Night Tripping

​What up? Where you at? People who rock the night. Something about the sexy night skyy, the stars, lights… The town’s always lit…..feelin’ electric and relish, no trace of delinquents inside… Internal…boasting only that it can be done without too much sacrifice….either way much love and satisfaction…living it with passion and imagination. What’s your music? Or style? Opera experience or retail therapy before each shop shuts down? A drive in? Or a night sail. The best of friends or family, cool breeze, pleasure a priority. Showing solidarity, a stance for something resembling normalcy. If you’re dancing in the streets, let it be creativity shining on your dreams. Dancing in the sheets…. I honestly hope…you’re truly lovers. Not a prude, heaven knows, I’m known to be ultra extra crude. Just that its time to express, the sweetness with boundaries. Call it mild chic. Or decadence for dorks, out of sorts….? Maybe….but I want…I guess my cake and eat it too. 

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Lovely

​Backdrops of beautiful sunsets bathed by unrest and distress. Am I just noticing it because I’m getting older? Used to be so easy to hide or ignore the underbelly, so sleazy. Feel the intensity to deliver in promises, hoping I don’t break like glass, after a point class needs to override pizzazz. Pride and prejudice dominate this land. Fear is a range rover. So many people fell straight up run over. Riots over unfairness, still answering questions. Telling stories that should have been resolved long ago.
Lovely, lovely, need to get there now. Hoping one day these rages will cease to exist…and that peace will flower. Lovely, lovely, I swear it’s not a mere dream. Soar toward the best angels and the best of desires. Heartache and terror devoured in the abyss that itself shall vanish. Patience to wait and I know it seems little like reality but it’s gonna be…so lovely.
Sadly hearts will choose what they want and most of us are in the mode of cries and whispers. See the beauty of the earth that surrounds. The refreshment of Autumn is a healer, creation is a giver. So much wealth of nurture to spread. If at least one mind can change it’s worth the crushing threads. Sometimes we need breaks from the norms. But never ignore the pain.

Lovely, lovely, need to get there now. Hoping one day these rages will cease to exist…and that peace will flower. Lovely, lovely, I swear it’s not a mere dream. Soar toward the best angels and the best of desires. Heartache and terror devoured in the abyss that itself shall vanish. Patience to wait and I know it seems little like reality but it’s gonna be…so lovely.

Take the time first to smell the petunias. See whomever is around who needs a zest, a spice for life. Peace is nothing if it can’t be shared, even if there’s also a time to indulge, all alone. Everyone’s signature to tattoo the space made for more than base pleasure….edge out the poisons that are killing many one by one…..the world can’t be saved… None of us have to bow to that wave.

Lovely, lovely, need to get there now. Hoping one day these rages will cease to exist…and that peace will flower. Lovely, lovely, I swear it’s not a mere dream. Soar toward the best angels and the best of desires. Heartache and terror devoured in the abyss that itself shall vanish. Patience to wait and I know it seems little like reality but it’s gonna be…so lovely. Skiing in aspen,  enjoying the water. Picnics wherever. Falling foliage and cozy fires…..whatever is your desire, creativity is a beauty, life is a dream, escape the nightmares…lovely, lovely, march to beat of your drum….all of us are more deserving than the mass fed division…don’t want to cower…lovely, lovely….open eyes, keep open spirits……I know the saying is never say never….sometimes there are exceptions for the best of protections…..how about a sunset…and knowing it will rise again.

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Rather Be Coo

​The night air rocks my vibe. A respite from the jibes. Adoring the moon, stars, and stripes. Forgetting the hot mess that skunked my mind, yeah.  As retrograde grates on Egos, moods and dumps on dreams. Gonna slide into someplace not as obscene. 
So totally tired of bleu…..swear nothing’s gonna kill my night. So tired of bleu. Nothin’s gonna wreck my mind. Critiques, and bleeps, someme’s bitter never mind. No stinkin’ way cause I’m feeling’ myself tonight…ooohooohooohoooo.
I’d rather be coo. Than wind up a tool. A poster child of token fools.  
Someone comes to tell me. My work is abysmal, amateurish, and a stank style. Pointing out weakness and digging in. Trynna 

Provoke an ugly scene, trynna always be right. 

Playing emotions…. Not gonna fight. 
I’d rather be coo….than someone’s tool. Appreciate the vibes…. Rockin’ our minds. Such an electric high. 
Some cats wanna be rough and, throw their gargantuan weight all abound…..some cats wanna play games….baby, I’m no one’s chess piece and neither are you. You gotta be coo. Wanna be free…it’s up to you. Lovin’ is healthy, high faluten disdain is for fools. Gotta feel good….we’re all stardust baby….inhale, enjoy the groove…..without Jehovah……I’d totally be through…..tell me I’m busted….its all right… .still gonna be fine…..rockin’ the night…..

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Magnetic Melody

​Once again, back and forth, frightened and brazen. All at the same time. Knowing my choices, tied to my vices. Love, doesn’t hurt, vanity gets one killed every time. Things as this, run through my mind. Sipping on stiff cocktails. With a couple of friends, one mercurial and brilliant, the other sweet as a sugar cane. Pastel and clean, feeling fabu on the scene. One can dream, looking fly and casually purring the truth of his love. The greatness from above. 
Will they listen, or do I have the guile to try? Remembering the rest of the world isn’t like this mondo, electric night. Just like Miami, I envision. Balmy and beautiful, dressed to the nines, feelin’ so free. No guns or knives, or insanity in the heat of the night. Dancing or conversing, it all just, feels do good. A Native American guy nods slyly, he’s cool, with my moods. A couple of fellows holding hands. Ideas of what they’re planning never extends. Our business it is not. All styles, all love. Toxicity is distant, far off. Tomorrow I’ll be praying for the day where 24/7 it’s love, Peace, and magnifique.
Freaks and geeks, colors and all stripes, no nation, all one world, souls white as doves. Wanna celebrate always, so much beauty yo explore, open to possibilities, endless days and nights, exploring the science of life, the physiology of the air we breathe, praising the one who game me life, and my name. Recipes for the tongue to tame, workouts to heighten, arouse, endorphins will never again no shame. At this time, my mind is a mess, often a disaster, one day, I truly hope to see, thoughts and emotions, aligned with the gravity, vibration it was meant to be.

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Dance In The Rain

​Too, too funny how convoluted it can be. Wanna cry over miniscule things so, easily. Watching someone else have a sensational time. Why so petty; because this lovely is more than deserving of blessings so divine. One of those days it’s necessary to dance in the rain. A clouded perspective won’t accomplish anything but actions of disgrace. Apologize for the maddening melodrama. Rainforest actions, lemon drops, white Russians catharsis with serene skyy light. 
The tools of the trade, the sweetness doesn’t need to be a charade. Rundown from broken moments and hairy maybes. To stay down and absorb more, is a little insane. Melodious magic from a player of choice, a comforting touch somewhere, someone. Today is beautiful for dancing in the rain.
Let the guiding light be the motivator; the taunts from harsh neighbors are blistering air, trying to create despair. The drops from the atmosphere, make things so clear. Broken down to nothing to fear. Some deal with crazier things everyday. Holding up with grace. Choices to embrace gentleness, not haste. The status quo has no taste. On a sea boat going fishing, a movie for fun, a dark room to heal the temples. Hiking in gear, whichever you need. Living the life isn’t  dream. Be happy for whomever is celebrated at any given time. Even if the love you feel isn’t there…..as long as your armed with confidence and the best if you that cares. Death to artifice and anger, and death to death!

The tools of the trade, the sweetness doesn’t need to be a charade. Rundown from broken moments and hairy maybes. To stay down and absorb more, is a little insane. Melodious magic from a player of choice, a comforting touch somewhere, someone. Today is beautiful for dancing in the rain.
Really want you to dance in the rain. Treat it like a game, like a carefree child with no shame. Darkness, make it go away. Nothing should be lame….the highlight is a vibration where there’s no need for acclaim. Feel jovial through pain, dance in the rain, Even if you feel like running away….

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Fancy Free

​Too cool in jubilee. Feeling gorgeous all up inside. Crazy kinda high. A rock n’ roll lust in flight. Hope I’m not the only one who has thought of this fantasy, many sleepless but also bewitching nights. Depending on circumstance or mood, cause and effect going either way. 
A history of decadence, decor, motives and ideas selfish and a rush of the id in nature. And knowing the way is light. Just that going the way needed feels uncomfortable in.more ways than one. Scary or overly square, cheesy maybe, but its the one. The fun and fancy beautiful, ultimately… Can never be enough. The mindset growls as such.
Fancy free, grandiose sights. Allure of the line…using your own flavor to live in light. The wrong way to be right. Delusion, however sweetly, still near irresistible. Guiding vision to fall in the only right line. How to make it work is partly in the mind.
Dreamin’ of a bodacious new world. No hate, crime or strife. Self image still taking flight. Present day ideology mixed with future reality. Neon lights, flashy designs, synergized, thinking it’s shocking to be surrealistically nice. I guess it’s more exciting to imagine as garish superstars. We’re all unique regardless. It’d be lovely to let go and just be all good dolls and guys.
Fancy free, grandiose sights. Allure of the line…using your own flavor to live in light. The wrong way to be right. Delusion, however sweetly, still near irresistible. Guiding vision to fall in the only right line. How to make it work is partly in the mind.
It’s healthy to feel, love in all it’s forms. Fun to fly with an image. Nothing wrong inherent. Rocking a distinct style is humanistic, but is living in it the best choice? Just live and be. Someone we all can learn from, beneficial, ever giving…….boring isn’t always lame…..sometimes it’s so subjective….
Fancy free, grandiose sights. Allure of the line…using your own flavor to live in light. The wrong way to be right. Delusion, however sweetly, still near irresistible. Guiding vision to fall in the only right line. How to make it work is partly in the mind.

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Paisley Pallatte

​I really miss…..that man…..ah wow. I guess it’s weird, I thought he’d be around. Wordsmith, quirky genius, great style, drove the ladies wild. He played the game, blouses with no shame, having us men, wanting to emulate.  Purple dreams, Lavender champagne. Did his ish…..with no cocaine. Great bod, charismatic quirks. Straight or gay? Did this way. Back and forth, what was next? Throwin’ down? Or rockin’ out? Jazzy chords? Aura of cool. Mind blew, he got down with Joni Mitchell too? Anyway, the creative way, he presented his craft. Eschewing and creating trends. Dude was all the way daft. Writing under aliases, not a crime. Guess it wasn’t cool being a brotha and hooking up Kenny Rogers and Stevie Nicks at the same time. Vanity 6, the nasty hits. Oh Sheila so glamorous, the woman is still foine as wine. Paisley twirls, with two more favorite girls, Lisa’s beats we’re leaning Wendy kept the licks hot . I guess that’s how Jimmy and Terry got their start, before Janet, he pulled their card. So many surprises during his purple reign. A new one? Nah, try my best to be an original, copy cats he over done. Weird way, hope to meet him in the new world one day. Surreal shock, I guess even New York will one day stop.

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