frolics with pride at the shore
As I make my bed of wood and blood and steel.

Righteous men are found only in tales
And paintings, falsely depicted if at all.
The heart of man is a twisted terrain

I am Christ of St John, strung up high and proud.
Left for the mountains to gawk at my demise
And the soil to swallow up my frail physique.

In The shadow of a god ignored; Holy bastard at the tips of swords And spears, my shriveling flesh absorbs.

Legacy

Legacy

You will be as beautiful as your mother
And as commanding as your father
Your intellect will far exceed both of theirs
You shall climb the stairs their feet could not bare ,
And face the fears that made them hesitate .
You will be dedicated
To decimating the defamation
This race was designated .
You will be better in every way
They could have imagined Surpassing the standards ,
Outlasting the havoc .
All the world has to give
You shall have it .
Not simply because you deserve ,
But you shall earn it .
You will be determined to
Turning the turmoil into something tremendous .
You will be relentless in
Dispensing your depictions of life .
You shall also live it ,
As we could never have envisioned ..

To put it plainly

To put it plainly

Silk words
Caress the moment ..
Soft purrs ,
Expected omens
Decadent gestures
Make every second worth it .
The yelling and cursing ,
The fighting and hurting ,
That which makes us so very imperfect
Makes you the right person ,
And I the reflection .
Fire confessions from my body
To yours
And now our bodies implore
That we continue ,
It matters not the venue
For the only essential element is time .
Heaven sent , divine
Your love is sublime ,
Within it I find myself more refined .

Po' Mans Liquor

PML Blues

You are my poor mans liquor
Miserable without you
Even sadder when I'm with ya
My worst habit
My best affliction
You are my anarchy
And my repetition ..

Scraping up
Nickels , dimes , quarters
For a sip of insanity , downing your disorders ..
Tryna get the fix I need
Got me feeling broken
Drowning all my sorrows in hopes of the hopeless ..

I wish I didn't want you this bad ..
And I wish you weren't so easy to grab ,
All those nights I was alone ,
Thinking you were the solution
But that was an illusion
I feel like I'm about to lose it ..
Completely .

I know it's not healthy and the way it makes me feel ,
Doesn't really help it
I take a shot of you ,
And chase it with a second helping ,
Now right back where I was
Feeling low down and buzzed , Because ..

You are my poor mans liquor
Miserable without you
Even sadder when I'm with ya
My best habit
My worst affliction
You are my anarchy
And my repetition ..

Hate my guts

Hate my guts

Go ahead and punch me
kick me, push me,
like you don't like me...
let your friends think you want to fight me.
but when the doors close on them, you and I both know what happens,
kicking, screaming, moaning, scratching up my back to show your passion.
make them think you hate my guts. I'm fine with that. You and I both
know you love it when your riding that...
But thats strictly between me and you
So for now, i wont say too much
Other than
I hope all of your friends think you hate my guts.

Lunar Lullaby

Lunar Lullaby

I made my bed In the arc of a crescent moon
Slumbering nebulas
And docile asteroid belts
Loomed above my crown Like a mobile , lulling me into limbo
Suddenly a crescendo
Of shooting stars zoomed Overhead ...
One , two , three , four ,
I counted Sheep searching for a shepherd
In a sea of space ,
Displaced in star-kissed darkness Harkened by the herald of a lunar lullaby

Day Dreams

Day Dreams

Deep thoughts
Because deep pockets
Wasn't a feasible option . Daydreaming of high society ,
What if that was where I could be ? Hopefully ,
Possibly ,
Probably ,
Obviously ,
Nothing worth having is without work .
But all the best things in life
Are without cost ..
Still nothing you gain holds meaning
Without loss .
Day terrors of sacrificing the wrong thing ..

Are THEY real ?

Are THEY real ?

If only they could see what I see , But they don't and they never will , For they are not me .
They are not deep , rather shallow
Shielded by their social circles Standing in its shadow.
To afraid to find
A new estate of mind ,
So instead they define ,
The different as malign .
Missing all the signs ,
Pointing to progression ,
They are voices of a dark past
Avoiding what is destined .
My choice is new direction ,
To collect the true perspective of What's really real
And not just the one that they accepted ..