The Buzz Poem

I never had a man teach me to shave, 

So, I am left with cuts from single blades

Stringing along my life 

In an effort to make sense of my misery

Mom, dear mom, I forget your warm love

And I miss the frank thoughts of random strangers

preaching together their life, as if they had the answers to a pop quiz

But question those beliefs, 

Discover the answer of Christ and galaxies

For when I settled on the fact that one plus one really equaled two

I divided my gold and was down to negative one

And while we’re at it, fuck your fear, your indecisive thoughts

those grave robbers, gold diggers, and that pick pocketer

Make your mark, for you are clever

You influenced a weak man to write

to love, to speak

So raise your cheeks, and find pride in love and hope.

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My despondent thoughts linger and have carried me through hollow trees

and frighten that I am from fluorescent lights hiding your eyes

as your lip form tears stroke your face, while he bashes your head

and an unforgettable forgetting father then takes his place in bed

as I sing ‘blood is thick and water is refreshing’

trying to run from a shameful staircase

to end up to this hollow tree, this giving tree

for me to burden her once more

just to again turn my back from lost faith

since she can’t provide anymore

So, I’m beat and walking

shutting my eyes, going back to a place where I loved her

for I am lost and have abandon my mother

I have lost love; my mother

Love Poem

Stocks of burning fire pressed upon my face

Melting this heart

Creating a feeling for just a moment in time

that deflates Earth

Becoming as significant as a billion year old star

That I gaze on with tar clouding my lungs

Making my body steam like a spicy nut

Falling in love with baby goats

And quite frankly the thought of you pulses my tongue

To reach for your breasts

Then your tongue speaks of composed sentences

That were rehearsed from a past lover

That makes me deny a beautiful heart beat  

So, my lover, find yourself through me and be cared for

Because this pain of stone placed in my chest has been lifted

With your isolated touch

I have fallen for you dear

And I’ll keep it to myself

For the same instant you came

You shall disappear to find new

My Day

His heart is an anchor sinking this ship to the ground

there is no visor to block the sun, so throw up your treasure

He’s fucked, swimming in a pond, she knows it

She’s my captain, and she fondles her broken boards

She’s dying, this anchor is wearing her down

My brothers, you are in shambles, rotting pieces of wood

And I only can reminisce when this ship set sailed

I was proud; I loved

Now, my gold is stone, my patience is string, and my eyes rest on his death

For his chain will break and his anchor will fall to the endless sea

and this ship will be at last set free

Words For Friends

I washed down this key with my love 

And walked for miles to loose my mind

But, this safe is full and this secret is too strong

I speak slander words and play the fool to kill the hunters

But it’s fall

and the bullets slice the leaves, causing me to gasp,

trying to find a route to escape my saviors

Because I am a deer falling from fear

and they are hungry; I’ll feed them

I have been stalking the night, and it knows

Death is stalking me and I cover it from cold

My thoughts are pillowed and I am in love for seconds

Thinking it’s an end

Though I see through this misery of illusion 

Feeling my thoughts weep,

Knowing those seconds death is my closest friend,

And realizing I’m happy

I’ll smile and look in her eyes, as if I finally mean it 

She’ll take her time and sing to me,

Thinking she will rescue my sins, even for a brief moment of time

But I found my God

And I shattered my father’s lies, and kiss the family for waking me from dreams

Because death is my closest friend and I’m happy

Just Another Tuesday

My lady, you are mad

the night time, your blind time

your mind out grew its shell and you can’t seem to speak

these pants are ripped at the seams, leaving me nude

babes speak, they shake

my dick is untouched

and now the fag is me

she says she misses me

she says a lot

he’s heading out west again

he’s trying to find his eyes

I can’t help him

she can’t help him

and I drank up all his milk

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The honest eyes of a broken new born breaks me down.

Grandfather clock is running out of time;

these pills are overwhelming me as the carved old man cries.

His red mother has beaten him with loving bats,

While his son eats from an apple tree.

My identity is stolen from me;

My traveling time turns into a fine left in the mail.

Silence is spoken, my family is dead.

The beaches are empty, my pillow case is dry. 

This doesn’t make sense.

Still, I have honor from the music we create in prison.

I have joy from her voice…