Addicted to Rhyme

Doctor Doctor help i'm addicted to Rhyme.

Finds and Time combined in my mind finds me sour

An hour past the tower of power

full of flour

and finger-licking chicken pickings

mixed in

Mashed potata's and hata's creating new flava's to savor for later.

But to taste Haste's paste riddled through my viddles

fuddles my middles and insides.

Got me riding high on leather,

ever so clever in my endeavor to feather

seats or sheets or cleats or feets or whoever i meets

with Meets and Beats left deep im my gut

but...

no luck as i upchuck this rot pot lot.

I shot on tots and children

stomach rebuilding,

grownups exit the building,

disgust deeply instilled in

each and every one.

Im sorry hun to kill your fun but

I was addicted to Rhyme so

they put me on Reason

and my body committed Treason.

So umm...here's a towel.....

The Drums

The Drums

Drums being beaten.

I can see them

even feel them;

but heard them I have not.

Their silent rumble

resonates in my eyes.

My mind aches for

the sound to prove this reality.

With each resounding pound,

I am stricken.

The drums are so close,

the vibrations are felt in my soul.

Yet,as close as I am,

I feel that

if only I was closer still,

my ears would feast on what they so desired.

And as I draw near,

not only can I feel and see their effects clearly,

but I can hear them.

I can hear the drums.

What Is Love?

What is love?

Love is a fire.

Warming you with it's glow

or burning you with it flame.

What is love?

Love is a river.

Running rapid and bringing life

or drowning you with emotions.

What is love?

Love is space.

It can be wonderous and neverending

or leave you cold and breathless.

But your love is a key;

Setting free my love

from a cage of lonliness

so that our love may soar

through flames, over rivers

and beyond the bounderies of space.