When she sees us, Like a tigress, We behold what is Hopefully a new era Of joy and splendor, Which shall emanate Off of her blond hair, An effervescent Canopy of bliss shrapnel, So arbitrary in jibing With our own confusion, Which dissipates in Full effect of sneers.

Guided by rays In chime tizzies Gulped by moments smaller Than babies’ hairs, . This new cavalcade Of ocular plant life Will make protections, Sheltering under bogs of reality . But oh so bandying, They might be you Caught cuffed and climbing walls, Rightness’s honey combs

How can something on the outside Light me from within, . And why is it that time is moving forward If what we’re moving toward is that beacon, That garden of the past containing splendor, All we need as earthly harmonies Crash on our eyelids

If there were some essence, I would think it would come from England… . And I don’t really know why, I just look upon this meadow now, Which doesn’t really look like much, Just like the Sex Pistols’ songs don’t really look like much, On paper, . Just like us dancing, Under lights, Doesn’t really […]

We’ve got food on the table, And we’ve got love in our hearts, So we have it all, . But it wasn’t always like this, And don’t let anyone fool you, Telling you you just need one, And not the other.

Nothing uttered in a bar is ever a lie, And when I go to the liquor store, I see the gems of humanity, And all is assembly, Wills transfixed on constructing morales, Having tasted so much of Intelligent movement with eyes, Pierced with acceptance’s lack, Keeping hold out for more moving, Crossing street signs.

The thing about Jesus Is that I KNOW people, And no one’s perfect. . Jesus would glare at me, I know it, Beyond a shadow of a doubt. . I can see him there, In front of an American flag, He keeps singing for that thing, Sings it when he clocks in for work Finds […]

A pestilence attacks you from the inside, and used vertices, straight lines, to defeat you. The pestilence knows you. Its atoms mimic and mock you, a living strain from fury sands that proves the obliteration of goodness on earth. An angel can see you, but she cannot help you, she can only reflect what you […]

A symbol of God’s grace, A model of beauty, I have now Only in my mind, Where it belongs, Because the actuality of it Coats my own caresses of wardrobes, Choosing cloaks to wear Over this resuscitative din, Like the humming of a furnace, All these passing moments.

Reading another interesting New Yorker article now (it’s feast or famine with this magazine) about Jorge Ramos, anchor of Latino-catering Univision, and his exploits with Donald Trump. Apparently Trump not only refused to do an interview with him, but posted Ramos’ invitational letter on instagram, complete with Ramos’ personal phone number, and then at this […]