

Voyage, Streetsthe slummy rockaway beach littered with coke bottles from 1955 bikini tops and muscles shirts bimbos and eggheads sly cretins snailing through streets you can't stop the hop grease monkeys slicking their black hair motorcycle gangs claiming space beatniks getting beat graveyards on islands pill popping junkies in red light streets the smell of salt from the fish rotting next to the passed out bum dancehalls grabbing the sound rock'n roll taking flight a cool jive from the smoke pit relaxing your mind streets are blocked theVoyage, Streets


The First GlimpseThe ice melts quickly over the pacific coastline a sign of spring approaching swiftlyThe First Glimpse
A rose budding on the parallel stretching it's red crimson reminder of the roots bearing it's spell
Early light from the east wincing our eyes awake natural elasticity rising from winter's beast
The morning dew dripping wet clearing all dreary thoughts moist air clinging to earth making it's best bet
Pale lights on the horizon shuffling out the cold no need for a coat when there's pure elation


SunsetI reached my limit can you blame me? can't you see how I suffer? the depression in my soul gradually tempting death I cry at night there is no control the weeds continue to grow blocking out all hope My head can never rest a fire too greatly ablaze consuming my thoughts directing my pain How long is long enough? notice the dimness of my eyes blackholes of dead dreams the curtain has fallen I must crawl to survive my legs have no ambition am I a dirty sloth? a disabled waste of space? I have broken my spirit can ySunset


GoldI see the pale color drifting upon the shallow of the riverbed I take heed against the luster it portrays reflecting from the sun I grin wildly in temptation gnashing my teeth over the peril in my thoughts I pluck the nugget up examine its physique measuring my wealth I deposit this aphrodisiac within my pocket amongst the heavyness of others I tear into the shallows filling my nails with dirt my soul with greed I shake and discard each handful of hope scrambling deeper below I am torn around my lust no specks evGold
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'Yet from those flames
No light, but rather darkness visible.'
~John Milton; Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 62~
...just an earth-bound misfit, i
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"She sat like Patience on a monument, / Smiling at grief"
Twelfth Night (Act 2, scene 4)
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'Yet from those flames
No light, but rather darkness visible.'
~John Milton; Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 62~
...just an earth-bound misfit, i
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"She sat like Patience on a monument, / Smiling at grief"
Twelfth Night (Act 2, scene 4)
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'Yet from those flames
No light, but rather darkness visible.'
~John Milton; Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 62~
...just an earth-bound misfit, i
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"She sat like Patience on a monument, / Smiling at grief"
Twelfth Night (Act 2, scene 4)
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"She sat like Patience on a monument, / Smiling at grief"
Twelfth Night (Act 2, scene 4)
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