Please Capricorn God

Please Capricorn God,
don't end a child.
Please again Capricorn God,
don't end a child.
I beg the Capricorn God.


The alcoholics have killed me,
from the time I lay asleep
in my mothers arms on the side of the street
with the officer asking,
why are you passed out
with a child in your arms?

The alcoholics have killed me,
taking me to the ends of the earth
half way across the United States
to leave me alone on my own
to fend for myself
to find out who is who
and who owns me as a father
at the lonely age of eight or so.

The alcoholics have killed me,
showing up to take command
after being vacant on my land,
to push and pull with no maturity
to take my pain to the ends of the earth
to fight over a boy like a doll or toy
to justify actions like you were entitled to a boy.

The alcoholics have killed me,
to have not heard from you in months
to not know what has happened to our family
to stay with elders and listen to them bicker and argue
to point fingers with blame and sorrow
releasing a complete lack of confidence instilled in me.

The alcoholics have killed me,
refuse the temptation to clean yourself up
choosing the poison over the loved ones
destroying everything in their path
including a future with my dad
or forgetting the horrors of my youth.

Please Capricorn God,
don't end a child
We are the Gods of this earth,
don't end a child
We are the only source of love,
we are the only God to answer to,
please Capricorn God,
don't end the children.

Life of life

There is a risk on the other side of the play.

It's dark over here leaping into the depths of hell.

Find someone you can really believe in.

Find someone to really be with.

Make your judgments and send out quality work.

Take notes to send off to the kids.

Leave this place as gentle as it was found.

My battle with fear

I have fear
It's real and not to be ignored
I have fear
It's there and not assigned to destroy.

I fear the things I cannot see
or the things I don't want to see
but that fear has a price
and it weighs heavy upon me.

A fear to live
A fear to breath
A fear to be
a fear of you
a fear of me

The aggravation stemmed from fear is heavy
the weight cannot support the frail structure,
a collapse of effort only to realize it's sillyness,
a sigh of relief to know I'm still human again,
a laugh to remember how stupid fear truly is.

The sit of wait.

I sit

I wait

I plummet the earth we take.

I want to believe you,

I sit

I wait

I await the news you take.

My desires come confused,

Like a mad man on the loose,

Like the water beneath me,

Or the sea that carries me.

I await the things you say.

Apart of you

The stupids rule
like sheep follow
the stupid swallow-
leaving those to waist in the world that hates
it's discrimination at it's best if you can relate,
it's a plan to hold a man down to show ignorance,
a plan to rape the village in order to preserve the colony,
a plan to kill the innocent in order to save the rich.

So why else kill?
Spill the sounds of horror or tears of laughter,
but the tears are from a hullicenagean, a narcotic, a spell you are under,
and I am under this spell as well, as I cannot seperate myself from you.

The one's I want so badly to blame, I know Im wrong.

Wrong like those who claim knowledge,
wrong like those who claim justice,
wrong like those seek revenge,
limiting ourselves in order to achieve...well,
the jokes on you my friend, I sit to spin the word,
but the word is not accepted by you - so just spew your shit
in order to save your ass in hopes for that "better tommorrow",
as long as you abide, a senile man will attemp the same; like that broken record.

Now the tangent is long and annoying,
annoyed at the people who can't hear the silence, don't know silence,
and continue to blame each other for this lack of silence.

I, too, am to blame. As Im am not seperate from you,
but apart of you.

A Stones Throw Away

And where is this one?
this 'supposed to be the one'
the last person who will ever last
or so they say, and some fail, and some collapse.
And how just one?
with so many shapes, colors and sizes
like snowflakes, seperate from each other, but not really,
they are all the same at first glance, and it's all the same now.
Time after time, she is there and then gone again,
I will call her, 'the impossible one'
this 'supposed to be a one', if one were ever so,
I can't believe it because I can't even see it
so again I let it go.

Medecine Bag

The aroma lingers,
drifting my way,
a smell sniffels,
bringing up attention,
memory cells awake,
shifting the urge,
bothering you again,
sending a message,
remembering you again,
not saying anything really,
so I hit 'send',
because you inspired him.