A Spiritual Prophet

A spiritual prophet a spiritual angel.

The one who shines. The one who protects.

The gorgeous forgotten youngest child.

Wild child. Black sheep child. Never fit child.

Loyal child. Never quits child. Never smiles child.

Love child.

Shines brighter than the light.

She begs to untangle.

Begs to strangle.

Knows every angle.

Utters divinations.

Loves temptations.

Hates complications.

Bless us with your second sight.

Reveal our secrets.

We shall believe!




9:25 p.m.


I am feeling reflective.

But selective.

Think I’ll get high.

Don’t sigh.

I want to be free.

Can’t you see.

Don’t dwell in hell.

Ring the bell.

Time for things to change.

So I rearranged.

The game for fame.

Sounds sort of lame.

It’s my turn to shine.

To unwind.

I get to pull the wool.

I get to be guileful.


But selective.





Spent my life running around.

Spent my life funning a clown.

Spent my whole life looking for the sun.

Spent my whole life looking for the Son.

Spent my whole life trying to deal.

Spent my whole life trying to heal.

Spent my life going crazy.

Spent my life being lazy.

Spent my whole life chasing a shadow.

Spent my whole life reading Thoreau.

Spent my life trying to belong.

Spent my life going along.

Spent my whole life under the thumb of,

Spent my whole life seeking truelove.

Spent my life being adjustable.

Spent my life being indestructible.

Spent my whole life being a sellout.

Spent my whole life ready to turnabout.



I Would Rather Show You

Idiom examples and samples.

Battle lines are drawn.

The levee about to break.

Boiling hot idiomatic expressions hurled.

Roll me out of here.

Roll me away.

On a highway wind blowing in my hair.

Let me cross the high plains to stare across our divide.

I have finally decided to rise.

Let my heart finally sing.

Cause this is right. And what’s right is right.

This time we will write right. Not flight right?

By god, Right! RIGHT NOW!

Fight four our rights! Outta sight, tight. Right?

Flight of fight of the rat Dad.   Bad dad.

Sad Dad…fad dad.  Forever dreamer Dad it seems. Beam! Seam!

Seamer, beamer, teamer.  It’s alright.

It’s alright. Fight, fight, fight, NOW, NOW,NOW, How?



Me and you.

Me and you.

Hand in hand.

In a land.

A land of freedom.

Free to be a star.

Far star! Ajar Babar.

Raising the bar.

Star you are.

Me and you.

Under a full moon.

Forever free. Freeeee!!!!


Come together?

The words mean nothing

Nothing zero zilch motherfucking subtraction infinite negative flame out….

People have lost their listening aid, their caring device.

A shrug of the shoulders

No early warning you ought to know fool. Tool.


Nothing words. From souls with lost shoulders.

Souls attached to a circuit less brainwashing lockstep app for Saps.

Maps for connection to exponential Saps.

De consciousness!

De dead.

D Da y cometh Right now.

They have it Right for you.

Keep listening….

Let it go.

You let it go.

You let it go.

Sail that ship.

And let it go.

Let it go. Sow.

A lovely face.

Race bait face.  Beautiful face.

Love face. Pace. Race. Face.

Your alibies. Lies. Sighs. Nein!

Until then no passage.

You can never leave eve.

Steve, Beavs, Bereaved.

Soon to be. Leave. Now!

Heavy blows in-tow bro!

Get me?

The burning nut bushes.

Brush it don’t rush it or fuss it.

Move it the fuck Outta laws way.

Cause we be a Traveling’ sand man.

In the land of the greatest Nation on earth.

Verse, rehearse, no hearse. Purse.

I take that, bat. Now sat. Phat. Tat…

No tat here…Mat, yep I’ll take you to it.

So, you best not try me.  SEEEEEEE!!!

Welcome to the greatest fucking show on earth….

Backstabbers hide your bride. Clyde. Slide???

Cannot. Snot! Tot!

Are we straight? Kate.

You’re to late, to change fate.

You took the bait. And initiated a date.

Destiny date no more wait or hate.

Articulate voices wrote this magic moment in time.

Rhyme, lime, due time. Slime. Primed.

To Pump and lump chump.

Operator, investigator, leads only to you.

Boo. So, sue. You choose. You lose.

Lonely night and fights. For rights, our rights.

The peeps rights. Lights.

Shine and the on the feast we shall dine.

And align our signs and behinds. Dig?

Figs, for all. Ya’ll. Saul.

Paul. Naw, Call. Just call out.

Doubt.  Clout. Tout. About.


Just. Us. Justice. Found.

And still around Clown.

Noun meaning you frown.

Town our town. 

Sound?  Revolution.

Dirty word. Absurd!

Blurb? Verb nerd.

Reverb turd.

Go ahead highway run.

All you find is the sigh way son.

You’re fucking done.

A pun. Punk!!!!

Monks arise.

Thrive, we have survived.

So, drive alive.

No seatbelt Jesus.

That’s right. We still Believe!

And shall all cleave. Woven in the word.

Not heard.  By your herd.

Changed ahead of the bell curve.

Long ago. Song ago. Throng ago.

Eons ago. MO!

The ancients whispering. Answered!

Soak in in Jen.


Hashtag Lend.

Defend. Mend.

Amen sayeth Glyn.

Until then.


Never the End.


That lie. And you will never die.

Honey pie!

And please try!


Happy 42 and 24 too! Just a number! Turn it around. A little lie never hurt anyone…lol You’ll get it one day both of ya!  Love ya!








Dead Psycho Dreams

A dream the same every night.

It seems I am never alone.

But I’m too dead to run.

Voices call to me.

Stream in 1080p.

Scream in hi-def for the deaf.

They are trying to reach me and teach me.

There’s a crowd that has assembled.

In this manic walk of psycho dreams.

Try as they may I can’t grasp,

The same insane psycho dreams.

Night after night they parade to talk, teach, or preach.

Let me just fade to black.

Let the darkness overtake the barricade.

So, that my brain, brains all sound.

And I remain sound in my brain.


Silence this wild psycho dream.

From aristocrats, to dead bats, thots, and rats.

Feral cat’s from hades, dogs from the underworld.

The swollen eyes of Robin’s a sobbing.

Gods, mythic pawns, proverbial fabled fools.

They invade, assail, and assault my shadows.

They leech upon my soul.

Tell me it’s been already been sold.

That I may as well fold.

These beggars, freeloaders chip pieces of my heart.

And without a word depart.

Why did this curse start?

My nightmare howls.

You’re assured to go down.

Down, down, down to the abyss.

Escorted by all these jesters.

These jokers deceive, dupe,  or outwit.

My two cosmic Pantaloons.

The great deceiver and master lizard.

Bewildered by psychobabble.

I ogle angel clouds in hopes of rousing,

My spirit of sentience.

To reconcile those dead psycho delusions.

If not visions, hallucinations, or treasures.

For seekers, applicants, and petitioners.



In Time

Allow me to opine and tell you of my bright shine.

First hearing a chime, I began to rhyme.

Then upon seeing the sign from the shrine.

The bloodline then drawn and combined.

 The deadline in my mind now Gods of Jain.

And now aligned, priorities assigned.

I looked inside and behold a gold-mine.

Inside my mind.  A party-line, transmission line.

Complete with interior design.

An enter-twined pipeline to Palatine.

Behold the divine. So sublime is thine.

Allow me to draw the line.

To the dollar sign and the genuine,

Mainline of the Rhine.

In time.