My verses in the 21st century

what is left of me,
would look like your color blue,
I sit in a sound jaded, with the shadow of gray,
begging for the statue build in your view,
you are missing the hues,
the sounds,
the verbs explaining this part....


I am alone and lost,
I seeked ATS,
and found myself alone on a star,
and I am left so blue, without all of you,
I am sitting on the deepest part of the pacific,
the darkest side of the moon,
the shallowest part of the way that is milkey...

I see the cats play constantly in the catnip on ats....


I am waiting for you and you...

farewell....

more you beg for,
a challis in the night,
the curious choirs mute in the night,
when the man stands beyond your ugly twilight...

I saw God once,
he stood in the shadow of light, it was reflected from the brightest pond reflecting the MOONLIGHT!!


You beg for more,

I show the statue, it sits in a site, where only the blind can see with a touch left from the heaven cent from peaks that are steep that all the blind are left to see..

I left you behind...

yet not unseen..

In an extreme way. I discovered who I was,
I found my way,
discovered the riddle that held everything in place,
yet of course I broke it again and again,
yest here I find myself hearing dirty noises again,
confusing who I am again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


It once again falls apart..


Extreme ways...

you scared ass feds can go screw yourselves, your so idiotic you cannot see who the good guys are anymore...


Which makes you the enemy to us all........

a POISION was given to us, once the trouble became to hurtful,
we positioned ourselves over and over again until it made no sense to us,
nor made an affliction....


Yet here we are bleeding together,
so high yet so damn low,
on a scale that has morale on the tip of the scale....


I am just a madman coming on screaming at the top of my lungs once again,
but if you look close and read the threads in the noose that holds my neck close I am but a sleazebag,
another joan of arc...

Just a waste of space...
Listen to you echo that hollers at you in the hollows of the cheek bones of man face!!!
do as your told...
and For god sake do not question what is not Known!!!!!

my time, is being cooperated in a syndicate, whether I ask for it or not,
over and over again each time I try to reach out to you.....


try to see me.... My face is right but looks so wrong adays in the lies of light...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am sitting so far away from here... www.youtube.com...


I am getting old....

If you cannot see my crying eyes yet it is to late...

Nearly... I saw you...

i NOTICED at this age, that the buoyancy of love was the only thing keeping my head up...

I do not hear the waves anymore or the tics of the clock clicking loud in many of man ears!!!

I continue to see the greed of man,
dancing within the hues of my damn eyes,
no more tears are coming to my eyes as I see the children build the failing sand castles moments before the waves crash their wall ashore!!

i HAVE YET THE HEART for those that listen, and have no remorse for those that give to the silver tongued reptiles!!!


It is now time to listen and position....

I found the child near the field that was left to the failed snail who lost a race to a place where the slick wicks of mist or mud was left here where the shadows crept, past the voices from the vain shapes who left the sane screaming in vain!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Then the children ran for their lives,
as the echoes of artillery swept thru the wasted man land!!!

they are left aching and crying for CHOICE!!

A voice from a Mother...

I found a shiver in a quiver held by a archer, who could only stare at a state yet somehow aware,
I seemed to see past the gleem of a dream...

Now I find the finger that pointed at the cat,
it was black as the shadow that clapped at the brightest clash of light from the storm that made echoing space...

How real begging for control as we ask for heart and soul,
I found myself questioning the love of our SOUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



I open up my eyes and saw......

It is easy for me to say...


I watched many forms of life living without hope....


From the frailest forms to the most complex.....

I am a energy that conforms the nations of life into a form of rain, that falls upon the faces of the vain...

Yet Here I sit...
I stand with my arms out stretched and speak for those still to afar from a voice... Loss of the vocal chords...

THe space and place and time is that of no rhyme nor idea the wise young mind who thinks he has the idea's of time, will find himself alone and lost time and in time...


The last bit of this, this tranquil this ideal , has to do with LOVE, a touch of another soul, a specter... Of emotion... The last bit of my past to present has to do with the culmination love.... www.youtube.com... My posts end now...

I am dredging my mind, I cannot find anything more... THis is it.. God bless..... Farewell..

For real...

this is it..

www.youtube.com... oblivion!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My eyes have been closed for awhille,
I hear the hum coming from the wrecked earth that we have split in two...

As the tides droping like tears from the moon feel warm on my fore arms...

I can feel the whisp of the dying bee's
forcing a painful smile from the World like the slide of color in a rolling marble caught in the lies of truth,
on our shoulders of our brothers with their broken arms,
as we apathetically bow before our enemy.......

I have given you my all...

I have sat to listen, with my eyes closed....

All I continue to hear,
is the whimper of man's whisper.....

the silient begging of the damn world to make them smile....

Our minds will not be satisfied until the World is consumed with our instincts...

Yet who am I to say how valuable my truth is.....


I am just being a blind man....


I could have one... I mean I could have Won...

Yet having it all.... Has no feeling....

I would rather close my eyes for awhile and give it all...

I will force you to smile....

By letting you think you swear you took it from me and won!!

He knelted with his knee's pressed upon the lava,
flowing from his lovers heart,
and then the heat reminded him it was his fault,
as the crows crowed and the eagles soared above,
giving me another a blank page,
you did not think,
when you sent me to the brink did you,
as you wanted my attention,
you saw the cold stare,
and felt the emptiness of the fact it is all my fault...

Now your heart, is as plain as my stare,
as we see afar,
there is just space,
left to our disgrace...

Then shuddered and shaken,
came the old,
the last caravan dragged to me by old bones,
they still look for the smooth river stones of life...

Good evening... Lets write, and live tonight...

I found myself staring at the Christmas tree stencil,
thinking of the sometimes ahead,
alone adrift alone caught in the spot light of a dying soul,
abound carrying a world spinning into the vortex in the center of a fire, that some see and others just see smoke rising from it, sometimes, while sipping my wine,
I smell the embers burning from years ago, in a time where their was magic, and not all was known,
and the romance was in the heart of gold, not the silence of the old, as we see in the distance our age now hopes for the end and heaven.

In conclusion. Our time is of the lost.. If we stare at the sun, we go blind.. We are encouraged to keep looking down...

I dare to look at the sun, I dare to walk further out into the wild, and become just that, to find the chaos it holds, the meaning lost in the translation, and furthest away from the hope. I have stumbled on the way more then once, only to get lost coming back.

I carried my words to here..

I found myself, falling upon a pap smear on a lime stone,
It was long ago,
before a doctor could close the door,
to the thunder and rain,
rumbling below the last souls on....

Where the angels of last,
closed their eyes,
taking their last breaths down the long halls....

It came before,
the time the cats where chasing the feathers of winged men..

Oh yes

let us write some more...

I am opening my eyes tonight,
the colors are becoming a contour...

I saw passed the gaze of a indians eyes,
it was past money,
and a view into a honey dew,
or a rose pedal, in a shadow of a rock display,
so high,
it was designed,
his feeling was left for his left handed son,
for only he could see the opened eyes of the gods,
left on the pirch of the sun,
when she is the loneliest...

Leaving him the coldest...

I fond her talking to herself,
or staring at a tree in a field where the barons grow fig tree's,
screaming to herself of her miseries,
the encumbrance of the young prevent the staleness of broken hearts,
it is when they get old in the pages of life,
is when they begin to see the tears in the stares, and the weight it takes to take the steps up the stairs...

Yet here I find myself in my age talking to myself,
and forgetting the youth the disease we call youth a sight we rather call a delight,
like a delicacy a sugar or tobacco we use, to hinder the site of night, or the nigh of age....

Enough of the wonder, let us plunder this age...

I am OF THE REASONS OF WAYS,
WE FIND LIVING ANOTHER DAY TO SEE THE AGE DECAY,
I am part of the palisade we insists stays...

Due to our fear of veering off the way....

one day soon my kind will disappear from the present page
and all will decay... My fight of might feels much more n vain today as it does my brothers and sisters this day I feel,
Let us stop the fight, and allow the storm to get closer,
for my staggering shows my weariness this day... This age...

Yet perhaps it is indeed all a falicade,
I may be but an ego in time,
lost in love,
to a steam engine in time...

I do not know,
If I could see tomorrow maybe I would see your hands,
I think blood will be spilling from man's hands,
I coud be in the gallows of the shallowest man,
or on the eagles perch..

in any case my hands are wild and free tonight, and I want to express my visions...

Erm... Shout out to ats..

ahem

I found myself running from the son of the swallow,
I really had to go, a long time ago, yet I knew what was right,
I am having a harder time looking at you in view...

I find myself away from here.. Yet I hear the children in your view...

I stagger again in the loud echoes of footsteps,
the voice of man we cannot understand this day...

I find myself in doubt,
making it hard for me not to cry,
I follow the choices as if I have a choice,
it just leads me to the same fear,
a tomorrow we keep thinking will clean up the mess.

Leave it here...

I call to my brothers and sisters under the moonlight or the sunlight,
Lend the hand to the lost one on his knee's,
forget what you see and what you believe...


We will. never get an apologize...


They make us become countless ideas,
which way was our own way,
we are but a catalyst for ones pasture,
a catalyst for a mindless mind....

For all we know our words are opiates for a narrow mind..

thanks ats for the expression think I am done...

the contoured sky tour upon the piece of paper left to the naive son of man,
once again I lay upon the scorn,
the aftermath from the battle from the sworn,
as they not only were left ashore but washed upon the weathered tree's,
begging for the gods to see,
as the men, channeled their seeds thru the women's diseases,
to try and get a glimpse of the guise behind natures design..

Once again... I hear the echoes of broken hearts,
across a desert,
where a broken heart chases the mirage,
over and over again,
now more and more men,
gather around the stumps of forgotten ever greens,
searching for a dream,
yet not their own,
I hand pick my new steeds,
to lead the lost into the spring...

As winter and summer surmise a biased surmise OF GOD DAMN TIME!!!!

So many find themselves in between chasing their egotistical narrow minded dreams..

Most lay starving tonight...

Wasting their time online,
hoping some magical man will come into site...

Once again...
I am alone, misunderstood, and denied a home...

A man of truth as plato said eons ago... When I broke the chains,
I was murdered...

Open your damn minds..

Or we die with our heads in the ground....