The (Last) Hanging

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I like knowing where I'm at,
I appreciate the circumference of a tailspin gone flat.
I fidget and fawn,
Like a stealthy pawn,
Calculating nothing,
But the moves I've got wrong.

This tree is made for hanging,
A noose around it's neck,
Left swinging in the wind,
On this beautiful day, a-wreck.

I pulsate, I contemplate
I seize the moment fast,
Those old experiences of what has been done,
Are cause to say "at last" !

That tree, to me
Is like the burning bush
Begging me to leave behind,
Let go of
The swine within, and it's grotesque push.
Left carved without a spine.

Do you have the guts, the balls to hang himself?
Can you leave him here, with all his wealth,
Roasting out to dry,
An Apple in his mouth and carrots in his eye.

It's now or never, get sworded up
Strength is in the redeemer,
Requiring a move, abrupt.

But you won't, will you
You'll even have mercy for the wicked shrew
You'll let him perpetuate,
Until you choose.
Pull the cord on that noose.

BowTied

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Packaged nicely, my neck
The gateway from thought into action
The tunnel to manifest, "What the heck"
The bridge between possibility
And actuality,
Not to be taken as futility.

That's why I treat it well,
Tie it up with a nice little bow-
Like the turtles protective shell,
Those two little loops let you know;

This is the new heart.

The vav to bring down the light,
Make believe in something that wasn't there last night
Treated like a gift to unwrap,
Like a shoe to keep together,
Those two little hoops
Protecting from whatever your weather,
and all the storms of troops!

My neck, should not be the model for a noose
Sacrifice, slaughter or whatever martyr you so choose.
Celebrate, those special features
Where my characters become real live creatures!

I Imagined

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I imagined the world, tilted towards the light

The names and faces, of all those who fight

For the change, to be all they can be

And for that moment of moments,

When we'll all be set free.

I imagned that look, as I glanced in the mirror

All of a sudden, it all seemed much clearer

That person standing there, wasn't afraid anymore

Fear dissolved into love, washed ashore.

I imagined the moment, I let go of the past

When I stopped dwelling in droves, of "what I did last"

Blessed for great experiences, too many to count

But the real blessing is NOW, thats what I found out.

Been there, done that

I wrote the book, AND sold the rights

It's out of my control,

it time to move to greater heights.

I feel

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I feel like it's the last time,

I feel like it's the first time,

I feel like - in no time,

the roof will collapse.

Willing to go the extra mile,

scrub the grout from every tile.

You think "Wow, it's been a while.."

then all of you, devoured into relapse.

Trapped, within the glass box

the human aquarium, as strangers take stock

illiterate to the spectators, as they talk

All they can do, is pick up the pieces of the scraps.

I work so hard,

I rummage and pill

I fight to the death,

insomnia's will.

Feeling inertia tipping her toes,

creeping up on me,

holding onto my woes,

in fain, I welcome her demise,

cheering her on,

what gives, any longer

is worth the prize, for long.

I feel like it's my testament

I feel like the road is all that's meant

I feel like there is no finish line ahead

I feel like I am fighting for scraps of bread.

I feel...

I feel ...

I feel ...

I too, superman, am made of steel.

Loli-B, Not for Me!

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Don't tell me where I'm going, before you can see what i can do,
This plan b bullshit
Isn't meant for me,
maybe you.

You wanna know, I do too
What it might look like, something new.
A path to peruse
That brings me round,
To That "make other plans"
score
a whole new sound.

Yet, as far as this eye can see
It's just eternal desert sands.

Maybe i'd be a stay at home mom,
I've always wanted that,
Raise my three kids,
In a Portland flat.
Learn to fly, prop airplane
Who knows, the way the wind blows...
Could take me to insane.

Could take me to heaven,
Sitting' up in my attic
Sewing up a maven,
Couture looks for the bible
Wives
Under my veil,
Concealing all my lies.

You'd never know,
The greatness of me,
Or maybe it's a ploy to get
Me to believe
'turn a different corner
Walk a new path
But I fear all those,
Who lay in my wrath.

I could.
I should.
I might
I won't

I'd give it all up,
If just once I could know.

Burning The Boat, 101

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If you set off to seek another land,

In search of an island, of all your own sand,

You plot and plan, your expedition there,

Then you arrive on time, with all your scare

As "reality" sets in,

You feel your heart poundin' "what've ya gotten yourself into?"

"how'll ya figure out what'ver to do"

Then in the moment of panic, you remember where you came from

Whilst that wasn't YOUR paradise,

It might be for some.

You second guess yourself, "maybe it wasn't so bad"

Then you get on the boat to settle for what you had.

And that's the cycle,

you spin yourself 'round

If there's a back up plan,

You can bet it'll be found.

The only way, to insure

Success

Is to burn the boat,

change your dress.

Don't look back,

Fight the fury

The only way to win the case,

Is to BECOME the jury.

Evol-ve

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I evolve
Not a victim of growing old,
And not stuck in the track of youth-on-hold
I Evlove
the drug, the fountain of dew
The pot that keeps me at heart,
Indispensable to the free-radical part,
and pesticides.
Rich in neo-peptides
Learned today that Vitamin E,
Makes your frame, lame
Bones into drones
Your skin will look great,
Sitting on the plate.
So...
I evolve.
It may not.
What do you do?
Feel like the earth is on a rusty axle?
Free will on Paxil?
It's 32 but feels like 12
Climate change,
Living hell?
Evolve
Thought patterns, on the downward spiral
No Screeching halt,
As the tweets gone viral.

It's Me Again.

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We've all been right here before,
This meeting, of the souls
Who were you, what was your role
Who was I?
How'd it unfold.
You wanna ask,
But why again?
Why in this way, do we meet again?
What's the price to pay, what's the souls correct
Were you my love, or some mate I begat?
Another time, another place
I hope this go round,
we begin to erase
The curse, for the cure
The here and now,
Where we've been before
A lesson in how.

You. Egos.

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Please tell me how great,
You feel
When you need to tell me how great I am,
How I find myself in situations where you make me feel better than I am.

I'm not in need of the constant stroking,
The "please don't breath too close to me" poking
Feeling inflated to the n'th degree
When I go home, the mirrors all I see.

What's with it?
This forced perception of my so called need,
The time honored stigma of stardom
Where you alleviate your woes to constantly Feed
Egos.

Apparent Transparency

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Apparent Transparency
Bedazzled & fancy,
A place at the table
Where no fools, feel the peace
Sight insatiable, ready and able.
A primordial kind of sleaze.

Steele strings strum as guitars sing songs, with flair
Keep your stirrups down and your hands up in the air.

This ain't my first time at the rodeeo,
Beverly bills, rhinestone plasty
a walk down the line, of fancy credo
Veto the will of any man who dares call this life
"neato"

Apparent transparency
I see right through,
Feel the lack
Of the scars that don't bruise.
Unarmed man,
With battle wounds,
Any moment;
Redemption from doom.

This is the way it goes,
You hit rock bottom,
With all it's blows
Woes wilt within the brush,
Transformation into paradise,
Becomes your crush.

Apparently transparency
Is all its cracked up to be,
Been there done that,
What has been, happens to thee
To us, to all.
No-one is exempt from the inevitable fall.