Saturday, March 27, 2010
francisco
mexican gogo boys dance to heaven
changing perception of old black women
fire and sex the things of hell
will never tell its all the same
its all the same
blame the beast who eats the children
blame the beast who never loses
life and times of whats accepted
goes and goes uninterrupted
mexican gogo boys dance to heaven
changing perception of old black women
fire and sex the things of hell
will never tell its all the same
its all the same
dance you fuckin bastards dance
dance you fuckin bastards dance
its all a trance its all a trance
fake circumstance fake circumstance
don't stop to think or wonder why
too soon you'll die
1N
Thursday, February 4, 2010
A song
Sun drenched locks n winta tops
Ya
Infinite love of living
stuff surrounds ya
Can I be the one that you
Text when the next is not
Enough?
Can I be your right wing
The real thing that UR
Thinkin of......?
Met ya on the street
Yeh the street mayb
A train station n
Brooklyn
Thought you looked
Unique couldn't tell
If you was sweet
Even approachable
Gave you my card
Suggested email
If you would reach out
just couldn't .. Tell
But ya did...so happy!
UR my new friend/chorus
UR my new friend/chorus
My new friend oh oh oh oh...
Right arm tatted full back tatted
Lip/tongue pierced magnetic
Incomprehendable
sage burner
Head turner.. What's fundamental...
I think
U fantastic!
All I do is think about cha
What I want ta do with lights out
One things certain it's
Not a conversation for faint of heart
Contemplating the way you make my stomach feel.k Don't really wanta know
What it means ain't felt that
in years.. scared.... So scared
But bring it on bring it on
It's such a thrill!!
UR my new friend/chorus
UR my new friend/chorus
My new friend
Repeat.
By Novel Idea
Ya
Infinite love of living
stuff surrounds ya
Can I be the one that you
Text when the next is not
Enough?
Can I be your right wing
The real thing that UR
Thinkin of......?
Met ya on the street
Yeh the street mayb
A train station n
Brooklyn
Thought you looked
Unique couldn't tell
If you was sweet
Even approachable
Gave you my card
Suggested email
If you would reach out
just couldn't .. Tell
But ya did...so happy!
UR my new friend/chorus
UR my new friend/chorus
My new friend oh oh oh oh...
Right arm tatted full back tatted
Lip/tongue pierced magnetic
Incomprehendable
sage burner
Head turner.. What's fundamental...
I think
U fantastic!
All I do is think about cha
What I want ta do with lights out
One things certain it's
Not a conversation for faint of heart
Contemplating the way you make my stomach feel.k Don't really wanta know
What it means ain't felt that
in years.. scared.... So scared
But bring it on bring it on
It's such a thrill!!
UR my new friend/chorus
UR my new friend/chorus
My new friend
Repeat.
By Novel Idea
Friday, January 8, 2010
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Ode to a new year
It's 7am. I have a lot to do b4 the clock strikes 12. Putting the final nail in the coffin of single digits.
2010 is my friend
2010 is my friend
2010 is my friend
My friend
My mantra
I can no longer stand
broken promises
Past mistakes
Bad attitudes (mine and others)
The final moments of this Bitch
Has brought on the wrath of Satan .
Me clawing my way out of hell
To grasp a New Reality.
A purer version of myself.
The clock ticks
I throw water to protect
From final attacks
I should pray and do
Friends look like
Enimies in these
Last hours
Unwitting pawns
In the war against
Change
Battle fatigued
I hold my bloody flag
A declaration
A tattered note to self:
I AM HEAD BITCH!
Planting it seals
The fate on 'pretty puppy'.
My quiver is full
Hand shaking I take aim
1 arrow
2 then 3
Hitting random targets
Excrement and vomit
Skeleton spooks
Jangle limbs in
Retaliation
I launch more
Arrows
And listen
For the chime
Of the church bells
Out side my window
Not yet 8am
It's gray and cold
Between cracks of
Curtained windows
I hear the church bells
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
It's gonna be a long day.
2010 is my friend
2010 is my friend
2010 is my friend
My friend
My mantra
I can no longer stand
broken promises
Past mistakes
Bad attitudes (mine and others)
The final moments of this Bitch
Has brought on the wrath of Satan .
Me clawing my way out of hell
To grasp a New Reality.
A purer version of myself.
The clock ticks
I throw water to protect
From final attacks
I should pray and do
Friends look like
Enimies in these
Last hours
Unwitting pawns
In the war against
Change
Battle fatigued
I hold my bloody flag
A declaration
A tattered note to self:
I AM HEAD BITCH!
Planting it seals
The fate on 'pretty puppy'.
My quiver is full
Hand shaking I take aim
1 arrow
2 then 3
Hitting random targets
Excrement and vomit
Skeleton spooks
Jangle limbs in
Retaliation
I launch more
Arrows
And listen
For the chime
Of the church bells
Out side my window
Not yet 8am
It's gray and cold
Between cracks of
Curtained windows
I hear the church bells
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
It's gonna be a long day.
Friday, December 18, 2009
Tain Observations
I sat between 2 men today.
The smell of after shave, early morning sweat and the Daily News filled my nostrils provoking CHILDHOOD sense memory of DEAD PAPA.
smiles, hugs and weed runs.
The smell of after shave, early morning sweat and the Daily News filled my nostrils provoking CHILDHOOD sense memory of DEAD PAPA.
smiles, hugs and weed runs.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Train observations / Transparent
Transparent
For a little bit of time now I've
Seen you on the train
Head down in a book
Always the same
Tried to catch your glance
But not a chance seems to me
Definately to you I'm transparent
It's like I'm not there
Transparent
Clearly you see through me
Why must I be to you
Transparent
Try so hard not to stare at you
Try so hard cuz I know that it's rude
But your style your grace it's so apparent you have good taste
Can only imagine your history
you seem so good to me
And though we may be a perfect match that's if your unattached
You still an itch I can not scratch
Why must I be to you transparent
The invisible one forgettable
Transparent
Though we may be cut from
Similar cloth
Transparent
For a little bit of time now I've
Seen you on the train
Head down in a book
Always the same
Tried to catch your glance
But not a chance seems to me
Definately to you I'm transparent
It's like I'm not there
Transparent
Clearly you see through me
Why must I be to you
Transparent
Try so hard not to stare at you
Try so hard cuz I know that it's rude
But your style your grace it's so apparent you have good taste
Can only imagine your history
you seem so good to me
And though we may be a perfect match that's if your unattached
You still an itch I can not scratch
Why must I be to you transparent
The invisible one forgettable
Transparent
Though we may be cut from
Similar cloth
Transparent
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Sick days = vacation
Recently my company was obsorbed by a larger one.
We are going through a process known as "integration"
in this " integration" they have taken away certain non essential holidays (MLK)Day
taken away, personal days and shrank the number of vacation days, particularly for those not considered in the higher corporate realm.
I have been reflecting on this.
One of my bosses made a statement about the number of "sick days" he has taken, none was his braggadocious claim.
To which I wanted to say "eat me", the "work from home" option is available to certain salaried employees and management.
So my question to him ( in my mind) was yeah but how many fuckin days did you "work from home?"
further reflection has caused me to evaluate "sick days" and what that means to the majority of poor working folk.
I distinctly remember being in employment situations that did not provide vacation days though so The survival technique became clear,You take a sick day for which you could still retain something that resembled a paycheck.
I was thinking about this because even though I work in a "better situation" I have blown through my sick days. I have actually been sick but I wonder if I suffer too from an urban survivalist blight, Residual from my artist poverty. I don't know.
What I do know though is I'm not where I was in the work world but still a far cry from "work from home."
Still in my mind the question, does sickday = vacation?
We are going through a process known as "integration"
in this " integration" they have taken away certain non essential holidays (MLK)Day
taken away, personal days and shrank the number of vacation days, particularly for those not considered in the higher corporate realm.
I have been reflecting on this.
One of my bosses made a statement about the number of "sick days" he has taken, none was his braggadocious claim.
To which I wanted to say "eat me", the "work from home" option is available to certain salaried employees and management.
So my question to him ( in my mind) was yeah but how many fuckin days did you "work from home?"
further reflection has caused me to evaluate "sick days" and what that means to the majority of poor working folk.
I distinctly remember being in employment situations that did not provide vacation days though so The survival technique became clear,You take a sick day for which you could still retain something that resembled a paycheck.
I was thinking about this because even though I work in a "better situation" I have blown through my sick days. I have actually been sick but I wonder if I suffer too from an urban survivalist blight, Residual from my artist poverty. I don't know.
What I do know though is I'm not where I was in the work world but still a far cry from "work from home."
Still in my mind the question, does sickday = vacation?
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