had this light blue 69 camaro,
and i was just a young buck
at 20 in 1980.
had this vision
i’d restore it
n make it my dream car.
it only had a small block 307 engine,
but went to a junkyard
n picked up a small block 400 for it.
took the car to where a couple friends
would replace the engine.
they completed the job,
but couldn’t hook up the linkage
to test it out on the road.
so i called a garage
n they came n got the car,
then said they couldn’t do the job,
so, a guy that lived in the same apartment building
of one of the guys that helped put it in,
said he could do the job.
he got the car
and hooked up the linkage.
we took it for a spin,
and it had so much power
that traction bars would be needed
because the tires just jumped up n down on the road.
so, he suggested he’d take it up to a guys house
and finish the work on the hurst shift kit on the floor,
but to re-do the floorboards.
i said, “sure why not”.
in a couple of days walked up
to check to see if was done,
n when i got there
he had taken out my engine
n put it in his car n left town.
reported the theft,
but the cops didn’t care either
even though i told them who took it.
i ended up selling what was left of the car for 75.00.
the only thing left
is the language i can salvage from it.
that cam shot of that dream
didn’t take long to evaporate,
so, maybe this will help bring me another one back.


it is here
around this collar
that it takes
a little slide in the glides
to get to the bottom.
this t-shirt woven
in threads of the white
n needs creativity
to string letters across the chest
in a fluid motion
that begins with an i
n ends with n a
in the color spectrums of hazel eyes
riding a wave
n encircled in a black sphere that spells:



visualize –
this card with a reindeer
standin on a hill
as the fox of all female foxes
was miles out of reach to touch.
it’s all about the tango
of two hearts bridged together
in the inner colors
to sparkle magnificently
in unified spirit.
it’s taken some time,
but this guy
with a nose for the word
is what makes me bright,
especially since i began life
just like rudolph.


this is a music video from one of my other followers on another site. i simply have fallen for her voice. it’s so smooth, it’s like warm caramel dripping. for me it’s has that wanna listen to it over and over again. but that’s me. i’m like that. when i hear something such as this, it has that kind of effect with me. the video ties into it perfectly.


this is where i come
like a bloodhound
with his nose to the ground.
it’s that principle
i take when i walk
into the bookstore,
and it needs a carry over effect.
so, when browsin books,
i’ll take my index finger,
and it will be arched a bit
at an exact moment
when i spot that book
that i need for a refill
and draw that book
to put into my hands.
it’s like going to the gas station,
and putting the nozzle
in the tank.
it’s got the same arched shape
like your finger does.
fill ups ….it really matters i tell ya!!


i like to make connections. if ya look at the lyrics straight up, it certainly has some steamy stuff. i’m gonna take ya in a different take. i hope this sets up correctly the way i have it set up once i hit publish this post.

I like your pants around your feet
And I like the dirt that’s on your knees
And I like the way you still say please
While you’re looking up at me
You’re like my favorite damn disease

(my take: ya can look at this in a muse perspective. it’s got some great metaphors here. if ya take that stanza above from that first line, can be making a reference to the muse being naked around his feet all the while looking up at him on her knees, cause she’s gotta get dirty in order to teach him the muse. and then the muse is like begging him to learn it and then all of the sudden when it says, ” your like my favorite damn disease,” means that the muse has him hooked.)

And I love the places that we go
And I love the people that you know
And I love the way you can’t say no
Too many long lines in a row
I love the powder on your nose

( the stanza above simply to me means that the muse goes everywhere with him that is cool “and i love the the people that you know,” simply means being around influences that the muse has taken him to….like going to see concerts and anything pertaining to the musical arena. “too many lines in a row i love the powder on your nose,” i see two parts with that first part of the line. one is too many lines in a row, can be referenced to lots of reading lyrics and books in a subtle form. secondly, it can also refer to long lines at concerts and such because after all with the powder on the nose is a reference to the muse getting ready to perform.)

And now I know who you are
It wasn’t that hard, just to figure you out
(Now I did, you wonder why)
And now I know who you are
It wasn’t that hard, just to figure you out
(Now I did, you wonder why)

(stanza above, it simply is a reference that he has figured out the muse and his overall creative capabilities.)

I like the freckles on your chest
And I like the way you like me best
And I like the way you’re not impressed
While you put me to the test
I like the white stains on your dress

(the stanza above is quite cool i’d say. a physical reference as to the muse standing out to him and that the muse likes it when he’s expressing. it’s a communicative kind of thing going on. all the while, then the muse isn’t all that impressed with his growth as a creative individual. kinda like telling him you still a lot to do yet. that’s why the dress is dirty because the muse is still teaching him.)
And I love the way you pass the check
And I love the good times that you wreck
(Good times that you wreck)

And I love your lack of self-respect
While you’re passed out on the deck
I love my hands around your neck

(the above one is also equally cool. to me when it says, the way you pass the check can be a reference to how the muse teaches ya how to break into the music industry. in the next 4 lines, it can be referenced as in the muse doesn’t want him to be like the crowd. meaning you have to sacrifice when it comes to being a top notch musician in the industry. that lack of self respect can mean the muse has to get dirty for him too because of his feelings or opinions like their new protest anthem video of the situation in ferguson, “edge of a revolution.” the part about the muse being passed out on the deck is what i see as the muse simply has been overworked. the muse taught him well, and when he has his hands around her neck it refers to the creative bond while both are on the deck getting dirty).

And now I know who you are
It wasn’t that hard, just to figure you out
(Now I did, you wonder why)
And now I know who you are
It wasn’t that hard, just to figure you out
(Now I did, you wonder why)
(Why not before, you never tried)
(Gone for good, and this is it)

(the above stanza is pretty much as I’ve said in the earlier one, but the last three lines seems to imply that he got it down, and why it didn’t happen sooner. it can also be referenced to mean, at least with these lyrics, the muse is gone for good as it’s completed, and this is it).


getting into the hot steps,
ya gotta combine the basics
to get to new improvising time steps
in the shimmering sounds
when ya start with a shiny hardwood floor
in the rhythms speaking the truth.
art and space
in the conveyances,
is to stretch things out in the taps,
and ya just gotta think like this:
each and every time
ya come to the keyboard,
it’s about mapping your heavy metal
when ya let your fingertips
feel like metal striking tips
like a tap dancer.


i was told,
that if i was an authentic man,
my heart wouldn’t carry any sin.
but i keep hearing
people around me say
that someone keeps
taking paper and quill pens
from the closet by the box office.
i know it wasn’t me
getting into that closet,
because i made sure of two things:
i absolutely need …
to keep my insurance policy …
up to date,
and i pray to god all the time.
i don’t understand
what all this persnickety
whining is all about.
some people just have holes
in their hearts,
and it makes working
around here a lot harder
when trying to find great material
for a reality series tragedy.