Friday, June 24, 2011

Your A Wizard Harry

"Your a wordsmith, Abe."

Uttered in a second, not affixed to one time or place,
Instead a a state of places where we had spent moments
stares and smiles, sighs and dies,
that rolled up snake eyes as the seconds ticked away.......




The moments are rushing and my beat is pulsing.
Some electronica infused, bass blasting burning of boundaries that need not bound me.

Fleeing, running ,
And there is no cowardice,
No fear of police, only relase.

I said good night. I thanked you for the light.
That was the second time and place that I would never again disgrace.

The fox has left the building.
Slinked off back, with hands in pockets, tail twitching along the breeze.
And maybe he'll be back one day,


He has gone,....

Gone Away.


from the perpetual dream state,
The time for dreaming is too late,
The future abounds with endless posibilities,
Inifitity is beyond our sensibilities.

My brother here,
My brother so dear,
The day has come to wake.

And so our mistake,
Was dreaming our life away.

Slumbering sleep,
Was falsely deep,
The waking state,
Can be a scary plate,
Just desserts and fleeting verse,
Can never stop the chiming alarm.

The gentle hands of sound,
Wisened and raw,
Shake us...


Thursday, June 23, 2011

Random Musing

When you walk,
can you sway your hips,
Parting refined lips,
To the sweet scent of roses.

The crosses,
Of the star struck lies,
In the fields of flies,
Where once your heart did occupy,
Now the fiends choose to lie.

You are rotting,
Bulbous growth,
You are stinking,
sour note.

Someday soon

I'll meet you in the morning,
When the new day is dawning,
When most are still yawning,
I'll meet you in the morning.

I'll meet in you in the morning,
Cause a new life is dawning,
Cause I'm tired of wanting,
I'll meet you in the morning.

The day is gonna break,
The time is gonna take,
An eternity is calling,
I'll meet you in the morning.

Someday you'll see,
What I was meant to be,
Instead of always falling,
If you meet me in the morning.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011



Make your inevitable escape,
From this place of chains and restrictions,

Make your hurried flight,
From this place of stifling discontinuity,

The cells have closed the sun,
The bars have poisoned your liver,

The need to run is overwhelming,


Make your labor, you life,
enjoy the frenzied rush of the fevered revolt,

Against standing still.

Movement is life,
Chasing birds and bees,
Life, Winds and trees,

Stagnation equals death,
Necropsy and staunching blood flow.

Feel the screaming of your beating heart.
Relish the revelry of running.

Just be free,
If only for me.

Friday, June 17, 2011


Standing here ,
With my feet planted firmly,
I am stronger than the mighty oak,
That has shielded me in my growth,
In this untamed wilderness.

Standing here,
With my chest heaving,
I am swifter than the hunting wolf,
That has chased me in my dreams,
In this untamed wilderness.

Standing here,
With tears streaming down my face,
I am wetter than the flowing river,
That has drowned me in my innocence,
In this untamed wilderness.

Lying here,
With the stillness of fright,
I am quieter than the darkest night,
That has welcomed me back home,
To the untamed wilderness of the unknown.


The road is longer than our feet can bear,
And there is nothing in between here and there,
One foot continues to ride its path,
One foot in front of the other.

The time for us, continues to slow,
We have no knowing where we'll go,
One foot continues to ride its path,
One foot in front of the other.

The sores burn our beaten flesh,
We start to wish for instant death,
One foot continues to ride its path,
One foot in front of the other.

Someday the journey will be over,
Our destination will be met,
That day will come ever slower,
As we continue with the mindset....

One foot in front of the other.