Man-mess

There have been times when... I've dreamt of a land. A land of colors defamed by ebony without a cloud in the sky. Where rain runs black and blood runs colder than that of earthly serpents. I've dreamt of a land. A land where there is absence of shame,          of lows,                    of highs. Where bodies are stacked and there is no concept of past,          of future,                       of current. I've dreamt of a land. A land in which I'm peon nor puppet to book nor congregation. Where hinges aren't pressured and I am rid of the stones strapped to my spineless back. I've dreamt of a land where there

vague sketches etched in memory once so firmly engraved washed away like a beached message by children still behaved a little less, a little more concerns to bug the mind all in all to sculpt the model of ear-to-ear faced times leaves turn and friends will switch places and whoever annoyed will soon realize the gaping loss and deeply whittled void smiles still tied to other mem'ries begin to pull the reigns of the horse that carried laughter, love, sin, sorrow, and pain widows still stand though love stolen an honorable act while my head hangs lower than theirs i simply don't know jack while feeling as if disabled i stay

Birth in sin, to be born again? A still mental flier being posted around town. A youth of love, from push to shove... You gotta grow up sometime, and the time is now. A canvas so fine, with memory sublime Keeps a foreground of gold paint etching all details. But when going unkempt, while one may attempt Will burn to ash where beauty cannot / will not prevail. In taking this test, to be second best Is only to be the promise keeper and to lag behind. While love is tied, and persistence strives You'll only be honored by your own kind. A boy was swinging, while you stopped clinging On a tire swing built especially for him. It was hi

It's stiff, this idea of purification. Unbent striving to be limber for presentation, a point Marching, robots, weapons of the mouth. Raising a fist in the air and chanting, celebrate. Believing their words will make my lips quiver with hesitation To bless all with knowledge, hoping to annoint. Teaching and preaching from some who know what its "all about" They don't realize that my lips won't hesitate. Mickey-D's, hair-spray, gluttony, and enviromental poison What were we thinking to keep our minds off of things? Did we think it was right to dangle OUR lives over our heads? Because it's not. We outta be ashamed of ourselves. Booz