EN/IN MEMORIAM

Supple drops of flesh pour our the jelly
POUND
down the dermis which is a color that I cannot say for the dust has screeched
torn and broke the white to brown to black and back again

Dost this hour portend the moon to drown?
Will our hearts refill with the fire of a sour dusk
Allow my sister to drink cool milk
my brother the muck from his boot
O Fathers Fallen
O Mothers the same


Wish for a better past
Hope for the best future
Enjoy the present Vine
Rojo
MALBEC

GUILT

Sips of Moonshine take a southward turn so that I can't remember which way is up.
Good Friends tell me this brand is over priced.
There must be a quicker way to get all of the heavy lifting of reformation done.

DO SiR

Foundations sometimes pretends as thought they keep perfect track.
We Don't.
Some Do.
But most just pretend  to fulfill all of their obligations.
Slow down kids behind me you have no Idea who you are messing with, so keep quiet while I make this.
Luck
Duck
Cat dis speedo
HFC
FUJNG

2 NYC

Though we can walk through walls of water and feel the breeze
As well walk under and through a stairway
We always have our hearts
Our colors are up

We Are still following the power
The residue will never be off
We Are Wealthy in our force

Chin up or Down
We shall never Forget
We will Always Fight
We Are coming back into our Own.

DOS PACE

Fallen up a hill does the like of the Jonah 

Jeremiah never felt so empty that he wouldn't look back to see

Where did his Purple go

To the Left Jonah yells.

Perchance the Misfortune does not echo one's skin

Does the color forsake weight besides what lies upon the grey

Not so tiny of a flaw does the baby know.

Pretty princes grow into flawless monarchs

Though one might say a butterfly is baser than its forefather

Faults and facets really don't knock the spokes their buckling point. 

SPEAK

Couplets pretend to follow along a certain path
Yet that path is dirty and often filled with blithe spirits
None would thing that it is but a common melding of minds

Hoot Hoot
The Owl falls down and scoops up a bulls skull

Pears rarely bloom at the same time
The do invade the Lemon Apple
While the Gardenia waits

Skunk
Spunk
Daga threw down this thought was almost complete.

Humphery

Simply put there was nothing left to do
with his day but to sit and pray
O man laughs
Then with no care to the wind
He jumps into a pool
Of Ether
Or a Bucket 
Same Effect
Soul.

ActuallyAVirus

Medicouporital beings think
Otherwise the believe that there is
Another way to get back from me when I cough
Establishment rarely gives one the process out of the headache

Though there is not a being a bit out of the space of the cell
Than the one pressing these keys
So to set up a bond one must slowly approach 8th
Then get to the 6th

Dock
Aboard come many other beings that we have discussed earlier
So nice to see you lads and mates
I'll just stand here and press the record button.

2 Mi Friends and Fellows in China/Korea/Japan

All of the support that I feel from your spirits truly does make me smile. This past week while I was tearing stings from bows that were lent to me from the store I was playing in. I am truly sorry for every single scratch and sting I tore or played. You must know that the tears and breaths I've held and shed have been born from the sorrow I have caused you as well as my own. Though I must confess that now that the sorrow has been spent, I am at peace. So Thank you. And Yes Of course I will play again. I will not tear any more strings. But I am taking orders fro private concerts. I also happen to tinker on the piano. My voice isn't the only loud mouth piece I blink with. SSSSSSS...

BIRTH

Nik: I think it's time for you to come out.
Nic: I'm not ready
3 days later
Nik: Really It's time for you to come
Nic: Not yet
Nik: Just let go
Nic: Nope
There are times when one cannot release the womb that they feel so conjoined with, I just spoke a double negative, I'm sorry I have a habit of doing that. Fool that I am, it just come to me and I can't believe that we're about to depart.
Nic: One more push and I'll go
Nik: Promise
Nic: Promise on M{our}y Love
Nik: Nope
Promise on My Love
Nik Lets go and Nic sees some man in a cap.

Happy Mother's Day or Happy Birthday

SHADOW

Under what is known there is a pretty little rock names Sangule Island. At this place there are no lagoons but rather one still pond. A bird that sits on it. But no common bird. One that can walk and speak in the tongues of apes, fish, the things below and above the fish and to those funny creatures called men. This Bird likes to hop around spatting and misspelling in the tongues he chooses. What is His name. Who knows. He resides in a island where there is no need for names, simple callings and clangs, but Latin is the preferred currency of mouth. This is not the land of Popes for that is a tiny office just as are the presidents of the continents (or larger masses of Volcano peaks. Our Bird is no Eagle for the eagles are terrified and protectors of our Bird. But He's not really a Bird is he? Merely a figment of one once past and future. Where are you going is usually what the minds of others ask him and he simply replies with a dimple.