Every being holds the center of their
special world
Every being births the beauty soon to be unfurled
Every being wants to love, be understood, and feel.
Every being whence it shines, paves the path with zeal

Every soul is an oysters opulent lush pearl
Every soul guards the gateway to the unearthed brow
Every soul frames the mind solidifying bold
Every soul has the magic to flatten the folds

Every sight is a diamond waiting to be mined.
Every sight a silver platter, served with fine red wine.
Every sight draws us closer, to our brazen core
Every sight amalgamates what truly makes us soar

Every shooting star, witnessed, is proof of futures past
Every shooting star, gazed at, deems wishes made to last.
Every shooting star, in time, surely turns to dust.
Every shooting star, confides the wisdom of what’s just.

Trust.

(LNG 3/3/13)

I know how you feel…

I can feel your feelings,
Feeling feelings,
Freely feeling.

I can feel my feelings,
Feeling feelings,
Flowing freely.

You know how I feel…

You can feel my feelings,
Feeling feelings,
Freely feeling.

You can feel your feelings,
Feeling feelings,
Flowing freely.

We know how we feel…

We can feel our feelings,
Feeling feelings,
Freely flowing.
Flowing freely.

Feel.

The Taco Bell Blues
You use and abuse
Run your course through
Far between and few

You ruin my moments
You pepper my pants
You stain all my undies
Your trash attracts ants

My stomach turns in anger
My bowels explode in rage
Beads of sweat pour down my face
Slamming my body with waste

The Taco Bell Blues
You use and abuse
Run your course through
Far between and few

The pain and pleasure prolongs
The burps and farts shine bright
The churning and the burning
Lends regret to start a fight

A battle of the masses
A war for what is just
A reign amongst the heavens
Magic — wears no rust

The Taco Bell Blues
You use and abuse
Run your course through
Far between and few A

I’m sick of all the things I did
I’m sick of who I became and hid
I broke free only to chain my soul
I broke free to parade as a hoe

I relinquished the chains then proudly sat by
As slavery commenced I then learned to fly

The flight was unsteady, quite rocky you see.
The flight was unstable, neither grounded nor free

The epic unraveled
The tale became stank
The steam was all smoggy
The clothing smelled rank

The beauty wore off
The glamor was gone
This truth brought the shelter
Acting like a pawn

Torn up inside, yes
Tenfold indeed
Withered like a wrinkle
From a germinated seed

Re-bloomed and re-birthed
I was taken with firth
As Renaissance blazes
Rearranges and lurks

The beauty has returned
The surface reacquainted
The knights slay their dragons
For princesses elated

Balance is restored
The tri force in place
The swords in the stone
The pain is erased

I whisper this story
I tell it profoundly
The ways of wind
Bear wisdom so soundly

You brought back my beauty
You brought back my light
You are my one MUSE
My one TRUE delight

Hey there Saxy as you looking all good
I want you to come to my neighborhood
We have lots of people for music and dance
Step into my world and enter the romance

Oh Saxy Sexaphone you make me feel so fine
Oh Saxy Sexaphone I wanna write you up a rhyme

A note popped up
A melody too
This is how we rock
When we roll with the rule

We tying up sticks
We flying with the squirrels
Learning moral lessons from all the boys and girls

Oh Saxy Sexaphone you make me feel so crazy
Oh Saxy Sexaphone you make my world so hazy

All right!

Link it up.
The missing dynamic.
Talk about the weather.
Flock with birds of a feather.
Make sure to wear ya good leather.
I’m kind of indifferent. Whatever.

Jagged edges breed crimson tides reflected by the mirrors of perspective that we all know as vision.

Tred the water to stay afloat. One shall always come to the surface when letting go. Fight the current and be taken over. Nature has a plan. Each individual aspires to live their own. Together they form a reality.

Omniscience comes and goes. Like an organism it is plagued with existence for a short period of time. It commences with a deep breathe and a gust of wind. Then it passes on.

This is the reality we share. This is the existence we bear.

Grab onto the roots of a tree. Spread with their direction, feed off the energy, and spread it to a barren source. A famine not only effects those who eat, but also those who have yet to experience the beautiful fruits of this nature.

I fear the things I cannot fear for fear has disappeared.

I ride the waves that drive the dreams into the orbits gear.

I ponder all thats unprovoked, provocative it feels.

I spin the sun dial by moon, and learn to chant the seal.

Wilderness, it’s rubs me right, it brings me to my home.

Following the darkest nights, the court of light’s control.

Jesters dance and canters sing, they reunite the lost.

Grab and grasp all that’s right and hold on to the frost.

It almost always begins with some sort of dramatic phone call. This is when the plot thickens. The story goes from some unrelated situation, to relevance in a quick fade out - fade in. The commencement is a microcosm for what has yet to follow.

Applause. Crowds cheer. The screen goes black.

Roll the credits. That’s a wrap.

Talk is straigtht up just talk. Back up your words with some action. Provide some documentation. Enough of the heresay. Please pill on the assumptions. Fax em over. Then I will send them straight to the shredder. You can talk, gossip, chat, create, assume, suppose, ponder, philosophize. Please do. That will only help me to rise above.

I do what I do. The truth is known. My creativity is outta control. The fact you feel the need to constantly talk/think about means a few different things.

A. You fear my potential, ability to see through, and call the shots for what they truly are.

B. You’re an anti-semite.

C. You think your better than me.

The facts are this. A jewish educated individual stands in a room full of dim witted idiots. Who is to blame for the idiotic mistake? The Jew. Why? Because no one can comprehend the fact that he has more than anyone could ever want.

This is the story of life. People will try to bring you down. Karma is real. Energy exists. Done deal. The book has been published. The candle extinguished. The light shall shine no more. Only within.

Strawberry daquiri dreams and translucent theatrical productions conceive the madness that draws experience from the realisitic proportional extent of the law we believe in. For the part we discourage, mayhem occurs and takes place in a non constitutional manner.

I will be waiting for the answer to the algorhythm that changed the course of lives across the border.

I have seen the bibliography that cites the sources for your originality.

I would try to say I will be there, waiting, but the reality is, I will probably be late.

Grasp your convictions. Rise against social media conspiracies. Sing a song full of love.

I will never cease to keep pushing. I shall always continue to strive forward. In order to reach the ideal self I must continuously work towards new goals, fresh endeavors, and varying perspectives. Self actualization is a necessary venture. Truth seeking and self acceptance also coincides with the other necessary ventures in order to truly see one’s self-identity. Just as the body needs essential amino acids to thrive, the world has those who are essential to its revolutionary future and those whom have yet to harness the power of their potential bringing down the median of influence. The truth is we are all capable of love and self awareness. Be aware of your neverending ability to grow and make new neurological brain connections and transmissions on the daily. This knowledge shall raise you above the masses. Together, as one, we are able to achieve anything that once was and would never have maybe become, but due to exenuating circumstances, as time played out against all odds, did. We write the rules. Physics depics them. Carpe Nochem.

Love live dogs!

Weird is the new way.

Its the way we do.

Get weird. Stay geared. Feel seared.

Weird is the new way.

Let’s just funk up this ditty til we witty.

Weird is the way we wander.

Wanderlust the weird way of the world gone weird.

The world has gone weird. Dig it

Eat it up. Weird style.

Whacky cool is the new wired up weird.

You down with what’s up? I am.

Get WEIRD.