be free where love is the currency and i am the richest of men

Oh lost ones come to me

Oh mad ones join me

Oh sorrow kings adjourn in the court of life

Come with me to the open fields where free men and women love

Where happiness fills the world with crying babies

Kissing lovers

Laughing

Smiles fill me with a feeling no one can touch

Ecstasy in my eyes

Sees the beautiful red roses

In the hands of young romancers

Prancing in the meadow hand in hand with no fear of angry spirits

Let your mind be free with merry picture frames of smiling memories

Be free where love is the currency and I am the richest man

Oh to my surprise

Oh look in your eyes green as grass

Oh look at your hair so dark and endless

Like the love I instantly feel for you

I could look into your eyes all day

Awake from this dream you see in front of you

She is not a reality

But a figment of your imagination in the nights of old

Days speed by like cars on the highway

I cannot stop thinking about my green eyed monster of my heart

Scratching at the surface sets my chest a blaze

Where could you be

Night approaches as it should with the sadness of lonliness

Oh phone blank as can be

Oh wait

A friend offering solitude for a night of intoxication

Upon my arrival beers are drank my goal of blackness is closing in

Oh my to my surprise she stands infront of me my green eyed monster

backwards time travel

It was never a place I could fit into

A place where tongues held is a common ailment

A miracle their mouths make sounds at all

From semantic and phoneme creations

There was a language never before seen to my eyes and unlearned I am joyful for

Mannerurisms of hidden desires lie in old wooden chests buried on the pan handle

Where no sea faring men dare

Money guppies grew on the trees with the illusion of sweat on the brow in an air conditioned plush chair where kings counted money out for the serfs

Wealthy asses that sat upon the tears of children who died as they starved around the food seen and smelt

This land I could never stay in

A golden palace I am stuck in nor do I belong in

A land backwards in time

poetry to prose

As dreams fall on to my weary eyes

Before closed mind for the day at 9:33pm

Restoring what tolerance and patience is left teetering on the precipice

A battle wages on inside my soul spirit

Behind the laughing and pretend stupidity for others to giggle and chuckle with others

A book half way closed

Lines without periods in a sentence

Unstrung together loosely coming to me in times of contemplation

The revolutionary rebel resistant to what around says to be

The air is thick here in Alabama with yes sir’s and yes ma’am’s

Redundant politeness of a fighting to be as a child perceives

The meaning of worth as exhausting as lifting 200lb clams out of the sea

Pushing cars up hill

The Buddha with live and let lives

He does not say a word except that of being left alone with the birds and the trees

Silent peace unheard in days

The counting never stops

By seconds and smaller

Frame by frame waiting starts and never ceases

This battle wages with one constant the wrestles with the men and eases their rage to a standstill

Poetry to prose as a bullet is to a gun

The only one weapon a word can tell the story for men to know what it means to be such

The mad poet unsilenced by money

The will to be…unchanged upon the peddler of things to those who seek it out with golden pocket watches and no value on their riches

The battle wages and wages around a fire the story teller lyrics his way through the blood and guts only as a mad poet can

Gone so long

Been gone so long

I don’t know what it’s like to be able to be anything else but free

Been lying so long

I don’t know what is be like to be able to be honest

Been doing different voices all day long

Tomorrow I’ll forget my own

Been blue so long

Happiness is a friend I don’t remember the face of

Been alone so long now

Each kiss is new and a pair

I would not know what to do

I wouldn’t know another way to live but with a new lover

In Pensacola

Austin

Houston

Mobile

Destin

Panama City and all the others

A unique face and mind each strangers will never seen again

Been on this running track going around and around

Don’t know what it be like to be still

Bright darkness

Oh how anger fills my veins like a poison exuding a putrid odor

Secreted through my skin in a slimy deterrent of beauty and that of one and others

A cycle repeating one and another

From my rebellious spirit a fighting barking dog that pulls on its chain

Unrelenting until it breaks with the awakening sun

Exhaustion and fatigue carry my bones to the bottom of the ocean

Sleeping with the sharks tonight

For they are out for blood tonight

When the smile of some rich beauty from a land

Where rage, sorrow, and pain do not exist

She only knew joy as she smiles

By some luck I stole from a dying a man

She has a fondness for me

Warming my heart to a burning

I can only smile in return

As her fingertips lightly press on my heavy body

An unliftable weight has descended off my back and down to the bottom

As I ascend to the bright lights, that have always been shining on the removal of grey cloud

Do I see her brighten up the darkness

you and no one else

How did you change rebellion?

The failure of triumph

To the bellowing of echoes that success would be driven from

If conformity did not have answers to its calls from ease in life

To friction

Grinding and your wheels

The drive on the road may be smooth without bumps in the wake to logical choices made

Conservation in life to the dying dream, now dust, that once was rare when the gladiators fought tigers

The audience roared as it did

Chanting for death, not mercy for the slave

How the mob was the city, and death would come with the useless coward’s life

In your transformation to adulthood

Stopping to passion

Stopping to love

Stopping to uniqueness

Was the man who lived dead in his deathbed at the end of revolt

How he looked normal to the droves?

In suit and tie

In tome with the music played

Where the road rode hard and true

They wrote loud unabashed of offenses made

They lover pure and endless

Awoken by it each morning in bed with the ecstasy in her screams

As passion lined your veins full

You who resistant to change stayed you and no one else