To the layman’s unlearned eye,
Parliment is just another cigarette
To I, the educated expert its an extension
Its a bayonet with the mouth of a
cannon
A filter’s recession made with such
adaptive intention
Dab the divot in the pile of Columbian snow
Raise it like a glass to any curious biff
Just a sniff, a bumpskie, a twitch of the nose
Fireworks in the membrane and off they go
Under the cloud of cigarette smoke, the expert walks
a road of elation for eight minutes or so
Those days have been behind me for a number of years
and no matter how often i say cocaine is an unremarkable drug
As I was a conisseur of hypnotics and downers
the memories of explosive speed and dread and fear
Yet some are so comforting, when I see a Parliment
my eye allows the escape of one yearning tear
After a cup of Columbian
I have to admit that the day
might turn out okay.
Ordinary miracles are on their job,
and I am blessed to be
Gods special little guy.
Yeah yeah yeah
fair trade columbian fair trade in the cup
wishing it was sheets but I got
they tell me thats life
and I guess (though having o
other way to be convinced to
contrary results)
those are the way things are
S O C K S
as they said down south
along with tomorrow I think kerouac might
have heard this one to
that way we make our peace with
some kind of grander rhymthic thrum
might not be heaven and if I could
(find a better word though who tries too hard
these days) might have come more prepared
best gas it up and be moving on
S O C K S
right.
Quiet Nights and Quiet Stars
The cozy, round, garden table,
In that smoky Columbian cafe.
A time long ago, and far away.
Let’s go back in time, we’re able.
The dance floor, we happily purvey,
In this country, let us joyfully stay!
In our house, your head I will cradle.
Your Latin eyes, still make me sway.
I truly vow, with you, I will forever stay!
7/25/2024 poem 2
Strolling in dreamy Ipanema!
Our long, planned, dream trip came true.
Stiil in wrapped in beads of love to forever be!
Angelic fantasia, bronzed, Columbian you.
We angels, in love, though decades have passed!
Looking into the azure sky, I turn to touch you.
Wondering which Brazilian cloud has room!
For us...the hot blooded-two!
Times when you are callled away know my fidelity
Longing for you each minute, each hour, each day.
Confident, that I, your obedient monarch butterfly
Will always be by your side, for an eternally stay!
Whether here or anywhere, always in wonder I stand.
Intoxicated and I am desparately in love with you.
And with you alone,I am your tropical ,
You, my Adonis of a man~ black hair,eyes ofazure blure!
1/1/2024 12 AM
Check my nose
for overnight eruptions,
feels like moon rock, could be worse.
I avoid the mirror,
wild men live in my face,
their campfires still smolder
in my eyes.
Columbian angels
pour coffee into my veins.
I should trim my fingernails.
I leisurely dig a worm out of my brain -
with a prayer.
If you live in my world
you will pick up your digital spade,
commence to shovel with me.
Side by side we will tunnel our way
into some kind of
perfection.
A drug crazed world spins on ever faster.
Bodies tumble out of that carousel
never to be seen again.
Once whirling dervishes twirled
now they stagger and fall drunkenly.
Molestation hangs in the air
drooling its perilous lava.
All control is folly,
and yet...
this morning
I sip at a mug of Columbian
one hand to pick up a casino bought fob watch,
I let its fake gold chain run threw my fingers,
feel the weight of the colored glass jewel
set within its case
This simple tactility rests my mind
I am at peace with myself.
if all the lithium cell batteries were to cease
this instant,
I would still have this moment to live within,
the taste of rich coffee and this non-working $10 watch
to treasure.
Star lit skies down seventh ave.
you and I on the Centro cobblestones
dancing for the trolly strolling about
Ybor city cigars stained the air while
Columbian porcelan floors calls me
to perform merlot sends signals
down my spine this night is alive
simply waiting for daylight to arrive
A model-actress from Columbia
Whose nice name is Vergara, Sofia
Always asks for coffee
On talk shows or any
I doubt if she has no insomnia.
April 24, 2022 9.22pm
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I cannot stop laughing while watching this woman on the shows.
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I didn’t wake up dead this morning,
my back is no worse than yesterday.
A few customary moans and groans
as I reach the breakfast table.
My spouse is as cheerful as ever,
she hops around like a song sparrow
while I glower.
A cup of dark Columbian
I have to admit that those ordinary miracles
Ordinary miracles are on their job
and I am thusly blessed to be
Gods special little guy.
The bald skinny guru is preaching serenity.
I alone
(because of my constantly revved-up synapses
and mugs of Columbian coffee),
can hear the angry kamikaze bee raging in his skull.
Only I see that gory grub work of his grinding teeth
others mistake for a smile.
The studio audience is rapt.
A young women to my right tries to sit in the lotus position
only managing to topple into my lap.
Parts of me are beginning to relax,
but not the warm sensation left over my crotch.
My face reveals nothing but the intent meditative pose
of a holy man.
I am beginning to understand;
this is not a case of fake it until you make it,
it’s a fake forever life we are all leading,
and the skinny guru knows this -
this I believe is his greatest teaching.
I didn’t wake up dead this morning,
my backs no worse than yesterday.
A few customary moans and groans
as I reach the breakfast table.
My spouse is as cheerful as ever,
she hops around like a song sparrow
while I glower silently.
After a cup of dark Columbian
I have to admit that the day
might turn out okay.
Ordinary miracles are on their job,
and I am thusly blessed to be
Gods special little guy.
I
"Good morning. Jesus Loves You," I say
To passers by, with my calm shalom
I feel good, they feel good. But ought we?
Since Columbus sailed the Ocean blue ...
There's been a holocaust on the earth
The other one, against the environment
They can't stop it in the Amazon
So, why talk of the last Orangutans
In Indonesia, or Malaysia: old Batavia?
Yes, I am a pastor, and I love Jesus
(Which Jesus? you ask. That's the question)
II
After these post-Columbian centuries
India and China seem to have managed without Jesus
It irks me, that with so much clout, empires fail
To show the side of Jesus we see individually
The Samaritan woman at the well (John 4)
The blind beggar who never had eyes, until made for him
By Jesus outside the Temple (escaping stoning, yet healing)
Read it in John 9. Or the Love of the Father, Luke 15
The one Jesus revealed to us as "Abba." Why not these?
I heard Romans 3 (verse 23) and John 14: 6 aplenty
It sounded better in my private devotions
Shall I mention E. Stanley Jones, Christian ashram
(Not Christian Yoga). How to be a missionary
And tell them of Jesus. Just Jesus. Not the "civilized economy."
Carry on, my dear, carry, carry on
For soon, for you, there will be a new dawn
Filled with joy and filled with cake and presents
And if I must, I will throw in cents
A pair, of course, for if that is not there
No advice will be given, for next heir
To keep your property and liberty
And life too, but that is mere wizardry
From Columbian brew, all that divine
Leaves you thinking you are on the cloud nine
Its hole gives you peek at the love below
Your lover picks up snow, and off with throw
It hits one’s face, leaving one very numb
And discerning that all I did was dumb
For love, for life, and all merriments here
Taking it in, for it is but my dear
That loss is all my love, death all my life
Here my two cents, they are all of my strife
Carry on, my dear, carry, carry on
For soon, for you, there will be a new dawn
Black Violets-n-Pink Roses, God revealed his self 2 me, somehow like he did Moses, like the Sun is to the Earth, I’m so important, sales from transported Columbian Cain, done provided me with a major fortune, dirty thoughts-n-desires, reading in between the lines of liars, exotic weed habits, murder for hire, up in Bentleys with panoramic views-n- bullet proof tires, told Donald Trump he F--king fired, 4 I’m Ancient Egypt King admired, scopes-n-beams AR 15, ATF, Nikon popping at my team, my lifestyle exquisite-n-extreme, for my name’s Nakym, 4 my name’s Nakym, 4 I bought the Devil’s wife soul with a gorgeous ass ruby pinky ring, the Devil blindfolded me so I couldn’t see what I once seen, vivid but more intricate than any dream, 4 God revealed his self 2 me, somehow like he did Moses, 4 my past life I chose it, blessed with a new life, so I wrote this, blessed with a new life so I wrote this, I love you Nakym, so change the world, as I wrote this, God spoke this.
Thank you
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