A Welcome Guest

I invite you,
sit down for a minute,
I'll pour us some tea, a glass of wine
With Heart in it.

Your presence completes me;
brings me full throttle
A guest at my table,
Fulfillment, you can't bottle.

It's not the fois gras;
Or the tartar raw,
Not the Bordeaux
With its even flow,
Or the Dolce suit-
(You distinguished brute)
But your aura, your wisdom
Your lending ear
Nothing required,
As you sit near.

You see you are my chance,
To become like the one,
A guest in her house
Above even, the sun

From that which we came,
We all too, shall go
Until that time
Its with you
I will grow.

With Intention,
Daniel Bobby Tuttle

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Do You Struggle Too?

Do you struggle too?
Why is it that we often feel the way we do?
Can you help me, it's hard to ask I know
But in the end, each other is all we have.
The experiences we go through.

The pain in this moment, is all just a test
Struggling to get by, an act that we detest
Stumble and struggle, begging for some rope
An inch is still an inch, a measure in hope.

Proverbial circumstance, in the American condition
Trying for the sake of trying, elusively wishin'
But that's what we do, we just give in
We try and we "try", until we "Just can't win"

And then when the experts, say to give up
You're left wondering, lost, sudden and abrupt.
Your hand meets your head, in a collapse of defeat
It's it this moment, you must pick up your feet!

Move.
To the beat of a different drum,
Piece together,
A collection of sum,
Experience.
Like the sands of the mortar's bricks
The certainty to defeat
The tricks.

Notes from Nicodemus

Light opens within the crack of the shell of darkness,
Sadness fades an ugly shade of greenish grey,
But to who we are we are recognized in thine own beloved's eyes, 
As the gates of the supernal open wide.

Chalices of velvet fruit and herbaceous hides of powerful creatures
Longing to be discovered in the door to paradise. 
Wise as wise is, you don't think twice 
About the other guys, or his wife's features.

Fainted heartbeats that are incomplete, 
Palpable sweetness of a delectable tableau, lush and sweet
Eternity is within itself, 
An indelible treat.

Dusty roads carved out within the paradox of the oasis,
Vines ripe with wilted figs that 
Speak.
To the blood.
Begging forgiveness from the oddities, calamities of life.
But who are they?

Street lamps, highlighting the road to value and love 
A darkened harness of the childhood woes, 
Robbed of the shoes that drive you down the path,
To choose what trail to blaze, saturating and maturating in that which been hath-
Completely done, and lost before. 

Field it to the street, nothing more.

The Three Weeks Ahead

>
> I'm banged up, swollen head
> Lips are cracked, colored red.
> Bruised left eye, dismantled
> These are the weeks, everything is channeled.
>
> Nothing goes unnoticed, no stone left unturned
> Under the magnifying glass, of the ozone burn
> There is no escape, no hiding in the fort
> No cannon you can cock, no story to contort.
> These are the weeks, when the truth is revealed
> When people go mad, because've lies they've concealed.
>
> What do you do, what do I do?
> Is there a chance there's a moment, I can run to the loo?
> Just a simple reprieve, maybe even SPF?
> Perhaps a moment, I can reason with the reff?
>
> You'll see, we'll see
> When its all over, then
> When people are agonizing in their burn,
> Or reveling in their tan.
>
> It's the sun, the moon
> Nothing IN-BETWEEN
> It's hot it's cold,
> It's soft, its mean.
>
> What you can do is pray,
> That our temple won't be sold for treason
> That this time we stay away,
> From hatred for no reason.

"what happens when"

I am not looking to live a "what happens when" life

that time is too soon, 

And plagued with rife.

Often times, I praise the past

I look to before, the moment before last. 

I always told myself, I'd never become that man

Who sits on his rocker, and spits in his can. 

Shooting the shit, against the wind

Remembering the past,

As his dearest friend. 

What happens when

Now become then 

And all that I have right now,

 is gone with the wind

"when" has then happened

With no time for right now,

Because I've let it all go 

In the flash of "how".

Sent from my iPad

iPad Poem 1.0

The first poem on La IPad
will not be a drone,
Rather RAD I say,
Leave you feeling
unalone.

I'll serve it up
in lavender and leather
Enticed by the sweetness of a perfect little feather
Not some yuk ole gnome
Sitting in your yard
Stoic and cold
Frozen and hard.

Alive I say,
With Steve Jobs Soul
Thank heavens I like the chap,
Down with him, I roll!

This is not bad, I have to admit
If this greatness persist
I'll have to sell this shit!

Make a buck or two, on my etrade app
Or buy some new swag, in Gucci wrap!
What comes of yesterday when I didn't know thee,
This iPad is the bomb, it was SO made for ME!

Sent from my iPad

A Poets Lament

I write poetry,
For there is nothing ugly about prose
Regardless of how horrific,
or sad ones woes
With a simple rhyme, an elegant flair
All of a sudden,
There's no "out of place" hair

I am a poet
And poets can be sad
It's really ok,
Weather you think it good or bad
That's what we do, we spin a web
With words, and sounds
To seduce your head.

Don't ask me, (so silly) - if I "feel"
Of course I do- in surreal!
In me it's all beauty,
From whatever edge you spin it,
Even if,
borrowed truth
is all that's within it.

House of Cards

With the strategy of precision
Meticulously driven
by Adrenal apprehension
Placed carefully, one on top
Praying the foundation won't drop,
Collapsed.
Replay, relapsed.
The ace of spades;
glue that pervades.
A steady even hand,
- everyone tips on their toes in the sand.
Along comes, the dreaded wind
That wreaks havoc on
The work that you defend.

It's all just pretend.

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What's In Front Of You

In front of the computer screen,
I edit and edit, like a crazy fiend,
Thinking so much of what lies
ahead,
Forgetting what's before me,
Spelled out in red.

Quick to fix everyone's problems,
Trying to inspire people to leave behind the dramas.

I didn't get, the subject being projected
How appreciation, right here and now, is the future- effected.

I get lost sometimes, in my "quicker-help-er-upper"
Forgetting the most valuable of all, the bread at my supper.

The gift of all gifts,
Straight to the core
Is showing up by your side,
partner, forevermore.

With Intention,
Daniel Bobby Tuttle

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Ruffled Feathers

I'm like ...
Who does this guy think he is?
Where does he come from, spittin that shit
I'm like ...
Not so down, with your fucked up order
Of how to, you do, this that and the other.
Wasting my time, dishin your shit
Your huff and your puff
I'm done with it.
You're a deck of cards, easy to blow over
One puff and your gone,
Obsolete like a 4 leaf clover.

Bullying is such a load of crap
You think you've got horns
"what's up with that"
Were standin strong
To take you down,
Watch out
Your face is about to frown.

With Intention,
Daniel Bobby Tuttle

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It Just is.

It Just is.
No control or say in the matter,
Just always is
Felling beaten down, bruised
Even a wee bit sadder.

It's like being on the express triain, making only local stops
When you just wanna get home
To a stout made of manly hopps.
Gettin around a sleepy town, proclaiming to be broadway bound
But, that's just the way the ebb flows,
You just never know.
Just is.
Ever never, conditioned to weather
A snowy street, a sunny trail
No matter which way you turn it,
The Option never is to fail,
Slow and steady the paces
Step by step, through downs and graces
This one way track, isnt giving you a dead end
As it will forever and ever,
Wind and bend
Leaving you, not left behind
You've gotta pick up the pace
Vowing always in due time
Just is,
The way you have to roll,
twist and go with the current,
Never, but always - completely whole.
you never know when that local stop
will bring your dreams to the maximum,
Putting you on top.

With Intention,
Daniel Bobby Tuttle

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What's Between You And Me!

Whatever comes between; you, me and the scene

a camera, a mic, some make-up of fright

a laughing script, a diva fit ...

Nothing makes for more beautiful magic

than being in your presence, regardless of

how tragic

the circumstances may be,

That brought you to me.

That's the way it works,

Intention from the core

If you tune in and tap on

you will feel all that and more.

Every question,

demands an reply

weather it be, yes, maybe or simply a "Why?"

In that response,

a world of opportunity

to give, to share, to be in unity.

Intention Paid,

all that is asked

but the fear of the answer

lies, never in facts.

So just ask.

Help is always on the way

Needed or not,

(that's what gets in your way)

just ask and it is given,

If you let go

that need for attention!

Thank you.

For your help,

The first is not the last

I will hollar and yelp.

I recognize,

you are the prize

that has made me so blessed

to wrap up all my ties.

You can rest. (In Jest. Til' I ask again)

*Inspired in thanks to Kashiek Paisley who gave of himself e

ndlessly to help me meet my goals this week.