black coffee pounding def beats through my veins a jazz rift drifts like dead flies against the newscaster’s sand blasted voice scratching head lines across my brain.

senior prison officers pimping passes for pussy, didn’t see that one coming, male guards female prisoners human beings in READ MORE

Her breasts bounce in step with each step on the step master they bounce,

Like over-filled water balloons on a string, they bounce.

Sweat drips slowly between her crevasse

We lick our lips like on a hot summer day, standing before a merchant’s stall of freshly cut water READ MORE

It isn’t nice to be naked. Two live wires,

hot, exposed,

to dangerous to touch together under the night sky.

Dark, unyielding, no moon to light the way toward salvation and bliss.

A kiss delivered on velvet lips awaiting the morning dew

to deliver parched lips from a thousand nights READ MORE

III.  in search of peace

I searched for peace but could not find her on the troubled city streets

I climbed a mountain seeking peace in the clouds, but saw only gun-smoke rising from heated barrels

I listened by a babbling brook for peace’s soothing song, but heard READ MORE

Here’s a words over music piece I am working on with RJ Productions:

how sweet she might smell

i am a man at peace with my lust how else can i be human?

sometimes i feel like the endless cacophony of her words are crushing me

sometimes i fell like the endless silence of her cold shoulder is deafening me

one day i took beauty in my arms; she had perdition on her breath and her touch was salvation

so i assaulted her.

i am tired of  being a prisoner shackled by time, held in place by fear, brainwashed to believe the should’s and should not’s while my inner self screams be true to yourself fight the good fight and the universe will reward you if you follow READ MORE

cotton ball clouds float panorama patches blues green fields spring anew

african people to drink still muddy water walk four miles a day

bare tree alone stands spring time leaves no fruit to bare roots dug deep in time

blank  pages opened shuffled like cards aces and deuces wild

shall i fill them up like joanna beneath the stars leaned back against the monkey bars

of our youth? how she tasted sweet then, her pages easy to fill

the thrill of a first kiss more mysteries revealed READ MORE

i want to know the story written in her sad, dark eyes

i wonder why she cries at night, her sad, dark eyes

never smile, but captivate, trance like pleading, needing

sad, dark eyes i want to know the pain they hide and hold

the softest touch the tilted READ MORE

Got my Lucky Strikes and Jesus doll Pinup girl in yellow shorts pouts love Through lips red as the dawn sky on The fourth of July, I’m ready to roll

Cowboy hat no Texan to stand Jack Daniels and Coke drank separate like a man, I READ MORE

The treacherous fucking snakes will sell you out in a heartbeat although you might not be watching them, they sure as fuck are watching you, waiting for an opportunity to bite your heel and watch you fall and wriggle in the dirt crutching your heart READ MORE

she sits at the back of Starbucks and stares at the door, poised in anticipation of her prey

she does not blink she does not drink

her coffee goes cold

she could be an exhibit in Madame Tussauds i want to touch her to see if she is READ MORE