R.I.P.

 


 

1939

 

Dark days

Warring sky’s

Danger everywhere

As she sighs

 

Three years prior

Smiles lazy days

Kissing under the boardwalk

Twin girls we sired

 

Those wooden planks

That old boardwalk

I had a dream

We where there cokacola

Past times we laughed and drank

Under suns rays

A beachy maze

 

We drove out to Mira Mar

In our old Ford pic up truck

To fly together

Puffy clouds we steal kisses

Our happy days

 

Diapers baby clothes

And love our Church

On Newport we all went there

Remember, remember, remember

 

The Church at the end of time

 

Then one night it happened

I got a call

Red, White, and Blue

Gave me uncle Sams tattoo

 

Blue

Blue

Blue

 

I left my heart

In defence of the many

Sorrow took hold

Jewel I left you

No return ticket

 

I had to go

Black Jaguar of

Secrets

I vanished

You had no clue

 

Frantic women

The revelation kills

Me so

You ran to the park

You saw two crows

Sail south

 

After two unbearable

Days depths of pain

Her tears drove her

Insane

 

 

Another mission Dover

Sky’s remain

Gray steely sky’s of pain

She plunged to her death

On soft sand and divided

I was once again

 

Forgive me love

My Juliet a dove

 

Yes those wings of

Hate Nazis

Had to be cut down

That’s there fate

 

I was no where to be found

Wing Command

Spitfire roared

To tackle dragons

Our foe

Swastikas I said nine

Fifty fell before I had my fill

P51 Mustang and fifteen 190’s, Messers, and Stukas

Rittled like a drill

 

Jesus tagged em down

While I guarded his

Super fortress

 

Now my heart was dead

Hoping my family was fed

I sent her mail and that

I was island hopping

 

So she could not follow

Oh how my heart bled

Not knowing she was dead

 

Infiltrated the SS

Whisper attack Stalin

Setups where said

 

Traded spraken de deuce

For Vodka led them to

Moscow to freeze hate and

Hell did freeze over

 

Infiltrated to defend Moscow

Then to sneak back home

Then a sniper shot me dead

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Cokacola

She a whisper

a sweetgirl

tipper

 

Oh do I miss her

Am I a listener

 

Black coal

in a African pool

me a tadpole

Just a fool

 

Some day she will step

from her stage of Lader and kiss me

and I will be

a mister

cause I miss her

 

My Marigold

 


 

The Comforter

Comfort is Peace

Comfort is you

Comfort is what makes us all comfortable

comfort is joy

comfort is meant to be

 


Kool

 

She’s on my tongue

Crisp minty gum

Magnetic north

Which is Alaska

 

Magnetic south

Which is ob

At Ladera our summer

Fantasy that we know is

Our reality

 

And soccer fun under the

Winter sun and Mrs. faith

Fish’s on her thruster man

While surfing and sowing her future womb

Cutbacks and sprays

In ecstasy while life

Comes forth and Thomas is

Happy in her tummy

Our little prestly

 

 


 

Soul mate of Mine

 

Our spirits are supernovas of love

God music and nature form its core

We flow through time like doves

A tree of knowledge is our horror

 

Our heavenly father knows you’re like a songbird second to none

In my thoughts you are a river, which flows in my arteries of mud

We failed utopia you and I

Christ our debt to you is high

 

You are rolling hills and deep valleys

Your mind is a sea of endless tides

Your heart is a flame that no galaxy can tame

Our noses are the same

 

Your musky scent I know

Your image haunts me so

Its  you I could not let go

Now the world suffers in row

 

I know your tummy

The light on you in a kitchen

            You sleep deep

You float between worlds

 

 You think best in a garden

The vegetables are surreal in your hands

You’re a living melody

A lady, which stabs my heart completely

 

Don’t forget our duty

Give Christ the glory

Guide souls to the lord

When we embrace its our story

 

Azure sky

Crimson cloud

Vapor daisy

Limbs of oak

 

My dark wing

Disguised as light

Which is aurora

No rest for me cause I’m in constant flight

 

Iridescent spiral

What can I do?

Except grow old

            Without you

 

Your first from my soul

Your first from my bones

You the first woman

Fill my void with words

Cause I’m without you and I’m alone


 

Cause

 

platinum-------------------------------------------> super power

Diamond--------------------->    Power Inflated ego

copper----------------------->    violence                     }   When touched to the skin

Gold------------------------->    vanity

silver------------------------->    magic black arts

 


 

Phony Offerings

 

It tastes like visa

These rodeos and men act real

So many gangs and little circles

Where is my identity?

 

Hollywood and your

In

Until your beauty wears

Thin

 

You are in the wolves’ den

A banquet of light as if a tasty morsel

That’s reflected from others

Pin pointy orbs vacant of care

 

Little Buttercup

You in their chessboard of lies

A conspired setup

Don’t fall or follow their despair

 

Just be aware

The heart of a demonic network

You in their glare

That why you tune out and stare

 

New Age cheese

Parapsychology squeeze

Serpents at your heal

Your soul is not theirs to steal

 

 


 

 

Knights

 

When dark deeds are needed

The clamor of steel

Far away cold hearts are about to bleed

Was Romeo fiction like Achilles’ heel

 

Bring me her locks

I’ll take her lace

Chaste hearts like the chalice of Christ

We fight for justice to not be a disgrace

 

A babies cry

As poor Widows sigh

Enslaved I protect thee

That’s when I die

 

The clatter of armor

So many arrows caught in the fray

Ebony kicking horse neighs

Outnumbered yet remains unsaddled

 

A hero dies

While saving lives

I see a church a the end of time

The movies are full of lies

 

 

 

 

 

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