Slums of Liberty

It's not in spite of me

It's because of me

Sweet poverty 

The slums of liberty


Should I wait to breathe

Or should I hold my breath

Is this oxygen 

Worth more than me? 


I have a name you know

A feigned whore's goal

To sell my misery

To and for sweet liberty


Mother nature knows

Just where her glory goes

This precious air I breathe

She made it for me


She's not your glory hole

She has no whore's goal

She breathes your empathy

Justice is liberty


Your minds will rot out 

Of your shining scull

The wind will begin to blow

For whom the bell tolls


And you will fall

Song for a Child

Another Unfinished Song Becomes a Poem Instead…

Nevermind the scholars

Nevermind what’s said

Mind your mother and your father

Though they won’t always know what’s best


Never lie, for starters

And never say, “It’s too hard”

Listen to the cricket 

Singing to the beat of your heart


Nevermind the castles 

Just make enough for bread

Let your adversaries eat cake

Never let them in your head


Nevermind the giant

He’s only just a man

When you see that you’re a lion

Be kind to all the lambs


Nevermind the preacher

The answers are inside

The reaper is a linguist 

Who survives on mourning tithes


Nevermind your teachers 

Learn what you truly want

The devil bears false witness

To everything you’re taught


It’s good to know a language 

In case you have something to say

It’s good to know some science

To know that everything will always change 


It’s good to know some history

So you don’t make the same dumb mistakes

It’s good to know mathematics 

To count the ones you make along the way


Give every moment your full attention

Always give more than you get

Don’t give anyone what they ask for

They’ll eat what they are fed


Take lots of chances

But do not become a fool

These are just some guidelines

Now go and make up your own rules

Weatherbasket

>>>word>>>games>>> 

The feather and the weatherbasket flowed on a dime

The feather and the weatherbasket owed him a shrine

The tether to the tollbooth was rowed into town

Each measure was measured by a hole in the time

There was…. 

Leven but Leven was followed by Tenneth

He drank up the musical winery

Ninery swallowed all that he ate

He drank much less at the diner

Sephen was short but so smooth

Stricks tricked into the groove

Fife was to die for

Fortified whores

Threesomes too

Sheik hoes

Win

Zero has infinite syllables, and so do you… 

Won

Past too

Minus three

Negative for

All the songs in five

The boring songs in six

Play in eight, but don't skip seven

I did, but that's because it's nine's fav

Ten is just two bars of five, so fuck it

Eleven is the most interesting time 

Did you pronounce interesting with three syllables?

Notice I skipped twelve, that was thirteen, now this is fourteen

Twelve is just as boring as six most of the time, now add three

Thank you for humoring this colossal waste of time,(signature)

IT

It's just another thing hanging over my head

Like a chandelier

Like a candelabra

Like raindrops falling from the canopy

It looks like the end of time

It reminds me of the devil

But it's beautiful

It feels like death, but it's been there since I was born

I did it, so it's natural

It's a part of me

Moved faster than evil 

Fell faster than dusk

Flew on the wind

Till they pulled out the rug

If you stay in one place long enough

Sins of fathers are bound to catch up

Lose A Part of You

Repetition and monotony

In single file I'll probably

Have to ride the apogee 

On coattails of mediocrity


I'll sit here and I'll have a drink

And let it take the best of me away

Today I will let go of my friend

And I will begin… Again…


My Achille's heel is on the shelf

My ex-lover's souls are all in hell

I'm flying high, and I'm suicide

I'm in love, and I'm in paradise


I'm exactly who I wanna be

Protagonizing the story I tell

But I  can't sell myself

My Achille's heel is on the shelf


"The time has come," The Walrus said

"No time for lying in your bed

You gotta lose a part of you

To make your dreams truly come true"

Serendipitous Folly

Candles are a flickering 

Hellfire ripping us

Show me serendipitous folly


Love’s not a gift to us

You're meant to lift me up

Fuck your vain, incredulous calling


Free will is an epic bluff

The ethic of Caligula

Bares serendipitous folly


I only got one teat to suck

Mother nature's Godly love

My swollen foot lusts for her body


Heeds the heir of broken thrones

When in Rome, breathe the dust

Sing me serendipitous folly


Foil crowns shackle up

Peasants draw for plastic doves

A stalemates' peace for the pawning 


I’m only guessing ‘cause

Don't want a mess to clean up

Just serendipitous folly


I met your prophet over pagan blood

Called the mother on her bluff

Ran into the city on a donkey


Can't purge the guiltiness

Innocence ridding evidence

Evidently insufficient and appalling 


Seven years a mirror's shatter-proof

Black cats and ladders move

A rabbit's foot stops the elevator from falling


The prophet and the poltergeist 

Dead as nails and cold as ice

Your mother made a sacrifice (with her body)


Providence needs prudence probably 

I still think of her quite fondly

She lives inside serendipitous folly

Wait For My Limousine

I wait for my limousine

With two thumbs up on a cold dark street

I take everything with me

In a big brown bag at the side of my feet

My wallet needs sympathy

Could you spare some change for a man in need?

As I wait for my limousine…


I wait for my limousine

To pull up here beside my new shed 

And take all my misery

Back to the place where the first man said,

“Money isn't everything”

He never had to eat stale bread

I wait for my limousine…


I wait for my limousine

As I rake up change for the oyster’s pearl

I'd trade just about anything

To make my mark on the big bad world

They say, “money isn't everything”

They never had to live on the cold dark street

I can't pay for anything

So I wait for my limousine… 

My Beautiful Earth Is Only Blessed

When solar rays consume 

the flesh of earth

And there's one grain of sand 

not turned to glass

All that's left

is death

A skeleton in rot

Skull, bones cross

A cancer

A fire

Doth clothe death in proper attire?

The absence of thought

Drenched in satire,

raped of grace

I presume for the sake of what's safe

Dreamless sleep?! 

Ha!

May all who think dream

And may all who dream weep

Death is your shepherd

Who's counting his sheep?

From the womb of my mother

to this?

And from this to nothing…

The reaper came 

from the womb of my mother

And I'll come again, 

and we'll all cum together

Our offspring fly lighter 

without any feathers

The only question 

never to give me an answer

Every memory of every human being 

Every dream

Collapses into the realm of the blessed

She rears her ancient head

All that's left

is death

We've left more 

than our shame in this universe!

10,000 gods left on hard drives

floating through 

vacant space

Waiting for radio waves

For some selfless race 

to save us

Red lights 

propelled by antimatter 

Science… 

for whom we no longer live 

to humbly flatter

Death isn't the end?

Our souls will ascend! 

(without brains)

Fuck! 

"You expect me to find serenity in being lifted into a collapse of time/space without any knowledge, memory or experience? You're telling me the very essence of my being is an inanimate object that somehow manages to stay inside of me undetected my entire life, and I'm supposed to get some kind of satisfaction knowing that it will ascend into an eternal state of peace with my creator while leaving behind everything on earth that makes me who I am?!"

There's no ocean left on earth 

There's no laughter and no tears 

have been shed

She who becomes a pillar of salt 

is wiser than the rest 

All that's left 

is death

For patronage eats the camaraderie 

with carnage

Nationalism is the earth's cruel joke

Religion

…its ultimate weapon

God waits within the great black hole 

that was our life-force 

From the pilgrims of Cavet

To the post-modern information age

Mercury… 

Galileo's last cry

Sirius… my love

The last bacterium in Antarctica 

Plato's Atlantis within

Live in sin

My beautiful earth is only blessed

All that's left 

is death

Can't See Much Through a Broken Mirror

I wish somehow that now would matter

Hierarchical doom climbs a former latter

All those years weren't gone forever

Its lens could project on a film less shattered


Alas the past is broken glass

I wish that I could see it clearer

All the hows and wheres and whens

I can't see much through a broken mirror 

I can't see much through a cloudy lens


I wish there was no gore or glory

Hell would make for a simpler story

Heaven could be a little closer

Now wouldn't be stuck in purgatory


Fix it, please, or don't and appease me

Make it over...

Blink Blink

the vagabond philosophy

takes the yellow brick road

to get a frontal lobe lobotomy 

i'm a poster boy for hypocrisy 

preach the gospel 

of the wild, hostile breed


but i'm a billboard for monotony 

the starving artist's broken creed

the objective-subjective dichotomy

to make a living or live on the street

to make life speak

with clinched fists and ground teeth 

hide or go seek

blink blink


another day, another dollar

fury for fodder 

no marriage and no mortgage

and no son and no daughter


oil the industry

tap your feet

blink blink


i work all night

and i work all day

i'm wasting

just wasting away

i have no point, no purpose, no game

i have nothing

oh nothing else to say


here comes johnny

go johnny go

all work and no play 

makes jack want to smoke

jack fell down the hill

jack has braincells to kill

jack! get cash! go buy some dope!


goodbye high hopes

goodnight cruel world

tighten up the rope, jack

or hit the fucking road

The Sounds of Progress

I used to believe politics was important. Each election, I wrote something & emailed it for humans to read. Turns out, humans don’t like reading.

This time, I recorded a spoken-word poem & set it to music. It was very popular. It won awards & was featured in New York Times & Oprah. Just kidding. Nobody listened to it.

This was written & recorded before 2012 election

 

progress:


progress certainly seems like a simple thing

and by all rational means, change is progression

the past preserves its lesson

and then repeats itself in so many ways

if change is simply day by day,

then on a massive scale it should move both ways

from the beginning to the end, 

and that's all the mind can comprehend

as the illustrious "they" say, a ripple may become a wave

and on the same scale mentioned previously, 

infinitely, potentially every day is a new wave

progress has no ownership, no worth, 

and no value to the apathetic mind

and, in kind, no one has reason to have empathy, 

except instinctually for the benefit of life

guilty by association not by proclamation

not by reiteration of the same feigned lameness

that grazed the mind's foul senses 

and contrived one absurd consensus

this being the assumption that somehow there is some true morality

and for some god awful reason you think you've found it

you've grounded all these unsound judgments

with the sounds of a world so far beyond it

in a world of infinitely stagnant politics

these thoughts are detrimental

the political beast is stuck in the middle

of impartial bliss and such partial biases

that seemingly deny the wills inside us

to carry on without the pseudo-apocalyptic dramas

and fear-based fury -corruption that taunt us

logically, our crimes will come back to haunt us

but why proclaim to know why, if knowing never solves the problems

ultimately, rationality will solve this

but only temporarily, for every generation must re-make the cure

and the cure, historically, is abrupt, not subtle movement

evolution is not fluid, through and through

if anything can be trusted, history must be trusted

historically, youth must make every progressive change 

the only change that lasts

time and time again, the youth fail us, apathy prevails

and the youth become the masses

the miscommunication must be a concept brought on by man

this awkward place where life began

it's a strain on the human mind

but surely brings about some truth

seems to bring about all lies

but why an awkward subject? 

why look above us, why not look all around?

these sounds are sounds of sound judgment

take this factually biased subject and make an example of it

although these laws of science can change, 

and may change again -from it

we've gathered where life began

the same way a chemist prepares his lunch

the universe throws earth a punch

unicellular organisms in a crunch -multiply

before our eyes

long before eyes, we multiplied

again, we multiply

and again, we are blind

and those who don't understand it

demand to revolve our world around the demise of progress

and those who may remain lost in the process

intend to keep the world the same

in the information age, nothing stays the same

conservatism by definition is the 

tendency to prefer an existing or traditional situation to change

in the information age, nothing stays the same

conservatives fought to keep the blacks enslaved

fought to keep woman caged

and now conservatives fight against the gays

the civil rights movement will never end

gays will have equal rights

social conservatism will bend again

the corrupt and unjust may pretend

in the long run, we all know who always wins

there's a train wreck on the move, from sea to shining sea

I’m not whistling dixie as these people speak for me

middle class slats sippin' coffee instead of tea

well I ain't on your holster, my heart's not on your sleeve

taxation without representation surpasses and defies 

the fury that flaws your filtered cause

the means don't meet their mode 

in the reprimands of human law

name your party after an historic revolution 

and you think you're clever

you're still a yankee on a pony 

now you're richer and redder

tip your ivy league hat that you wear like a feather

hold on to your wealth, and bury all your treasure

you're outnumbered, no bigger and no better

our lust for a god we trust, in god you must not be allowed

to fly so high and stoop so low, yet you can smile and take a bow

perch atop your treetops, and pretend you trickle down

pretend you trickle down

there was a time when a man could say

if you're a young republican you have no soul

if you're an old democrat you have no brains

well times have changed

but why proclaim to know why, 

if knowing never solves the problems

ultimately, rationality will solve them

the founding fathers were deists and agnostics 

who believed in progress

in the process of amending the constitution, congress

was sworn to the separation of church and state 

that must never be lost

the tea party and evangelicals are synonymous

if you believe in fairy tales, keep them out of politics

evangelical red, force-fed

feed me christ and you can clean up the mess

every year the church apologizes for denying 

and often persecuting men of science

although conservatives are always years behind us

social conservatism is never right

right.

you can say tomaaato and I’ll say it the right way

an apple and an orange both digest in the same way

we have progressed to the point in history

to know that old literature doesn't dictate our future

we are the products of genetic defects

every day our genes mutate

every day can effect the future of the human race

good and evil may be defined, for reference 

what no human mind can attempt to define in one sentence

what can never truly be spoken, what can never be written

the concept of good, whether innate or god-given

will be defined as assisting in the survival, 

progress and evolution of life

this ideal surpasses race, gender, 

sexual preference, religion, and social status

because progress in an expanding universe 

is universal

when deciphering our universal problems

listen to the sounds of progress

when electing your officials into office

listen to the sounds of progress

listen to the sounds of progress

Elephant In the Room

Elephant in the room

Is everything I ever did

It's holding on to every word

It hasn't forgiven, and won't forget


Along comes the scapegoat

Billy G. Gruff on the bridge

Accidentally burnt it down

But TRIED to build it back again


Apparently these mistakes are a feast  

For a drove of starving pigs

They've devoured all the meat

But still have bones to pick


By the hairs of every little piggy's 

Tittle-tattling cliquey clique cliques

Says the wolf, "I can only take so much

Before I just blow the fucking house in"


For truly, a sheep in wolf's clothing

That's who the 'Big Bad Wolf' really is

He's just realized the house was worthless

The piece of shit was made of sticks


This sheepish, scapegoat, wolfman

Is used to being called a dick

For his inebriated mishaps

And his stark abrasiveness 


But for every bridge burned

I've had to swim beneath it

That shallow water under the bridge 

Is just piss in the wind


(If the house was worth a dam

They wouldn't have built it out of sticks

If the waters had any depth

They'd have built a better bridge)


Elephant in the room

Remembers everything I ever did

I never meant to hurt it

All I've tried to do is be its friend


The moral of the story

Is live and let live

Don't dwell on childish things

And don't be a pretentious douchebag prick

N'woleans

Appears on a whim

Promised myself as a kid

Do what the soul wanted 

Not what the lowell did 

Fore the hourglass fills to the rim

Live it up before it descends 

Twenty seven is well on the bend

For heaven or hell, wherever and when

I didn't come here to begin, alas

To get lost in a wash of Shakespearean sin

  I can't!

Settle down on a cloud too content

I won't be!

Wound by the bowels of judgement 

Fore the last of my past reinvents

Itself 

Fore the demons retreat or repent

I will

Live for the lust you resent

Until

The thought of a shot to the head may contend

Still

By my own hand, how it lacks what it lends 

Instead of death, I promise myself

Again

Fore it all ends…

Take my withered old soul back down to New Orleans

Desire Magnolia's

e'rise devil

  no, devil I live

  evil a'never even  

  alive desire


yo-j-ho!

hay yo!

brews nay fee?

beer tab on me?


worse me be.

I died. I see.

be no trade.

no sail on game.


  rise devil

  a'never even alive

  desire magnolias

  one dart. one bee-side.


I die be me's. 

"row 'em; nob a tree."

beefy answer, boy.

"yah, oh, joy."


  e'rise devil

  a'never even alive

  evil I lived on

  live desire

RIDE

ride.jpg

enslaved by the anarchic ride, for life and love

indentured to the road that stares back at us

how many detours there have been

and how many more there will be, still

we're closer, getting closer

we've stopped counting the potholes 

and begun to pave them over

no matter where we go

no matter why

we will ride

without the promise of streets paved in gold 

we ride, only for resolution

to paint our own road home

wherever that may be, whatever we may find

as of yet, there is only an empty canvas

there is no truth, there are no lies

there is only life, and love

there is no eye for an eye

only dust to dust

we will ride through remission 

we will ride to redemption

we will ride for love, aimlessly 

not to fret about love lost, no matter how heartless and narrow

no matter how deep or shallow

we will ride through it's scorn on a broken arrow

for the blind pursuit of some kind of unabated love

no matter how unforgiving

as long as we're alive

we'll live for the sake of living

we will ride

our wheels are forever turning

our hearts forever racing, hanging from threads

from the incarnation of our empathies

our wary heart's forever longing

we lay beside our affinities 

at the new day dawning

it's never been about where we're going

it's all for a love we've never known

it's never been about knowing

there's no use knocking on an open door

for life, for love, forever, round and round we'll go

why should we stop when there's a place for us to begin?

why start all over again?

no matter how numb, we will still feel the pain

no matter where the road fills up with rain

no matter where the road ends

the river's still flowing

no matter how the river bends

we will ride into the ocean

we will guide our maker's pen

not to tempt, but to provoke it

filling in a world of black and white

with the most vibrant colors on its palette

even with our sails abated of wind

we will not remain stagnant

no matter where or when

if the storm ever hits

if we lose this fortitude

and the comfort of our ship

we will swim

no matter how tattered and torn

we will ride out this storm

as long as the moon begets the tide

we will ride

some will live, some will die

we will ride the ripples in their wake

one day we will make it to the other side

right now, we'll ride for what can never be replaced

we'll ride forever, for our own sake

no matter how unforgiving

as long as we're alive

we'll live for the sake of living

as long as we ride, no matter the cynic

we'll find providence at the end of an endless mystery

as long as we're alive

we're writing history

as long as we're alive

we will ride

Ride cover by Robert S. Sallee, LaSalle’s father

Ride cover by Robert S. Sallee, LaSalle’s father

Hunt or Go Seek

HUNT


Dissect her puppet, too

Call me my mix words war


Damn these words

Web cages do more


She sings war

The hunt went to her feet


Long feet to bag

This secret hidden in me


Dumb denial

Hunt me

Pin the rope and herb

Hunt or go seek





OR GO SEEK


My commercial pop words with mixed up letters, as


These words become word games, and 


When these wings turn to feathers, the


Secret to finding the gold beneath me is


Hidden in the pop album number three, and

Hunt or go seek.


In Here

Poem originally written in 2010 in East Nashville then turned into a song in 2024 back in East Nashville

Leave me in here with my paper and pen

No need to make plans, no need to make friends

In here I don't hear the world spinning by

In here it begins, and in here it will end


In here, I'm old, withered and grey

In here, I'm still a small child at play

In here it can be either day when it's night

Or night when it's day


In here, all my anger and all of my fears 

Are blank checks 

Scapegoat the world as it appears -from here

All my dreams come to life

With or without the rear-view mirror 

Everything is clearer in here


In here all my heroes are heroes again

In here all my lovers and all of my friends 

Are still here 

The way I wish to remember them


In here, I don't have to pretend

In here, if I'm happy the sun will shine bright

If I'm not, the lights will dim

In here it begins, and in here it will end

 

July 27, 2024 I made this 2010 poem into a song, recorded, mixed & released in on youtube with video of the 2 vocal performances:

Only Hope to Find It

i only hope to find it

a place like nowhere else

where the world turns slowly

people don't do things by themselves


i only hope to find it

a time with eyes not cross

not a moment to worry

not a moment lost


i only hope i find it

to appease my broken dream

find royalty in my virtues

and humility in my queen


i only hope to find it

with sanity not out of context

fulfill a fantasy from its incarnation

with which retains a family's conquest


i only hope to find it

i only hope it's not far

the sun sets beyond the aether 

with nothing less than a new dawn


i can only hope to the world 

and the sun and the stars

that when i find it

i’m not gone

Day We All Make Love In the Southeast

Sour mash and fiberglass

Not a product of my making

I drive, instead a 'vette to bed

Let the bourbon shake me

Live it up, buttercup

Nashville, you must know

I love my neighbor half to death

My old Kentucky home

Let's drive into the eye of the twister

Live or die, we're going down in history

Settle down below the Mason-Dixon

Start using words like ain't and fixin' 

Alabama, baby

You got a lotta nooks and crannies

I'll be hiding on the island

In the gulf of the Atlantic

New teeth, new lights for my outhouse

And I got my first new pair of shoes

I got a banjo on my knee

And a jar of homemade booze

You and me floating down the Tennessee meet

I try to scrape the scum from my feet

When I'm done I grab a gun and make a feast

That's the day we all make love in the southeast

The Smog Covers North Nashville

look a girl straight in the eyeballs and you can tell

how evil she really is

the smog covers north nashville

i look down on the morning light and it's all a grey area

if she smiles and it looks too good, she's probably made of stone

i bet she doesn't wear her wedding ring when her husband isn't here

i bet she sees him clearer when there's a sun in the fucking sky

i bet she'll always lie

so i can fornicate with oblivion until the clouds hang so low that i'm above them

i'm on the 8th floor

there's no reason for me to be stuck below them

i don’t think i should see her anymore