w song (light sensitive melody?)

what a vice that we've found in this bed
such a way to distract from our heads
and by licking up prescription meds
we are set we are set we are set

we are too mild to take all 4 rounds
with a sigh i'm sure we'll hold our ground
when it comes to the battle royal
no matter it all goes to charity

prelude to P-L-A-N-S (Ramparts)

i know all your thoughts
in the same way that you read my mind
that all turned to rot
when believing became so unkind

now that i have been taught
that there's no sense in giving it time
i'd rather not talk
than be a child just speaking in rhyme

i've been skipping rope
with some girls who have claimed you're 'the one'
we start to count letters it
started out all in good fun

and i swear on my life
that i landed on "_" more than once
they became hot headed
then left me alone in the sun

you read that i checked in the middle of box y and n
and i know that you asked me to go to the dance as 'just friends'
please don't doubt when i say that's better to fuss than pretend
still you'll thank me later when girls start to ruin your plans

ye you'll thank me later when girls start to ruin your plans

spat await titty ho

stuck in a wave
and prepared to drift
away from the birds
that offer their gifts

a trigger goes off
when you lye and soak free
a mind that has lost
its flare to the sea

the stick that you use
to beat your blood with
is now just a tool
that won't unlock shit

the formal attire
you wore to show off
has been torn by the tires
of your former loves

"and you'll go away forever if leaving gives you time to find out what to sever and to seek out what to hide
for worse or for better you'll still have her by your side, cause she's your kind..."

cigarette cross box

know that i'm keeping
a terrible secret
and know that i'm lonely
but you're all Ive got

beware of the traps
that i've set out to prove
that i am unholy
i want to be caught

a golden machine has
made me stay still when
i should be climbing
about foreignhills

this thing will not beat
will never store love
it only bares labour
below so above

criss cross

the offering of labled skin
was layed upon the alter when
a young boy spoke
upon his cloak
was shiny bits
of partial knits
that used to play
an awful game
upon the sun
with stolen guns
that held a film
of Mexicans an
other men til
it had losts its lust for life
the sacrifice
of all your sins
behold the rinse
of bloody bread
to chew or spread
a salty creed
that used to breed

all things

( joe tex - i want to la la la la la )

why would i love you when you're sick?
we both know that you're contagious.
why would i feel weak when i'm strong?
why would i right the one who wronged?

cris cross vermont (one)

Jeux D'enfants

i'm not ready for a child
you are bored, naive, and lost
i can't give to you my heart
since you've betrayed my old trust

it will come to you with age
soon you'll understand my ________
and give up on all your hope
then let go of all your games
& i'm not ready for a child
you are not the one i see
being ready to give up
the way i used to be

but you're still the dearest fawn
in my world you are the sun
unfortunately it's not dawn
it's too bad that you're too young.

homeward bound

lonely town

(cursive) "The Jay Jay Special"

as written at, from what i remember, Rosemarys?

bowtie pasta fafale  farfelle.
one frozen peas
white mushrooms
canadian bacon
spicy italian sausage
(sweet)
garlic
oregano
s&p

heavy cream
parmesan cheese
garnish - paprika parsley
__________________________________________
medium high heat
for sauce

3 tbsb olive oil
5 cloves garlic (sm) chopp saute
throw in mushrooms, peas, bacon,
sautee until tender (mushrooms white to brown)
ad s&p & oregano and sausage
when sausage is pink a 3 min. done
throw in heavy cream just enough to cover almost eveyrhing (about a cup see top of everything)
cook down for 1 min.
add 1/2 cup parm cheese
cook to desired thickness
about 1 1/2 2 mins

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Cook pasta

throw in desired pasta
Toss
Turn off heat
let rest for 3 min

Plate
Garnish parsley & paprika

with any italian meal
drizzle with olive oil
but you hanel? over.

words i hate saying in a poem

i want to smell like a girl
they always walk by me
i want to have the scent of
pure virginial ectasy

morning after prev post.

you can't have the best just because you complain.
or something like that.

mos def at london souls cup night

md alright ok


i have pulled this out
[cause i am afraid
that if i do not
i will grow bigger and
i will have to take care
of a poor little babe
that has nothing but me
that has nthing thats made
so i ask for your help
how to cook for the _______
how to lean before craving
how to try and give back
but i come from a time
not of fire & stone
yes i come from a time
where she goes it alone
and fucks for her come
and sings for her sum
where everything's easy
and slow and real numb


i come from a time
where all is not greene
except for the one
except for us 3
(diagnol)
that's when i stop writing things



"kids and things"

the will and the able (not this one below)

i'll leave this behind
just for you to stare at
i'll go out alone
and leave you believe that
theres something that i
something that i am hiding
will ____ just as bland as

under ny address listo

who's in the back
much nicer than expected
painted on, painted on

my hands are too old for my age

who sticks it out?
soon you'll be dead.
just look at my hands
i've not much time left
i wish i could tell you
that i worked hard for them
i wish i could need to
and say what i meant

but i've never wanted anything less from you
and i've never wanted what was best for you
i'd rather stay alone all day locked in too soon