Happy Birthday Brother

Do you words provoke
to hold on what you hold
I've been told
by many zealots
that we are waiting
for our flight from this captivity

I think I can know in my depravity
my hopes have been left in you
I'm stocking up the store house
of our family films
When I was a kid
up until now

I'm turn back by the fountains
in my back yard
where we walk to a path
straight and narrow

Waiting for that which will be
But for now
Let me just reach
Imitate
Take in
and I'll strive to be
what you have been to me
For all them he's and she's

The cracked and broken
Frail and discouraged
Waiting for the dose of happy
to kick in
so they can once again feel the wind
and neglect your Supreme Omnipotence

My friend is bellowing out the birth words
Paintings of Sun and Moon
on dull windows
As we open up the shades
for the parting of night and day
Such a general thing to say

But if you heard Him
You'd think, "No kidding. That's something special."
And that theories just run the mind
into a muck

Man, good Sir
I don't know if your stuck
But if you give me a second
You might realize that your destined
to be plucked up
it's a new kind of happy birthday song
we're goin to be singing

You were once 16, now going on ___... YOU TELL ME

I used to dance in my pants
I used to dance in heavy set clothing
heaving up chunks wherever I was going
I used to vomit objections to being real

I used to keep my hood on
Like Baggy jean wearers keep their swag on
Like the DOPE keep their NBA TAGS ON THEIR PRADA FADS ON
I used to turn the lights out and pretend THIS... BIGGER... BETTER... ME

I used to stand for posing to hate the posers
Loose and fly
walking large and head up
don't let the man see you down
don't let elders take your crown
FOR YOU, ARE A KING

I used to keep boxes on my room of the NEXT BIG THINGS
OH, you did that too
I was all about that you know
I identify with that
ESCAPE FROM THE SCAPEGOATS... MY TOTES ARE REAL

I have allowed my parents to give me an allowance
As "GAY" as they are I allow it
I allow them to give me things
I'm a blessing

I got women with da boots with the fur
BRA, I used to look at her
I got words that need to be heard
I got dollar bills to lite my smokes
and sail boats for sailing in my kegs of miller and bud lites
I'm not so sure if it's going to be great year...
But it's going to be a good night

I have condoms I don't condone for children
But I have birth control in case her body wants have one
WHAT UP?!?!?!
And if she thinks this has plans...
I got multiple so called plans in a black book
That's why the fellas refer to me as "THE MAN"

THE GAME IS PLAYED
AT THE COST OF BOOS AND FEMALES BOOBS
THE GAME TOO MANY DUDES CHOOSE
COULD IT BE A FOOLS FAD?
I DON'T KNOW
YOU were once 16 now going on ___... YOU, YOU TELL ME
COULD IT BE A FOOLS FAD?
I think you could be the next co-star on MTV'S teenage mom and teenage dad
YOU TELL ME

Not Meek, Just a Hero

At your feet
nail driven holes
gripping splinter filled
Tramp stamped by the hammer of a sinner
to a piece of wood
carved for an innocent dying man
for all the sinners
on top a mountain

Trampled by the feet of soldiers and Pharisees
mocked, spat upon, before they pronounced
He blasphemed. Crucify Him!
Crucify the Emmanuel

Thrusted upon, a crown
Thrusted nails
Thrusted on a tree
Thrusted on some hill
Thrusted upon was our death
as your heart beat slowed down
to stop, drop
Thrust in the spear
For He shall have no broken bones
The once living water mingled with the blood
And flowed out

ascended on a hill
then descending before a miracle ascending
mounted for the death pending
stabbed through with dull quivers
up on a hill
shivering from the tears
skin ripped off the back
like ribbons
sliding off the package
of your Easter Present
A communion basket of body and blood

A skeleton of former glory
Before the exaltation granting my Grooms Authority
The story before the Good News story
(whip sound)
taking away the power of the humans God-born
we would call that whipped
but what man fighting for his bride
what true man doesn't give the woman the whip
The Bride was equipped and the Son died
without fight nor fit
He took the whip. He took the whip.

The Leaving Season

We perch ourselves on mailboxes

waiting for obscene letters of home

when home is just behind us

We, the proud have turned our back

from the things we thought would bind us

Like a turtle neck sweater 

in Spring weather

Showing up in a North Carolina Winter

We turn our back a something that had once seemed to serve a purpose

Until in the heat of our anxiety 

our throat says I'm empty

Give me taste, that I may quench thirst

From a house cemented in the ground

With tap water coming out in 3 holds

Be we perch on a box 

Waiting for a letter to take the tired home.

We squat, knell, and pray everyday waiting a messenger

Pleading in an awkward position

People in love keep calling us to a feast 

that'll supply us for this long winter season

But we'll leave bitter

cause we want to be catered better

I live like I dog
Says the man meant to behold
I live like a dog in summer
I'm panting in a regressing beat
The tones of my apathy
strumming me along cursing
The dirt
The beautiful dirt I stand

I hate work
I hate stale milk
and stagnant relationships
I eat like I belong in jail
I hate getting spam in my mail
I hate the three seconds it takes to get texts
I hate that I work out three times a week and I have such pathetic pecs

I'm so blessed at this picture said the moon
I wonder if anyone could this beauty too
What a blessing
What a blessing
Oh, a blessing

DOLL HOUSE

ARISE
you once filled with spirit
marred by a fanatic
dashed quickly into a fantasy
Arise from the plastic

left your eyes
and stop giving up on your story
take off the mask
and say "I'VE HAD IT"

Pick up your shoes
Left the one
comes next the two
Stand together through the door
say left foot to the right foot
I'm tired of standing inside the door
"I"VE HAD IT"
I'm not doing that anymore

Seriously, I'm not doing that anymore
I'm tired of only touching the cold wood on the floor
I'm tired of looking out the window
at living things that are pursuing something
foreign but lovely

The fire might be comfy
But I'm cramped
and this toy house won't let me grow anymore

I'm tired of looking to be Barby's Ken
ANd I'm tired of living the tale
of that which makes boys come under a delusion their men
Not living a real adventure
But crossing truth and lie
women and sin
standing left foot without the right foot

Doll Houses and doll babies

the next lady

enough to make you go crazy

with fake bodies

and hollow nothings underneath something you can

strike cold like tin

She can get as cold as like ice

and won't provide a summers weather

cause we live in a doll house