The Natural Resound- Born Ear to Sound

Hoe hoe hoe Down Vanier parkway The gift of love Is the apparent partay You can bust a nut On the sugar queen swirl Or give back to charity In the crackhead world If it’s broke, You fix it Simple and done But their time is a mission And they sell their buns Where a heart string creaks And Brook sold her pearls A thief sold his crack Then pimped out the girl Hoe hoe hoe Down Vanier parkway Could we ever find love And bring back Sunday? It’s now a confession Of too many crimes Indifference is deliverance When you watch people die An ambulance for Murphy A wagon for joe These are the homeless With no where to go. We see city taxes As a way to brighten our world So we stomp down on trash And ambitiously hurl Do we make the effort To show we are afraid What disgusts us distrusts us And they hide in the shade Could all this money Go to a wage? Prisons and shelters And services made? Can a sl...

Poetry Night Birds flown the coop How low could they stoop He only wrote a song And they fucked up his poop They made him wail For his art was stale And kept his shoes To curse his trails No more than a point Delivered to a man Who banked his dream On a note he could land Now the patrons all fall As time robs them sober And a new singer arises To pass time over By time and time Again and again Only some want the attention A performer can win To sing words that are groovy Satisfying and soothing Tip chords of delight And get the audience moving You can hear the profane To the sound on the stage A poet plays his part As the night turns its page  Be it the grunge or the grit The hook or the hit Some voices crawl further Carrying rhyme with their wit But when a silence holds tone And the barkeeper moans They look to the list That is not set in stone Who would be next? But a man of no wits ...

I am your nightmare when the soul is out of position A dream within a dream now faced with submission. Turn the key into the hole, surprised or confusion? Either path leads you into a well of illusion The sound of laughter irks the skin. Look upon the hatter can you wear his grin? Smiles with defame, voice wretchedly crawls. He sits all high absent of soul. What road was he on that made him insane? Do I see my own reflection? From him can I gain? He calls onto me 'Step into the light.' I shudder with fear face now turning white He offers a game says if I lose I'll be maimed. If there's a happy ever after what price will I pay? 'Sit down' he murmurs. I approach and I listen. There are presently three cards and a fourth that is missing 'You must choose a high and a low, and the missing card can't be above or below' I picked up an ace followed by a king. ...

Ride that motherly womb That tank And inside is virtues captivator  No male between women But a jaunted eye Between Her fatherly figure Controls and compels all actions of Beauty She could only use the children To reload her thoughts Vessels unspilled Taste so machine Inside the womb All minds were once clean

Curse his eyes The demon witch! Halo of flies Some wounds won't stitch The lies he'd teach If only heaven would breach A Cursed mouth That Harbors on the weak He is the demon witch Not one to travel But on the road he lives The lies he can ravel And turn your day to shit He can troll your guts out With acts impure He can turn you to a toad Or a pile of manure Curse the demon witch! A thousand insults Are better than wit Preacher of hate And he laughs at it The bride of this witch Is a terrible bitch She waits and lingers For his terrible fingers And dwells in pain Ritual dances for rain She has her faults Counts of aggravated assault  They hate together Through endless weather A bond that was shaped On their first murderous rape They laugh at time Which defeats the best They've made no friends Due to constant detest His eye will itch He says fuck da bitch Visits his best friend Mi...