Destination Paved By this Man

Trying to find the

destinations in which tedious

talkative transvestites

are in the midst

of taking me.

What destination is the pendulum

going to swing next

can I text you the answer

or is it against the rules

Of engagement.

For my thoughts tend to refocus

to engage the mind and spirit,

the car in which I steer

it can be out of focus

for many to see coming,

but I assure you it's there.

Clothes make the man,

so they say,

but I say

how the clothes

shall tailor to me.

I am a man

hear me roar,

but understanding

that when I speak up,

my awareness of the consequences

have already peaked.

I accept my bark, bite and

any confrontational

altercations that they generate

That is why I call myself MAN.

Distraction vs. Destination

days and days

of phrased praise.

One understands words

but sometimes the meaning

escapes the natural curve

of reality.

I just try to walk and

not stumble off the

path of righteousness.

But buses and buses

of people keep

side-swiping me

spinning my focus in a different

direction from the

end of this journey.

the choice,

though,

is mine,

for by allowing the

distraction of others directions

to intertwine with my mind

fault lies within this spine.

It is mine to grasp and hold

onto,

for every wasted distraction

gives me more

clarity to finish this journey

when hurdles are passed

and the path

allows my vision to once more grasp.

A quick release from the brain

It seems

that my dreams have

become a parallel

track.

I stay still waiting for

the next realm of

reality to rear it's ugly head.

Instead there is a dead

kind of perspective

that puts my mind to

a future dread.

My thoughts have been tortured.

my fortune sits on the outskirts of

my being,

Finally seeing things

for how they should be.

Finally planting a tree of thought

who's roots

spread throughout

mother nature,

supplying a new foundation of

new thought throughout the nation.

What Glissens doesn't always Glow

It shimmers like tiny little diamonds

being mulnipulated by suns kisses,

oh how wet it is.

Wrap yourself around the world

with love so the lands can flourish as proof.

The sands of time are plentiful here,

in my quiet space.

But placed outside this bubble

children make their presence known.

It is shown more

blatantly to those

without mini-me's running around.

What a difference a day makes
Or should I say night?

For, that is when the freaks come out

to sip on dark stouts of

beer.

And get drunk enough

to blame all value driven decisions

on the goose.

Who talks to his cousin

the stork,
and enlightens him

to deliver the news in

nine months.

I feel like Warren G

"Can you see what I see?"

And I see that my sour

disposition

keeps me on the outside position

of societies conformist addiction.

Sometimes the awareness

of such contradictions

allow for growth.

Between a Rock and Hard Place

Sometimes it feel like

the smothering of corruption

has no end.

Or no friends,

for the trust is gone

and the spawn from two

cut throats cannot exist.

I resist to go to far off this cliff

or slippery slope for the rope has gotten

too narrow and seemly to

support my weight.

Yes, because,

plates I've ate

and satisfaction comes to the

hare.

Daring not to partake in desert

for it

does not preserve our

light at the end of

the tunnel.

And yet I see that

our nations tunnel

is going from a sphere

to a box.

But my soul will not let you

box me in

for I'm an Individual.

So your residual accountability

lies within the text

who's purpose is to put

you in between a place of

mental security and being emotionally

vexed.

YOU FIGURE OUT THE REST.

John Coltrane

These cold-trains

of thoughts

causes conniption fits

across my cerebral cortex.

I wish to lie down

in the vortex

of warm actions.

Contractions from unspoken

verbal interactions

derived from venus's

flytrap.

Can you feel the rhythm

of the night,

the nights twilight

has burned a hole

into the soles of my feet.

I keep tapping,

enjoying the flow

of fluidity from the Sex.

I mean Sax,

for it reaches to such a heights and stays there .

NYC Experience

Conceptual rhythms oppose each other

through this atmospheric communication

in which

all walks are conditioned.

But there's friction in these steps,

steps that are paced a little

too close together.

A war of intelligence,

at odds,

but it's important to continue

to go through the motions.

Over-whelming is this

city within a city.

No concrete should

elude to the idea that it is

possible to confine these differences.

I've seen so much now

embracing everything and nothing

at all.

I keep my eyes on the prize.

But fires surrounded by

tenderness continues to rise.

And this great stature

I have risen to,

has started to decline

with every glance.

So, yes

this perimeter is trying to capture

My vision.

These four angles of indecision

allow

Every angle in this box

to in finality

double my sentence

to 90 years

of a narrow point of view.