
SPILLED INK
POCKET PROTECTOR
She bought a pocket protector because she thought it would protect her
from my inked black world
Of words
that bled right through
and all over
her beautiful heart
When my days are over. I hope that I am remembered as a grandfather wordsmith.... and at best I'll be acknowledged by musical critics, not as a lyricist.... but as a poet.... and at worst a man that made no sense, imprisoned by his own insanity. I want to hear the requiem sing over this concrete jungle with my last breath. To marvel in its beauty. .. even if it is merely a choir of rusty saws. I will smile.... yes I will smile.... to be part of a world I can hardly move in. If I have the ability to move the world of others.... with the power of words. May creativity always breed creativity.
ONE LOVE
Can we fall head over heals
Madly in love with each other
And just say we didn't
Can we make passionate love
All day and all night
And just say we wouldn't
Can we get married
Upon a hot air balloon
And just say we shouldn't
Can we bring a beautiful child
Into this world
And just say we couldn't
Because the last thing I want to do
is be in my deathbed
Thinking I would have
Should have
And could have
Spent a life time loving you
Only to say
I didn't

Between the collective consciousness and my subconscious mind...these words were suspended...long enough for me to digest, feel, piece together...and spill into my inked black world of shadow
BLACK SHEEP
Sure, I've lost a lot in this incarnation
Only to question if ignorance is bliss
If so that would make me cursed
To have shackles made from my own muscle
To fetter my movement
Like a wingless bird
Tethered to the earth from taking flight
And to have my mind remain unscathed
To be perfectly intact
Sitting in one place day in and out
Staring through a window without a view
As a silent observer
As a silent witness
Of a world that I am no longer part of
A world turned on its head
With no one to blame
With no one to forgive
For this self-incarceration
And the stigma that clings to me
Like a second skin
But me myself and I
The black sheep
In societies' eye
So I don't complain
Because it is, what it is
Or am I blessed
With the challenge of accepting
The seemingly unacceptable
Without ignorance hindering this
If challenges are what helps us evolve
As human beings
In what we call life
To be humbled through humility
Or being more present with each awakened moment
And the senses I didn't lose to be magnified
To get the best out of every moment that passes
Especially when the black sheep costume
Gets taken off by beauty and love
To expose a lone wolf
Hidden under an illusion
That howls at the moon
I can't help but to feel blessed
To have the freedom to write
Outside the world system
Inside this prison within a prison
With hopes I die in a place
Where you will know my name
And I don't complain
No I don't complain
Because it is, what it is.
HOUDINI
A spoonful of sugar
Helps the medicine go down
the medicine go down
the medicine go down
Just a spoonful of sugar
Helps the medicine go down
In a most delightful way
On your 23rd birthday
Your girlfriend called you Houdini
And it wasn't for many years
Til You figured out
The meaning to a nickname that didn't stick
Only because You didn't give it
A chance to
Before your last magic trick
Was performed
The vanishing act
Looking back through the cracks
And folds in time of blacked
Out maps
Tacked to your past
The facts
You were never a magician
You were just a stupid kid
Lost for direction
And warned
You were warned
If you play with fire
You might get burned
But did You listen
You were too busy
Silencing pain bodies
Screaming in your ears
As Houdini
As an escape artist
Like him
You too had grazed death
Only with chemical warfare
Declared on nobody else
But yourself
Whiskey splash
Infused with chemical flame
In the blood stream
Anything to mask your pain
Or soothe your deepest wounds
With black magic
To self medicate
The screaming heartache
Of the little boy
Behind the child gate
That just needed to be held
The catch 22
Is addiction wasn't in your bloodline
Inscribed or etched
Into the blueprints of your soul
It hadn't been past down
From generation to generation
From ancestral conditioning
It was buried
By your inner child
Deep within your subconscious mind
Maybe you were the wildcard that triggered
The gamble with life
By stacking more pain bodies
With each shit hand of cards
That you were dealt
And felt on a deeper level
Being ruled by the moon
Like a runaway train
Or wild fire
There was no stopping you
No Hocus pocus
Abracadabra
In the magic tricks
That you performed
Like Houdini
You were an escape artist
That joined a circus
Of nothing more or less
Then madness
Warned
You were warned
If you play with fire you might get burned
Did you listen
Or were you too busy
Being torn
With mystic gypsies
Flying in the sky
Higher then kites
On a trapeze act
And did any one catch you
Or the house of cards
As it collapsed
To burry your
In symbolic metaphors
That you concealed
Behind locked doors
Chemicals in your head
Chemicals in your bed
Doing your best to mask pain
And erase memories of the dead
With spoons and bloody veins
Like Houdini
You were an escape artist
That only tried to escape yourself
Till it stole your breath and pulse
And You kissed death
The twist of fate
With your last magic trick
The vanishing act
But the only thing that vanished
Was the world around you
into the black
Cracked glass
Spinning compass
Cindering ash
Of directionless maps
With no way back
Lost rabbit within a hat
With no way back
And that was that
Memories of the past
Kept perfectly intact
So you collect the facts
Today you get lost and found
Within a playground of sound
And You wait
With no escape
Till your spirit flies free
Like Houdini
A spoonful of sugar
Helps the medicine go down
the medicine go down
the medicine go down
Just a spoonful of sugar
Helps the medicine go down
In a most delightful way
STARS
If I show up
at your door
in a worn out space suit
holding a bouquet of stars
Know that I hand picked them
special for you
HIDEOUT
On the outskirts of town
Is where I hideout
Twisting restlessly
Within this flesh suit of humanity
Bound by stillness
Hustled by fantasies and dreams
Caressed and beaten
By human emotion
Blood stained vein
Framed the crime scene
Like fingerprints
Left on the murder weapon
With no prosecution needed
For this self imprisonment
Just the chalked out line
Of where my body lied
And where I died
Locked down in my memory
Along with my silenced screams
Within layers of frustration
That I can't take back
Undo or escape
What's been done
On the outskirts of my mind
I sit in my hideout
And throw these lines down
If torment is the best ingredient
For the tortured soul
Of a poet
Then let it be known
And let it be shown
By this hopeless romantic
Writing from the insanity
Of solitary confinement
Where I wear
Loneliness like a sixth sense
So I play day in
And day out
Within the sandbox
of my imagination
On the outskirts of time
Of a life sentence served
Only to unfold
Within words
As I sit in my secret hideout
I watch the sun go up
I watch the sun go down
Through blurred slits
Of my prison cell
That ends at my nose
As I conduct
Secret meetings
With my subconscious mind
To find out
What the fuck
Is this life about
And who the fuck
Is the warden of this prison
If its not my self
And the clock
Goes around and around
With the velocity the planet is spinning at
Im surprised we still have gravity
Tethering the living
To the ground
And I confess
To smile like a child
Who broke open
A piñata filled with candy
Over visiting hour
But my visits
Only seem to get shorter
As I grow older
Lovers come and go
Like wind blown mosquitos
And I do the frame work
While pacing the cage
With each ink spilt word
That falls upon my page
I have no expectations to be freed
Over the tears I bleed
For my freedom I miss
Like the salt would miss the sea
And when all is said and done
Remembering to forget
All my regret
To be grateful
To live threw death
On the outskirts of town
Is where I hide out
BLACK BEAUTY
Embrace love as if it's blind
Like faceless beauty
Erase everything
Like fairy tales
Or fantasies of perfection
Dip our bodies in black ink
And sink into loves feeling
Like I do
Deep within its bliss
I taste the salt upon shadows
And feel warmth within flesh
Only to feel the sting
Because love has been blinded
How do I know I found it
If it's not with you
My blackened beauty
That's curves get outlined
On soaked paper with inked black words
Shimmering colourless
I trace your face
Like a lost artist
I taste the ink
That drips from your lips
In love that's blind
I find you by feeling
Your black beauty
Deep within poetry
like four letter words
That curl up in the nook of your neck
Let time unveil the truth
If love is merely a facade
Or is it just perfectly flawed
In this blacked out reality
I wait with out waiting
To blindly embrace you
BEHIND
Behind my back
I have an itch
That can't be scratched
A glitch
That can't be patched
Behind my back
Behind my back
My losses test my threshold
With those I loved
Who packed up
And left me behind
With memories of a past
Stained black
Behind my back
Behind my back
Lovers detach
And gums flap
In the wake
Of mortal mistakes
And I listen
With intent
To break patterns
As seasons fly past
With the planet's rotation
I do my best
To hold joy fast
Behind my back
Behind my back
Mind over matter
Keeps my sanity
Intact
As photos
Try stealing us
From the now
Blessed to be
Blind to see
Distractions
Destructions to keep me from being
Present with each moment
Without seeing and the same time I'm cursed
To be such a dreamer
With an over active imagination
That Can't let go of the past
And strives for a brighter future
With a secret
Locket in my pocket
Just waiting to unlock it
To reveal a photo
Of a beauty that's true
A photo of you
With my chips stacked
Behind my back
I move forward