” dancing on the inside of my eyelids ”

because i don’t know how to dance

not any particular dance

and i think i know how to groove to sound waves echoes off of walls reverberated through those listening in steady motion to their own tune stepping to every different beat!!!

and free steps to i don’t care about the conventions – and if i could learn them, time and resources permitted , i would

just for the chance of a little more socializing with any of the souls i wish to interact with, who wish too, to interact with me

so in the depth of sleep, a dance, hopefully to chase away the nightmares of cross stares of the vile who commit time & time again – crimes that never go on trial.

dancing on the inside of my eyelids to get to the top of all my fantasies…

billy bob, he was just dough

he had no where to go

no way to get there

and nothing to show

💔

show for the first day

and everyday in between

just muddling there in his puddle

he began in a full scream

💔

dribbling down the counter he did

in a saunter but really he worried

if he never got a bit of heat

always clammy he would be

💔

years he remained fuddled

nobody to cuddle his puddle

into the huddle of other fellows

where they bake for just awhile

💔

piled high, and rolled back into the thick

there he was just holding his

but not his own – but rolled he was

and in a first time roll from after that

💔

here that he goes

an epiphany into the first light

into insight and mindset

found all that echoed true & right

💔

in that…

” Ornament ”

🍁

so is the season of love
so is a gift for all
so is a colorful soul
so come to dull a void
🍁
i hope so in all of this noise
when negativity tries
to take the good boys
with cultural ascription
treating boys (male) and girls (female) all
as if they were just toys
🍁
but a different celebration give i to U
in the sincerity of soul share true with few
all that i know – small in the big pic
but for all met and not yet
this is the gift U get
🍁
i can’t afford to give it for free,
though next year – we shall see
idea man, this is who i am
🍁
and so – my gift to U
is who i am
artist – poet, U.S. Marine – shows this
🍁
and for the celebrations…

☔ 

more of everything they constantly get

until one day they retire from it

expired to be replaced by a billion more

gross expectations

being the same and never advancing to…

sureties undoing their beguiling atrocities

the wrongs continually done to me

 ☔

Tuesday, April 9, 2013 @ 12:54:25 writing for about 5 minutes.