Urban Ascetic

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Urban Ascetic

A soul close to heartbreak.

Vice pandering on the MLK.  (Martin Luther King Expressway)

Economic Reasons.

40 oz to the heathens.

Sun beats down as he paces.

Down and out leathered faces.

Cardboard billboards advertise the story, “I ain’t good

lookin enough to be a stripper”.

The slogan worked.

He’s found a big tipper.

One dollar bill.

One drink on federal hill.

One moment of even keel.

Hard times in the city of charm.

Everyone is up in arms.

A gun shot blazes.

Everyone scatters.

A child yells at the top of her lungs,

“All lives matter”.

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Only Off Better Then

 

 

 

Oh Yeah-yeah
I’m only off better then

Oh Yeah-yeah
I’m only off better then

Oh Yeah-yeah
I’m only off better then

Time
Heals the wounds

I’d look back – think –
What it was that I could do

My mind’s
Rubrics cube

Close my eyes – think –
What is the next move

Oh Yeah-yeah
I’m only off better then

Oh Yeah-yeah
I’m only off better then

Reality
On the bend

Meditate
To find moments of zen

The full moon
controls the the wave

Words
navigate The tide of a page

Oh Yeah-yeah
I’m only off better then

Oh Yeah-yeah
I’m only off better then

Illusion
In the mist

Shadow
reflection of a lunatic

Brain Waves
Personified

In the dream
Always seem to die

Oh Yeah-yeah
I’m only off better then

Oh Yeah-yeah
I’m only off better then

Oh Yeah-yeah
I’m only off better then

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Writer’s Cock

Jack

Writer’s Cock

My brain is a zombie that feeds off words
which tends to daydream of signs that read
“Do Not Disturb”.
In moments of animalistic literary thought
basic instincts which can’t be taught.
Body parts prepare to show affection.
In laymen terms I believe it’s called a “Fear Erection”.
I’ve got one for that perfect sequence.
To prove I’m no jargon delinquent.
Drink a cup of wine and proceed to laugh.
The words morph into an image of a woman’s ass.
Maybe next week I’ll sit down to write.
Pen something really tight.
For now it’s all in my head
to obtain perfection is to pretend.

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Billie Goat

Billie Goat

I have sinned
The say’in goes
Sinners can’t be saints
So I’ll dance the night away
A country fate
Blue grass billies
Dance on the hill
It’s never just the wind
A fragrance of violins
Blankets a field of Patagonian land lovers
That sit in unison to the vibe of kinship
Steel mugs filled until the process of froth
Brewed on the mountain tops named Sierra
That pale in contrast
To the magnificence of folk music
Delivered in the luxury of a warm breeze
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The Sorrow of Aggression

 The Sorrow of Aggression

A fool is lost
In the curves
Waterfalls rush down cheek
In a maze of words

Candles light a room 
To exhume 
The benevolent long snuggle 
The soothe of a midnight cuddle

A beautiful face 
Gripped by fingertips 
Glum pouty lips 
Is this what sexy is? 

A beautiful expression in disguise 
For his kindness 
Was it All a lie?

A drowner of hope controls
The clutch of currents
Her love 
Mal-nourished

A desire of darkness
Selfishly fueled
The fascination of 
The cruel

The view from above
Observing young love
Turn to smoke
This must be some sort of joke

A heathen with quick hands
Costly demands

As butterflies turn to ash
She dances behind curtains 
To become
The silhouette of shadow


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The Sorrow of Aggression is a poem dedicated to the women that have had to endure a mentally or physically abusive relationship.
You are beautiful, strong, and intelligent beings of stardust.
I have much love to send in your general direction.  Peace 🙂

When It’s Cold Outside

I’ve decided to re-post this song because it’s cold outside and I rather enjoy it. For those whom it may concern I have about six new songs and two rap projects I’m currently working on and hope they translate into new blog posts. It takes time for the osmosis of linguistics to transpire into greatness. Or, into something I find agreeable enough to post. Recently with-in the continuum of time I found myself lacking the beads of sand in a hour glass needed to press words with efficiency.  I am random incarnate and will finish what I started.  I bleed nursery rhymes in real time to attract women that are fine.  Have a wonderful day and may the WORDS (force) be with you (Insert inspirational emoticon here).

Blamed it on the good ones

Blamed it on the ones that got it right

Blamed it on the good ones

That’s why I’m all alone tonight

Blamed it on the good ones

Blamed it on the ones that got it right

Blamed it on the good ones

That’s why I’m all alone tonight

When it’s cold outside

Sit around and think about the month of may

When it’s cold outside

Lost in the patterns of snow flakes

When it’s cold outside

Try to find away to forget her name

when it’s cold outside

Dream about the love we used to make

Blamed it on the good ones

Blamed it on the ones that got it right

Blamed it on the good ones

That’s why I’m all alone tonight

Blamed it on the good ones

Blamed it on the ones that got it right

Blamed it on the good ones

That’s why I’m all alone tonight

When it’s cold outside

Breathe against the window pane

When it’s cold outside

The glass becomes a canvass to paint

When it’s cold outside

Her fingertips moved by her soul create

When it’s cold outside

The sun reveals an heart shape

Blamed it on the good ones

Blamed it on the ones that got it right

Blamed it on the good ones

That’s why I’m all alone tonight

Blamed it on the good ones

Blamed it on the ones that got it right

Blamed it on the good ones

That’s why I’m all alone tonight

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Anthem of a Microphone

Anthem of a Microphone

When the world hands you lemonade
Drink it
Don’t over think it
Cause it’s the little things that matter
And when it comes to laughter
Indulge in the natural epiphany
The chemical balance of creativity
Spontaneous in the essence
Of a well timed presence
Imagination is the foundation of power
Those who fear words
May one day become cowards
To feel the strength in this ambition
To spit mad diction
To grip the mic tightly
To make an audience show up nightly
Back to the basics
It’s time to look in the mirror
And face it
I believe
In the oath of the trees
In that warm breeze
In the randomness of a smile
My soul
Becomes freed
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