Lucid Dream

Sometimes it takes time for freewill and freemen to subside to the bottom of the parts of your soul that are dark and mostly hidden from the outside world. But once the discovery is cohabitant and allowed to rise through the darkness, out through the lost souls and out for the world to behold, it is one of the most beautiful sights in this precious world you will ever see. An example in translucent written form is below:

I am the pavement to your ride. There may always be many bumps and turns along our way but I will always be there for your journey. I am the pavement to your ride. Take a seat, settle in, sit back and enjoy the ride. With every turn there will be a new experience, amazing sunsets, breathtaking sunrises..Ride On....Ride Free.....

Names are not necessary. Length of time is unrelated. The fact remains she is free. Freemen has filled her like a gas tank before a ride. Like a deep breath while witnessing a perfect rainbow. The time is now. And we are coming.

LUBE (an original story)

I just fucked some hot sauce. And she was good. How good? Real good. I mean this shit was flavorful as if my buds were just awoken from a coma. This sauce was like a defibrillator and my mouth was the leading character in Flatliners. And no not that red headed dsl hooker Julia Roberts. But more like that man whom would later almost die 46 times during 8 seasons. Now this hot sauce was properly placed on some very well cooked home made street tacos. Steak. Tortillas corn. Hot sauce. I fucked it every which way. Bobby Flay could use this hot sauce and instantly make monkey balls a delicatessen. I feel like rat turds would be amazing with this hot sauce drizzled over it. My mouth just challenged me to engage this hot sauce onto some original Cheerios. Challenge accepted bitch. And before you start telling me that I am talking about Tapatio or Cholula, do me a favor and SHUT YOUR YAPPER. This delicious shit comes from Louisiana. It has a red fucking dot. And it is "original". I wish right now because of my foul mouth full of glorious vulgarities that a mother figure would curse me and attack my mouth with this hot sauce as a form of lewd punishment. And this mother figure would need to be as old as Helen Mirren and butt naked with a red dot on her forehead. I will not put up a fight and will take my red hot punishment as directed per all of the cultural standards set before my time. From this point forward and with the will of FREEMEN I vow to only use Louisiana Hot Sauce for all of my lubricant needs.

Birthday Prayer

I was just a young man when the conception was made
But I remember thinking a woman was going to bred another woman
I wondered if the cycle would continue or be broken
After all life had not come easy
There was pain and hurt and consequences
But the past is just the past
I kept her sonogram on my bed surrounded by Christmas lights in October
She was cute in an alien sort of way
A girl for sure, but like her mom I did not know
For a woman whom breeds another woman
It is special even if they do not show
For part one was an adventure nonetheless
But what would part two bring to the table
A special child is what she is
A special connection is what she needs
For a woman to breed another woman
That's a special connection indeed
She was given a name that was special
In fact it was divine
Her pageantry was amazing
As the bond was formed between mother and daughter
But as the years pass by I often sit and wonder
What would happen if they did not have each other
You see we have to forget the past
Because we often forget the future
And we never live in the present
A woman had another woman
And there both very special to me
On a day when another year passes
I hope they remember each other
At the end of our lives no matter how old we are
ALL WE HAVE IS EACH OTHER'S LOVE

Not A Dream

The day ended with not a soul in sight. It was dark. Very dark. I was alone. The normal melody of the world around me was silent. No movement at all. No crickets in the background to acknowledge the silence. The air became mute. I tried to think about light and all its essence, but I had no memory. I tried to search for any remnants of life around me, but there was none. I was alone on this night. I wondered if I yelled, would that cause an effect. I contemplated what skills I had to create life. I conjured a spliff of an idea to determine where I was. Than like a ghost in the darkness it was gone. I moved my fingers to my eyelids to ensure they were indeed open. They were. I began to speak as if to deny my stubbornness that this was just a dream. "Hello?" I hear no echo. All I hear is dark silence. There is no adjective to describe the sense of what was around me. How do you describe "nothing?" I start to walk. My calves ache excruciatingly. My toes feel as if they are non existent. I feel my feet though. My mind knows there are toes. But they are just not there. My abdomen cracks with each step as if to tell me I am not strong. I disagree. I have no sense of direction. I follow my instinct and I just walk. I am not afraid. I challenge the darkness. I challenge the pain. I challenge the unknow. I walk. Alone. Than a thought. My guitar. I remember my desire to play in tune the Beatles "I'm a Loser." A beautiful melody that I cannot hear, but that I remember and my ears twinkle at that moment. They are telling me, "we are here with you and we will not let you down." I feel the lyrics in my bones:

What have I done to deserve such a fate?

I realize I have left it too late

And so it's true, pride comes before a fall

I'm telling you so you won't lose all

I'm a loser

And I lost someone who's near to me

I'm a loser

And I'm not what I appear to be

I begin to feel indifferent to this world. It's not the darkness. It's not the feeling of lost. It's not even the pain. It is just indifference. I do not question it. I walk alone in the darkness. But I am not alone. I'm just not.



Stand up Monologue

First timer here. I thought this would be like my first time having sex. Let me draw this thing out for you. Lets muppet baby this shit. Prom nite. Limo. Zoot suit. Hotel room. Right. Ok. Motel 6. My bad. Feeling good. Tipsy. Little Ginuwine. You know it, "if your horny, lets do it, ride it, my pony." You feel that shit. Than its wet and I put it in and its slimy and then BAM BAM BLOODY FREAKIN MASSACRE. It was like Carrie, but like Harrie. And the poor little girl flipped the fuck out and went THRILLER on my ass.
Ok. I gotta tell this story. I never smoke weed. Never ever smoke weed. Ever. So Im smoking weed at this party right. And Im introduced to a drinking game called Asshole. Anybody play that shit? What asshole created asshole? Fuck him. Fuck that guy. Drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, and drink and drink some fucking more. Fuck him man.

Thats my time. IM OUT LIKE I GOT GOUT.

If She Had A Daddy (A musical ode)

A baby went missing in the darkness
A baby went missing in the darkness

She doesn't even know what her name is
She cried and she cried and she cried and she cried
She hadn't even eaten during the day
She was sleepy and didn't have her blanky
For the nite had come and she was alone

A baby went missing in the darkness
A baby went missing in the darkness

She slept on top of some tree leaves
She shivered like a dog out in the cold
She cried and she cried and she cried and she cried
She awoke to some noises in the distance
She missed her mommy so much
For the nite had come and she was alone

A daddy went searching for his baby
He knew he never should have left her with her
He cried and he cried and he cried and he cried
He'll die before he gives up on his baby
He'll search till he can't search any longer
For the nite had come and she was alone

A baby went missing in the darkness
A baby went missing in the darkness

He heard his baby's cries in the distance
He ran and he ran and he ran and he ran
His heart hurt so much
He cried and he cried and he cried and he cried
And his heart finally stopped
She cried and she cried and she cried and she cried
For the nite had come and she was alone



Postscript:
Please note this song was written as a metaphor and no babies were affected at all.
Thank you.

Vergebung (Theodor Seuss Geisel form)

A simple reflection before a meeting.
For the future unknown could bring a beating.

The times were grand. But grand used when said as grandiose.
The times were tough. But only when I was told adios.
There would be no more song and dance.
Only interaction via happenstance.

It occurred on a beautiful day full of surprises.
And by the gods it could have lasted till the sunrises.

For in this world we need to clear what is the perception.
We need to live honest and with no deception.
It is not an easy task much like Inception.
But in the end there is always a warm loving reception.

The lights were dim the room was darkness.
If regicide, than death by sadness.
But what in fact it was the contrary.
The proof is me as I write my Bradbury.
In fact it was better than a cheesecake, strawberry.

The talk was hard, the talk was long.
Its true I tell you I was wrong.
Than came humor and remembrance of life's rewards.
And a decision of sorts to sheath our swords.

All in all it was a day of all days.
A new beginning some would says.
It takes me to an ocean to swims with rays.
To reflect alone and change my ways.

I ask you all to live today.
I ask you all to you portray.
I ask you all to never runaway.
I ask you all to be free one day.