you are god’s finest work, you are his art
when he made me he goofed, had to restart
to make up for the gaffe, he gave me a heart
so big and strong it must be wheeled in a cart
to be showered on all others, not sold at wal-mart
large enough for anyone’s lives torn apart
to make a new beginning, to make a new start
while you can get away with a tongue that’s a dart
you’ll always be forgiven for whatever wart
for you are his masterpiece, his finest work of art
the heavens opened up and have given me this gift
to pen these missives whose intent is to uplift
sow peace in this world and try best to heal rift
bridge chasm of mistrust, the truth and lies to sift
help everyone get a second chance,
not just give short shrift
let everyone see eye to eye,
let them catch each other’s drift
patience is key,
these things will take time
there’s no need to be swift
why spend on hoopla
for the work to be done,
it best to exercise thrift
to the opportunists who
seek gain for themselves,
those about to grift
be best beware of the
changes to come,
what’s known as the planetary shift
where i once used to think i was the chosen one,
an idea now long since pfft
there is no loss for me over such a role,
not even am i miffedÂ
for to claim to be the messiah, surely i would have whiffed
struck out badly, not to think of those who’d feel stiffed
we’re all in this together,
no reason to be lost,
be cast adrift
with love as our guide
we can change what’s inside
hearts and minds we can all lift
…..feelings numbed….depression…….
…….thoughts curbed….suppression……
….freedom caged…..oppression……
……body squeezed…..compression…..
…….love drowned…….repression……
LIFE LIVED!!!….EXPRESSION!!!!
Tale Told. Impression.
biped, bidextrous, biracial, bicultural, bilingual, bipolar, bi, bi
Now that I’ve been dumped by my ex
I think it’s time to try to be vexed
By having a love not of the opposite sex
What would be the fuss, is there a hex?
Of course there’s a hurdle, a mind to be flexed
But if anyone calls me a fag, they will all become wrecks
He must be good looking with fabulous pecs
I don’t care if he’s white, black or a Tex-Mex
My question though is this: will I be the lamb, or T-Rex?
To Frisco I shall then go, where my body directs
And write of this no doubt, put it to text
This all part of my journey, me and my treks
BIHOLER
May 18, 2005
Wednesday
10:00 p.m.
ravenous is my appetite
for your sweet which i intent to bite
send you to orbit, higher than a kite
finished off with a marlboro lite
do all over again all through the night
or until i go blind, until i lose my sight
if there’s one good reason why my heart should beat
if there’s one good reason why when you’re near i’m in heat
if there’s one good reason why i shall never accept defeat
if there’s one good reason why i would sacrifice a fleet
if there’s one good reason why my life i would deplete
if there’s one good reason why i don’t care what
next life i repeat
if there’s one good reason why there’s no one else
i care to meet:
it is because i met you and my life is now complete
when I see her face I’m reminded of spring
the season of fresh beginnings and new life it brings
my fall from grace has hit me to the core
but when I see her smile I want to give it a try once more
i’ve been told over again the world hasn’t come to an end
it has now felt that way because in her is a good friend
when I see leaves grow back on the barren trees
i’ll always remember you Katie for you’ve given me the keys
while I now may not be in the best of plights
seeing your smile is reason for the demons I must fight
to make a change for good, rise up from the dead
live life anew, for my soul’s been nourished, its been fed
in my darkest of hours, she was with me, she was there
that she too had problems herself, i didn’t seem to care
and together we laid in a bed, in a hollywood motel lair
and went on our separate ways, our own lives to repair
months later i get an e-mail from her, all in despair
"i’m having a child by you, remember the night we paired?"
i said what do you want me to do? i’m ill, going nowhere
and so she took care of it all. an abortion? au contraire
she brought a boy into this world, with no malice,
which is quite rare
while he was growing inside of her, i spent time in a
place of stale air:
a jail cell with thirty other men, with hardly
any room to spare
i told my girlfriend of a long time what i ought not dare
she told me "what the hell kind of man are you,
some kind of corsair?
and bring an unwanted child into the world isn’t
right, just wouldn’t be fair"
it seemed the only thing to do at this point was just
pull out all of my hair
my boy’s been adopted by someone, don’t know whom,
don’t know where
when you grow up my son and seek out me,
please do not glare
for you are gift from the lord above, just like
a thoroughbred mare
and when the day comes and you ask me why it was,
trust me for all that i bare
how i wished things were different, but with what
is there to compare?
you are here for a reason, perhaps with me to pare
the mystery of life and all she doth bring,
just like Baudelaire
i haven’t stopped on my journey, and at night
i say a prayer
of thanks to your mother, whose graciousness are
like an Astaire
and how blessed i am you’re in this world,
someone at whom i’ll soon stare
as light shines upon your luminous face
my hands caresses it guided by you to trace
gently down to your body all at a measured pace
and from the rear of your waist, i draw near, embrace
there is no where i’d rather be than here, no other place
intoxicated by this rapture, like wine drunk by the case
thankful god made you for me, i’m blessed by his grace
oh this love i feel for you, let me count the ways
his name is andre but goes by the name second chance
a young black kid, age 19, look close and you will glance
the name of his friend, reggie moore, tattooed on his back
rest in peace it reads, age 18, life gone, presence lacked
the two were in a car accident and moore lost his life
chance was comatose for months, a doubtful future rife
he’s now well and good, wisened despite a young age
we talked about religion, the spirit, those who are sage
he told me “from now on your name’s buddha because
gifts given you by the cellmates have given me pause”
he is a reflective young man, by race a brother
introspective and intraraced, i am deemed an other
such are we classified in a place called a jail
for fights break out over the lowliest of detail
an alliance between us two groups just for smooth sail
since my release i think about what i went through
thankful i’m in one piece, who i met, who i knew
i’m not the same person anymore, i’ve changed, i grew
second chance wherever you are i just want you to know
i’m keeping the name you gave me, i’m honored, that is so
i will never forget you my man, my homie, my bro