The Mother of All

As angels fall
Devils fly
The truth is disbelief
As we live in lies.

Fires burns
Within hearts so cold
The young aren’t so frail
They have become hardened and old

Fresh to the world numb of mind
What was said?
Has now been sold
Too see is to be blind.

White or black and yellow
Whatever the lines, dear fellow
It had to be toed.
Led by example the fable of the world

Led to death by the voice
The choice, destruction
This new mould, the consumption
I think I must go the mother of all

We Meet Again

We meet again,
The same old spirits
I guess they never wonder far.
From black eyes to blue eyes,
With eyes of jade.
Always the same but of different age.
Father left or unknown,
Lonely women
Divorce and at home.
Why I keep meeting them
I’ll never know.
Life stories told in an instance,
Followed by the words I knew you would understand
I suppose I do,
But how do you know?
Our spirits met, they told me so,
Silent as you sleep, loudly as you walk.

Forever close by,

Together you talk.

She’s a Persian cat

She’s a Persian cat
Very smooth and gentle.
Wildness behind the eyes
The shine, the essential
Perfect Jaw line
Perfect Nose
They way you walk
Perfect toes.
Eye lashes,
Short but striking
Blond hair
The desire and passion
Delicate touch
Fragrance sweet flowers
Could hold you in my arms
Kiss you for hours.

It’s Funny

You think it’s funny
That I speak my mind
I think it’s funny that
You think I’m blind
Messing around with others
Still telling lies
Saying you love me
Big eyes like crocodiles
The years have rolled by
In a relationship of fears
With everyday that passes,
The glass fills with tears
Half full or half empty
Is how I’m feeling
Stealing each moment
But my heart is bleeding
My mind chasing shadows of forgotten memories

Do I Stand

Do I stand and watch as something grow,
give up belief for where it goes.
Ideas change,
of that i am aware,
what i want is important,
that must be made clear.
Running around for someone else,
tired looking for peace in ones self.
Drugs and alcohol,
start to take toll,
too much of these absent misdemeanor's,
loose ones mind and desert the soul.
Money,
so funny,
chase it,
pray,
play
be lucky,
go hungry
looking rich,
broke to be cool.
Materialism the new click,
You'll thank me when you get older understand.
It is the greatest saying in the land
i told you.
So,
You'll thank me one day
they always said ,
it was true
I see it every night,
when i wake
and go to bed.
enough said,
I'm not easily lead.
I'm street
i have cred.