Dreaming

I’m dreaming of arched backs and heavy breathing. Of mornings laced with late for work… not leaving. dreams of you. I’m dreaming Of how you taste in the morning. Of your taunt breath… keeping your words from forming… dreams of you. I’m dreaming. Of Lucid Dreams, colored in curves, Of Fingertip dances and of explored nerves… dreams of you. I’m dreaming Of sheets and of you in between And your hands… free to roam safe from being seen dreams of you I’m dreaming Of physical formed poetry, Limbs coming from you, but tangled up in me… dreams of you. I’m dreaming Of dissecting your desires. Feel our bodies inside, engulfed in fire… dreams of you. I’m dreaming Of you dressed simply in longing… of it’s undressing… or fulfillment dawning. dreams of you. I’m dreaming of you. Alone simply feeling. My vicarious touch lets you leave you reeling… dreams of you I’m dreaming And dreaming of you leaves me tense Tension best expressed with me in your presence… dreams of you

finally revamp'd

your country doesn't care about you, These "powers that be" see you and me as commodity. Shit anymore, they don't even value you for your money as much as for your lack their of.

see, We're labeled dead peasants while we wax poetic to combat their rhetoric and the evils that spread it.

Fox news doesn't fancy poetry. for that matter, neither does MSNBC...
but i digress...

because I'm presenting to you two separations of self, the motivation of wealth, or the realization your net worths, are worthless... the meaning of life y'all, is finding purpose.

because our country's not sick 'cause of health care. People aren't poor cause of well fare. politicians spout hope, change or care, like a breath of fresh air... but WE still get sold short. As if our system's so worth saving.

now, you've probably all heard me spittin' mother-fuck religion, fuck capitalism, shit, all types of -ism... but this is different.

cause now we're talking about your intent.

see, I've been raised up in utah. The reddest of the red, and had a youth full of dread of what may come when i'm dead...  but i eventually put down the water and bread, i found a new comunity.

kids with mohawks bumpin punk rock, quotin hip hop on late night walks with home made mops. kids with holes in their socks... and watchin the sunrise from a rooftop... as it lights up antelope island before puttin their ass to bed... y'all, i swear that sunshine can make you whole.

and that same sun shines in this city of salt sometimes and it's shine in the city puts a beat in my heart... and i find my peace with the poetry in the beats, and when the words that i speak move your heart, or your feet. See, I spit, to spread a message. I spit because i'm blessed enough to find diamonds in the rough, of my fellow dead peasants. Of these other Red state residents... and found poets who wear their prose on their sleeves... and it beats and they bleed... Because they're living for their intent to put beauty into words, to Breathe deep, and spit cures...

without thinking of who it might help, and wither or not they can afford it.

Because our country is sick cause of apathy... but your passions are like poetry spitting cures to the community and that's the only hope I see.

go vegan

Your bloodshed for vanity is making me sick. but i bite back bile to stand here and say it. because your denial is why we'll never quit... our voices for the voiceless, this chorus challenging your choices.

What do we want?
All humans and animal liberation, and there's never been time to be questioning when. And fighting and dying may seem mighty violent until you realize where the violence begins.
40 innocents died for your fucking fur coat... your pork chop's last words were garbled by the knife in your throat... left to bleed out and die, gasp and struggle till dry...
and you're asking me if that justifies militance?

fuck you.

Sentience justifies militance.

So we're here to hold your accountable to your out dated ways. We've seen your errors and we've numbered your days. We won't back down until you understand, your shoddy science is nothing more than blood on your hands.

the fur on your back that was tortured or trapped, was alive. And that's worth way more than your bottom line.

so i stand behind every smashed window and every glued lock, and I'd stand behind vegan kids tote'n glocks. I support liberations that end torture and death, and i proudly support the ALF. I proudly keep shoutin' till my last breath, go vegan, give your excuses a rest.

Tell our fast food nation we see through the lies, the revolution's not coming with a side of fries, that sooner or later we all recognize, that you see money, where we see lives. that if it's our money that can't be justified... that that kind of cruelty can't be justified... and in face of that cruelty, People. Will. Rise.

and that's why the police have beef with what i believe, why we get raided, why we've had property siezed... There's a conscious shift behind any revolution, but if we continue oppression, than we've already chosen. nobody's free while dependent on cruelty... and your veganism aint shit without inclusivity... nobodies free until the animals are free, and yes i know... we're still not free...

but trust me...

there's a whole lot of rich, powerful, evil people, who find these sentiments absolutely terrifying.

but it's a simple message for you tonight...
your choices are weapons, to weild with all your might
total liberation is where i set my sights.
because it's all one struggle. all the same fight.
Human freedoms, animal rights.

i hope which ever FBI mother fucker went through my sock drawer and found the magnum condoms, left feeling insignificant and ashamed.

Cause that's all i get.

The satisfaction of knowing anyone with that big a small man complex, has got a tiny dick.
The satisfaction of knowing they're harassing us because we're saying real shit.
While all their saying is our 12 guys with guns sure showed those activists quick.
those puppy lovin pansies sure as shit make me sick.

well, so what.
you think a home invasion's gonna shut us up?
Boys we know your tactics, you're scared not us!
you just gave 9 kids reasons and all you got was our stuff.
You're an armed force of honorless thieves. You really re-defined tough.

that said... things change after a home invasi- well
things change after 12 armed thugs enter your home and steal your personal belongings.
Somethings stay the same...

like your belief that the American judicial system is a farce, and it's law enforcement agencies are nothing more than bullies and shitty self fulfilling prophecies out to make a buck...

but a lot changes too.
for instance, you start to wonder what you did wrong.
But when the government has made a business of creating criminals out of political dissension, that's not always clear
The animal liberation front is ranked number one on the domestic terrorist watch list, despite having never taken, or even harmed, a human life.
while, the FBI... lets just say, they don't have that clean a record.

And while i pledged allegence as a little kid, i only did it cause i didn't understand it like i thought i did...
I didn't realize that i wave my right to privacy, just by having a friend with a felony. Just because my friends and i are known to speak vocally against a bullshit industry that gets paid to act violently... and spit in the face of a system that prizes greed...

9 people lost the ability to feel safe in their home. They were held prisoner in their living room while any semblance of privacy was destroyed by an armed gestapo systematically discovering any secret held sacred in their witch hunt.

Then, we were labled terrorists.

I'll spare the mother fuckers the irony, because sure you are frightening, but i find this shit inspiring.

Nothing says you're being effective like being considered a threat...

And motherfuckers, that's all you get.
how tough can you be knowing we aint finished yet?
how tough can you be knowing you didn't get shit but regret
your 12 douchebags with guns feel like assholes yet?
All you've done is shown us how high the bar has been set.

Look motherfuckers.
These 9 puppy lovin activists,
were really just 9 vegan kids...
but you just took everything they had to lose.

lymrick II

You're beauty and barbs in bed sheets.
pleasure tossed up with pain... you freeze heat.
You're the reason frostbite's a burn...
take my body, I'll learn,
of burning as bitter becomes sweet.

open letter to my landlord...truestory.

i'd like to thank you for motivating me to wreck some shit tonight, cause wiht my heartstrings stretched this tight i've got some impulses i'm not even gonna try to fight.

I'm getting evicted? well i was sick of every cent that i make going to rent and i hate your constructed concept of property.

See, i'm a good guy with a bad side and a bad habit of letting shit slide... but you're offering me endentured servitude and profiting from my basic needs... and living's getting pricey in the land of the free...

And i'm tired. Not the tame tried tired of too many sleepless nights... not even the well earned walking dead swagger won by working well past weary... no, i've been burning the candle at both ends... and stress is my only consistant friends... and that's some kinda suped up butane...

but get this. see... i'm going to cross beating the system off my wishlist... let simply surviving become my big fist... and let anybody come to stop me.

see, i've got a bottle and a rag... and thats the only reason this bike kid'll buy gas... and that's the only reason to rock Xs and strike a match... well, and cause it's fucking cold out.

Because did i tell you? I'm gonna move into a treehouse... consider this my peace out, and i don't really see how i missed this bus before... because it's cold, but i've got blankets and the tree house just sits vacant, and home's just what you make it.. so i'm gonna make it.

And BEFORE YOU DECIDE I"M CRAZY...

I'm still going to have this ink in my pen, and i'm still gonna have the help of my friends... and in the end...

I'd rather write those rent checks to the stars... stay warm, chuckin' bottles and spittin bars... so, take your heat, your rent, your walls... i've heard my call to wreck them all.

I've found sweetness in my sleeplessness... learned we're not alive till we're exhausted.

So thanks again for stretching me tight.
o i could find my peace in a tree.

Aces and thanks

Girl, you're fuckin' up my poetry.
Cause with you sittin' there i can hardly see,
and I'm spittin' here, but i can hardly think...

bout anything but gettin us some coffee to drink,

bout anything but how i'm gettin close to the brink,
of breakin my silence baby and racin' for pinks...

And if we're playin for keeps, i don't plan on defeat,
the way you're rockin' them jeans girl, I'm prepared to cheat...

and i've got aces and sleeves and moves you wouldn't believe,
so i say we should bounce baby and just let your skin breathe...

Cause clothes are over rated, Girl our Souls are naked, and i wanna get to know yours, with no restraints kid...

And I've got plans for when you come undone,
let your legs encase tongues until you're speakin' in tongues,
I'll take you to heaven baby, chase you right up the rungs...

And I'm all about you gettin' yours...
i'm all about kickin mad base behind closed doors,
i'm about tearin up floors, 'bout shakin' up cores,
'bout how we'll keep this up till we can't take anymore...

Until our hips meet, and we face defeat,
of both you and me girl, cause we just made a we...
So sit back and breathe, while i restock my sleeves...

i've got my aces and thanks girl,
now i'll take my leave.