Monday, August 31, 2009

The Love Scented Winds of August:Falling

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Tell me what to
Do to you
Oiled honeyed kisses
fuel
for the fire
that is building
burning a hole
in my chest
The rise and fall
of your breasts
causes unrest
as i anxiously try to figure
how to get you out that dress
that figure has blessed
Oh yes!

Lest we find
That we've run out
of time
help me find
the inner workings of your mind
Ah! your smile betrays
your thoughts
Let's get lost in
the love that is you
Two hearts beating as one
I want to slow down
but up comes the sun
Does the horizon signify
That we are done?

young hearts
love like old
but new
smiles glistening
like morning dew
few know
about us
what's
cool
is that we aren't
fools for love
we were chosen
I'm frozen in
step with every breath
we take together
towards the end of everything
laughing holding hands
singing toward forever

chay 2009

Saturday, August 29, 2009

The Love Scented Winds of August: Bummed Out

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Reach into my passion
I'm a has been for love
I'm not above begging
perhaps someone will throw me
Some scraps
Some shred of dignity back
Fact is exactness
Aint needed
Pleaded with the Heavens
To drop the brethren
A crumb
A drop of love
Cupid is for the worthy
Not the dirty uncared for
Shared more or
less my soul
Confess the hole
In my center won't be filled

chay 2009
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Tuesday, August 25, 2009

The Love Scented Winds of August:Better Than I

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Wisened
My vision untainted
Painted Holy by THE MASTER
Disaster averted
'Cause I was alerted
By The ONE who knows me
Better than I know myself

chay 2009

Sunday, August 23, 2009

The Love Scented Winds of August:Reflections Of

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Revelation
Of dedication
To my current situation
Persuasion's invasion
Into my heart
Sparks light into dark
Harken into hope
I may just navigate this slippery slope
Called love

chay 2009


Wednesday, August 19, 2009

The Love Scented Winds of August

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It's Hot
Alot
of it
Is just me
Expect me
To free you
Unleash what I've created
For the next man?
The Ex-man is who I am not
We can fix this

I admit this
Is mainly on me
Only I can't recant
What I said last night
I know i wasn't right
Say something
.......anything
At least I can hear your voice
If we fight

The lightyear that's now between us
Must mean 'us'
Is rapidly heading
for extinction
No distinction between fact fiction
friction and the mission
of forever
it's now or never no time for
clever word play
I just have one thing to say
I LOVE YOU
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Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Miracles In America

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windpowered houred love
and the sentence is penance
for dilligence due
resilience from sparks
on dark black back
I won't attack
although exacting
revenge would singe
Old Glory further
Heard the shot
'round the sound of freedom
Let it ring
Let it ring

A thing of beauty
This land of ours
it knew me
by my blood mixed
in it's earthy mud
chewed cud
rehashed in our meats
reshed in our asphalted streets
and mixed in dog teeth
from the acts of oppression
all the aggression
I'm guessing my land
weeped in silence
watched all the senseless
violence against us

Hosed down
nose ground
pound after batoned pound
the sound of disbelief
pained grief
over those deceased
still i refuse to be down
not drowned in misery
over America's woeful history
my chemistry simply
mixed out a new batch
of my kind over time

I'm climbed to the
Sermon on the Mount
Too much to surmount
The touch from the Hand of GOD
prods me forward toward
the future thanks to blood lost
i'm blood bought

Not distraught
Though Ive milage
to go before I sleep
My love of the land
Still extends my hand
To my fellow man
Be it Caucus Creole or Creek
i seek asylum
inside them

my heart palpitations peak
deep
though withered
down but not beat
I'm alive heretothereof
I am love
We're
A Miracle In America

chay 2009

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Tuesday, August 11, 2009

The Jokes On Me

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let that shit
do like on Alien
and just bust
right the fuck out my chest
less bullshit to deal with
let some other mutha fucka
clean up the mess
i got celestial chess to be playin'

what i'm sayin
is like some ole Marvin Gaye and such
bein on ths planet is enough to make you lose your lunch
a punch to the gut
and stuck in a revine on the side of the road to redemption
mission aborted with contorted thoughts
lost in the frost to costs due
debts unpayed
pull back the curtain' to find richard pryor
got dammit i been played
oz and the jokes on me jack
how the fuck do i get back?

terminal
ready to blow this bitch
but this time i got some shit to leave
before i do:
a heavy heapin dose of "fuck you"
for those
who know
they deserve it
and those who know but havent heard it
no way around it
no mistakin it
you heard it right
hold that shit
til it turns bleach white

contrite
but i don't expect understanding
grandstanding'll get ya head blown off
cough up the meds
but instead i'll swallow my pride
pour out a lil liquor for those fortunate dead
it's exactly what you think
exactly how i said

empty at peace
i won't cease
to be
it's temporary
at the body shop
waiting on the new model
i got hope in a bottle
and as they watch me work
the message will become clearer

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Monday, August 10, 2009

Just What I Thought

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i got a shotgun shogun
mentality
run far far away
from reality
escape from the mindscape
relate to what awaits
the great unknown
faith
and Heaven
fate
the dark alone
i'm at home with that

landed on a place that's just mine
a climb from distance learning
earning a spot in infamy
limpin' be alright

the night be like daybreak for some
numb to all the neon
my freon is a system thing
rejected genetics
prophetics sugar and diabetics
i bet it's all the same in the end

friend or foe
osmosis comtoses
woes with great screaming
like a steaming hot cup o' joe
spilled on the lap
leap up and scrape away
spray the landscape
with your papal sayings
belay and belittle
with riddle and such
touch me tenderly with your betrayal
i expected as much

chay 2009

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Look @ Me

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I GOT WINGS NOT
UNLIKE THAT THING THAT SINGS
AT THE BACK OF MY THROAT
I HOPE MY SMOTE
DOESNT TAINT YOUR VISION OF ME
MR INFINITY SENDING ME ONWARD
TOWARD THE LIGHT
I'M NOT QUITE WHAT'S RIGHT
I'M WHAT'S LEFT OF THE BREATH
OFTHE BEHEADED FORERUNNER OF CHRIST
I'M THE RIGHT OUT ON A WING
IGNORE YOUR WRONG
I'M 144,000 PLUS STRONG
PLUS ALL NIGHT LONG I GOT THIS
IN ME TO CONVINCE SOULS FORWARD
TOWARD THE TRUTH
YOU NEED PROOF?
LOOK @ ME

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Up And Adam

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I'm back and full
my gravitational pull
is as sudden
as a sneeze
i've got the keys
to the universe up my sleeve
grieve when it's time to grieve
but believe
always
till days become their last
and the past is no longer
i'm destined to fly higher
bigger faster
so much stronger
than even
yesterday
my today is absolute
although i fight the let go
i'm at least ten minutes wiser
that much more in the know
right up the street
is the reaper
collecting what i sow
slow about cutting
and gutting that portion
of me that ain't good
stubborn like a hundred year oak
in the woods
but GOD borne i got the goods
to make amends
heal wounds
and resume to exhume
souls supposed
to be meandering about in the dark

chay 2009

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Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Burnt Lungs (On The Way Home Again)

busted open
like canalope n
overipened
my melody
oozes
what loses it's words quick
sick with stinch
i flinch as the open wounds
burn as i inch
my way
back to the highway of life
and breaths bereft
and kept close with difficulty
what we hoped was
it wouldn't come to this

this close to comatose
but i'm the toast of the heavenbound
clowned in earthly masquerade
i've made way to pay my dues
my less worsened blues
yet i refuse to give in

just then
in the nick of
the love of the annointing
illuminates
pointing to the way ever home
never no not once
was i alone
although my throat
was dry as bones
i managed enough to cry out
"Lord, have mercy on me"

Boy, did he ever!
drowning me in reverse
dispursing my sin
that was cursing me in
suspended anticipation
of ventilation
punch a hole in my soul
M'Lord that i might breathe again

chay 2009