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