Devils eyes,
Burning surprise,
Division at least,
Anchor deceased,
Never an ending line,
Only free from time,
Than bitchen before,
Out the side door,
Savaging rage,
Mourning page,
Distant rust,
Lack o trust,
Money honey,
Sunday fun day,
Paper,
Caper,
Lost in the game,
Running to fame,
All along the wall,
Crumbled and small,
Cigarettes and smoke,
Last one poke,
I did,
You didn't,
I could,
You shouldn't ,
We went,
Unsent,
Long in seams,
Dazed in dreams...............
FTBAS 1.27.13
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Weights and Measures
Splitting dark
Blank thunder
Tombstone park
Over yonder
Almost there
Rain pain
Even fair
Claim sane
Terrible things
Trivial pretense
Mindful rings
Body drench
Freakish devil
Saints halo
Hell level
Said so
Measure over
Scales cheat
Divided mother
Father beat
Its me
To you
I see
You do.........................
FTBAS 1.24.13
Blank thunder
Tombstone park
Over yonder
Almost there
Rain pain
Even fair
Claim sane
Terrible things
Trivial pretense
Mindful rings
Body drench
Freakish devil
Saints halo
Hell level
Said so
Measure over
Scales cheat
Divided mother
Father beat
Its me
To you
I see
You do.........................
FTBAS 1.24.13
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
In the Dark
Homeless eyes,
Angels fall down,
Baby cries,
Hunger sound,
Hand in the night,
Shoulder softly gripped,
Comfort in respite,
Though tight lipped,
A twenty won't get it,
Unlimited eagles swill,
No presidents fit,
The way I feel.
Solitude is cold,
Nature is bliss,
I am getting old,
And tire of this.
Peasantry and hypocrisy
To be divine with out me,
A sinking of thinking is all I do,
While drowning in memories of you..............
FTBAS 1.22.13
Angels fall down,
Baby cries,
Hunger sound,
Hand in the night,
Shoulder softly gripped,
Comfort in respite,
Though tight lipped,
A twenty won't get it,
Unlimited eagles swill,
No presidents fit,
The way I feel.
Solitude is cold,
Nature is bliss,
I am getting old,
And tire of this.
Peasantry and hypocrisy
To be divine with out me,
A sinking of thinking is all I do,
While drowning in memories of you..............
FTBAS 1.22.13
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Unbroken
A token,
A give away,
Long miles of highway,
Stretching before us,
Craters behind the dust
Simple glass leaning,
Dog is tired of screaming,
Begged borrowed once stole,
Count the blessing two fold,
Run once more embracing the horizon,
All in mirrors of cake and icing,
Deductions,
Consumption's,
Delusions,
Confusions,
Interrelated some how,
All debated to wow,
This moment of clarity,
When conformity,
Is no longer spoken...............................
FTBAS 1.16.13.
A give away,
Long miles of highway,
Stretching before us,
Craters behind the dust
Simple glass leaning,
Dog is tired of screaming,
Begged borrowed once stole,
Count the blessing two fold,
Run once more embracing the horizon,
All in mirrors of cake and icing,
Deductions,
Consumption's,
Delusions,
Confusions,
Interrelated some how,
All debated to wow,
This moment of clarity,
When conformity,
Is no longer spoken...............................
FTBAS 1.16.13.
Please none all the same
Starved in fascination,
Solitaries deviation,
Then looked the other way,
Unintended to one day pay,
Pre game a funday,
Started to drink yesterday,
Forgot to think before then,
Didn't see the end,
Trumps of hearts and little cards,
Mirrors resurrection broken in shards,
But if things got unbent,
Hole debt been spent,
Please none all the same,
In this no winner game..................
FTBAS 1.16.13
Solitaries deviation,
Then looked the other way,
Unintended to one day pay,
Pre game a funday,
Started to drink yesterday,
Forgot to think before then,
Didn't see the end,
Trumps of hearts and little cards,
Mirrors resurrection broken in shards,
But if things got unbent,
Hole debt been spent,
Please none all the same,
In this no winner game..................
FTBAS 1.16.13
Friday, January 11, 2013
Season
To lie gazing upon the stars,
Among the whispering pines,
This little space of ours,
In between the time lines.
Of seasons apart from why,
Questions pondered not bled,
Doubts with out increasing,
The mouth which has been fed.
If sins a reason,
Dirts dog tired,
Pounding heads are pleasing,
And the moon will have had lied,
Tired maples and days of haze,
Become summer once again,
Splashing comfort in the waves,
Of all in time my friend...............
FTBAS 1.11.13
Among the whispering pines,
This little space of ours,
In between the time lines.
Of seasons apart from why,
Questions pondered not bled,
Doubts with out increasing,
The mouth which has been fed.
If sins a reason,
Dirts dog tired,
Pounding heads are pleasing,
And the moon will have had lied,
Tired maples and days of haze,
Become summer once again,
Splashing comfort in the waves,
Of all in time my friend...............
FTBAS 1.11.13
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Talk
I'm going to tell you frankly,
I have no use,
For feelings plainly,
Or dynamic abuse,
A simple walk in the woods,
Matters more to me now,
That what of could be told,
Of how I want to bow,
There something different don't you know,
In my walking to the end,
A saint I ain't,
I forgiven but I don't know how,
I seen and forgotten why,
I've leaned into the wind of my rock,
Oh holy locks I'm done and you don't care,
Angel lies about my devils pride,
Until they decide to let me go......................
FTBAS 1.8.13
I have no use,
For feelings plainly,
Or dynamic abuse,
A simple walk in the woods,
Matters more to me now,
That what of could be told,
Of how I want to bow,
There something different don't you know,
In my walking to the end,
A saint I ain't,
I forgiven but I don't know how,
I seen and forgotten why,
I've leaned into the wind of my rock,
Oh holy locks I'm done and you don't care,
Angel lies about my devils pride,
Until they decide to let me go......................
FTBAS 1.8.13
Saturday, January 5, 2013
On Being A Gentleman
Cant take it anymore,
Have to make a stand,
So many boys galore,
Pretending to be men,
No class,
Nothing but sass,
Some gold teeth and attitude,
Well that it ain't it dude!
No girls only ladies,
No freaks,
No denied babies,
Not in language,
Color no reason,
Brain got to be sharp,
Like a razor,
Head up shoulders out,
Walk like you're the mayor,
Manners matter,
Class is what you are,
Forget that hip hop gangsta movie star,
Jame Bond maybe,
Clint's got it for sure,
So show some baby,
Time to grow up some more,
Leadership and building roots,
Serving others with whats been saved for you,
So maybe there aren't many out there,
Doesn't work for most it seems,
Those who do it,
Live a Gentleman's dream,
Respect, dignity, love, trust and class,
Then you will be remembered with that,
Feeling warm and fuzzy all over,
Knowing that those you've touched are covered.................
FTBAS 1.5.13
Have to make a stand,
So many boys galore,
Pretending to be men,
No class,
Nothing but sass,
Some gold teeth and attitude,
Well that it ain't it dude!
No girls only ladies,
No freaks,
No denied babies,
Not in language,
Color no reason,
Brain got to be sharp,
Like a razor,
Head up shoulders out,
Walk like you're the mayor,
Manners matter,
Class is what you are,
Forget that hip hop gangsta movie star,
Jame Bond maybe,
Clint's got it for sure,
So show some baby,
Time to grow up some more,
Leadership and building roots,
Serving others with whats been saved for you,
So maybe there aren't many out there,
Doesn't work for most it seems,
Those who do it,
Live a Gentleman's dream,
Respect, dignity, love, trust and class,
Then you will be remembered with that,
Feeling warm and fuzzy all over,
Knowing that those you've touched are covered.................
FTBAS 1.5.13
Thursday, January 3, 2013
What do you think?
Don't
Pain the great microscopic illusion,
It creeps a shrieking alarm,
A begging and borrowed intrusion,
One minute after sirens warn,
Run
One second beyond the flow,
Resisting to feel some thing different,
That HAVE to know!
Pay with full consent,
Stop
Bulls eyed peace as duty,
Fear deceiving need to blame,
From bent breezes of conformity,
Cloaked disguises in rebels fame,
Stand
Spent misery token,
Telescoped view wide,
Shores of revolution open,
On Americas free ride,
Break
Doors of confusion closed,
Days dawn and waves hover,
Our darkness transposed,
Sitting with peace and pain all over,
Free................
FTBAS 1.3.13
Pain the great microscopic illusion,
It creeps a shrieking alarm,
A begging and borrowed intrusion,
One minute after sirens warn,
Run
One second beyond the flow,
Resisting to feel some thing different,
That HAVE to know!
Pay with full consent,
Stop
Bulls eyed peace as duty,
Fear deceiving need to blame,
From bent breezes of conformity,
Cloaked disguises in rebels fame,
Stand
Spent misery token,
Telescoped view wide,
Shores of revolution open,
On Americas free ride,
Break
Doors of confusion closed,
Days dawn and waves hover,
Our darkness transposed,
Sitting with peace and pain all over,
Free................
FTBAS 1.3.13
Sunday, December 30, 2012
MOST
Live recording,
Instant reality,
Incestuous hording
Staged frailty,
Displacing those,
With another,
In a forgot pose,
Why bother,
Grown up,
Brought down,
Shown up,
Without a sound,
A thumping,
Is gentle,
Verbal pimping,
Fundamentala,
In the familia,
Of poet desiderata...............
FTBAS 12.30.12
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