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Details | Lyric | |

Shell from Sawed-Off

I'm aware that
They'll dare me to surrender when my burner's unkindled
And the barrel is empty
Since their whiskey is missing
 
But it's in our blood and baby it's trickling and
We're on a roll
 
I heard from her and her merciless curves
That the curse'll come first
Just 'fore the rebirth
It's a thought that gets lost when you pitch it with a cross
O'er a plate made of moss so
 
I'll name it Shell from Sawed-Off
As I paint Hell from Far-Off
 
Like the Seraphim cherishing the heart
Who can't turn from the art
Like embarrassing a perishing enemy
Yeah, one last taunt
 
When told to listen as though it'd fix it
Something went missing
Although I didn't miss it
A relation on a ship quite distant and
Slightly free
Where the ocean switched and the compass died instantly
 
Oh it's in our blood, baby we're tricky so now
Out that ship has sailed
 
Like the Seraphim cherishing the shark
Who can flip 'round the ark
Like embarrassing a perishing enemy
Yeah, one last taunt
 
And our sweat is slightly trickling
A whiskey business, the highest feeling
And the pressure is highly tricky
A risky business, a godly healing


Details | Kwansaba | |

Shiny Minded Stone


"What's your story?"
she questions,
"you seem interesting."

wildflower eyes
                                                                                  ~SIDE-NOTE:  
I reply, "NOW."                                                                    (Kwan$aba! Ha! Really, 

often people become confused                                                    
by such a unique response                                                            
not this one...                                                                                
she's a beauty                                                                       
shiny minded stone                                                                  
lives warm under veins
lacks definition of alone

tho solo she stands
tallest green blade
unscathed
each time the oily blade passes above

erect 
she stays the same
tingling pulses exhale her pores
she'd rather sink
than have to think the way of worldly whores

still...
malice skips her
no ripples in the lake
dripping from her face
sunshine slips across tangerine cheeks

gold flows throughout waves 
streaming locks
sky clear eyes surprise those
choosing to be consumed 
by her entice

hands free of envy
no webs to spin
hips unmolested
thighs slick
turpentine

be warned
she will divide you
no voodoo 
or silly twisted games
though safe may escape you

blemish-less
untangled...
the girl
she
Goddess
baby of zero maybes
KNOWS....
how?
she knows

as clarity lent us its giant umbrella 
her lipstick smacked my tongue 
from there
we never looked back

~JSLaM


Details | Ghazal | |

OBLIVION OF UNICORN INFECTED EXISTENCE OF FECAL MATTER

I once told a lie 
as I looked her in the eyes
LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL
I just smashed a bowl

CB is a troll
In both sense
Wandering through minds of the unforgiven
As they irrationally spill their metaphorical hearts


Details | Haiku | |

Circles Turn

Hoe bites, turning earth
Rain falls bringing life anew
Cool on sunburned skin


Details | Bio | |

The March of Rhymes

The March of Rhymes


Although the notion of the twilight sun had tainted my crystal clear vision

Was there something else you have been missing
The hero calls to yonder shore once again all alone;
As if a stray dog is in search of its bone,
The march rhymes lives among a passing few;

A papal pew decorated in the brilliant ambiance of fun,
With a certain crimsome tide to come undone,
Just after a police chase we so often will run to & fro;
Amidst the delicate fragrance of an ego,

Within smiles of timeless chartered words;

A center of reflection in the vast pyramid filled with choice,

Let us further linger in the fullest madness & rejoice

A pleasant smile still we each knew all the while;

The sore vexed temperment on the loose with cannon
The march of rhymes we shall succeed so many times
On a blade of grass she made me wait;
Some may even call this fate,

A lovely fragrant scent of fallen early morning rain;
As bullets fly through the ambiance movement in sky
Some just settle for peanut butter & jelly;
When all the while they can have a nice ham on rye,

The march od rhymes sings as the time passes by

Sometimes its just not enough but for to give it one last try?


Details | Free verse | |

Sea Cowboy

He's a cowboy in the navy,
the sweetest thing there is. 
He likes so many things
that I do, it's almost a mirror.
We enjoy talking miles and oceans apart, 
but are waiting for the day we really meet.
Maybe things will work out,
and something good will start.

Will he be the glue
for my heart?
Will that lasso catch me
and pull me to him?
Can I be something
better than what hurt him?
Can I heal him if he 
hurts too, can I be his glue?

I enjoy finding things out about him,
I want him to know he is more than he thinks.
He's got me thinking about him
in my small free moments.
I think about what we'll do, 
when we meet, if things go well.
I've always wanted a good looking cowboy, sailor or army man,
Will he be my sea cowboy someday?

(This sounds like one of those childish sweetheart poems, I just let it flow and that is what i 
wrote i don't think it's the best, i can do better.)


Details | Cowboy | |

Yansa Sea

Tall Grass bends beneath
undulating waves of gray brown

Mystic energy pulses through
the crisp dawning sky

Smell of sweat & acrid fear
The sound of the hunt Cry

mixed with the thunderous crashing
of Buffalo waves on prairie sod shores

Pony & warrior riding the crest
Arrow loosed finds its mark

deep within Yansa chest
Hunter’s cry of triumph

In harmony with the last bellow of death
as the waves of the Yansa sea

ebb & flow across the Tall Grass plains

© June 2003

** Yansa is the Cherokee word for buffalo**


Details | Free verse | |

Tequila

Pennylane wore shiny cheap
plastic knee high boots
with the pointed toe and
pencil heel.
Stumbling sandy steps 
forty miles frim Tijuanna.
She wore a strippers silk skirt, 
swishing against pale, thin thighs.
Penny was seducing salvation 
in Augusts torrid sandy
impoverished paradise.
Pacific air, pushed up, 
wretched rock cliff faces,
blowing her small frame,
tossing sand to mix with 
the blow in her purse.
She'd hold her tequila bottled 
tight, exposing small
white knuckles
clinging to clear fluid
clutching and encasing the 
desert water.
Corrupting, coursing, pushing,
spinning the trapped little worm.
She hated and loved the caged 
creature, she liked that 
her grasp, staggering step
could control his motion and at
bottle's end,
she could swallow his fate.