mhmm

 DEAD.

Lights on in the kitchen.

I don’t hear a soul.

The dog won’t stop barking.

He found a dead mole.

Cabinets, they are open.

The phone sits off the hook.

Your mother, propped up on a book.

Dead.

dear, take me away. 

Don’t take any advice from the weeping willow.

She does seem nice, but only sets fire to all she sees.

Walk lightly on the earth’s floor with little to show,

And a heart full of gold. You know what you’re here for.

poem.

My heart is on fire.

Love so strong.

Eat.

And.

Drink.

And.

Love.

My heart is on fire.

Love so strong.

Seven oh two.

No one wants to say goodbye to the man with a cigarette in his eye,

A triangle for a nose and two large ears.

He smiles, he smiles, he smiles.

Light shines through when he enters the room.

Doesn’t matter how much money you have, smiles are free.

Start to send a message, between your teeth is a word, a verb.

Every human can see it.

Happiness lies in a homeless man’s face.

True love.

How old do you have to be to fall in love?

The first time my eyes opened there she was.

Light glistened in her cool blue eyes.

A tear ran down her cheeks that were red.

And her voice cracked as she spoke her first hello.

My heart grew whole.

I felt love the very first day here.

It is Wednesday.

As I sit I try to find the biggest rain drop yet,

Cars fly by in slow motion, only to splash in puddles.

The day smells new, it is just beginning.

She has a secret and she put it in the old man’s pocket.

Finger nails grow, turn old as well, turn into dust.

See months disappear before we see change.

She hands me a beer.

It is Wednesday.

four letter word.

We cannot forget who taught us love.

The one who gave us a taste, a top of our tongues.

Love smells like cinnamon and morning dew.

Don’ let it fool you.

Love can break your soul if you are not careful.

a Sea Salt Splash.

Don’t let the salt in your water rust your heart bare.

She who sleeps alone cries naked to the full moon.

Remember me now child.

Remember me.

She has flowers growing out of her heart.

The earth, she says, is her home.     

no one knows

where this story

goes.

where i want to be.

my lap is full of cats
and my eyes look like limes.
i want to live in the woods.
the black, full of trees kind
of home where you see
bumblebees.

please go away.
drinking a beer for breakfast
because Sundays are made for
whatever the fuck you please.
some go to church, they have
to take back all their sins
from the previous weeks.
some go to grandma's for
Sunday brunch. and others
just sit at home, and enjoy
the silence, before the week.

poem.
no, we don't even have to try.
light the candles, let's watch them dance.
let's watch them die.
my eyes have a mind of their own.
if we invite her, she won't show,
to the tea party with the insects and birds.
keep the fire inside you,we will watch it burn
the trees are on my chest.

shine with your eyes. 

you hypnotize me with your silly dance.
i can see your smile, under the morning sun.
goddamn, you are lovely.
the moon, i can see it too.
we all change, before we know it.
the wrinkles on her face, time.
they represent the number of years,
we've seen her soul wander around.

i wish i could hear you. 

life is as happy as we see it.
control love through your third eye.
parts of my words, they float.
above.
above.
above.
there seems to be love lingering here.
i can smell it.
smell it.
smell it.
smell it.
love grows in between our teeth
and it shows.

i'm alive.

i hope you are happy with where you are now.
does she line your clothes up for you the night before?
i hope the rain drops slow, like it does on mars.
why are you so nice? does she drink her water with ice?
does the sun shine on your brown skin like the days of July?
remember the toad we caught together that evening?
does she like to sing the worms goodnight?
when the stars shine, can you see her soul?
i hope you smile every morning you rise.
the sparrow will bless your day, as each goes.
do you like the sand in between your toes?
i hope she shows you the universe through blind eyes.

THE TOAD WITH ONE EYE.

The man who didn’t know how to rhyme

He wasted my time, now I’m short a dime.

Fast, watch out, here comes a lime.

Trees grow from under, the sea grows at

The top, of a bridge sits a bird with a lollipop.

Hum to me you bumblebee, small yet strong.

I see that women, her neck is long.

Toss the salad with a tong, and

Eat the cucs till they’re gone.

somewhere back in time

smells of cloves lifted the spirit of the room.

notice that no one here wore the awful color blue.

green flags are signs of worship time for all humans.

the older women wears her hair up to the fancy dinner,

she wants to know where she can find some cheap wine.

a yarn cap.

i know where not to go.

the things that i do know.

his hair, it looks tidy pulled back.

pears hanging from both of his lobes.

no matter the size of her cup, he will hook

it up to a fishing line and cast into the deep sea.

he knew where not to be for a man of little knowledge.

LIZARD'S BREATH.

velvet on her lips.

secrets lie within.
her green eyes,
where dreams
are born. where
love is natural.
the way a tree
grows under
fast sunlight.
natural like
the food you
just bought
at that store.
born with
wide hips.
she's all
yours.

sunday night vibes

today is my papa's birthday... happy birthday to the man that gave me my melon head;)
xxooo torr

VIBES.

the color maroon.

Don’t forget about your grandma.

Clothes on the line,

They so high. The birds fly by.

Bring the lamp on your way by.

Don’t be mad because it’s Thursday.

Love it, cus tomorrow is a different day.

We can’t tell time between space and life.

But the note in my back pocket has your

Name on it. Don’t wear blue to her funeral.

Salt poured over her tears, life is short.

It also hurts, cover your heart

With a metal shield. Don’t invite

the girls in.

 Be fearless in the pursuit of your dreams; do not hesitate to chase after the things that set your soul on fire.

small.

Lay my body down on a bed of dead roses.

Smell the air, taste my love on your tongue.

Centuries have passed since I’ve last seen you.

Hold my hand close to your heart dear.

Lay my body down on a bed of dead roses.

SORRY FOR THE CRICKETS LATELY.... 

I'M MOVING !! 

THIS WEEKEND I HOPE

WISH ME LUCK