Series of Doves

FEAR
A RUST LIKE CREATURE
A LINE IN THE DESERT SAND
ITS TORN LIKE SYMPTOM CONTAINED IN THE SOIL TISSUE
PLEADS NO SELF-ESTEEM

I AM MISCHIEF 1/3 BLOOD
WHITESKIN
FRENCH ACCENT
SCOTTISH LAST NAME
MINDFUL CRITICISM OF FACTUAL TRUTHS
A REBEL NEED TO AGREE WITH IMPOSSIBILITY
LIVING CLOSE TO THE ABYSS OF CREATIVITY
IS DANGEROUSLY LEADING TO A COMETS
LONG, DISTANT AND LONESOME JOURNEY
I AWAIT HER GRAVITY

EVERYTHING TEACHES
HOW CAN IT NOT BE SO
WE ABSTRACT BEINGS RUNNING
TOWARDS
A SONG IN THE SILENT NIGHT

I WANT A WOMAN NOT FASHION BY FEAR
A DUSTLY WOMAN COLOR IN RED VISIONS
ACCENTLY RAGGED IN STRONG KILTED SOUNDS
ALWAYS WALKING ON FIRE
BUT IN SILENT MOMENTS CRADLED IN MY ARMS
AND DOUSED BY STILL ATTENTION
CLOSED BOTTLED QUINCH IN SOBERNESS TO FACE
THE VULNERABILITY OF SILENCE
DETERMINE FIXATION
TO CREATE THIS DREAMY SUBSTANCE IN PHYSICAL
REALITY

DO YOU WISH TO SING
OR WILL THIS NOTE
ESCAPE INTO THE SILENCE
OF HATRED AND EMBARASSMENT
OR FAILED DESIRE


MUSIC, WOMEN AND LIFE
A TRIANGLE OF GOALS
TRAILED IN MEMORY
TO FORM A ROAD TO DREAMLAND
REMEMBERING GOOD TIMES LESS BAD TIMES
A SHOWER OF INSPIRATION
ECLECTIC VENUES LUCID LIVING
A SONG OF FREEDOM
A MAN’S MAN
HIS WORD WAS HIS BULLET
HIS STRUGGLES WAS THE HOT LIGHTS
WAYLON JENNINGS

WOULD’VE LOVED TO HAVE MET YOU
OR EVEN SEEN YOU SING ON STAGE
YOU WERE THE MUSE THAT
ATTACHED ITSELF TO MY
SMALL SPONGE EARLY ON IN MY CRIB
CLOUDY DAYS, AMANDA AND ALL
THESE MADE ME WANT
COWBOY BOOTS, SEEK BROWN
TARNISHED WOOD, VARNISHED DUST
TIRES SPEED, ROUGH MORNINGS AND GOD
THE GOAL OF LOVE
THE REALITY OF BEING
WAS YOUR AWARD

THESE SONGS WANT NOTHING MORE THAN TO BE LISTEN TOO
IN A BREEZE MOMENT IN TIME
TO SUBMERGE FROM THE CRATERS OF OUR DARKESS MOODS
THE ONES THAT THE HEART HAS GIVEN TO THE MIND
A BEAUTIFUL LONESOME MEMORY
WITHOUT HANDS HOLDING YOUR LIZARD
A COLLAR BLUE
WHITE STAIN
BUBBLY FURY
TEARS TO OBLIVION
TILL THE NEXT SUNRISE


THAT CHILD
I’VE NEVER SEEN HER
BUT I HOLD HER IN MY ARMS
HER CUTE HANDS AND TOES; BABY LIKE
I HEAR HER MISPLACE WISDOM
IN HER ADULT FORM POINTING
TO THE WRONGS OF OTHERS; FLASHING OUT
SHE HAS FORGOTTEN HER MIRROR
SCARED TO LOOK INSIDE
HER RED MATTER
MAYBE WE ALL ARE FEARFUL
OF THIS VENTURE
OF COURSE I COULD BE WRONG; MAYBE
SHE HAS STARTED SEEING HERSELF
TO REDISCOVER HER UNIQUENESS

EVERY MOVING VEIN
ALL THE CELLS OF MY MATTER
THE ENERGY THAT HIDES BEHIND THESE
IT HAS CAUGHT A WIND ON ITS SAIL
A WHISPER EVERYONE HEARS ATA CERTAIN ANXIOUS TIME
A CALL TO LET GO OF THE PRESENT
REALITY, TO BECOME MORE
FLOWER THE NEXT SEED
WITH ALL THE ACTION OF FLESH
TO PROCREATE
A BALLAD OF A SONG


I WANT TO WEAR A COWBOY HAT
WHY?
I SEE MYSELF COOL
HOW COME?
DON’T KNOW
LIKE A STONERS FART
A PLEASURABLE COLOURED ROSE


I DON’T WANT TO SIT DOWN
JUST OBSERVE THE REALITY
WATCH THE COLOURS BLEND
REVEAL THE WHITE TRUTH
A LIE FROM A SWORD
TRUST THE BIG BROTHER!
IT IS NOT A FUTURE BEING
BREATHE IT IN, THE REALITY IS HERE
CAMERAS WATCHING CARS
PLANE BOMBS KILLING
TWIN STRUCTURES FALLING
PRESCRIPTION PEOPLE PLIGHT
POPULAR OPINION
DIFFERENT SHADES
RICHES SHOWING POISONS
PORNOS, WAR CRAZED, GREED
THERE SINS; SEWER CREATURES
BOTTOMLINE ARE THE BONES OF
THE FLESH

FIRST TIME FACING GUN BARRELS
CRINCHING FOCUS
FORGETTING NAMES
TWO SECONDS AFTER THE CARBONS ARE BUZZED
SENSES IN MY TEMPLES
ARE SUFFERING MY DISGRACE VISION
NEGATIVITY IS MAKING A HOME IN MY STOMACH
DIGESTING GARBAGE
NUTURING ANGER AND CREATING
NARROW VISION
THE SILHOUTTE IS GROWING

FREED WILD DOG
PISSING ALL OVER
INSTINCT SMELLING
SPRING FEVER
HARDEN STUBBORNESS
A MASK IS COMING
MAYBE THE LAST TO HOLD
LET THE GAMES BEGIN


MINDLESS PLEASURE
AN INSTINCTUAL ENERGY
PRAISED TEXTUAL BEING
ETCHING A VOLUME OF STORIES
AMONG SWEATING FLESH

LET ME BE
FORGET YOUR DUTY
WEAR THAT DRESS ON HOLIDAYS
BECOME YOUR OWN
MOTHER BE FREE

DREAM YOUR DREAM
DIVE IN
IT MIGHT BE YOUR LAST CHANCE
MENTAL SANITY
GRAB THAT CROWN
BEFORE YOU LOSE US COMPLETELY
KEEP A PICTURE GO FIND YOURSELF

FLESH HAS REVEALED HER BEING
SWEATING SONGS, SCREAMING SALVATION
HER SMELL REVOLTS ME
BUT I BREATHE IT IN SMILING
FISCISES TURNS INTO FRUIT
NATURAL PROCESS
DEAD RELIGION FORGOTTEN
JESUS HELP ME
I AM FREE

I’VE RETURN TO THE LAND OF THE WILD
BUT NOW
I HOLD A FLOWER
NAKED EVERYDAY
QUESTIONING?
OLD TRUTHS, DEAD SKIN
I’M A FOREIGNER TO THIS PASTURE
I’M FROM ANOTHER FIELD
HOPE THE FERTILZED EARTH
WILL NOT SWALLOW ME