Pater Noster, Mea Culpa

Our Father, since you’re in heaven

To whom should I assign the blame?

Till kingdom come

Why must I run

Dodging arrows of shame

Give me this day

The peace of the dead

And forgive me

As I cannot forgive myself

Instead of temptation

Deliver me from deprivation

If they choose not to love

For I have no kingdom

No power

No glory

Other then I find in You

Amen

The Tree of Wife

There is my son a rarity
Which few men in their lives will see
And fewer yet will come to know
And fewer still will come to hold
She is known as the Tree of Wife
The one who loves with all her might
She will shelter you from the storm
Sacrifice branches to keep you warm
In her boughs you will safely rest
Eat of her fruit for it is blessed

But Poppa how will I know tis she
Not just some ordinary tree

Because my son she bears the mark
Of what you carry in your heart
To you alone she will reveal
That which others try to steal
To the world she will readily confess
The love for you inside her breast
While others wither their leaves dried
She remains evergreen at your side
Take heed my son for this is true
There's more that I need say to you
There are those who would hand you a knife
To cut away at your Tree of Wife
If ever you harm her you should know
There is a way to renew her growth
You must repent, tell her the truth
For this is what strengthens her from the root
Then comes the day if God is kind
When your root and her's become entwined
Oddly enough this sets you free
To become what you were intended to be

But Poppa how do you know this is true
Because my Tree of Wife birthed you

Drinking Glass Blues

Some woman done hijacked your life

Why do you blame me for her strife?

You forget I was your warrior Queen

Supporting you through times so lean

Encouraging you to be your best

Your staunchest ally against the rest

Whenever you gave voice to need

I sprung to action by word and deed

Now you claim I've lost my mind

Afraid lest anyone should find

The truth you hide behind the mask

You gave up riches

To keep your bitches

And a broken drinking glass



I understand my King divine

That you are having a terrible time

Seeking someone of authority

To hear you tale and then agree

In your heart you realize

It wasn't me that fed you lies

I nurtured you in truth with love

Empowered by the One above

Now the ashes of greedy lust

Will turn your iron heart to rust

You did trip

Busted your lip

On a broken drinking glass



For years to come you will learn to mourn

Dreams that are as yet unborn

Dreams your adviser cursed and damned

Will be fathered by another man

When she handed you that steely knife

To amputate you tree of wife

She neutered you and your generations

All you father now is frustration

Blood soaked shame

Stains your fame

And that broken drinking glass

Truth prevails, truth be told

The facts you try to shape and mold

"Look at what she done to me"

Such self indulgent alchemy

Steeped in anger set to boil

What, may I ask is your goal

You cannot hide from what you are

You can try but you won't get far

Forever lost

But for the cost

Of a broken drinking glass

Don't Forget to Breathe

Every season has it’s reason

Lessons learned we wish we could forget

We stop trying and start crying

Holding on to pain and past regrets

But if you've ever been down before

You know you can't fall off the floor

Life goes on if you don't forget to breathe

Your hearts broken and you're choking

Back the tears that well up in your throat

So you grab a drink, you begin to think

How the hell did I end up in this boat?

Don't you get disturbed

Cause you can't find the right words

When all else fails

Don't forget to breathe

You've stopped dreaming, quit believing

Will fame and fortune ever come your way?

Will tomorrow bring more sorrow

Or will the sun come up on a brighter day

You think it's over now

Doesn't matter anyhow

But life goes on if you don't forget to breathe

Catch the feeling, start the healing

Life goes on if you don't forget to breathe

Emptiness

I'm lonely
Feeling kind of lost
My body aching
Like a tempest tossed
Around in a tea pot
I try to drown my tears
But it isn't working
And the worst of all my fears
Is that when the sun goes down
And the moon comes up
No one is loving
In my loving cup
A tall dark stranger
By some prearrangment
Will take my hand
And lead me to the land
Of Emptiness

I'm frightened
I've forgotten how to sing
Since there'e no one to listen
Even when my telephone rings
It's just a wrong number
Guess I'll just hang up the line
Trip out and fall
Lossing all sense of space and time
The winds came up
And the rain came down
Grayness settled in all around
Come tomorrow
Dressed in sorrow
Loneliness will pass
Haunted by the midnight laugh
Of Emptiness

I called him
Cause only he would spare the time
And the inclination
To be more than a friend of mine
But I'm not sorry
It works out better this way
Then suffering years of neglect
Who would suspect
I'd accept my sun going down
And my moon coming up
To find no one loving in my loving cup
The fateful hand
Of that strange dark man
Closing my eyes for me
Allowing me to see
Emptiness

No, I won't resist
His frigid kiss
At least he will pretend
To love me til the bitter end
Of Emptiness

Bootleg Fantasia

I was startled to see

Me looking at me

While fully aware

I was not there

On my computer screen

This bootleg version

Is just a perversion

Of your will to succeed

This bootleg version

Is merely a rejection

Of why you cry and bleed

Is she strong enough to be a warrior queen

Does she know how to interpret your dreams

Can she pull the African Ankle trick

Or do her ministrations make you sick

Can her bunny jump higher

Will she go through the fire

To manifest what you need

Does her garden grow flowers

Or after a shower

All you can find are weeds

This bootleg version

Is such a perversion

Of what you really want

This bootleg version

May feed your urges

But leave your belly gaunt

Is she a sunshower

Is she a rainbow

Is she a moonbeam

Is she……………

Few know but all believe

Gabriel 24/7

Gabriel dreams all through the night

His broken wings incapable of flight

Try as he might

He never seems able to get it quite right

Gabriel awakes to greet the sun

Stumbles out of bed

And begins to hum

He mumbles then stalls

Never can remember what he’s trying to recall

Gabriel argues with the telephone man

Claims that he just cannot understand

When his phone rings

Why is he unable to hear the song she sings

Gabriel hungry for the fruit of life

Reaches to the branches of his tree of wife

He encounters the truth

His own pride and prejudice has poisoned the very root

Gabriel works hard each day

Trying to see that everything goes his way

Pay him no mind

He has yet to realize that his eyes have gone stone blind

Gabriel again prepares for bed

The wee small hours are what he most dreads

In his sleep

He reaches for her pillow and begins to weep

Dance Gabriel, Dance

Dance Gabriel, dance,

like a monkey half crazed sick

Pulling your dick trick for

any peanut she might roll out

take me to the ball game

so few and meager

her offerings you’ll accept

the neglect dreaming

one day soon?

She’ll swoon and realize

how GREAT THOU ART

Which is far if ever in the future

While those of us who nurture you in the present

are rewarded with contempt and scorn

For dreams unborn, aborted by the bitch

Which incidentally

is NOT me

Dance Gabriel, dance

waiting for your chance To prove

you can ROCK HER WORLD

Silly woman/ girl, knows nothing

of real time

or place or peace or spirit or love

For that matter, neither do you

of a thousand faces and moods,

and attitudes about nothing in

particular except everything

spectacular and what it means to you

Presenting yourself as a FOOL

pretending to be what you

Are not, cool, calculating, controlling,

upholding your Righteous Indignation

at the slightest provocation begging

for a fight, you a grown ass man refuses

to turn on the light only you can banish

the blight of soul crushing darkness where

fear gnaws at your belly with tiny razor teeth

disturbing your sleep, no wonder you don’t rest

well who could waiting

on the bell that death knell you so desire to

extinguish the fire of rage, at your age you should know

that girl is poison

sang bell biv Devoe

but you don’t understand

that girl is poison

but you don’t give a damn

you’ll swallow poison

wishing your enemy would die

the dream killer, the illicit thriller ah she taught you

well and to fix her ass you live and die

each night alone in hell

dance Gabriel……dance

Emotional Blackmale

Ain't you kinda old

For throwing such tantrums

Please acknowledge

My heart's not for ransom

You can bawl

And squall

And beat on the wall

From now till nevermind

I will never have the time

For emotional Blackmale

All you do is bitch and rail

Emotional Blackmale

Don't you know it always fails



Up behind me

I felt you creeping

Pretending to bring me love

You brought me grief in

Now take it back

I'm tired of your act

You've faked your last heart attack

I don't have to fall for that

From now till nevermind

I will never have the time

No, I'll never find the time

For Emotional Blackmale

All you do is bitch and rail

Emotional Blackmale

Don't you know you'll always fail

I Don’t Want No Girlfriend

I don’t want no girlfriend

Is what he says to me

Then wraps himself around my heart

And squeezes tenderly

I don’t want no girlfriend

He verbalized at noon

Then later on round midnight

Sends my spirit o’er the moon

I don’t want no girlfriend

He told me to my face

Then proceeds to shower me

With diverse gifts of grace

I don’t want no girlfriend

He speaks with such alarm

While reaching for my body

To cradle me in his arms

Well if he don’t want no girlfriend

Which he has made quite clear

If he don’t want no girlfriend

What am I doing here?

Contempt-plation

The sun rose in her eyes and set in her navel

Unable to adjust to the equation

Contemplation a fragile process of

How best to serve her needs

Cutting her weeds to see her garden grow

Didn’t you know the oak was poison

Oh ... you couldn’t see the forest for the trees

Please remind me again of the state

You were in when I arrived in your household

Your domain, your castle where with mop and broom

I scoured each room to remove her taint

Now ain’t it a shame you blame me

For she and we can not move

Forward on a groove

Cause you to busy looking back

At the misery so sweet

Pain so incomplete you thought

That was love?

My biggest mistake, I hate to admit

Was taking your shit and worshiping

The ground you walked on

That was wrong and foolish

Wish I could take it back

Stopped in my tracks confused

You used smoke and mirrors

To frighten me, to seduce me, to distract me

Attack me with my own excellence

Hence I no longer offer you my heart

Your art of war was to fashion weapons

Stolen from the bastions of my own armory

To strike me down in order

To gain ground in a battle waged against self

When wealth was at hand you began

To demand a return to poverty

So this may be the last time you and I talk

Got to walk over glass

Mourning the loss

Lay down the cross

Of unrequited love

Above all else

I must save myself

From drowning in your fears

The Shield

I was his shield

Against a mind field

Of haters, players,

And various naysayers

Now it seems

His valiant dreams

No longer include me

His tree of wife

With the key to life

Tucked safely in her womb

No more room!

The innkeeper lied

I still hear his cries

On moonlit nights

When the acoustics are right

He continues to fight

The sound of silence

His cycle of violence

I don’t want no girlfriend

From what I understand

He tore his ass

On a shard of glass

Off road in the badlands

Programmed to believe

In the bad seed