In Every Direction(Junip take)

Your the center and you will always be
In every direction
Seeing stars
But you’re the Earth to me

But an alien called,
Took you in a spaceship
I took another
Hit.

I killed the alien
He wasn’t a friend
Because you’re the Earth
But I think your spinning out of control…
In every direction

Like I screwed up,
But that doesn’t make a match
One point
An idea begins to hatch

To return the point
To win it back
I know I can
For I was her man

So return serve
Spilt step and volley
Tell the other guy to shut up
He’s a loser pushing a trolley

Trying to sell you a beer
For that s his only chance
But I return the serve
Better than a drink’s appealing trance

Stronger than the river

I will be stronger then the river
That flows and chases me
That’s waters depths are misunderstood
Like a miswritten book

In waters that are black
I will be the scum
Waiting to be washed away
Yet clinging all matter of fact

I will be the foam
Of a rabid beast
Clinging sideways
Fighting for a taste of meat

The challenges she wrote against me
Don’t offend my eyes
For she becomes the rapids
Yet I am stronger then the river

B3 shoutout

Sometimes letting life come to you works wonders. It’s funny that we decidedly used this metaphor to elaborate our dear friend, but when we all got our licenses, it fit the best. He got the brand new car, and it’s cyber technologies were way advanced. The car actually drove him. Sure, he was behind the wheel, but he had no idea where he was going. I’m glad he drove to the right place. Best of luck, to my best friend, hopefully life keeps driving us safely home on our adventures through space and time.

EVOL

Have you ever heard?
That if you hurt the wrong person,
You will be wrong all your life
So I’m going to dedicate this one to tonight

All that matters is my thoughts and yours
Love spelled backwards is evol
But add two letters,
And even evol can evolve

Past the symbolism,
Evolving is a puzzle
But when pieces are placed just right
It’s a wonder when placed to fit
What Life can be solved.

Helplessness, call Fleet Fox,
Stick yourself in a box
And passionaltely await until the beat comes
And your feet will start to rock

Then just sway-
Get Carried away
Tomorrow will come
But this is our day…

Except if its raining,
Then I recommend
Laying in bed ,
Bitching and complaining

Swim Poet, Swim

T

Summer’s Sand

Girl, the way you shake
Is sort of like a gift,
If we were playing in the sand
Through you my hands would sift

The sun plays its elongated gaze,
Down on your back,
My hands find ways
Sensuality, sunscreen is a solution for that…

In return,
I get what I yearn,
A caressing hand,
Worries, together we have bridges to burn.

Spray

Do not look for me in the day,
As I am dead to the night
Do not look for me in the river
As the bed has long been dried

Leave everything to all my friends
That’s how the story started
But others worlds halted
For one, this is ends

To dream, to fail to conquer
Yet unable to rise morrow’
Leaving others pain
Granting eternal relief of sorrow

Not understanding that soon all
Will change with suns high arch
The venom in life
Chastised like the ever hated shark

For salt sprayed waters
No longer gave any thrills
So the shark moved on
To land and the hills

He who taketh over and away
Grant this wish
To accept and forgive one of ten commandments
He did disobey

Out of natural habitat-
The shark cannot swim on land
But this was the intent
To be breathless in the sand



For many holes lay scarred across
Heart
It would have been easier to stop
Before he ever dreamt to start


Living easy upon a prayer
What causes others pain,
In salvations armory
why should he care?

Stop, Stop!
Don’t even begin your glass
We are much better without
We can do better at last

For we are stars
That wish to collide
But I really hate being with you with
Those red eyes

So Jesus as witness
I listen to your plea
We shall rise above
Just you and me

So fresh, So clean
Put Hawaii on the map,
My mind wasn’t thinking
But clear I am now
Don’t give up
But look forward, Just as we look back

Chance

Once upon an hour before eight, temptation came and asked of fate
Once upon a night so down, and dreary, would she even come so close and near me
Once upon a rage so blighted, everyone near sighted suddenly became lighted
Once upon a touch so rare, temptation crept and tugged at hair
Once upon the hero suddenly awoke, and temptation gave a slight toke..
But brave new world alas, temptation came and temptation passed,
The temptress riddled and rattled, but her musky voice was drowned and rationally paddled
Down the stream that some call youth, turned to maturity beyond that of an uncouth
Returns the Poet to better ways, enters Chance and soon she filled his days
With more than just an illusion, conjured that Chance offered protection and seclusion
Chance filled his thoughts with new world hunger, But will our Hero fall or plunder?
Mistaken falsities of a begotten shrew, Poet let the new world is ready for you
So Chance can come and sweep you off the court, dammed tennis probs not my sport
Maybe the Poet, will be a white stallion , Chance of wonders, wonderland in bastion
Quoth thy ever fall into the hero’s old depths and into a museum of the decrypt
The temptress queerly awaits and sits, and if she were ever to rise from her eyes rise from palpable slits
The Hero’s blade will fall fast and simply behead the temptress, like and itch, because the Hero hates none, but nobody likes a bitch
Once upon a time, Chance came just to say that the weather is clear, this is our flight, no rain delay

Slip by

Sandals, the grass
Top of a towel
A slight grin
Summer’s presence is season

Beautiful figures slip by,
My eyes covered by shades
Hahahaha
They don’t notice my eyes

To dream, to conjure
This will of perfection
Summer reached, no more inspections
So we dream big, call it inception

Celebrate two glasses,
Pinky half raised to the sky,
The classy thing to do,
Party, to school we wave goodbyes

Hey Peyton

Blue eyes, Light me up
She’s says put it out
I’ve seen that before
And have had enough

But your new,
Il try you
I say my aunt doesn’t have downs
But I think I do

So hold me close,
If I am blind,
Let your eyes
Find and guide me

When you speak,
I take nothing lightly,
I’m trustworthy
And I expect you to confide in me…

And confiding builds,
Relationship skills
That are better than any solo cripple
Walking up life’s challenging hills

Remember: Our song
The climb
Lets create a path,
just you and I…

The poet’s voice

Doth thy wish me prosper?
Or shall I woo, in this state
Either way, Il let you decide
I no longer wish to be with fate…

Dear Lord,
Shall I come before
Kneel and beg you to forgive?
Or shall, I drain the bottle, down another swig

The pain is too much, and all I want is to go away
So will you forgive me?
This drink doesn’t give another day
Nor does the body respond to touch
I’ve caused too much pain
Done too much.

My hands reek of havoc
And I have nothing to show
Just a bottle draining
The tankard of sins in tow


So pass me the bottle,
Down and out
Forgive before,
The poet’s voice can no longer shout…

(07/01/93)

The sun stares
I stare right back
Were blind
Matter of fact

This twisted knot,
Hastily tied, doesn’t give anyone a chance
To realize,
That real guys, Don’t need to dream
We are what we fantasize

But not I,
No, no honor or pride
I fucked up, I lied
I hate the consequence,
She cries

Redeem,
Nothing is as bad as it seems
Forgive, distance and respect
Learn from the past, rettrospect

Goodnight-

Goodnight-
I don’t wish to speak till next day
We had a deep conversation
That started with hey
Goodnight-
Dream it away…Damn

I hate my alarm
Its annoying and
Schools Lucky Charm
Maybe if I lived on a farm

I could hear the rooster cuckoo-
But then my life would smell like doo, doo
Somebody called me immature
But youth should be a chronic affliction, no cure

And I hate the needle,
I inject,
God loves humility
Pride loves a retrospective diabetic

Tucker Max told me to be belligerent
And maybe I hate admitting it,
But party no more
Im going to bed, Until the bell rings me out the door

Roses are red, Violets are blue
Many poems rhyme,
But this one doesn’t
Many people wish it twas
Even though it inevitably wasn’t
Im obliged to entail
B3, MC Mitt, and the Poet
Make it rain
Shots, we could outdo a dead
Cobain
Whose line anyway?
Whose lying everyday?
Damned to the opposed
Enemies, I take off their
Girls clothes
Because Im as bad as a bee,
They probably think they want to sting me
Many poems rhyme
This one doesn’t
Don’t wish it was
In a world of was nots