In the morning I play with words
Await the birds song
When sunrise comes along
The arrival of love I long
They nest as I rest as well
Buddhist bell singing bowl
Universe please bring me more
Days like this; I await my bliss
Kiss the Moon Stars and Sky
To this midnight I thank
N say my goodbye
I have arrived from another place another time
Hidden in the stars and in the drifting clouds in the sky
Somewhere in the world’s between worlds
In the Subconscious; in the serene blur
In the complex of simplicity; I have arrived here
In my awakening the clouds crack with thunder and lightning
As I am from far above the oceans and moons and Sun
This place is sacred as well and I shall roam; call it home
Until it is the end and the time for me to go
You will know my love for life; my life is love
I’m a little different and that’s totally okay
Who wants to be perfectly normal anyway
I’d rather do me and me be free anyday
Why conform to a norm I wasn’t born to be boring
I write poetry at 4 am while the rest are snoring
Let today be a beautiful day in either sunny skies or pouring
I aint hustle no more; you do your damn thing
I tried to trust you no more;
Made me lose my damn mind
Just can’t fuck witchu; even tho I was in love with you
Fuck these days; fuck these times;
Raise my glass ; my new girl is all mine
Sip my drank and she clearing my mind
Im not going back to the street life
Not because its scaring me
Imma do right
So my parents aint have to bury me
Why do I love the rain
Does it wash away the pain
The hurt; of living here on earth
Or is it the calm and serene
Drifting into streams
Or cascading lights in the city
Stunning; it’s so pretty
Or perhaps the sound
On the tin roofs or ground
It’s lovely when it rains except
Perhaps I’m a little rain obsessed.
Abbot street; an old opium den. The Sun Ah hotel.
The elevator shaft once brought up. the heroin.
Now your blankets and trash are discarded in the rusted abyss.
The distinct smell of crack and meth house mixed with cigarettes, mold and bed bug spray.
Yet when times were rough indeed we still strived to achieve our dreams through tears and fears and thick and thin.
I watched over you and you watched over me. I miss you dearly J bird; rest in peace.
I’ll meet you in a ghetto in the sky and we’ll put a studio in our trap.
Vegan mango fruit juices and topical tropical psychedelic ganja.
I promise you I’m doing good down here and thinking of you my friend.
For me it’s almost like there’s no one left and I can’t wait to see you instead.
We can view the memoirs of our lives mixed and mastered plastered onto the sands of time.
Where do Angels go when they die? I hope to see you again; in the ghetto in the sky.
Imma easter tweakin rabbit;
wit a knitted wicker basket filled with easter egg licorice hashish;
bouncin up the aves wit it;
towerin empowerin steppin on leprechauns;
weapons drawn pointed at the annointed;
joint lit so tell me what the heck you on;
im on one; while willy two’d three;
swinging a jewly piece;
the rhymes like tom.