the sugars wait

The sugars wait

the daemons gate

look like it's going on forever

wrestlers weep

children bleep

and words are forgotten in distant lands

the mind it speaks

to will is to weep

the savages find themselves in the desert

the money breaks

the fall turns cakes

and autumn is nowhere to be found

when sin has spoken

the truth has broken

the idea of what has happened

and what can

when hollow gates

take up so much space

the room is covering the calendar

the queen she is

hell, let it be

when jupiter is narrow in my mind

the lives they spoke

on the walls of hope

letting ions be ions evermore

the casket breaks

the laugh takes haste

the movement takes its turn into violet

the tomboys mate

commemorate

and the shuffle up and down

the great design

the man in my room

the man in my room shook violently
i saw him there cold and i didn't think
i just acted up what i thought was right
the bag on the table for someone else

but no, this bag had a blanky
one that could have helped that man
do i have a heart? any compassion?
these questions i asked myself

it was not in the moment
in the moment i was leaving
not thinking, gone

in the moment he was me
and i was him
and i couldn't even shelter him from the storm
this will not happen again

i promise
if it takes my wads of nothingness
i will make sure the cold stay warm
not by just my hand but with the help of many

this is promise you
this, i will do
for that man in my room

wooden chance

there was a woman I met oh so long
she shook her head, she looked to the floor
my hideous eyes could bear no wooden chance

the illumination lasted just a minute or so
the pumpkin bursts, the shattered torn
the love life of chipmunks made me wonder

i drank some water
made me strong
the open bottle, stood stray along
the calming sense of a song by known man

he rested his hat, furrowed his brow
he entered the path, clarinet involved
the sound made me whisper into her ear

this girl she left town a mile ago
on doctor's orders, she had the flu
sneezed into a handkerchief, in her pocket

there was a man I knew quite well
a doctor's son, his soul to tell
everytime he looked in the mirror, he saw my face
for the doctor i have been all along

strumming an old guitar, drunk off orange juice
how it sounded, how she walked
how she curtseyed, how she talked
wearing black and white, o heaven almighty

it took me time to realize too
that i was living in a wooden shoe
this shoe it broke and it landed me on my feet
the shoe that broke held a mother's laugh
her sons and daughters, straying the path

the only son left out to save the poor and needy
Alleluia

dear sir/madame

i wrote this on a piece of paper:

Dear sir or ma'am,

I write to you this because I am afraid of my loss for a piece of paper nor typewriter and thus neither, so now i have nothing but this napkin. I need you a favor, something grand and awake, a package must be picked up. I promise this is no joke, for I am a wealthy man, who has lost some grandchildren in your land of bidding and your continence is believed to be in your household. I am wealthy yet I grave no possessions. I am humble in servitude and I need you as much as you need me. My address is on the back and the phone number is decoded. Help me find my kin. For you will be repute stature and essence and everything known in your land as wealth.

Forgive us who trespasses,

*marked*

J.Stevenson, at your discourse and your service.

mid-day afternoon

I've come back to you immortals
for we live forever in this hole in the ground
we dig it ourselves as our mania ticks and twitches
when depressed we sing and merry some hidden wine

when i just couldn't resist i had to hold onto to a dear friend
that friend gave me hope, resilience, the will to move forward
we must not give up that will for once we do we are lost in the forebodes of our ancestors
how they turned to scum!

the worms in the dirt
the birds in the nest
raving and jabbering waiting for us to perish down
all the way down, to a nether land that is quite not nether nor near

i cry ashes and she spits venom down my throat
for i am not what you once thought
i have evolved into the oceans, the shields and the everglades
i have forgotten all those who rang true and yielded deity

that deity has been succumbed but the pleasure has not
the wanting to see the past
the urge, and the unwanted
the need and the desire with the wonder of the further

they stand sitting at my stoop to wonder what i type
but it's only words, pish posh, bite your tongue, for today is a new day
tomorrow shall surely be my last
and midday i take my vitamins and alas ultra men need no sleep

grace

three days i spent in the hole
and all i hear are ghosts and howls at my windowsill
my passport screaming to keep my dreams
yelling, fortified

I woke up and i saw light
the bed, the light, the meals, the inner fight
what can stop me now
as i play piano into the ground

the story is told of a man known
next up is his friend and love
a brother of sorts
can't you figure it out

the ice thrown at my door
waking me up for my morning job
like an animal
suffocated

the leeches don't work to get the demon out
when you thought one was genuine
she touches her glasses tight
i speak but no word is heard

they feed me herbs and i can't feel time
the days that battle on
i feel weak and depraved
am i cared for? do they care?

a poor man's lunch
an exercise
only in moments of just disguise
wondering, just wondering

case studies and pills
the more the merrier
drink it down fast
before lines get blurry

in fever in time
i'm stuck
in fever in time
i am reborn

into a world where i do not speak or neither spoken for
where will they find me?
when can i break?
find me a way oh lord
find me some grace

the shadow

the shadow
it haunts me in the middle of the night
i can't bear to stand it's weakness
it has become me
it has torn me into two different directions
the goal
the growth of a boy into a man
it changes my mind
the being has found it's way
find your way
and speak from the heart
each part of makes me tremble
in fear, in lust, in sin
my body is changing
la la la la la
songs in my head
they hear my every breath
unbreakable
misunderstood
no more playing games
my growth is of utmost importance
for I see men in women bodies
and women in men bodies
is this the soul? is this the spirit?
the mirror says thank you, but i disagree
cut your hair and don't shave
become one
out of 2, go bowling with the shoes
unconciously we thrive
speaking words of an unknown source
what lays behind our subconcious
is it the mind? or is it just air?
bowie is one. bowie. ground control
harmonize. repeat after me.
the face looks the same
and the body soul and spirit thrives in it's union
no break
not now
can't hold on.
just find me there when i can't compare
the sagitarrius holds the key.