Sift

Sift through the shift of this drift with a lift
And I came to this place as a seeding roots spreading gift
Rummaging through the whiff of a root bound bliss
And the cliff missed the echo of the vista
Cutting edge- this is how I ask
Tasked in a force of a mask unveiled
Mist on my face while I gave unto space
Sasquatch flailing with a level one trace
Bask in the sun of a delight on my face
There’s a wondering round in a field of this sound
Chock full me ne hungry now
Crowning of mischief rules are drowned
And I speak loud clear not shrouded with a glare
Roots continue to sprout bottomless flair
With uprising flower shine from day one on
Ney from the past that’s from spawn of the slalom
Curves groan each carve whisking away a drone beat
Sliding fallen sleet beneath ones feet
I remembered my spikes and brought them with me today
And punched air through soil my hydration speaks
Slight as ever delicate one crack creaks a spell
What say do you? What say is you?
Dread gleeks for itself
Always at the bottom of the curve there dwells
Finnish line. Go on, get your bells
Mine never does. Finish.
This worm squirms with morning dew,
Best tell tell fresh first morning breath,
My in my out grew in tune
Always dressed for June, my bloom
Continuum main objective always will be
Sprouting stand tall this tree
No rush in my giddy up and I’m pleased 
To see the dreams  finely coming to me.

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Pickle

Trickle from a slapstickle...
words from the wise fire eyes is a disguise
and a size up on the rise by and by
cauterize the terminal angle
pickle the wikipedia clue and in true
its fickle
but I'm good for a tickle
cut the umbilical cord
you're on your own
it's the only place i've ever known
speaking up for myself
i'm blown away
brimstone magic burns me
one step at a time
coals on goin
heats my degree
while feeding me
pure but choice
mixed pedigree
a record of ancestry- family tree?
voice to be me-
one and only-
maybe you see a way through your rhapsody
and im swinging on the vine
smile on mine
i have time-
all the time
fascinating- it's free



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FENCE

FENCE


 Here's my impromptu perception of it all...

white picket fence on the de-fence of the which side of the lets commence...what i say is what i am not a hindrance of what the mental sense of mind and pretence. an imaginative spirit, an omnipresence in a state of the art lessons I continue to teach myself, It’s like the peasants at the bow of your feet, mercy be us, hence the word magic…it cant be seen with the naked eye. Tragic. And I know not to cry why...me in a tense ball of fire…I can go higher than this…I can fly…humming bird dispense a million flutters and one utter of the breath of truth I’m finding It’s easier to prove. No wonder the numbers that be…nonsense to say the least. This Mother Teresa, who are you? Why don’t you teach me a thing or two? Perhaps, I’ll tell you- which language do you want? 50Cents it’s my final offer, or a ten pence, take your gamble for currency in an emergencyin a state of defence. Maybe strike up courage and see what’s a mirror image of the face on the coin. Profiles among us, conjoined mysteries, many of the type, I’m about to learn about the art of flight. No answer to the questions, we’re test-ions on planet martion experiment…sharing and breathing the same atoms of existence. Spitting it out chewing it up spitting it out chewing it up, a deliverance of schlop soup  stirring something I never knew. I’m exhausted by this frosted flake, shake it off, it’s just a moment in time staked with memory, fine. I can fake a smile tomorrow, but the next for real is all mine. Only 24hrs of this chastity will be my bind toward a new frame of mind. Snake on the slide, Ima open wide, take it all in, all big in stride, this is our world but a silent drop of a pin, one side or the other, there’s no way to win.


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Crazes

Things aren't always easy and its up to us to interprit these times in a relative positive way... Here's my spin on something that ain't such an easy ticket- impromptu rhyme..


Yep a ways of waves on days of crazes n sways on blazes thru mazes of b'jayzus.. And trays of who says is ablast and greys but who gives a shaze when shades of ways can bring bk the days....    <)))*>...fishin food for thought...

whut whut v-day schmee-day

Just when i thought I would give up forever, I bring a new light with a postive shine on my life and these beautiful days I have been blessed with. Triying to post this before midnight...wish me luck! This one has refernce to the number 14- so here it is...

Where were your parents when you turned 15
When you were learning bout dreams and only sippin on cream
sodas, were you goin to the top or stoppin at sorta
kinda, maybe I fell in between,
But that was when I was only 14~
Smokin in bars was my pasttime at 13
talkin, beers, liquers, no shirley temples here...
move on with your sippers of Grenadine,
Like i was guna make it to age 17
Babies on hips was the future for me,
But I could tell my lips were too sure to speak
for themselves,
and i coulda found myself drowning in a bottle well
My days in Saudi and spain were dying
So sick of my pilot dad always training and flying
When would the day arrive when I wasn't aspiring
to see if we could be a family alive again...
But, I'm a Cryan Shame and my name came with a destiny bound to never remain
in the same ground twice,
and if this life should suffice, then i'm found and im spliced
between homeslice and everything nice, on my own
cuz around these parts,
there's no such thing as a slice of home slice!
So off to this land for an american story,
from the bottle in my hand to building some priorities...
Itsz up to me to grow up and understand
and not distort what the youth can as minorities
Home slice Home slice, and everything nice
I never had that but im sure its a delight
Gone with the wind and my seat belt is fastend
ready to be spinned from a life of distractions,
seas shells and sea shells, to chainsaws and tree wells!
Home slice home slice, and everything nice
I never had that but i'm sure its a delight
perhaps i;ll follow my dad in flight...
it is after all, such a beautiful night!
And it's young out there, and despite of your fears,
Dare, dare, dare to be scared,
 get bare get naked shake your head and prepare, cuz its a part of yooooour,
home slice, home slice, and everything nice,
It's your life to entice, you throw the dice
Look into your soul with your eyes open wide,
it's up to you, you and you to decide!


Damn- 12.06...i tried :)

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THE UNTOUCHABLES

Wow- I've been slacking and wondering around like a just discoverd bat! Here's one from last year.

Descubriendo sentimientos sobre los duros de este mundo.

Estamos viviendo entre ducho y los que son perdidos.

Could we ever jostle a word around like slum

If the lost could be found at no cost

To some of those who own the ground-

And I’m astounded by this draconian action

by those with custodians who feel satisfaction

Day in and day out

And their lack of intact

Shuns the human life and without strife

They call it untouchable?

And am I the fool to think by this expression

I might save one more fit of depression

Belonging to a poor soul who’s life’s a consta-recession

Shit. Let’s start the procession

I’m a middle man and a means to an end-

And I stand ready to lend

my Untouchables a helping hand,

Cuz all they ever deserved was a piece of land,

To feel safe, unharmed,

By the inevitable- contraband.

Whether it’s the Favelas, Kamagasaki, Barrios, or Dharavi-

How could you not feel like you’re in the hot seat?

You throw them around like they’re the dice in a game of Yahtzee-

You got your full-house, you got your chance,

Roll the triple six- you may as well be a Nazi!

You stumble around with your promos and your prophecies

You buy your million dollar toy dogs and Untouchable brands like Louis Vuitton and Versace.

And oh my gosh, did I hit the hammer on the nail?

Did you just catch this slam crush parellel?

My brain hurts, can’t you tell?

It’s beginning to swell, but I can’t dwell

On a cultural clash, I have to keep my chin up- I’m Jennif”realz

Pick through the pieces of this double entendre,

Were at a tipping point-

we gotta look beyond

the clash and hone in on this double Untouchable-

Let’s crash the debutant party

and mash the lunch-ables with the munchables

And feast up a serious sunny bowl… of cherries.

Chew on this- I know it can be done

Don’t just say screw it cuz it’s too much of a conundrum.

We can place caviar and grits on the same plate,

We can learn to love to bits and alleviate

all that which we discriminate.

Cuz what it really all boils down to,

Is, we essentially come from the same place,

We were all born naked and with a blank slate-

And we were all born without the game face.

They taught us to divide and conquer, homogenize, and assimilate.

But don’t believe the hype!

There’s only one side of the fence gate

We really are all alike, we really are all touchable.

And like someone said- we don’t bite!

Descubriendo sentimientos sobre los duros de este mundo

Estamos vivendo entre duchos y los que son perdidos.

So cut the crap, let’s get found, let’s Untouchables unite, let’s all of us come around!

©

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Snow Seems

I'm trying to be positive with the weather scene upon us- realized in my state of seasonal confusion, I hadn't posted anything in a while. So here goes: a free-flow rhyme for the sign of the time :) hope it makes you feel cozy and happy in the cold dry sun!


Sorry guys, things are just not what may seem
and in the light you see a beam
its projecting a ray of security
with warmth and comfort and a well rounded currency
fractals upon us in a desolate pattern
and without the icey crystals in a dry earthen splatter
i traced my finger in a line of ants
and watched as they milled around with discombobulated rants
and when i looked up and saw what was before me
it seemed we did the same to our cloud seed
and people wondered with nowhere to go
lost in a world without any snow...


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