What I Likes
"What I Likes"
I like the shit,
The few, the ugly and drunk;
The gritty dirt in my teeth.
I like the honest, the true--
The candy-coated turds on the steps of the Vatican.
Ukulele Dreams
"Ukulele Dreams"
To pluck a string was to pluck at my mind,
These sounds were memories.
Nights at this place,
A paradise in the middle of cold water.
Yet on some nights, the moon was out and the water turned silver.
Flowers grew there, and the sand was fine.
The place was magic,
So simple...
It was just an island,
Just a beach,
Just a sun,
Just a people,
Just a hut,
Just a uke.
Yet...
There was something else there,
On those silver nights.
Tsk
"Tsk"
Life will be lived either way. We don´t just bounce off each other, but when we do connect, you just can´t make a big thing out of it, you´ll never get out alive.
Anyway, connection is magic. Communication is magic. But so are grunts. I don´t know, it´s all about finding the middle ground.
It´s all about finding the middle ground.
It´ll ruin you. In the end, we all cave in, and nothing sticks. There´s no way i´ll be able to get out of the hole i´m digging.
Tomorrow
¨Tomorrow¨
Too tired to die,
Too tired-- too fine.
Long days lead to long nights.
The depths we can go,
For nights we can suffer or fancy.
Tomorrow will be the toughest orgasm on Earth.
Today
¨Today¨
False genes tell truth.
Jealous syblings scream at God,
While plastic gets a new meaning:
Fat through a straw.
Families apart and through,
While rich get richer.
Respect is gone and so are you.
To Be Blank
¨To Be Blank¨
The afternoon had looked spotty from inside the window and I pictured a dumb night with friends doing and talking about the dumb. I get myself home through another and explore pixels. I look at these colored dots and I look and I look at these colored dots. So many dots, thoughts, emotions, practicals, imaginables, beautiful.
Home brings moments of blank and moments of bloom. The movie comes on and it´s blank and bloom, blank and bloom, bloooooooooom. The music becomes my puppeteer and I blank now. Now we blank, now we bloom. Thank bloom for blank and blank for bloom. The time is burning by and we go blank.
This Person, This Sun
"This Person, This Sun."
A ray of sun hits my eye,
One of the last.
The orange sun seems huge,
Beaming at me, saying:
"The day is done, reflection is my weapon."
She sits next to me, oblivious,
Not feeling what I feel.
What I feel seems so strong it floats over my head as a dialogue bubble.
She doesn't see it-- me.
I remember again,
How I first met this person, this sun.
In a flurry of people, aimless and shiftless,
She exploded forth, words shining.
She was always at the back of my mind,
Always someone to think about when the day was done.
But I noticed this,
And she moved to the front,
Always present now.
They Gave Us A Uniform, Boots, And A Gas Mask.
"They gave us a uniform, boots, and a gas mask."
$300 billion.
2,600 dead.
20,000 wounded.
Civilian toll much higher.
And then you ask me to tie a yellow ribbon?
Fuck you.
You people brought this on yourselves.
I´ll kill you all before I go myself.
There
¨There¨
By the good graces of whoever,
I find myself,
Not here, there, but myself.
It is good to know yourself.
The Twist
¨The Twist¨
Clear skies never seemed cloudier. What happened to the stupid nights of drugs and sex and laughing and junk food and movies?
The Thinker
"The Thinker"
I think and I think and I think,
I´ll remain the eternal figure,
Etched in stone,
Thinking of ways to be better,
Always and never.
The thinking stone will die alone,
Never, ever flesh again.
Something climbs up the vines on my wall,
Nearing my bedroom window.
It is a creature, with a bow and arrow,
Screeching words of panic, but with love.
The Races
¨The Races¨
The ernest stay at the starting line,
YOU will flourish,
Like a pilgrim colony killing off natives,
Like a lumber company cutting down a rainforest,
Like a pimp whoring out young girls,
Like a fortune 500 company downsizing on thousands,
Like a man sending thousands away for an invisible war.
The Politician
"The Politician"
So I'm walking down the street and I run into a man without a face.
I ask this man, "Man, where is your face?"
Man says, "I lost it in the war."
As he drove off he had no bumper stickers on his car.
Plastic Trees
"Plastic Trees"
These trees are made of plastic,
Windmills as far as the eye can see.
Smog clouding our skies,
Our children´s faces.
And I just can´t believe my eyes, she said.
Believe it, Ma´am,
The dirt is dead,
The skies are black,
The water same.
The only plant will be a power plant one day.
The Eternal
"The Eternal"
I´ve been as I always have been,
Like the sun, always rising, always setting.
New sparks in my brain, old ones too;
I´m the eternal,
I´m the never new and the always new.
The Dining Dead And The Chosen Few
"The Dining Dead And The Chosen Few"
They can be found in the living rooms,
The dining halls,
The kitchen counters,
The red lights,
At the movies,
In the park,
By a pool,
Always dying.
There are a few, though,
The few who sparkle,
The few who shine,
Twenty-one years after,
They will remain.
The Beat Will Drop Someday And The Moon Will Be A Lot Closer Than It Seems
"The beat will drop someday and the moon will be a lot closer than it seems."
Miserably invisible.
Fantastically invisible.
Almost invisible.
Nine years invisible.
You'll dress in a cloth, have a lollipop and walk through your yard with a complete stranger during a party.
Stoned Ways
"Stoned Ways"
Ways
My way is better than yours,yours is bad, yours
An aqua tortoise,the branch of a palm tree in the surf,the meat of a coconut,a salty breeze,on your face, that same face thatwas looked at,spit on,punched,fuck you people,merry fucking christmas, fuckers.
wiggle course, wiggle sofaaa, wiggle cafe, wiggle fucking starbucks and their awesome fraps that I would kill for. I killed niggas fo less.
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sleep once, file twice
monet skies,expanding words,silver water,a moon made of cheese,an novel thats just as edible,truman fucking capote,
Come back, Marijuana Steve.
UKULELE UKULELE UKULELE UKELELE DREAMS DREAMS DREAMS DREAMS
Steel Skies
"Steel Skies"
Lets just say this:
These days, we never know when the steel sky we made will fall on our heads.
When this sky falls, and the world is coming to it's end, there better be two people on a beach somewhere drinking a mai-tai.
It's just a question of what beach you meet the other person at.
