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The Story's of Men

I carry with in my will 
The story’s of men
A cold winter chill 
On a summer day 
couldn’t comfort 
The story’s of men

I put stride in my fears and walked away my tears
I remember the scent of your hair 
Like yesterdays air

I go to sleep 
and awaken with the same head ache
In a dead lay
I felt that way sometimes

I don’t talk much 
And I don’t listen
Today I stood sound
My heart just thought it stiffened

Most pictures we see are black and white
August for change
Can you see the black in white
At my counterpoint and I’m invisible

A Camelot to her roses
A portrait of warmth in the cold
A poet at best 
Her’s at worst 
When obscurity was a curse

Relinquishing the scent of an aged piano
The melody it tunes
Century’s of counting souls
Any crisis can turn to an opportunity
What is it in man that looks for what it can’t see


Ur Fallen Legend (Angel of Sadness)

So much happens when you’re away 
Things that make my composure tremble 
As I begin to say 
Moments of less triumph 
Suspend my stay 
Forgive me, for there’s become a trend 
In my time away 
Here’s ur rapture, ur Armageddon, ur fallen legend 
Arrogantly I want to be swinging 
Seeking revenge on my every adversary 
But realistically, from my own hemp 
I seem to be lingering 
Morning lights and hieroglyphics merely had me starry 
Blood line carries wine 
My resistance varies with time 
So here’s ur rapture, ur Armageddon, ur fallen legend 
Who am I? 
My reflection mimicked 
And murmured, I am you 
Only further from the skies 
It’s become a war, I cannot win 
Shield your faces 
For man trots again 
So here’s ur rapture, ur Armageddon, ur fallen legend

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We dance across the heavens, like shining stars,
to the never ending beat of our universes heart.
Its song, time – sometimes – becomes dull, grey,
aches of sentiment, in the throes of lofty sentimentality
that becomes red dew, flowering over the cornea, of a rose
releasing its sweet fragrance, ever so slightly, lightly
down the sides of its imaginary nose.
Sentiment, envy, desire, so anther life goes.

B. J. “A” 2
April 18th 2003

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I stand on the edges of a desire,
a desire to be all that, – in this life –
I have never been, – in all likelihood –
could never be, for it is not in me.
Yet, in me, it is, as I read biographies,
autobiographies, ancient histories,
I see the dream – illusive as it seems.
Heavy sheets of liquid crystal hang,
fall before these old brown eyes.
Only, the telling comes in ripples
that dot the landscape of reflections
painted upon the cold black surface,
of a pavement that lays before me.
A sad portrait is painted every day,
it comes in the reflections, of those reflections.

Life has flown me through valleys richly
carpeted in jewels, emerald green and serine.
Life has dragged me over rough, ancient mountains,
dropped me over sharp edged, rugged cliffs.
Life has hauled me across screaming creeks,
down raging rivers without a paddle.
Life has thrown me into the fires of hell,
upon plumes of smoke, sent into the ether.
Life has guided me  into heavenly spaces
where one will find beautiful places.
Life has shipped me into the shadow less abysses
of blackness where light of night stars hang
in the endless skies where one opens eyes

B. J. “A” 2
April 19th 2003

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Life lived – looking back –seems to have been as poverty laden
as the life that lays before these tired old feet – its faden
with inactivity, motiveless, motionlessness passages of time.
The richness in both – lost to another time and state of mind.

And who really may care ?, about the poverty in both.
And who really may care ?, about the richness of both.
And who really may care ?, about the memories of both.
And who really may care ?, about the life or death of both.

With Easter at hand.
It seems the hand is the only one who cares.
Assumed death ?, assumed resurrection ?

B. J. “A ” 2
April 20th 2003
Form: Rhyme

Wishing Me Away (Angel of Sadness)

I know you wish me gone
In reality it’s a blissful song
But I know you wish me gone
Nothing better than containment halls
Leading me to nowhere
Are these stain vented walls
Sinking closer to an open cry in many ways
I think I’m suppose to die this day
A minimum disguise
Beneath my graven identity
Lies your subliminal eyes
Tonight is all I have
A fainting fright, last calls for gasps
As if a painted life was no longer in my grasps
Am I getting old?
Or am I just stressing my soul
Ain’t telling more than a lie
Passing days selling for unwanted ties
Seems I’m no longer above hell
A fallen child loving his shell
Emotions calm in a broken pail
I know you wish me gone
In reality it’s a blissful song
But I know you wish me gone
Form:

Journey Men

And when your little light shines out
What are you going to do about?
Days you know you can’t slow down
Days you know you can’t do with out 
You’ve endured through thorough droughts
Now you know there’s no way out 

And when your little light shines out
What are you going to do 
To make it through the night
The obscurity tries you
For it paints you a pale knight
How much further might you venture
Through this darkened isle

And when you find no barriers peace
You’ve made it to the end now 
You find rest upon a strangers smile 
And when your little light shines out 
When red lights stop your life
And green lights are not fast enough
Breathe
These are the moments that touch us
If we can make it to the morning
I’ve found comfort 
Within the light in your eyes


Withering Away

You’re going to miss me when I’m gone
Home the one place I do not belong
As spoken in first person 
Sometimes life just is not worth the cursing
Infants, we casualties of less nursing
From this very instance, situation worsens
Walking in shadows
Follow this mysterious league of adults
Swallow my tears, but I cannot handle yours
For I fear you may dismantle 
Losing whom you truly adore
Purchase your freedom
But how much scrutiny can you afford
Gripping my throat, losing my edge
Slipping as a goat, choosing my pledge
Scandals out weigh my sledge
As it appears, I’m still breathing
Sincerely in days, I will be leaving 
Only hours foreshadow my doom 
Dreams no longer linger
As my nightmares loom
This darkened rose withers so soon
You’re going to miss me 
When I’m gone
Outcast, an unknown
Home, the one place I do not belong
You’re going to miss me when I’m gone
Form: Ballad

Memo

Guess you can say
I’ll be there today
Yes I’ll be there today

I’ve been 
Chasing 
The same blue moon
So much 
Time decayed this day 
I’d rush you
But tomorrows 
Going to come too soon

The touch of my quill
Has found it’s dry
For you and I 
Seem to have fallen
Over into life 

I guess you can say
I’ll be there today 

It’s been merely
21 years 
And I can’t seem 
To get over the wrong
I guess this song
Is bringing me home

It’s been quite tough today
She brushed here eyes against mine
She said
Smiles
They still bitter my touch
Startled I 
Lost my thoughts in a way

Guess you can say
I’ll be here today

I see you seem happily today
I guess you couldn’t find yourself 
I see you hid your voice softly today
I assume you seek only those who left
Your side this day
Form: Ballad

2 Keep Away Your Worries

Things are going to be
Alright
Eventually your going to 
See the light
If we could
Hold this night
You know it’s going to 
Be alright

I can understand 
What it means to you 
So you know 
I’m going to see you through
Given circumstance
This is what we do 

Further than further 
We roam
No one to others 
It’s gone
Further than fathers 
We’re home
Lovers to mothers
We lone

Yesterday 
My worries seemed 
So far away
Today
I can tell you nothing 
differently 
Time tries us 
Much more 
Significantly 

Things are going to be
Alright
Eventually your going to 
See the light
If we could
Hold this night
You know it’s going to 
Be alright
Form:

Satisfaction of Heart

Holding something in your heart 
That will never perish
Something we'll always cherish
Never fall apart 
We got satisfaction in our hearts 

The things outside this world
So special 
More than that of a sparkling pearl
One day we'll wake up 
Realize the arms we take up
Be sincere 
Apologize and make up 
Not part of my protégée 
But worked into this strategy
How you doing where you been
Haven’t seen you since I was like ten 
The way I feel will never wear off
Print tattoos that'll never tear off
Even though I didn't know my brother
I wish it could've been another

Now this little world took apart of me 
Some where down the line 
Someone will stretch this art for me 
Though we mislead trust
The futures still in front of us 
And if love could teach 
then for love we reach 
But we'll never fall apart 
Got satisfaction in our hearts 

It's a world at rage 
They tell us 
"Keep harsh feeling caged, act our age" 
Didn’t' want to be a burden 
So I closed the curtains 
Closed my eyes 
And hoped it would close the hurting 
Situation never let the tears settle
Don't let it reign drops of metal 
Even if I never grow to be a better man
I’ll leave you with a leaf 
A treasure within a wish to consider
Please understand 
If I knew how every situation would end
Stress wouldn’t be considered 
My objective and demand 
Between you and me it’s a given hand 
And if tomorrow 
Doesn’t grace us with its presence 
Then we’ll remind failure 
Of the beauty and essence
Of a once populated land 
As my conscience and well being 
Occupied me in my final stand 
Deliver me to peace 
With winds blown from the east
Now that I’m grown 
I guess I looked to the troubles to cease
Picture that 
A day in the eyes of nothing to say the least  

Though this little world took apart of me 
Some where down the line 
Someone will stretch this art for me 
Though we mislead trust 
The futures still in front of us 
And if love could teach 
Then for love we reach 
But we'll never fall apart 
Got satisfaction in our hearts
Form: Lyric

Race With the Devil (From My Secret Sin)

Come on and race with this heavenly devil
Watch as hail reigns on that holy umbrella 
You could never become a conductor of this level
I only race with the devil
I ain’t no sinner, but don’t judge me
Temptation drifts toward beginners 
Only trials touch me 
Alcohol and lustful trust all through your body
Like diarrhea gots a three year old rushing to the potty
Ghostly stats, bitter chit chats
Conquered maps bleeding on mats 
Hustler magazines, lonely couples addicted to claps
Strapped in lubrication
So I can live to climax another day
White around my nostrils
Maybe I’ll live to quit another way
Witness my enemies coming ever so toward me 
I’ll never live to see a better Hell 
For death has assured me
This is only a prelude to a dream
Pastors and priest 
Never hesitate to infiltrate my schemes
To get major means 
Reality floats above my vanilla sky’s 
My conscience tells me 
Gods screaming aquapella or at least he tries
Life has no scene selection or fend protection
Choices of a simple election
Hardships are our special features
Heaven and hell have never been  so neutral
So come on and race with this heavenly devil

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