To Cain and my dearest Abel

Misunderstood are the followers of Cain that they may not look upon Abel Or turned into stone or pillar of salt

Might it be found by any fault that all men are scorned and not one but all roses thorned

Forged from the blood and heat of my keeper my faith in love and peace grows deeper

And when thus has passed and lord and land are menial I feel rapture critical

Be the hate in the world like the stone in the field

If not cared the earth shall open her mouth and receive the blood of our brethren

Thus we shall care and we must bare to the end!

O, I say unto you that you can fall back and hide from the world until thine pain is gone

The earth is not bad she is our mother of all and she loves no matter how badly appalled

It is up to us to uphold and walk as gentleman death is so bold

To my Lord who favor my brother I shall now look to the outside world

I am of the world yet could not  be further from it

On Camel back we move and move because the lies she said have been proved

To my Lady Land and God the lord it is you who shall yield the sword

Kut it off

Run down the street to leave everyone behind
Pull out all the stops and hit it at every spot
Take poison to remover their words from you mind

Cut them off

Play music, prise fight, trophy wife
Be the black cat
If I walk your way all you'll have the next day is bad luck
But who really gives a good God fuck

Break the ties before anyone else dies
Inside and out you are only hurting yourself
Show it or not, a broken heart is always hot

Leave one day
Flee in anyway
Cut them off

Light

There. Right there. There is a street light hiding behind a tree. It casts no shadows onto the dew sprinkled grass beneath it. Beyond the light the trees look like a black wall. Or an endless abyss. It seems as If I were to walk towards the wood I would fall off the face of the earth. Fall to feel the nothingness that is non existence, of non being, of dreamless sleep. To think I could walk away from my cold park bench and head straight towards the end of everything, the beginning of everything. To fall weightless and unseeing, to feel nothing. The idea of bliss, the idea of nothing, the thought of feeling no more anything. Scary, is it not? No, I do not want to feel nothing, I want to feel everything at once! Every joy, every pain, every raindrop and dew fall the waking world has to give me. Because walking off into nothingness is a cop out.

So for now I have my cold park bench. I can feel the dew settling on me now, as I ponder nothingness and bliss, not feeling the very things I said I wanted to feel. And so goes the human condition. So knock off the silly day dreams and start living. Live life as if every breath is an erotic celebration in it's own right. Or live life erotic-ly. To each her own.

As I smoke

As I toke my cigarette I look for animals in the lacing smoke. Or better yet, your lovely face, your face might hide in that long forgotten place. Passing me and not seeing.

I drink flavorless water to get rid of that horrid taste.

I look down at my feet and see my white and pink striped socks showing themselves over the brim of my low ups. I also notice how nice the white of my socks looks agents the tanned olive skin of my ankle.

From my ankle my eyes move over the lines of my legs. From the curves of my calf to the straight line of my shin and from my shin to my knee, and thigh. From my thigh to my full hips and from there to my slightly tucked waist. And from waist to breasts. I know if I were to stand I would not be able to see my feet because of them. Above the line of my breasts is my collarbones, long and thin in the way they are. As I look from my collarbones to my arms I see how muscular they have become from all the manual labor I have been participating in. My shoulders and triceps are stronger than they have ever been. All the better to hold you to me. My forearms are lean and feminine yet strong and unyielding.

Seeing myself this way I think of how unimaginably teenaged I must look to the outside world. With my long side braided hair, dark denim cut-offs that show off my tan skin, graffiti Converse and over sized black Joey Ramone t-shirt. I would die before someone mistook me for a common high-schooler. 

I feel the smoke soaking into the lining of my lungs. It feels the way it feels when your words flow into my mind. Every letter falling into place lining up and making a sentence as wise and deep and sexy as they have ever been.

But as I take one of the last puffs I feel the heat of the smoke move through the filter and hit my lips. Not only is it time to put out the joint, it is also time to stop dueling on useless things. That is, my body won't be totally useless,  not to you.

Saddam to Gomorrah

In the big black city where the women are so pretty
I found a man, who upon me, would take pity
Walking alone, looking for a payphone, the road to sin was shown
He walked up, with his Coonhound pup, and handed me a cup
In it was the devil's juice, and with it I was put to good use
Fast cars, bad bars, the only thing that man didn't have was mars
Hey, Doll face, how did you end up in a place like this?
I had a rough night, I ain't looking for a fight, but, babe, if you're not careful we just might
From Saddam I went to Gomorrah and found a man, hair like fire and many to inspire
But when the Angeles of god came down and bread with the women, we all went swimming
That man and I, it felt like we could fly