Hypnotized by the sound of ice
Clinking in the sound of a glass
Smoggy and dreary atmosphere
Bottles full of hollowness
Mixed exchanges and signals
Pleasantries found in a blur
Spinning comments climbing up
Overdosed by her lustful winks
Lost between delusions and rainbows
First impressions engraved
A fragrance of whiskey circles
Crack of the cue ball dances
Spreading the triangle to all the corners
Quarters placed on the table
Perfume and alcohol mesh
A stench causing grins and sneers
Digits written in pink lipstick of the bathroom stall
A bartenders chuckle reverberates
Jukebox music playing at a ridiculous decibel
Communication at a bare minimal
Skirts and cleavage lecture over a free drink
Epilogues stumbling in and out
Clumsiness and truth cross paths
Ex lovers stuck close in a soap box
Identities hidden promenading in
Monologues spoken wobbling out
A haven of melancholic thoughts
Stationed between 2nd street and the laundry mat
Match made in intoxicating nirvana

Dipping fingers in the cardinal sin

Centipedes gnawing on thin bones

Speaking with a ferocious tongue

A political speech for the hungry

Civilians bodies are spread out

Fistfuls of pennies are raised

No questions from the peasants

Walking up Scarlet Hill without armor

Surrounded by faith and emptiness

Glory and revenge are gripped

A rising battle among the defeated

Mothers pride fades away

Destroying a lost crusade

Hailing to the sovereign minister

Prayers becoming a fixture

A shrewd dictator of millions

Disregarding what humans want


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Aimlessly floating

Through the pastures of rainbows

Seeking pastel colors of dreams

Above the molded fortress

Guided by soft tranquility

Brushing up against an oak tree

Wings spread wide as an ocean

Absorbing the crisp air

Flying high as an eagle

Freedom are feathers of gold

Fluttering in the pink wind

Waving at the blades of grass

Staring at high peeks

Gliding through the valleys

Soaring in the mist of unity

Under God’s mighty hands

Grateful to the sound of streams

Appreciating nature’s innocence

From the morning light

Until the moon finds the hazy sky

Seeking the beauty in love

Harboring love in its beauty


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I can only give you what you want if you speak your mind

I can only give you what you need if you speak up

I can only love all of you if you share all of yourself

I can only give you what you want if you

open up

I can only give you what you need If you reveal your true self

I can only love all of you if you release the beauty inside

I can only give you what you want if you show me who you are

I can only give you want you need if you throw away your fears

I can only love all of you if you let me see the real you

Standing up against your accusations

Walking away from your allegations

Disgusted by your fabrications

Joining the drama free nation

Shaking my head at your obligations

Reading more into the creations

Stability is a lost sensation

Laughing at your ill advised temptations

Saxophone is singing on 9th street
To the rhythm of bus doors opening and closing
Shuffling of feet gliding on the concrete
Chewing gum sticking to the bottom of brand new shoes
Limousines pulling up to a twenty dollar whore
Staring up at the lemon sun above the empty playground
Children glued to their iPhones, laptops, and technical galore
Struggling to see the reality of obesity with every fast food chain on the corner
Taxes rise as our education system falls
Blaming presidents, corporate America, government officials,
And not looking at ourselves in the stain glass
Reflections of wealth, greed, and money grow as our morals decrease as generations pass us by
And the acoustic guitar plays the melody to the gamblers, sinners, and welfare checks to those who abuse the system
Perception is only seen through the eyes of a republican or a democrat
There is no jester in the middle
And the saxophone continues to play on the 9th street
As we become more in tuned with ourselves others really don’t matter
Racism still continues as wars between religions rise around us
And the harmonica plays for Jesus
Remembering why we are here
We should be embracing all of the joys of life
Instead we try to hide our tears

Exclaimed Hallelujah

Absorbing bullets and ricochets

Snap judgements built

An escape to silence

Tripping in debates

Haunting verbiage circling

like a disco ball in my mind

Waiting to exhale

Cynical metaphors drift

Waiting for your backlash

A born tragedy oscillating

Live wires misguided

Cold shoulder ramblings

Slapstick humor shuffling

like feet on cracked sidewalk

Stuck in the crevice

Misfiring hollow words

Disfigured and demeaning

Wrapped around false claims

A clash of the intellect

Distorted and torn apart

Leaving bits of the wolves

Words ripped at the seams

I’m lost

in the translucent visual

I’m wrapped

too much into fantasy

I’m engaged

in to what isn’t happening

I’m staring

at the colors in my head

I’m laced

up in sexuality and wonder

I’m walking

through a wet and hazy dream

I’m feeling

so many hands reaching for me

I’m aching

for the sweat to never disappear

I’m ignoring

the parts to the puzzle

I’m chasing

the river next to the sunset

I’m bleeding

from the knife of reality

I’m recognizing

the shadows of emptiness

I’m wanting

what does not exist

I’m needing

the hands of wishes

I’m starving

for what others possess

I’m craving

for what I don’t have

I’m stalking

the landscape in my head

I’m writing

for what is missing

Even the Devil himself chuckles
The moon is carved with your lies
Tangled up in your demented mind
Serenaded by demonic gargoyles
Stains of convoluted fairytales twitch
Nightmares glide through your skull
As you become the twisted spin doctor
Even the Devil himself despises you
The haunted tree is covered in your sins
Using the phrase “Sick and dying” to draw attention
The line for the roller coaster to hell banishes the disturbed and psychopathic rants
Even the Devil himself cringes at your name
Fearing your chameleon sadistic skin
Wallowing in your fragile bones
Be careful what you curve with your tongue


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She called me the extravaganza

She referred me as the ladykiller of the sunset

She pronounced me as the wind maker

She drank me like a fifth of whiskey

She buttered me up like southern shrimp

She screamed my name at 2:30 in the morning

She labeled me as the greatest in Ariel black

She pegged me as the arrogant smoke in the air

She suggested I was a landmark and a land mine

She appointed me as the certified one

She nominated me as the silk machine

She declared me as the ten foot beast

She called me hard as a rock

Excuse me for the agony
Excuse me for releasing the red balloon
Excuse me for savoring the seconds
Excuse me for the painted torture

And the plague escalates

Excuse me for the false love
Excuse me for the disguised ignorance
Excuse me for gripping the treasures
Excuse me for giving all of myself

And the plague spasms

Excuse me for craving substance
Excuse me for aching depth
Excuse me for feeling layers
Excuse me for the strain

And the plague decimates me

Excuse me for suppressing oppression
Excuse me for silencing cruelty
Excuse me for breaking me
Excuse me for shutting down

And the plague ruins my insides

Irritations burst knowing what I can’t have

Attraction stares

Your photograph drives me insane

Irritations settle knowing what I can’t feel

Attraction shouts

Your voice pulls me so close

Irritations rip knowing what I can’t touch

Attraction hooks

Your mind jerks my mind

Irritations bend knowing what I can’t smell

Attraction stretches

Your core unglues my being

I scratched my identity

with a worn 1974 penny

I saw moisture dripping

from my divided reflection

Murky colors and shades

of discomfort twitch

Uncontrollable jitters

Apathy is a phobia suspended

over my troubled head

A hemorrhage spread out

from the corners to the end

Lack of intersections and interest

Bent and upended against

paralyzed and indifferent nerves

I saw the gash and blemishes

inside the blood clot

I abandoned the rustic door

and sit inside the character

No one wishes to see exist

Sidewalk cartwheels

East coast dreary November

Trombones singing on 3rd Street

crooning a morning lullaby

Early 19th century brick walls

tap dancing to rain drizzling

Sniffles and heartache

Numb fingertips dialing phones

Chit chat Reverberations

Chimes galore and sneezing graffiti

Dust from the faded stars fall

Art Tatum playing in a pool hall

Styling in a limousine black suit

Conversations slowly undressing

A voice soaked in a bottle of rum

speaks in the dead of the night

Strutting out of the door

with his golden plated cane

Humming to the sound of Al Jolson


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A fan of Cannonball Adderley

Casual drinker of Whiskey and sour

Resided in Tampa Bay, Florida

A man who loved “Carol Burnett and Friends”

Terribly shattered and lost

Married for 10 glorious years

Left him for another man

That could produce children

Now residing in Columbus, Ohio

to find the pieces of his broken heart

Heart stopping and astonishing

A wondrous ray of shine

Spine tingling and thrilling

An extraordinary spirit

Loving her twinkle

Electrifying and rip roaring

A stimulating dove in the clouds

Provocative and sensational

An impressive personality

First class and remarkable

Loving her morning rain

A lightening center

Spectacular and unbelievable

A miracle for my eyes

Marvelous and staggering

A beautiful human being

She’s out there somewhere

or just in my dreams


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I still get lost in your euphoric eyes

I still get goosebumps when we touch

I still get chills when I lay beside you

I still get a smile when I look at you

I still get teary eyed knowing you are mine

I still get excited when I smell your perfume

I still get a fire burning in my heart from the sight of your face

I still get to fall in love with you every day

I kill myself to please the unappreciative

I kill myself to be the juggling act

Thank you for me leaving me in the corner

I kill myself to save you from the trenches

I kill myself to be something I’m not

Thank you for hanging me in the light

I kill myself to write the perfect script

I kill myself to grip onto the last prayer

Thank you for the cynical laugh

I kill myself to seek answers that don’t exist

I kill myself to satisfy all that you crave

Thank you for showing up to my funeral

Sipping on brandy
As the conversations stir like drinks
In the corner of my eye walks a stunning beauty
Candlelit piano played with only finger tips
Glancing at her crimson dress from a distance
Nonchalantly photographing her candy lips
Thoughts of caressing her skin flow like a river through my mind
The Mayfield jazz club oozes sensuality, lust, dripping magic, and chills of the spine.
Our eyes meet for the first time and the moment stood still.
The piano is playing endlessly as I pay the check in the clouds of smoke
The dance floor is empty as I stand in the center
Volts of passion soar through my body waiting to just dance with the most beautiful woman in the room
Elegance walks towards me as my hands wait
I place my hands on her waist and feel the silk of the dress
Our lips are inches apart waiting to connect
We move to the sound of the delicate piano as we do not speak a word
As the jazz club empties invincible fire is burning as we continue the unspoken dance
The radiance of her beauty is astonishing
I craved her essence and warmth
I respected and cherished every second
Instead of kissing her lips I leaned in to place my lips on her cheek
As our bodies became closer to the sound of the piano I whispered in her ear
“I want to make love to you.”


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