dunfermline nights

How many more nights do I have to be in prison?

-the warden asks the prisoner

I've come to the conclusion that the realness of being is waking up in the late afternoon and reading and writing tales that just appear out of nowhere. I remember being in Dunfermline, drinking the beer, hustling the pool. A kid with a funny accent wanted to trade shoes with me. He just wouldn't give up, so we matched sizes and i took one shoe and he took the other and we were both happy. That was the first time I got drunk. The billets were nice and I wanted to kiss their daughter, secretly. But I got stuck with popcorn and it was alright. Never really had the chance. We talked soccer and news. Fresh breakfast in the morning. More than anyone could ask for. Then we partied after the game and it was uncanny. I can't tell you my friends at this point, because you will probably think unkindly of both me and them. This wreck of a woman meets me under the light in the driveway and opens a beer with her eye, then her belly button and god knows I don't know where the last beer went but it was open. Her eye was red the whole night. Savages we were. So the police came and had batons and started beating all the Scottish kids and I said something jolly to one officer and he gave me a look with his baton that pretty much meant, get the fuck out of the way. The backyard was a cliff with no fence. It was pretty dangerous, come to think of it. And we hijacked as much alcohol as possible to drink on the walk home. The bigger guys would stop for chips and me and my friend just kept walking. And this is where it gets weird. Me and friendo appear at a beach. I don't know how we got there or why but we were just there, with two girls. And it was the classic, you show me and i'll show you. So me being me, i dropped my pants and took it out. It is pretty big, so just pretend you hear gasping and excitement, then she got naked and we just sat there looking at each other. I never had sex at this point but then we started kissing and it felt good. I put myself back in my pants and my friend was naked too. We all just made out at the beach. With bootleg alcohol and our wankers blowing in the wind.

I'll tell you about London tomorrow.

dry

there will be no wine for christmas
no vodka eggnog
no tin can of beer
no wine, red nor white
merry christmas
to all
and to all a dry night
a dry night

hello carolina

oh carolina, come my way
we dance in the opus of your grand bouquet
you let it all pass
like your in disarray
gentlest of the mighty one
open the door fulfill the sun

oh carolina, come my way
to speak is spoken for
jump to the floor
of a great outdoor
driving 55 by main
driving 55 by main

oh carolina, won't you come my way
so i can jest to you my sympathies
let me understand your quick release
let me understand it all
for i am the unknown son
the soldier in the foothole grass

oh carolina come my way
hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
i bark to the moon
and it tells me soon that carolina
is on her way

we need not worry of a simple flurry
to heath this message to her
and live in all fury
because we can

oh thank you carolina
you almost fell
jumping jacks in the floor below
making me realize
the standard flow
of a gentle water main
driving 55 by main
singing 65 by main
laughing in the city rain

for now

locked in the cellar again
wishing to be free and dandy
recognize your birth day
off a top of the cotton candy

shrugs a shoulder
leaves approach
wondering softly
to an ally coach

jingle bells
haven't rung in years
jingle bells
for someone who isn't there

sanity and lust
virtue and glory
where does this path take me now
find yourself in the shrapnel

i can write, can't i
but who can read
a look in your face
a book by your knee

swallowed up in the serpents slither
an old lady asks to come hither
oh autumn was she a long time ago
when my thoughts were local, two and fro

down the wastebasket
chump change
gather yourself to your own domain

abrupt and spoken for and cast upon recluse
finding time to do nothing
finding time to be free
finding a journey that isn't there yet

get upward bound and over top
lay slow and fast
the bottom of a glass of bourbon on rocks
drink the drink, you haven't yet

its been too long and i lay quenched
no spiritual tools, they are digressed
in satans spawn, a brother needed
the few little steps to destroy a meaning

take time throughout this winter slope
for Christmas, a bell
and for new years
a thorn

or maybe its a thorn for christmas
and a belle for new years
i get mixed up
when i mix myself up

no drink mix please
only the land's water
we're lucky to have
and for now, i won't bother

-Gg

i'll get there

If you want me
you can come find me
laying in bed
drinking oatmeal
drinking meals
like an old man
like cohen can
and zeffer
and little sweeney todd
i'll get there
just not now

-Gg

nails

the wheels on the bus
they go around
and im spinning
like a spider making her web

you ask for greatness
and you get nothing
not a dime
not a flick of the fingernail, nothing

so why do it, kid?
why make believe
why not stand on both feet and make it complete
riddles rhyme romantically within royalty

paint the nails
before you crucify me
bright yellow and orange
turquoise and maroon

seal my fate
all the dreams
one more chance
is wayyyy too late

FIN

-Gg

in the name of mediocrity

Three days. three days is all we have

to get back to humanity

to get back to the realization
of dawn at night

is that possible?
to see the future in your palms
past your head of hair
through the thickness of your skin

it can be
it can be real and i notice that now
in your acquaintance
i see it all now

the wool away from my eyes
a free man
entity
no chains on my legs

i can walk again
breathe again
gain control
and live again

what can i ask for that can turn the tables on freedom
and not freedumb, but freedom
climbing a tree and picking the victorious fruits
they taste rotten, to a tender taste, yet scrumptious

this fruit we have is shared for what we need
trial and tribulations
pain and anger
living in the masque of another foe

to be the bottom of the pyramid
and now im up
up to do what i may or may not
and live a life of unrotten fruit

as the locals say
"it's tricky to rock a rhyme"
and i say i know
just find me underground

around, too fast to jump
without a limp
without that chain
without that mouth

so clean and narrow
so ready for all

i believe in myself, what you muster what can be
the words I type, the phones i answer
and the gold chips in my teeth are melted
like my soul

just away from it all
just away
from it
all

-Gg

the joker faces up

=
[HAHHAHHAHAAHHAHAH

you did it my friend
you lost yourself in madness


AHHHAHHHAHHAHAHHA

how you feel now with your tips and your chocolate
begging on the floor
any sense has been forgotten

AAHAAHAHHAHAHHAH

the jokes on you, my little friend
every minute of suffering, is a minute well spent
I look in your eyes, and i see my face
laughing at your little waist

AHAAHAHHAAHHAAHAHHAH

the jokes on you, i got you bad
smile on lonely, until you get sad
i honk my horn and spin the wheel
AHAHA at last, a moment between peers

you are me and i am you
i see that smile
when you smirk at me too
i hiss and i squeeze like a boa constrictor
(ssssssss)

put your makeup on and run with me
i promise you nothing yet everything
welcome to the fucking circus!


AAHAAHAAHHHAHAHHH

(come with me)

quintessential cat spit

my lover
(dear lord)
my lover
(oh boy)

when you walk through the galley
onto the western front
you see yourself naked
on the day from obscure birth

your fingers, they (huh) tremble
down the spiral of the word
to understand your being
you got to understand the world

three jupiters they snowing
on the wayward train
travelling to north alaska
anything to beat the rain

i tried so hard at nothing
leaving destiny at bay
while the sun rises gently
above the golden plain

no more scotch
only pain
from this mighty trembling man
he's walked all over town (he doesn't give a damn)

back to the western front
looking for work and jobs for hours
thinking about luscious belles
and sacred saints to guide us

the future in your palms
like an unknown grain of sand
these people think they know it
these people made the plan

strung up there above all
three holy saints and kings
we bow down before them
unlike the ones who ring

take from them their scotch
establish a gentle flow
be forgotten in the midst
be forgotten in the winter snow

a cot to learn
a book to read
a movie to watch
my souls complete

my lover
(oh lord)
she don't call me anymore
(oh lover)
oh lord
i wait by the phone til dawn
(oh no)

pasta and yogurt

I took a chance today
i cooked some vegetables
all i eat is vegetables
and pasta and yogurt

but my body is adapting
to the ways of the yogi
i think about it all
and every action and word says go

i look around and i see them
walking, talking, fornicating in bliss
why can't i have that
or do i want it?

i speak in whispers
to myself when others are near
then i sing a heartful melody
that everyone remembers

so where do we go
where do we go
from here`
and how do we get there

-Gg

For you

I am writing this poem for you

The one i miss
the one i see
the one who lets me be
the one i hold true
in my heart and even in my gut
your eyes seal wounds
your nose pokes me softly
no minute to waste

i let you live
i let you enjoy
and frolic around the banquet
i let you do what's best in your heart
i just let you be

on nights that are lonely
on nights that are sad
i give you the credit
i will never make you mad

so who are you
the reader asks above
well i'm just like everyone else
someone in need of a hug

-Gg

my bongo and me

Alone we play in the kitchen light
a cup of coffee gets it right
not one but two and maybe three and four
typing all this with no galore

my bongo and me
such a quintessential bond
i play in circles
no reason to get calm

i thought about it for a week
then washed my hands to take a peek
touch my forehead i asked of her
and she said all she has is a crown of thorns

pishposh you lady gadiva
i think what you need is a gentle reminder
of what we are dealing with in the reminiscing soul
what weight of the world does the diligent hold

a barrel of acorns and a taste of a soot
makes you wanna try more, try kissing my foot
she wants to badly and im holding in
my baby needs unclogged, and i look for the gin

i need release but no videos will help
i want you to get on all fours and make me yelp
tie me to the bed, in deadlock and chain
you wear chastity on your neck, oh how veign

what i really want is to see you next christmas
under the trees so merry and joyful
and all that other bullshit that got fed to us
while young and naive and noble

eat this and we did
drink water, we must do so
teacher standing there with an iron fist
collapsing around the maritime shift

my bongo and me think about all of this
i think my bongo may be made from somewhere in swiss
the neutral point my writing shows
just lay on the,bed and take off all my clothes

a spectacle it is
humming and hawwing with my pants
i almost tripped but alas no pants
i wait for you to say go and i take off my shirt

its now on the floor
next to all the dirt
spin around for me love and i feel so naked
this suit is mine and i wear it so i won't quit

muse me here and there
a ruffle in your curly hair
lay down on your side
and let my hands just glide

you quiver and are loud
and i just play with my hands
not ready to enter
such a stable nonsense of your tight band

you speak so soft
and the candles are lit
take off that wedding dress
for we are not kids

up and down and side to side
i read your eyes as if they were mine
touch it once, touch it twice
it all makes the noise

i tricked you milady
its my bongo in disguise.

my bongo and me
such a tender bond
my bongo and me
til my hands get dawned

scene from I.S.

I'm debating on sharing with  you, my fellow reader, the events pertaining within my novella. BUT i must. Here's a scene.

I put away the dictionary for now and focused on the writings of Hume and Kierkegaard and especially Freud. Remarkable people that would change my outlook on life substantially. Kierkegaard would teach me the either/or effects on how to write and Freud allowed me to think outside the box on sexuality and the dreams (and nightmares) of my past and presence. I had one dream where I was sitting in the bathtub, fully clothed, with coins on my eyes and leeches on my body. Ya see, leeches would suck the bad blood out of you, but, we realized that idea was hocus pocus by the 19^th century. They were underneath my clothing and I stood up in the bathtub and got naked and then my step dad would appear and cut each leech off my body with an army knife and i would bleed, gushingly with holes on my torso and legs where he cut off the agonizing leaches and I fell back into the tub, water into blood and i just laid there thinking and wondering and delusion and I woke up in a sweat and Miss Cline asked if I was alright and I felt my body and I was whole. No blood, no leeches, no army knife. I was a whole person with just my pajamas on.  

just type

this one's for you kid
in your army bench
you spill all the secrets
of this brutal attack

they don't see inside
but they think they can
little boxes just like home
little boxes to fight foes

you did what was right
and you might as well spoke from your grave
hacking up videos and pictures
of the detainees in pain

you were scared and alone
no body to choose
while the idiots above
are playing games without love

it looks like a video game
what they buy at the store
little kids learning
how to shoot down a  door

what you did was right
talking to the couch man no doubt
this white haired man
used your info to stop

stop the lies and the anarchy
and what people call just
you saved a million
to be saved is a must

one minute of your time

my hands they swell
like satans hell
i travel the road
to learn the code

when madness gets frightening and so  does the word
just remember the masons, who took over the world
an unknown source, an associated being
tries to tell us what and where we should be feeding

a thumbtack in your teeth and a rumble at your door
equal footing triumphs when you drunkenly hit the  floor
beware the whiskey, for it is not rum
make a tiny glass, so you can pretend to have fun

the book it is cast
the weapon is drawn
the pen hits the paper
and oh so much could go wrong

a backpack and a laptop
is all i need to be
some thrown out food
could be lunch for free

let's get more indepth here and speak from the heart
the heart it pumps twice as fast  when you gaze in the dark
a  wonder woman, a fallen man
hold hands in greatness, forever planned

she makes him and he makes her
catch the eye
and make sure it is quite rightly not absurd
she looks and you fall

holding hands with greatness, forever planned

persuasion of the fourth mind

I did something wrong tonight
I put on my sweater when it was too early
i looked at her face and she was startled by what i was carrying
a loaded bun, a taco shell
something that can change a life
i walked in for my fourth time and she sneezed and i left
do i die in a sneeze?
am i just a shower?
let me be and trick what you see
for i am not for what you see but what i be
i hope she forgives me in that frolic
a mother's cause
to fight for the right
for a child to type
come with me to the next level world
i need to understand it
for in order for me to be complete
i need to send my self to the purgatory of the moon
it shifts gently
as a gentile
im learning what was fought and won and what we still accept ourselves to be
im afraid to fail
afraid to lose and evermore afraid of the midnight seduction
trim your nails with your teeth, the flier cannot change
luggage in bags, we cannot complain
i see it now, the journey awaits
take the train and leave yourself at the gates
a poem once read may leave some confusion
but she eats her chips like some sort of transfusion
spill the milk, drip the cream
this coffee is tender
this coffees for me

the demons untrue

 Now if this were me
And I were you would you struggle against
me in a court of love
as time ticks by to float our boat
of endless possibilities seeking our light
i know of the problem
i must fix it immediately
for the man in the back my head
hears to beating your his heart in the cold cellar
jump down and beware the demons
the monsters that hide within
for externally they jump all around you in a hiss of impatience
drive the floor and open the door and forgive ingest an opening pore
leave you yourself and silent and bare
jump down to the bars and the holes in the ground
for you see i am blind and its such an awful sound
i hear without thinking, i speak unspoken
for my fingers, they bleed
as you are fast approaching
the bare minimum i need for a poem or two
a share of coffee and donuts
and all that is true
no demon will enter this body of mine
i cast it away the look in my eye
cast me away or burn me at the stake
i will still bellow, my soul it must be true
no demons in me
no demons at last
no demons to make me untrue

the papers are in the car, i don't have the car

So I walk the streets naked
asking why I was meant to be
a fatherly figure begs for something to feed
his child in yonder, many miles from here
then I see his elbows flesh
he needs the needle oh dear
I will buy you food, you weak man
but promise me this, that baby, I don't understand
how can you do it to yourself every day and every night
the joint papers in the car
I ain't got no wife

so go tell someone fancy like a prof or politician
who look at their bank account
and lick their lips in transgression
can they wake up every morning believing how far they will go
you father figure man, the needle won't do
I will buy you bread and water and meat
if you promise me one thing, your arm is yours to keep

he jumped at the offer, almost gave me a hug
I want chicken and liver and tacos and more
well my friend, you get what you give
I could just leave you with a smile. or perhaps, a formidable grin
to practice the lifestyle of the one who is within
he jumped at me again, almost swatting a fly
I want whiskey and wine and might as well drink turpentine

this man he whispered so no one could hear
I got all I need and he points to his beard
I believe to wonder the nights since that night
did I give too much or not enough?
this idea keeps me in turmoil even though it is small
it bounces all day and night around my dull skull

So in conclusion, I helped that man out
by buying him chocolate and a leopard skin couch
he's under the bridge somewhere, chuckling away
I still got my sanity is all he can say

just text me, k

Look what you have awaken

this one's a song



Go, pay, go, pay, go, pay

Go play play play til its all in your mind
don't ask me fool, I just got no time
the riddle of once, you told of me
I know karmas a bitch, and so be me

calm your voice, you mustn't yell
jump on the trees to make a sound
play your bongo at the front door
play your guitar baby, never ask for more

I fell once, trying to find some milk
honey told me she lost it when the baby fell
I looked up to my chair and I saw the bib
my baby weighs 84 pounds, ain't that a trip

climbing down the desert oaks
if theres oaks, there are some loc's
some people there to guide your way
writing somboro poetry e'er day

Go play play play til its all in your mind
don't ask me fool, I just got no time
the riddle of once, you told of me
I know karmas a bitch, and so be me

Now I ask you a question
be honest you fool
does the king need a jester
cause I need some food

he don't break no bread, that jealous man
he toss me a loaf, I don't want that crap
bring forth the princess, mighty hoe
I saw her last week, bent down on all fo'

The prince a clumsy buffoon
an educated man, who lacks all youth
his teeth are yellow, his eyes are pale
his shark grin, however,  he knows the plan
shedding all Jupiter, in his hand

There comes a time in one man's life
he's gotta hold down that fort
baby, come on get a life
so if you see me on the street
please don't say hi
the next time you see me just say goodbye

Go play play play til its all in your mind
don't ask me fool, I just got no time
the riddle of once, you told of me
I know karmas a bitch, and so be me

This tale is all over in a melody you hear
I gotcha band, now where's ma dear

Just play play play, all, every, day

the merry misfortunes of an idle eye

You see yet you do not give
You ask though you do not receive
Begin what you have begun
for it is behold in the forest's one
is it worth the pain and anguish
of your pectoral muscles in sandwich bun
you work it out til its raw and sore
a steak to the ones down below the floor
the worms and the rats, that are ten feet tall
where do you go to seek  refuge
to a novella so thought up it reigns in your brain
close it up until a rainy day
shake it up to the heavens
a weight of a baby
but do not shake the baby because he is already shook
shaken by the weights bolting him to this ground
where do you look
and where are you found
an inkwell
a scotch bottle
an empty case of beer
for the newsletter did not make clear
the weapon of ill
the weapon of the deal
it cuts off your fingers and breaks down your bones
for the refuge you find may be secluded at home
afraid and lost, but a hug and kiss might do
for teachers and freedom fighters and those who are few
remember this thought whenst you next speak of me
that fellow in green
lacks all sympathy
yet you think that he does but it is you who do not see
this writing on the wall
this is all, oh but, me

Editing novel 0.1

Well today, today has been the beginning of a new generation of my obedience towards family norms and media frenzy. For today, I have begun the editing techniques for my piece of work that I am writing.The first edit should be done my the middle of next while the next edit should take a week or two and then off to the publishing house...but which one? Start big or go home or just see what happens in my predetermined lifestyle and just type madly on upcoming stories for the next novella. I want my own poetry and I have some, maybe add a song on there or something. For this is just the beginning, you think you see me, but i am far away, you must squint.

Type later. Ta ta.

subjectivity is the subject

Riding along just the other day
Minding my own darn business
Laughing in the desert wind baby
Laughing for my may hey day
Now Jupiter is rising closely
Rebecca ain't one to please
The cat o tales takes a turn in the sand
She only gotta tease me bad
Jamming with the sun in my eyes
River queen, Far behind
Take steps in the films that you love the most 
J Cassavettes makes you proud
Dont cha give me a heart ache now
Please yourself gradually
Windows of opportunity lean now
Gold dust over no trees
Wondering if I would have been something
Leaving all messes behind
Neither one down for company
None of them give her luck
The watcher looks on watching 
The caterer is full of bread
The chimpanzee goes out of his mind
Whatever he please, yeah yeah yeah, 
whatever he pleases he gets

melt in your fingertips

Bom Bom Bom
Down and out
too much shouting
too much no doubt

out to the spectre
out to the ghost
living in madness
insane as the wolf

hide in the motel
perhaps in the shade
I saw it in wondrous
and now i'm afraid

keep all the pennies
keep all the rust
no matter the stigma
no matter the dust

now bounce to the twin
vomit it all out
forgive their sons
and continue about

continue means never never over
touch the time with your palms
it melts in your finger tips
it melts at no fault

is this the medium?
is this the madness?

tell me so. for if you do not, my soul will be plagued by a million stallions to guide myself through the universe and time and possibly even Hades itself.

Jacobsons

The shadows have fallen on the only one son
He lives under shelter in the great unknown fun
A leopard print basket of help and dismay
Grows faster than Chia who has forgotten my name

Write and rewrite the stories hath told
Grab all your luggage, no time to fold
A loft so warm is where you are
She told you someday that you will go far

The serpents hiss and then a truthful apple
Hide your mother and portray your sister
Here is my rib, take it kindly and gently
It's the crowd control on my brand new Bentley

Six verses is the goal to this mindless plot
What a time to ask in such a public lot
Your brother he has jacobsons, a disease not known by men
He calls up the doctor, only three chances in ten

Ring a ding ding calls the sheriffs bell
A moment so wicked, that Jesse James fell
Go past the few who blog so much
Get up and pass the door and down the hallway to get your lunch

So we have sister and brother and mother and son
Beg to differ the morning baker's bun
You all shouldn't be reading this tale of woe
Look beside you in the bathroom stall, you will find your foe