Angry and hostile I stewed
wishing I could just scream and cry
thoughts of violence in my head
schemes of disassembling furniture
rage oozing from my skin
want leaving me unwillingly
disgust clouding beauty
shame running away
you out of my head
peace tingling in my toes
you drinking away your life
me drawing and moving on
laying in my bed last night
my inspiration found me
I scared her away with her boyfriend
before I could make my peace
art show, movie, zine divine
doubt early in the morning
I know this is my destiny
what would doing it hurt
what would not doing it hurt
seems like humiliation is worth chancing
without the doing what else would I do
watch other people do
Some January, when the leaves turn gold,
Ask me if I have done enough,
To deserve this life,
I have been given,
A pile of sorrows,
Yes, but joy enough.
To unbalance the equation,
When the sky turns blue,
As the robes of heaven,
Ask me if I have,
Made a difference.
Narrow, the visage
Down the valley of death
As I stand on the lip
Of the gaping abyss
It occurs to me,
As I hear your echo taunting,
Whatever is it that you
Could possibly want from me now?
But you come and you ask
Demand it be given
I give what it is
Whatever I've got
I'm squeezing out my last drip
Keenly aware
Of your anger for
It will never be enough
We went Afishing of the Moon
We anchored our Ship in the Sea
Where the selfish shellfish tried to be selfless
When we saw the gold treasure of the Sunset
That the Moon was already Astealing
For the Sunfish who were Adreaming
Said the Poet to the Storyteller
Swordfighters fish of Swordfish, lovers fish of hearts
Monkeys fish of Bananas, Treasure fishes of Pirates
Spiritual Heroes are fishers of Men, Robyn Hood fishes of Generosity
Yet the Moon came Awalking, Astriding the Oceans and Shores
We saw no longer the Glorious Moonlight
So we let go our fishing poles where our Ship we did Atether
We did not Afish of the Moon no more.
I was attacked by a deviant disease one day called denial.
It called out sweet nothings to me,
and it talked to me and it cajoled me
into leaving everything I had worked so hard for
so I left and I went far, far away
and I was kidnapped and taken to places
I did not want to go.
I was held prisoner in dark and dreary places
over and over again under the Burnside Bridge,
on 3rd and 4th, held captive in doorways
that smelled of urine by a motley crew
of unclean, unshaven,
frankin' weed smokin', whiskey drinkin',
crack smokin' desperadoes.
They held me for ransom, for whiskey, pot and beer.
They held me fugitive for a long time!
I was miserable. There was no way out.
I was stuck sleeping in a doorway.
What can I say?
There was a door open across the street.
There was a blinding white light.
It said to me in a mesmerizing voice,
"COFFEE,"
So I awoke that morning, tiptoed across the street,
snuck down the stairs, got a cup of coffee,
sat for a moment, then I ran.
This happened morning after morning.
My sweet nothing said to me,
"I don't want you to go."
I said, "I'll be right back,"
and that morning a moment of clarity,
a white light came on and said to me,
"You don't have to live this way any longer.
You are no longer captive.
You have found the key.
You are free."
Some are clean, others look shabby
And the ones who are downright crabby
The ones like the folks next door
Lost the job, became dirt poor
Some aren't playing with a full deck
Others just an emotional wreck
The ones that are addicted to crack
Who wish they had the money back
Don't judge 'til you truly know
You'll give their ego a serious blow
All kind of people on the street
Looking for a safe retreat
We all have a cross to bear
Does anyone really care
Such a lovely lass, yes that's Lara Lee
Floating across the stage amazing me
Wondering there at the beauty before my eyes
True…she moves…she grooves…
With splendid skin so smooth…
ahhh…h..h..h…my…my…her beauty is divine
in creating expression through her movement…
grace and precision, gestures set in intricate flowing patterns
establish an erotic atmosphere in an interlude
of artistic expression appealing and foxy,
a tall dancer at the pole, she's an aura of mystery
one wishes to unfold
Features so fine, yet to me so obscure she is able to arouse
my curiosity, I remain mystified…bewildered…
By her beauty I can see why…
She appeals to the heart as well as the eye…
Creepy freaky rules the wires
I wish I were sneaky
I'd get out of here
and live with my tribe
Up in the mountains
Where trees set the vibe
Rose-tinted glasses,
Hypocrisy abounds
Cocaine up their asses
I ask you my friend
is this the end?
Cause you know,
there ought to be clowns.