Taste

I’ll keep you entertained

Playing games with others names

Saying planes have never flown

Rather trains grew some wings

So that people could sit and read

Fly, as their mind moves on to other things

The tracks led to sky

And sky to bigger dreams

Like spaceships

Race cars and

Sail ships

Expanding all directions

But inward

Let’s face it

The race is,

Or has been,

To reach out to all places

Find a tangerine

and taste it

Our senses

Extensive

Not expensive

Just expansive

Ways to relate with

….

This is why spaceships flew home

Race cars win all alone

Sail ships found land

And on that land they’ve all grown

Spaces and races

Are conquered and won

But taste is what taste is

Apples and kiwis

Are sensation related

Words to contain them

A statement relies it

But to say it will ever run out

Is to exclude the human who tastes it

The Unsayable

I can’t tell you I care

But I can show you my truth, you will feel when I’m there

I can’t tell you I love

But you will feel when I move and what I know of

I can’t give you a thing

But I can be what I am, reflect what you mean

I can’t be an escape

We can be here together and heaven create

Make our time really count

Dance off our fate

I can show you the world

Any dream can come true

Any reality you once knew

Is wiped clean

It’s just you

Experience

What I can’t tell of

For words can never describe

This kind of love

Kenny

These buildings are neat

Complex designs create art for the street

Wait

Does anyone see them?

Aren’t they magnificent?

This is a funny way to treat them

Walk in

Great rush

 

“It’s 8 a.m

Fucking 8 am!

I’ve had enough of myself

Come on Kenny

Wake up!”

You see the flower?

I think it’s Kenny

Kenny!

I think you missed the flower

 

“I’m an hour late guy

I’ll give you a 5 if I see you later”

Kenny is a nice guy

Always missing flowers

Always thinking hours

I wonder who Kenny thinks built this building

The rushed

Or

Someone who sees creation in spaces power

The Master

You say you’re the best

You’re number one in life

Just put you to the test

There is no competitor so strong

So long to the haters

Because their game you ingest

You come to me

To play nice

So my game you can see

You think riddles are neat

Something you walk on like street

But my game is no game, there’s nothing to see

I do the same thing

Tell champions my dream

To lay the games down

And let them just be

I agree you’re the best

Your game is so high

I don’t feel the need to a test

I’m not your competitor

I don’t say this in jest

But these games are all won and

Fun is a mess

You see my weakness

I play no game

I stay in my own lane

I love what is

Im grateful to say

All is perfect but the eyes still trapped in the game

Magdalene

I knew a little girl

Who saw the whole world

Except no one listened to her

She spoke with a twirl

She didn’t know what she meant

But she knew it was good

She would come to my events

With her friends until it ends

She told me she understands

But the meaning she doesn’t get

She said the feeling is in her body

And her mind can’t comprehend

Excitement she is feeling

Leaves and comes back again

She doesn’t know what it means

She said

“Please, if only I could see

Describe to all the others

the truth that lives in me”

Little did she see

Her attitude spoke volumes that symbols can’t repeat

Slowly At A Quick Rate

Slowly at a quick rate

Building in state

Growing with the intake

If I see a new choice

That choice I’m going to make

Boring at a fast pace

Enjoyment of a rat race

Slowly at a quick rate

Momentum building

Exploding

Ready to split break

Birth the difference

Move up a level

Finish the room

Then move up a couple

Double the feeling

The approach give it meaning

Like Freddy Roach

Keep it moving

Your stance keeps improving

Without any will

Without any doing

Persistance

Persistance

Slowly at a quick rate

Too Much

I told me I did this for you

But the truth is you’re there

And I do what I want to do

Move to the beliefs I drum to

But if it gets hard

I will blame it on you

Obviously I’m responsible

I feel the pain

But it is you who is response able

A hand written label

A mental note

Reminding me who’s fault

Caught in a loop

I project the key to my vault

Just so you know

Deep down

I know it’s my fault

Dots

We’re a bunch of dreaming dots

Looking for something

Seeing lots

Finger painting

Sometimes coloring

We are the feeling we watch

Bunches of seeming dots

Function from afar like living bots

But we are who we are

We live until the breathing stops

From the beginning we are the middle point of a little squiggle

A wiggled lined

A holy giggle

Freedom’s mind

The dreaming squiggle

Dreamed of dots

To make them simple

Then woke up

Inside a line that wiggles

Every Single Piece

If I could re-arrange everything to be perfect

Then I’d be worth it

Then I would make sense

Life wouldn’t seem nervous

I hate this little part

How can I return it?

Flip it over to hide wrong

Then it will be perfect

I just need to cut this out

I talk aloud

About

“How this bit of life

Doesn’t deserve to come around”

This is perfect

Rather a perfect work around

Parting aspects of the now

A subtle dumbing down

All I want is to be perfect

But the problem is

Not seeing the perfect that I found