Distinguish

Thinking of a day that is soon to come...
And not knowing where these thoughts come from
But they must come from somewhere
And they will always come from somewhere over there
Thoughts of love that distinguish a man
And distinguish a man only love can

23.07.2002

"Etched in Stone"

In my zen rock graden, I have a stone that has the phrase "Nothing is etched in stone" etched in it. Just want to hear your thoughts on that....

Meaningless Metaphors 3-02-2007

I passively attack delicate matters with sledge hammers and smash them like windows on golf courses with seven irons on Sundays.
I speak in ridiculous oxymorons to juxtapose the reality that we are surrounded by elected morons who go off of unconfirmed evidence they supposed.
I often hide in the shadows cause I hate to expose the fact that each waking moment adds inspiration for my prose.
A writer with secrets only my notebook knows
Like shredded CIA documents filed in top secret rows.
My blood line blotted and bottled from a stranger, Ive never seen anything stranger--like allahs son Jesus raised in a manger...

These lies only grow.

Forced into an ubiquitous mystery of misery, I stare down and walk aimlessly
Off center I begin to spill coffee in my hungover state like a struggling poet
Tattered leather couches, wandering souls, headaches--I have no idea where my house is.
Slicing through butter like hot knives through sticky sausages heated by microwaves.
I allude to obscurity and fill up on verbal obesity served on silver platters
Often dwelling on things that dont really matter...or do they?
My house is now falling the noises the clatter, it bothers me, it shatters my brain.

Into pieces

And when that happens I get so excited I prance on sofas
like Tom Cruise on Oprah
I look like
With fleeting feeling I get thinking there is hope--uh...



...I really dont know

Picture of Poetry

Street Poet: Salvador da Bahia, Brasil 2004

Pinned Like a Butterfly

I feel like a butterfly push-pinned to a velvet wall flapping to get free

So beautiful in its struggle, yet hopeless, trapped, and waiting so desperately

But with my wings clipped I cannot fly among the sinking rays of the broken sky—the sun shattered into pieces bringing darkness

There I lay in my abyss amongst carpeted blackness and I begin to know the truth to what I truly miss

Like the blink of an eye where in that instant you missed the only glimpse of pure bliss—Found on this green earth…

but its not so green anymore

Like the touch of a beautiful queen, pushed into you on the street…holding her boyfriends hand, but you caught her sight…For just one eternal instant her eyes met yours and the scarlet letter A blinded her and made you turn away

Then, holding your breath only to exhale her thoughts and become in tune to her rhythm as you lie next to each other in bed—tired but not willing to drift into dreary distance of sleep because our harmonious gasps for air have become intertwined and we feel as though we are divine

Like closing your eyes as if it were for the last time and replaying all the beauty in this world

Because your beauty made me walk down endless desert roads without water

And your beauty made me climb the highest peaks without oxygen.

Your beauty made me dive to the deepest depth gasping for one last breath…one last breath of you…exhaled…but now I am blind

I took in all the beauty of the world for one last glimpse of you

But you left me with just that vision and now I’m like a vagabond on your voyage freely floating around on this globe searching for one last breath of you

Its like playing cards where you have four aces I lost against with a pair of twos

The adrenaline pumps as my heart races

Lost in the valleys of wide open spaces

Where, glacial tills erode our history and wash away a path along my hearts misery

There you will forever be enshrined as the alpin-glow lights illuminate the way

Questions bleed from my veins hoping to wake up another day

And as my chest grows beyond your absence--I might as well become abstinate, I cant go on with these lies…I cant go on with this disguise, I want to just take one last look and for the last time… close my eyes

Creative Crayola Colors

I got a box of crayons…

But my box of crayons doesn’t contain those creative Crayola colors like chamomile brown that we all remember from our younger years

It doesn’t have that-- school bus yellow we used to paint those big bright suns in our stick figure family portraits

Yea, we all thought were masterpieces--with the brick red house and platinum blonde haired family standing happily on the forest green grass

My box of crayons is full of colors of the world that we see today, each and every day

Unfortunately, they aren’t the original creative Crayola colors such as my favorite: purple mountain majesties, or the classic macaroni and cheese

My box of crayons consists of colors like: heartbroken grey and fuck Valentines Day

To me, the once popular purple pizzazz blends well with the new governmental favorite terrorist alert orange

Shaded by the popular preemptive purple we find ourselves filling with fucked by Bush Black

And forget the days of lime green and vivid tangerine

I’ve replaced those with where is the democratic party blue and lung cancer nicotine


There are, of course, the poetic crayons that paint the pictures of this globe

Sunset orange, radiant red, tantalizing turquoise and Beautiful Brazilian blue

But all those have been replaced with American Airlines pilot finger flicking fuck you

Constitutional lies yellow goes nicely with media manipulated maroon

Soon enough we will all end up like the WTF mate cartoon

…Fucking kangaroo brown

Governmental globalization mahogany pollutes the once popular peaceful periwinkle

Atomic Middle East accents well with al Quaida orange

So why don’t we just color destiny with clash of civilizations mahogany


Anyways, lets check the black and white and read all over fabricated news

With endless references to Michael Jackson child molesting baby blue

Or how about scarlet letters paint the way for Kobe Bryant yellow

Because that’s just arbitrary orange

We need to see more colors like humanitarian aid green

And blush from a first kiss excitement rush

The colors of the rainbow have brought us to the brink

Like creating an amendment prohibiting gay marriage pink…

Angry adolescent youths prefer the popular color of my opinion doesn’t matter

And people below the poverty level have way too much I ain’t getting none of that green

Whereas president Bush’s sidekicks are rolling around in reconstruction red

Halliburton yellow and Arthur Anderson orange are building and accounting for our future

Fuscia’s fury is now green with envy

And Oscar winning gold sees a terrorist frenzy

Creative Crayola colors that were once so divine, have come to see their dreams decline

But--on a lighter note…Nike shox are coming out with their new spring line

Metaphor Free For All

The Best Moment in TV History:

Sean Penn vs. Stephen Colbert