Tequila Run.

Mas Tequila

Por favor, Senor

Happy Hour at four

Double Tito to start

Mixed cocktail in arms length

Marty tends the bar

Kick back another

Shooting star

I’m coming back for more

Six motitos

After eight call tio

Curbside party

Spinning burrito

Hit me with another

It’s all swirling

Gathering spirits

Dance around my head

I need a bed

A fire red flame, closes out the night.

It’s all out of sight, keeping a worried mind alright.

Mas Tequila

Vamos

Tito is chilled

Coming down like a freight train of fun.

I’m fueled out on the run.

Flowing down a glass

Tequila y Tuesday a la Noche.

Vamos

Open The Sun.

Tall grass, a lifetime of the past

A gasp

Inhale of the passing wind

Creek flowing flapping fins

Where to begin

Take the road

Walked a while in the damp cold

Watching it all unfold

Streaming through cloudy, gloomy skies

Breaching stars at a dawn light moon

Shimmering on

Getting lost in the void

Losing touch with a habitat of misrepresented, a suffocating silence

Disallowed invasion to a door unopened

Re vamped, circulating through cycles

Transmitting signals

Uncharted triangle

Hunted trough a century of hunger

Unsung

Render of peaceful existence

Capturing a moment

Timing the date

Nailed to history

Turning burnt edged papers

A cry rings out, echoing through the forest

Unwarranted changes

Striking Thunder, message of mistaken steps

Deeper breaths

Misguided lust

Lost trust

A misty morning, foggy to the aftermath

A day that worlds clashed

History of a walk into empty miles

Left behind

No time to hit rewind

Keep creating, what you imagined

Live it

Take the mountain, by storm

Keep a smile

Showtime, a stage to preform

Story of a century of trail and error

Sent by default

Tumbling, stumbling, no time to halt

Written in galaxies far from arms reach

Wake me if I sleep

It’s up I’m going to keep

It’s all that’s left

Releasing everything that remains

Time is now.

Sunburst.

Granulated, crumbled to oblivion

Submerging in black waters

Altering the future

What have we be shown

Where will we flourish?

Searching for the fountain of nourishment

Persistent capital punishment

Wrongly accused

Beaten and abused, by a fixed system

I’ve got my arrows aimed to knock down the pillars

Rattling untouched cages

Writing tirelessly in empty pages

It’s been burned all away

Withering away with time

Winking in the night, a fluttering star dangling above

I’ve gave it all

Thrown all love and passion toward the sun

Watch it all burst

Into ashes   

Lifetime.

Tall grass, a lifetime of the past

A gasp

Inhale of the passing wind

Creek flowingflapping fins

Where to begin

Take the road

Walked a while in the damp cold

Watching it all unfold

Streaming through cloudy, gloomy skies

Breaching stars at a dawn light moon

Shimmering on

Getting lost in the void

Losing touch with a habitat of misrepresented, a suffocating silence

Disallowed invasion to a door unopened

Re vamped, circulating through cycles

Transmitting signals

Uncharted triangle

Hunted trough a century of hunger

Unsung

Render of peaceful existence

Capturing a moment

Timing the date

Nailed to history

Turning burnt edged papers

A cry rings out, echoing through the forest

Unwarranted changes

Striking Thunder, message of mistaken steps

Deeper breaths

Misguided lust

Lost trust

A misty morning, foggy to the aftermath

A day that worlds clashed

History of a walk into empty miles

Left behind

No time to hit rewind

Keep creating, what you imagined

Live it

Head Games.

Emerging

Rising above the flames

Numb to your games

Attempting to drive me under

Take me into the muck

I’ve taken all I could stomach

You write another fable

I’ve laid all the chips onto the table

Robbed from the cradle

Your of the handles

I’ve drown in your disgust

Withered away, disintegrating away into dust

Your push your lust, I peel away to the road

Kept you away

Far as I could push

But I known you’ll come back to haunt

I remain aligned

Distant from your fame, a well established hole

Sinking many souls, victim to your games

Your record stands tall

Live for watching others fall

Watching you saturate in your self created muck

Speared by the taunted buck

Just no luck for you

Perish, just as the others who’ve travelled through

Scorching heat, blistering burn

Now it’s your turn

Play the game

Test your odds

Crawling back to the start

Beginning of a new day

It’s your own game, you’ve betrayed

An angel you portray behind

Twisted eyes

I’ve got a surprise

I’m the one who’s won the game

Claim your prize.  

Darkness, and Stars.

Stargaze, morning wake to a slow opening haze, a transition into the following day, a beaming sunny ray, a empty house, cold tile, opened medicine vial, a emerging sun, a swift footed runaway, hiding, concealing his thoughts away, indigenous to society, living from the inhabited land, he’s far out into, the drying land, the eastern grains of sand, temples of gold, a burning light in the sky, blinding white, loss of speech, no more room to breathe, caught in the heated land, a tension of indifference, separating from a common, higher truth, blindly exiting the future of a misleading booth, it has darkened the stars, yet breaking through, a glimmer of reality, loss and fatality. None should surrender, to the grip of darkness, all shall prevail, shine, illuminating skies above, float on relaxed into the white light, entering the night as a dozen white doves, fly up with Winged grace, I’ll take this life in pace, enjoy each visited place.

Eyes Of Florescent Eyes.

“Your, eyes shine, shimmering lights, under dawns black curtain, a howling damp cold, moonlight night, empty streets, spirits dance the air, a moonlight dawn, shining bright, light glowing, a sense of something near, distant dark stare, a look into your eyes, walked a misty hallow”.

Crow's Nest.

Crow’s nest

Gasping break

Last wave of air

No return

Bottomed down

A slippery slide

Heated night drive

Bloody knife

Why’d you come

Where’d you run

After it’s done

Will you remember

What I left behind

Last December

Final moment

Deserted endangerment

Rage to halt

I know it’s my fault

I’ll go back

Back to the Crow's nest

A quiet birth

Chirping

Screeching

Calling for a sign

I know the fault was mine

I see where this flight will arrive

I don’t know how I’ll survive

I’ll learn it through a reset, restart

I’ll always be a wingspan apart

You knew it would end at the start

Back to the Crow's nest

I hope you know I tried my best

Gave all that I had, before I left

One more breath

I sink beneath

Back to the nest

Free The Stable.

Tired horse, a hurdled course of obstacles, a narrow, distant finish line, a nursery rhyme of trance, only could be heard from animal to child, infantile laughter, the wise one has foresight, seeing what ahead withholds, what awaits around this jagged turn, a loose insomniac, twitching, anxious to find the answer, a sable, full of pain, a open lane, open barn doors, kick the misery and gallop down the road, take the turn, over the mountain side cliff, see a valiant sea of freedom, awaiting a lick from the child, raised from habitat of innocence, a free life, from a forested upbringing, the unconditional love brought forth, to a broke world of aching hearts, nibble of a nourished patch of grass, a steady run ahead, to a free life at last, uninterrupted flourishing growth, a time to break open stables doors, a time to soak in sunshine, no more wasting daylight, it’s our band of horses, that can live now, for a free Love, a gift from nature, a horse to ride into light, let it shine bright, keep course and take the reigns. Run! Run! Run! Through to the sea, take a share in the fountain of prosperity, growing a larger role in the peaces of love, gallop in thumping, beat of stallions gathered to ride in mystic burning sunshine, takin the course for a wild ride, down the countryside, of staggered, edged mountains, a sequence of freeing, once stolen life. Live on to your true calling, living for a spiritual symbol of love. Noble stead, to the collection of species among a universe, of war and lies. We take time to recognize your affect among the living, walking, talking blind.

The Doors, to infinite Uncertantity.

A infinite swarm of possibilities, arrive at your doorstep, the execution of the innocent, in hereby mid century square, a hatchet, viscous thirst, living to see the day of a path, short cut, to a frowning, drowning death, gasp for breath, grievance upon the shoulders of the associated, droolingwild dog, fever riddled man, confusing agony of deceit, crumbling temples of conflict, sorrowing, down dried up lakes, dessert hiss of a nearby rattlesnake, a place heated, mirage of delusional, evasive illusion, strikes at a time of melting heat, a trickle of the nearby creek, into a finest hours peak, a crow screech with a tamed wild beak, I patience of trial and error, awaits, a million miles down the road, buzzard swarming circling, all around an infinite doors, leading to a realm of uncertain possibilities, a walk into an unknown void, a peak into the mind, inside a door awaits, open it up take a look, see what’s on the other side.

Firelight Dance floor.

Growing, flowing, serenity in my dance, your eyes gazed in a trance, at last glance into a higher truth, a mellow mood to soothe, I keep a steady slid to the groove, I keep up, get down, and move. A night when the lighting was just right, and the floor was on fire, everyone lifted, enriched in a glowing vibe, a wild, wild ride, dancing into the moonlight casted dawn, a night when everything was alright, a time when our minds were out of sight.

Gathered Spirits.

Tender, silhouette, velvetblue, cotton clouds, stumbling Sun, the morning bells have rung, a symphony of voices from the park, a gathering of spirits, come to dance around the fire, your dreams wildest desire, the courage of chancing it all, who know what next will transpire, around the fire, spirits dance to a beating rhythm, galloping to to the sound of whipping, snapping leather, horses march in protest of a free life, gathering of supernatural, a divine power of nature, a mystic light blinds the grunting white stallions, I father my battalion of spirits, we retreat, back to the forest.

Garden of Lavender.

A denial, a fearless survival, a shimmering glimpse of hope, a scent of lavender, roping, luring me closer to a mapped out garden, dug, planted seeded with Lavender, the crisp air, creeping winds, scurry across the hairs of my neck, a sense of entrapment, I’be fallen too, another slip into a forested, caged denial, a deep thirst for blood pours out the vile, the women of lavender has come to draw a taste, staggered fangs, lingering streak of empathy for the saving of ones moral soul, a gasp, another lost, crippled to the cost of denial, served from the dark gloomy vile of deceit, to many failing to realize, mesmerized, hypnotic, to the point of mind control, you have the option to smile or sell ones soul, to the women in Lavender. Don’t take the veil of deceit, it’s a defeat, with no retreat, make your move, out of a labyrinth, forested garden of Lavender.

Forest Awakens.

A snare of a distant drumming, out deeper into crackling branches, a wooded hollow humming, defying the logic of constant pressure, I feel the forest closing in, vine wrapped, tangled in the woods, open edged axe, sifting, chopping, making way through, to the other side, what does it withhold?  I’m breaking through, I could see the enlarged sun glaring over mossy fields of green, a captivating scene, somewhere I could relate, free your mind, let go of the shadows, soak in sun kissed daylight. Freedom in sight, soles of the feet, swept clean, another climb to the hill of infinity. Put it all behind, make it a wonderful life. Take the map, make a move, take direction, for its time to overcome the infection, that was injected from a darkened fear, a cabin harboring morbid souls, a sinking hole, escape was expected, for they couldn’t protect me from, self driven anguish, to a point so numb, it was I who overcome these odds. Primed, for the highest point period of a time of living, the opening to light is in sight. If I could hack my way through, I’ll make it in time, I could feel it, a distant drumming, the awakening of a dissolving pain, it’s me he one who’s overcome and made it atop of the highest mountains.

Wild West.

Cali got me singing the blues, along the many shores to choose, lay my guitar down and bend six strings, I play to the passing breeze, shaking up the palm trees. A place so vibrant and free. Waves that come calling to me, it's serenityyou sea, a sense of free thought, a feeling that could not be taught, today's catch, wonder what the fisherman caught? It's this scenery that engulfs a sparking passion. Out in the Wild West.

Women Of My Wildest Dreams.

A kiss, twist, flip of the switch, ignition kicks over, the start, of something real, country side orange peel, a dream of rolling home, down the road a lonesome wheel, summer feel, rainy night, it alright, when your by my shoreside, come take passenger, let’s go for a ride, I know we’ve got tonight, that’s right, come along for the uncaring future ahead, a hot machine, burning red, exhaust scolding, a reflection of shared love, we float together on a pair of white doves, silhouettes in the sky above, I’ve be reviving all night, I’m just pulling up, parked, approaching your doorstep, the butterflies are released, the door opens, a glowing face, to the one I’ve come acquainted with, woman of my wildest dreams, she glistens in the night, a glaring star, my ignition switch, the one I burn for, driving me mad, woman of my wildest dreams.

Open Waves.

Flee to, the open sea, waving through, cycling around, habitat of mammals, catching signals thirty meters below, at your beauty a loss of time, it all becomes, a consistent flow, in it's mystic, we may truly never know. Again, we revisit this scene, years between, a memory, so vivid, so clear, I feel the breeze coming near.

Row Of Thorns.

A row of lifeless shrubs, a time of lifeless plants, era of endless political rants, my rights, his rights, her rights, no one knows our rights, for the ignorance is far to greater than ever, so one more time, numb and fearless I walk through the row of thorns, piercing my skin, I take all the pain away from the one who couldn't feel, bouncing back, standing, pushing forward once more.

Waterfront Seat.

Come to me, splash around these rocks, drench my socks, a moment in time, escaping all clocks, a look out into, open waters of freedom, no thought, no worries, just an ocean of blue tides, washing up along the cove, I come to this view with Love.

Take My Hand.

If I was to hold your hand, I'd skip a beat, if I was to talk to you all night, you'd make everything alright, it's in this lifetime, that is like to be close to you, walking miles by your side, holding your hand till the sun goes down, I could see a day when you approach me, long, dragging, white gown, your music plays a perfect rhythm, rocks my soul. I could see clear when your around, holding my hand.