Archive for the ‘Rhyming Verse’ Category

Pure Goddess

17 Sep

Pure Goddess
Black stiletto, fishnet hotness
Bitch slapped me upside the head when I met her
Gave me some flyers so I wouldn’t forget her
Said my ideas about war were a non-starter
Said I should stand for the oppressed, and fight for the water
A demon in black bein’ taught compassion by the devil’s daughter

Having fully embraced the life ironic
I took a swig of this bitch’s tonic
I listened to her lips
And watched her hips
Lead me back from astray
Lead me to a kinder way
To take and hold a city hall
To build a camp on the Capitol Mall
Adventures in kindness
Inspired by her highness

One part goddess of compassion
Two parts hotness for smashin’
Turns me into a noob
Scopin’ for sum side boob
A self-proclaimed badass
Reduced to a stuttering jackass
By the pure stripper
Jane the heart ripper
A divine paradox
Maned by dreded locks
Black stiletto, fishnet hotness
Pure Goddess

Iron Rose

18 Mar

In the heart of the city grows
The heart of its citizens, the Iron Rose

Angry at the World’s problems
Angry at those who won’t help to solve them

Saving the weak
Standing for the meek

Nightly defying the police
Her commitment doesn’t cease

The crimson blood on her dark thorns
Dripping like the blood from the bulls horn

Beauty and strength
She holds at great lengths

Bringing Justice
For each and all of us

An Iron example of the modern heroine
The kind to lead us from the mess we’re in

To her, our love and support goes
To our champion the beautiful, Iron Rose


18 Mar

It’s cold and rainy up in this storm
The memory of her eyes is keeping me warm

Eyes burning like coals
Leaving beautiful scars across the soul

Scars like a holy vision
Of this lady Madonna slash lowly vixen

Who, with the grace and strength of a lioness
Brought me to my knees with her gentle caress

Now, out in this storm, cold and alone
My pain, my comfort, my memory of Simone

Mea Culpa

02 Mar

I did what I could
No worries of bad or good

To a few it was enough
To many it’s just confusing stuff

I preferred to ride in the front of the column
I would have done it everyday for all of them
(We were a good bunch of bums…)

I wasn’t trying to be heroic
Rather, trying to appear stoic

Like ole Socrates
Who died with a mea culpa plea

Run, Rabbit Run

25 Feb

Run, Rabbit run

His wheels are always spinning
Writing philosophical underpinning
For farcical lack of #winning

He blames Cowardice
For a life, never noticeably victorious
Ignoring his own arrogance and avarice

Run, Rabbit run

Runs from me, runs from you
Always thinks he’s runnin’ to something new

New sunrise
New horizon
Trying to leave his life forgotten

Run, Rabbit run

My Space

25 Feb

You cannot give what has already been taken
If you thought my space was yours then you have been mistaken

You can read my shitty rhymes
But you have no claim to my time

You can live your life with your dread
And the space in between the lines that you read

I won’t lie to you
The underlying sentiment was true

During our late-night conversations
Your explanations of paternalistic ideations

I saw you could nurture
I saw you having a great future

I smiled right into your eyes
My silence bordering on lies

I failed to mention
Crazy shit about apocalyptic visions

Probably insanity
Possibly subconscious vanity

I was hiding from a different reality
One that would have overtaken us eventually

You might have stayed by my side
But I couldn’t possibly invite anyone along for this ride

Like Dante’s ride through the inferno
It’s one-way ride through the whole show

I no longer see tomorrow
Yet, I know, be it madness and sorrow

Or a return of my vision
It appears this is a solo mission

So, my dear Ms. Not-To-Be
I think you can very clearly see

My exit probably didn’t matter
As I am likely madder than the Hatter

So with tongue firmly in the cheek on my face
I would like to thank you for giving me my space

Where the Rabbit Goes

25 Feb

The Rabbit goes where none can follow
Holes so deep that lesser men are whole swallowed

Even mid-day, out in the open,
He’ll make an exit before his name can be spoken

Through the nights traveling below the conscious
He may be peeping on the dreams of each and or all of us

He will give you no magic cake
He offers no red nor blue pill to take

Look for doors and crossroads
Avoid: gurus, masters, or magic toads

In the space between wake and sleep
Just time it right and then left you’ll creep

You can fucking trip balls
Walk in a world without walls

This is where the Rabbit goes
These are the planes that no Man knows

Where you open your mind’s eye
Where you can see the truth and the lies

Through symbols and signs you’ll know
You can learn where to be and how to go

Talk to angels and demons
Bend your mind beyond all rhyme or reason

Just remember to practice good housekeeping
Always clean up this plane between wake and sleeping

Everything that you create
Has got to be put back and straight

Else your visions can develop “mission creep”
From the clutter to your waking life they can leap

That’s when shit gets hazy
They lock your ass up and call you crazy

Doesn’t mean you’ll never be ecstatic
It’s a side-effect from feeling so fantastic

Just try keep your cool
Remember anyone can play the fool

Not everyone can understand
They just aren’t part of the plan

But, you might try running the plane with the Rabbit
Visions and trances can be a rewarding and interesting habit
For the traveler who can find it and hack it

Boardwalk Messiah

25 Feb

He’s a prisoner of voices
A poor sucker with no choices

Wandering the beaches
Meditation he teaches

Left with no hope
He’s knotted up a rope

Witches and nuns
Bitches and guns

He’s planning problem eradication
Through humanocidal manifestations

These Enochian battles
Leaving all souls rattled

As the wheel turns
and the planet burns
and the kid earns…

Parabolic stripes
Of Hermetic hype

Bringing about a fiery vision
Creating his one holy mission

A prisoner of voices
A poor sucker with no choices


25 Feb

Go ‘cause someone told you so
Go ‘cause it’s what you know
Go ‘cause it’s all you know
Go further

True Story, Bro…

25 Feb

A 1,000 armed goddess dances for me
Sometimes she morphs into the Virgin Mary

Crazy shit going down as I lay on my Persian rug
My head devoid of any hallucinogen or other drug

Meditation, breathing, and perhaps even chance
I had lucked onto a method for entering a trance

For days I wrestled with an imagined reality
A blue skinned giant insisting she was a deity

Specifically the one God’s sense of compassion
I argued, logically, that she was a figment of my imagination

She fought to remove my atheistic blindness
And to try to convince me to manifest loving kindness

She told me to keep my heart light
Whatever I do it’s going to turn out right

Basically, relax and improvise.
Exactly what I would have done otherwise

So, be it divine inspiration
Or my own mad imagination

I don’t need to try anything new
Just madly love everything that I do

Did I mention the bitch was blue?
I tell you bro, the story is true…