Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Man, I know that guy in the middle.

imperfections
of the object world
exist as man's invention
capture my attention
a smokey light;
absorbed and bent assimilated thru time as the norm
somewhere when i didn't need no eyes
where daylight swarms
like a challenge made for
men and egos
and organizations formed
that never match
not even close
the perfection of creation

I’m still perfecting the process
never got to creation
making the moves
just for fun
this way I don't hurt anyone
the climax all I desired
who needs to procreate
something made to expire.
Give me a piece
of your mind
and somehow find
common ground to play on
it never takes me long
to come to a conclusion
in this world of confusion.

wish i had the energy
to move for fun
think i made some costly mistakes
on down the line
i fixed some messes
reclaimed a lot
but some things only measure up
by what is not..

I too made mess or two
in bloody streets come undone
claiming the shoots to be fun
too damn stupid to run
down the right path
do the math
two wrong make a right
And A rock becomes a liquid fire
plunged deep for my desire
but mistakes get corrected
the future no longer neglected
turned straight at the crossroads
and left the load
somewhere in Texas
and never looked back.

round the bend
i sent rememberings
back and down
around to the center
the burning collapsing ground
consumed in my own fire
i knew then
the only way to get higher was to die
completely to a way of life
pack it in and shove it down the line.

never was much for the line
unless it was the main
but got burned out and spaced
happens to the brain
revved up and running
down the same old line
but now I write poetry
with ladies that will talk with me
without putting a fortune up their nose
ah I love poetry and prose
and how does it go
I think the next line you know

poetic lines blend
with unknowns
drummed of our souls
the words that sometimes
know the way

found and lost
payed the cost
breathed in
to find myself again

thot i would walk on
and maybe still
til' then, my man
humbled
i still borrow from your will

My will you can borrow
careful don't load up my sorrow
it more than most can carry
So let's don't tarry too long
walk on down and find a song
to sing, to sing along
it never takes me long.
so back to the pic in blue
looks like its me and you
in this weird flashback
just like me to get off track
derailed and sailed
off into poetic hell.

hell could not contain
the magnesium burn
that started with my toes
and ended with
my excuses and reasons
not to be.

iblieve i will catch u round the next bend..
i'm sure, that won't be far from here.
til' then, i will cu thru the wires'
my etheeric out of body experience
it almost as good as sex
almost as good as bliss

When words collide
we usually met
on the sharp edge of soft words
come on back soon
no one else appreciates
my strange blue world,
lmao

My daughter's here and says it's scary
looks like something from batman's cave,
to me it looks like alien visitors
decked out in blue,
hopefully not in a rage!
I think I'll go back and peek again
and see what else my mind can see.

Your daughter likes batman too,
and it looks like aliens in blue
too many or too few
to inspire you to fright
thank you for living my flashback tonight.

Your daughter likes batman too,
and it looks like aliens in blue
too many or too few
to inspire you to fright
thank you for living my flashback tonight.