*|Blood on my shoes|*

im skulkin around got blood on my shoes

got my neck in a noose with nothing to loose

soaking up sound

the hood and the bruise

paths that i choose

elements brewed

by alchemist crews

rocket caboosed cuz I guess

the less hootch ya use

you lose if not bruised

im gaining moons like

daylights coming too soon

slender shadows of the dunes

grow from midnights blooms

i cut right through

make my own room to move

alot of things dousing these days

lord knows i do

see the doom in the willow

the womb of the killer

the red eye fly by

tails light in the night sky

making like a bad suture

im pussing out this kitch

on an early departure

a lot of back slides

so im skitching man, dont bother

park the car your harbored jaw

crack like glass

i evaporate with the solvent

into atmospheric toxins

i been tripping for so long

im only sober when im on it

dont know which way is up

my mouth fillin with water

raining or flooding

or maybe it just in the air

like being in a sauna

a frozen heart now pardoned

a lot of waste no longer garbage

a longer face i no longer manage

a tainted trace

with grace i am vanished

with lakes out the palms

songs and psalms

from hands that yawn

that bend with dawn

and days be gone

and all that rum

and smoke be done

my kingdom come

and bell be rung

my queen from pawn

and rook to knight

to dead crown crawl

my presence slight

I pour and I storm

and I make light lightning

I mourn and I praise

like a stray mazes ending

I gaze and I haze

in a constant amazement

blessedly humbled

by a moments engagement

im up but im down

with a brokeness in the water

ill float cuz i know how to sink

i know my silence cuz i know how to speak

and i know at the peak the air thins out

gets hard to breathe

cant see for the clouds

cant hear for the shouts

but with these two hands

i can feel for the routes

to the islands in the skies

i am fed by their roots

i am bedded down on soft ground

and em branches be my roof

the earth is still my skin

see

here i am

the proof

ending as i began

nothing more

but nothing less

a balance point

of grace projected

i need only to embrace

the honesty of my reflection

let my inflection

bend my perception

so that i may see the inherent

beauty and perfection

of all life

especially my own

may i be given myself

so that i may give of myself

bless/ed be

as always

peace