Sunday, January 31, 2016

Camera Cyclops

Camera Cyclops

Picture taken while you tie-tops
Stop, wait, if you don’t finish the tie, breasts flop.

On the ground aiming sky high
he knows they’re round, peeping Tom has one eye!

Click-click-clack - camera’s on track.
Kiss-kiss-smack - passion is back.

Through a lens,
you’re free, but still
captured you and your friends
along with the laughter and grins.

Sippin’ wine, you the dime on his mind.
Prefers flexibility so he can turn you on a dime.

Adjusting exposure
he captures the coffee mug
and now knows you drink Folgers.

Zoomed in medicine cabinet, sees meds for bi-polar
and Vicodin for your cracked molar…

Cyclop sees you flirt and wants to cry,
you winked, you thought he blinked,
he tried to wink, but only has one eye!


Thursday, January 28, 2016

A Hero Unknown Wanders Alone

A Hero Unknown Wanders Alone...


I can do this


I have to do this


Destiny is calling… And I have to take this call...

Crown scraped, town lookin’ for escape, wishin’ for a hero who’s caped.
Midnight takes, middle of the night, people wake, fearful of their fate.
Fear’s here, fear’s there, in everyone rests a fearful cheer.
Inside their chest, need to wake only the best.

Work harder, here comes a test,
no multiple choice, answers lie within your chest.
Nowhere to lie, get up you falsified mess.
Digress on less, and you won’t be able to save what’s left.
A hero needed, kneads what’s needed.
Leaving the bakery shop, leavening to the top,
like a yeast
rise with words, the words I that speak.

A  hero unknown, wanders alone.  
no purpose, not worth-it,
don’t start, don’t birth-it
Fear surmounting, becoming a drowning…
tried to drown out the distractions,
people have no reaction.

A hero unknown wanders alone…

A hero unknown wanders alone…

A hero unknown wanders alone…

After courage wakes,
all else can be laid to rest.
Take the test,
Are you ready to wake the best?


Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Girl with Tattoos

Girl with Tattoos
She touches herself,
can I touch too?

Anchor near a side-boob.
This singer is thinkin’ about her side-dude.
Forgive this wanker, I have no clue.
She used to be someone’s boo, I see his name covered by a tattoo.

Wings of an angel, she looks disappointed like Kris Kr’angle given some pr’angles.
She wanted him down on one knee and an ankle. He saw the warning signs and
thought her love, like her hair would be a messy tangle.

She can’t believe the note she read,
“Babe I woke early from this bed,
you looked tired, so I decided to lightly tread.

I also turned off the alarm,
thought about buying you a rose,
but I noticed you already had one, on your forearm....


Tuesday, January 26, 2016

At A Coffee Bar

At a coffee bar.
Go three exchange students
studying near and afar.

On display;  displaying the message,”
Want to study?  Come this way!”

Study up new material
they do this quite often, making it serial.
Coffee as breakfast, this place serves no cereal.

Beauty with hair serves a chair her jacket.
Guy with earphones keeps in the racket
studying locked - no better it latches.

Splendid delight, no Splenda packets in these lights!
Within thee sights, keep the fight.

A guy gloats over notes, while writing about medieval moats.

In front a girl reads, the back of her mind recites last night’s deeds.
Her girlfriend does what she did after the deed.
That’s why you see an empty chair - she went to go pee!


Monday, January 25, 2016

Silent Passions Heard

Kid’s passionate,
gave him a pop filter
to keep his mic immaculate.

Having a vocal-fit,
could also say, a tonal vent.

He’s making known his lyrical rage,
he’s bold, with no fear-of-his-age.

This picture captures his stature,
he’s practicing, records will shatter.

Scream!  Vocals look nice but in this picture they look mean.

Pitch Perfect like nurses with purses living healthy purpose.
Unlike Fat Amy, rehearses verses
never speaks about Popeye’s, so she chooses Church’s.

Ok back to the story,
this kid has no worry.
Let’s tell the rest of his story.

Gave him an instrument,
now he’s doing what imagination meant.

Spent potential, not counting the cost,
he’s belting one out, like Diana Ross, vocals running deep like Randy Moss.


Friday, January 22, 2016

Cereal's Hope

Cereal’s Hope
Banana’s didn’t have the grit
so they banked on the oats.

Nothin’s phasin’ them raisins
they’re on top looking quite patient.

I see hidden strawberries
the NBA no longer sees Stephon Marbury.

Oh no I see no spoon!
Mofo, we need Bono to sing us out of this cocoon.

The bowl is our basin
gettin’ ready for the day
for we know not what our souls be facin’

Is that yogurt or milk?
looks yummy
like a show-girl on stilts
she made a mess - spilt.
No matter how cute she is
don’t go cryin’ over spilt milk!


Biscuit Tears

Waking with tears,
the opposite of waking with cheer,
someone handed you  a bagel and
ran off with the schmear.

Wait who did-this?
They left you with a fucking biscuit.

Split top eat before putting on socks
STOP - you can’t call this breakfast!
Like a bad book, nothing else to read
so you reluctantly read-it. and
the butter you breaded.

Biscuit on a blanket,
last night got hot
strapped to the bed by anklets.

An odd way to warm a biscuit,
but hey, I tried to warn you from the distance.

I heard your mother sputter,
“Do you want a biscuit with your butter?

This may be yummy
but won’t get you any closer to a flatter tummy...”

Yeah I know, your mother’s speech was quite crumby.


Thursday, January 21, 2016

A Call of Resignation | Rick Snyder

Political silence deadlier than gun violence

At least gunshots we can hear,
we’re not always at liberty to hear your damn sneer.

In Flint Michigan USA,
local government stayed silent about drinking water from a waterway.
Well…  This is what I have to say:

You tried to be money-wise by
switching out the water supply

Governor you’re done
you’ve put more lead in people
than people with guns,
Water’s takin’ its toll
Drinking water not whole
People wishing you were never at the polls

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Walking Hands

Walking hands and a pony tail,
This surely isn’t a lonely tale.

Walking shoes with a walking muse
looks like at the seat of her pants
he blew his fuse… eww.

He thinks,”I’m a bit perturbed,
She hasn’t kicked me yet,
but has me on this curb.”

She thinks,” I’m walking along these bushes,
is he giving me a hint, should I trim
so his tongue can walk where my bush-is?”

Hand holding during strolling,
fingers polling,”Whose hand are you holding?”

Is it the hand of a fan, man or Fran?
Does it matter?  They found each other
in the candy van at last night’s band…


Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Late Night Candle Light

Late night candle light,
fake fight, baiting candle’s light.

It’s 1am,
no brew in the bottle,
maybe that’s a good thing to be sayin’?

A late night reading
I go missing,
a babe pulled me away for a light night breeding.

In the shadows,
her curves
I battle, smacked her ass - no paddle.

Love life now shimmers with hope
her a recovering addict,
her breasts still glimmer with dope.

Her on top - It’s snowing.
Me on top - I’m flowing.

Striking orgasms
under the sheets - we’re bowling.

Body heats growing
she stops to tweet - “ooo weeee”
This cu-ti-e had a nice nice boo-ty.
stayed on top to grab her phone.
No shuffling around - cards - 1 ace and two moans.


Monday, January 18, 2016

Lemon Rinds

Lemon Rinds,
lemon and limes
how did I swallow them rhymes
both sour and one of a kind

A tight fit like Kim K.
Big head
like Kanye
Learning this rap game
Ice Cube
ice tray
Billionaire Beats
Doc. Dre
Waka Flocka
Mock say
Sour Patch Kids
Box Stay

A lemon’s smirk
women twerk
in yoga pants,
so stitches don’t hurt.
Men flirt,
Booty no longer under cover - overt
A lime cringe
pucker face, read her thoughts and mind bend.


Friday, January 15, 2016

Cowgirl in the Snow

Cowgirl in the snow,
her cowboy left her
now she looks around with nowhere to go.
Standing there knees slightly bowed,
maybe she’s pigeon toed.

Blue jeans worn, over one knee is worn.
I’m not sure if the look on her face is a scorn
or a yearning for popcorn,
take a risk ask for a date, but you’ve been forewarned.

Snowflakes fall,
hope wants to take her to the mall,
she’s a bit tired of wearing the sweater that belongs to ma.

Underdressed for a Winter mess,
will she stand there until Summer?
Bummer, I was hoping to see her nipple’s reaction,
like Janet Jackson, in Super Bowl fashion
malfunction in a wardrobe
she looks like she belongs in a snow globe…