Skill...

The Dedication

My Favorite Colo(u)r

Fuck secrets...

I want the world to see,

what’s so obviously meant 2 be

he and me run rampantly

Go ahead and hate on us

we laugh out loud

driven by our complete lack of give a fuck

He makes me want to scream and it’s everything I needed

He stands out from the crowd whereas others have receded

He gives me what I've only seen in dreams
2 see us from a distance we are so not what we seem
the supreme regime

Brown is my favorite color scheme...

He and me move in rhythm

part lover, part friend, part equally driven

he loves very bit of the love that I give him
and for all that I love him.

...............

Quiet whispers and late night calls

In each other’s arms we so gracefully fall

Sweet kisses and tender dreams

Hand in hand we can know we are what we believe

Fly far away home then come back to me

I’ll be here waiting,

all my love, guaranteed

Street Sigh (2006)

Craving a new life
Domestic possibilities
My ex Linwood soliloquy
Street sign confessional, underneath the lamp post
Cardboard sign preacher, street corner disease host
Solitary pool of light engulfed by all the darkness
Zombie eyed I wake and walk camouflaged in heartless
Hood low over eyes I can still see through my lies
Mind bone dry so through me the spray can cries
Acid Rain baptism 2 wash my sins away
So I smoke and smoke but time still stains
Guilt begets guilt begets guilt
Regrets guilt regrets guilt regrets guilt…

Bits n Pieces I (5.08)

Being me’s like screaming at the top of my lungs,
in 90 degree weather,
wearing an argyle green sweater,
but all the time…
So I’m hot and I look like a nerd,
you might can try to understand me but my vocabs quite absurd!

All you gotta do is pull one string and the whole thing unravels.
Good god if they only knew how my mind travels,
I’d be an outkast for life.
I might get low down but I’ll never give up the fight.
Like a knitting ninja, I wait to strike.

I got my mask and my apron on,
can I cook you some dinner?
Complete insanity’s on the menu and you look like a winner!
Sprinkle some Lawrys on, do I taste better now?
Leila is the champ! Housewife of the year, take a bow.

My love life is never got two things that match,
Ham, no burger. Chicken with no scratch.
And I’ll do my lil’ turn on the catwalk, yeah!
Headstands in the bedroom, they’ll say I’m quite a catch.
But then they never call me back…
So what’s up with that?

Got a masters in art, and a bachelors in laundry.
Part introvert, part genius, life still finds me in a quandary.
Like Col. Stinkmeaner I travel blindly.
Just one of those nights, my minds in contortions,
So this is my verbal abortion of monumental proportions.
Goodnight…

Bits n Pieces II (10.08)

Being me’s like standing in front of the speakers,

rocking brand new sneakers.
But just for tonight.

So I’m deaf but I’m still fresh.

Gripping life with all my might cuz it’s all that I got left.
All you gotta do is pull one plug and the systems in shambles,

good God if they now knew the direction my mind travels,

I’d still be an outkast for life.
In the past I’ve been low down, but it’s only prepared me for flight,

my light has never shined this bright.

I woke up, laced up and I’m ready to fight.

Insanity’s now my bass line, I’m unfamiliar with such heights.

Sprinkle on some glitter, do I act like a lady now?

I doubt it, I clown. Sit down, you only get half a crown.

In love with the music, no man to hold me back.

Friends and family surround me and I’m never looking back.

These drums are like my smack.
Got a masters in art and a bachelors in grammar,

Still introvert, still genius, still with myself enamored.

Over tired, under paid, over worked and under laid,

it’s all good I made the grade, I’m so happy that I stayed.
This is just one of those nights, my minds filled with percussions,

so thank you for your rapt attention to my one sided discussion.
GOODNIGHT

Dedication to Jim Carroll (6.09)

Depression crashes like waves as unexplained and unexpected as a river changing currents... Uncontrollable, the swing from high to low. Triggered by the simplest thing, sometimes nothing... Not so much depression as deep-ression. Hours and hours dedicated to the dissection and processing of a thought of a thought of a situation. Trapped in this cage of myself. Only when I'm with him am I free. Simple mined at that single moment, to appreciate the sunlight shining through trees. And nothing is missing. My life is beautiful and laced with sarcasm. Maybe a change of scenery is required. An extraction of the negative and replacement with the positive. Everything in my life is perfect I keep telling you... and me... So why amd I so reclusive... It could be as simple as watching Basketball Diaries... I don't take drugs anymore... well not so much these days... Emotion is the passion of the soul, my gift and my curse... on nights like these. Nights like these when I feel like his touch could cure anything. When I crave and ache for the alone when we can secretly and silently absorb into one another, eachother. If I could, I'd paint us the sky...


There will always be a poem

I will climb on top of it and come

In and out of time,

Cocking my head to the side slightly,

As I finish shaking,

melting then

Into its body, its soft skin

--Jim Carroll