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Stipend
1-9-11


I forsake the means of the mercenary
Of grasping to monetary gain
But I will still work for it in this
And claim that it's not in vain
Where Mallory rhymes with salary
In my own blonde ambition
And motivation to try
She gives me permission to do this
Because it is me
And such is justified
In opportunity
Where the artist has another sexual identity
Making not base my opinion
Of his music that says a lot
Like the poetry of many I consult
Who are passed on
Like the interval between dusk and dawn
That is beautiful
Calming all my vain fears
Based on lies we learn to grasp the truth
Yet no longer cling to it....
















Cats Protect The Corn
1-9-11


Making peace with the Hills, the Smiths
And Foxes
They are as rivals
To serve as games to play
To get sharper and stronger
In this search for Being
A thing that is infinite
In a universe I touch with my love
I grow like corn in the fields of my hungry mind
Sending out the cats to catch the rodents
That only seem to nibble
Upon all of our increase
As yet erected are scarecrows
That fail to drive away the ravenous fowls
That take all that they can reach
And in never being a farmer
For myself I cannot judge nor preach
So I just say the things that I know....










For Aiden
1-9-11


I had a colleague rival
That said one day I'd invent
And practice a religion of my own
Wherein love will serve as my survival
And I would know
That I's never again
Need to do it alone
His name was K.A.
He served me as would an idol
Or perhaps a fair maiden
He took off my shoes
And threw them across the lawn
While if we were to contend
I would have been gone
I needed humility in such times
When I hated them
Due to my envy and jaundice
In wanting to belong
And today I tell this story
To serve as one of my first illustrations
To explain just who I am
And who I am yet to be....












Day's First Menial Morsel
1-9-11


As the sun goes down
Spirits of the confederacy
Lead me to the eastern border
Of such a city called York
Where a vagabond partakes in raw fishes
And prefers to use instead a fork
And then chooses to simply dip it is soy
With his fingers in a place quite blessed
Where intention of compassion yet lingers
So I pop in my mouth a handful of snow caps
To regard my childhood
And how I would write my raps
And distribute them indiscriminately
Before I had the knowledge
Of what they could do
And as the sun goes down
I light more incense
Yet to call a brother
To share a parable...












Smelling My Fingers
1-9-11


Yet to be an observer
Of sordid and sensational subjects
Because in deed they are a vast part
Of a deep sea of what is Me
When I count one, two and three
Now that I have set myself free
Smelling my fingers
In my sexual chocolate delight
To know I won't catch cold from myself tonight
Letting it take its course
As I mount a valiant racing horse
A steed that knows where he is going
A means of transportation
In a spiritual sense
Of Being and knowing...










Tidbit
1-9-11


And yeah, Gall Borden
Made his condensed milk
In eighteen fifty-three
As I inquire
What in the heavens
Does this have to do with me
Passing away in seventy-four
Nearly a century before I came to be
All of such events are set in place in God's plan
So that our world today can be exactly what it is
As I haphazardly toss in coffee cans into my waste basket
And an offering to She that makes it all possible
For me to carry out these works
And to touch many
That need a little bit of something....










To Climb Higher
1-9-11


In the hadal depths of mine seas
Are stirred like an instant tea mix in hot water
It does not mean that I'm in trouble
While I might drown
If I attempt this meditation
Submerged in my Lavender bubble bath
In the hadal depths of a love that is still alive
Six thousand meters beneath a sea I never set sail upon
While drinking the pasteurized milk
Of ecstatic excavations
Yet to be undertaken
In my letting go
Of all of such desire
In the hadal depths
Of a disposition
Needed to climb higher....