justly so

making the hidden work stand out in front of our eyes
bold and bidding, daring but never seem to try
just from one to another
it was all true all the time and we never knew
pulling string like teeth to get in the ring
with gold hemmed gloves
lobby for me making my case grandstanding
sympathetic latter half taking plans to stands
don't worship the calf
I couldn't begin to tell you how wrapped around nail
of the fingers of "Fate" rise to power as of late
the Federal WAL....L
he was the cream of the crop you see and was loved
he didn't know what he'd to lose and grace when forth
Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds
this power that's amassed, this trickery still binding
came forth from a love first days light blinding
and to Him return

impower

Scratching the surface I open up
a big lift of green smoke a tug of blue
lay back and keep the textured ceiling company
as my mind drifts down this warm river
I can't help but touch on that warm gravy
abducting and deducing, reducing and deducting
reflecting but unable to see so clearly, you
deflecting any attempt to subdue
rationality that quivers my Bones, makes me ache
gives me a fucking headache

I'm falling-but not down-up
scaling the face, Rushmore sized at the base
remorse, regret, rebuttal and debates
then Sin, then, let it in
I've been born again
but not again and again and again
don't you see the dictation, or is it diction?
the lines are being fed in front of you
your ear just isn't keen enough to listen
despite all intuition, it's all in inflection

homeword

I hit my home key in silence, trudging through
seas of septum sinking serenity
an eternity, benevolent race
and tiding binds in me, into you and out
i have no moon to afflict,
no spaces to grab without already made out self serving portions
the kind that serve the self
the self serving kind

I lie and wonder

I lay in wonder, cardnals breaking the red out of the spectrum
Yellowed decayed foam, looking quite thirsty
a beating velvet heart pumps saphire red indirect
have you found me wanting,
i found nothing waiting
I Found Nothing,
not hopes nor dreams
casting gazes into
out of thin air
nothing, more than thin air
tangable in an intangible idea
seemingly paradoxical

stubbed

Across my feet, this tortured street
breaking bothered testing ways
make incomplete these faltered feet
and the clap they left amazed
did i paint Michelangelo into historic shades
or maintain that we both weren't raised this way
until finally there was a day, we toasted
mostly boasting that our right was left
as we were left alone to be right