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It takes a lot of desperation dissatisfaction and disillusion to write a few good poems. it’s not for everybody either to write it or even to read it.
Charles Bukowski

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His Abilities Will Die

Tuesday, December 11th, 2007

He used to be this unattainable entity an enigma he used to do it for me now. he. does. not. A little part of me died on the dance floor Sunday that part inside me that never thinks vinyl will go out of style to watch him, using instruments he scoffed at in years past [...]

She ain’t doin’ you like I did

Thursday, September 13th, 2007

i have the music loud to remind me of you the way that it was you said that you don’t have that passion any more I tell you it’s because you don’t have me in our pocket deejay boy I ain’t throwing you those vibes and you say yah, you loved it having me there [...]

Beach Flavored Beats

Wednesday, September 13th, 2006

honey love magic vibes sweetness lies within the sheets of beats you break and break your beats let the tune drop in naturally not forced you know it’s summer time it’s time to shine beach flavor beats in rhyme dropping vocals like pennies in the fountain making wishes on layered beats and basslines awesome to [...]

My Dancing Heart Belongs To You

Saturday, September 24th, 2005

my dancing heart belongs to you married years ago with a flick of the wrist I said I do. years of up and down beats have made this work the good outweigh the bad of your mixes that left me wondering if I was your only true love though you play for others, you morman-est [...]

ohhhhh…..

Monday, September 19th, 2005

in words, in sound, on the phone, I could tell you how your mixes effect me last weeks’ show was….. was… was… was… just was….my friend. so good, so deep, so you, though all over the place like I know you’ll say. it was still for ME. for my liking, even if it wasn’t for [...]

Conqueror Of The Dancefloor

Thursday, June 2nd, 2005

I always felt like when you played that you were trying to get at me show me that you were the man and I would retaliate with hips dropping bomb moves on the dance floor in front of you even as I sit and listen to memorexed beats I still feel you calling me through [...]

again with the music

Saturday, May 10th, 2003

I know I’ve spoke of this before, I’m sure it’s a certain number of cd’s that come into my rotation that make me say this, MUSIC is such an amazing thing It can instantly take me back to a time, when songs were new and love was fresh. I hear the rain outside the window [...]

explanation of music

Sunday, October 13th, 2002

Explain to me music how it’s sound sends me back and makes me feel that drop roller coaster swoon I had for you this music this art in motion and blissful glee bodies movin just getting down I am transported back to the future I feel my clothing I wore that night hot and sweaty [...]

music lies dancing

Thursday, October 10th, 2002

DO TO THE OVERWHELMING feeling that music brings me I lived within a fantasy world thinking that records were coded words speaking of love about me through me it was all for me I thought secretly you tried to tell me because a physical connection could not be made because the records spoke to me [...]

Easy

Saturday, March 16th, 2002

in the thick of night I travel to the seedy party of town cast out from the mainstream to do what a person would do dance in the darkness feel beats through my soul though I am force to walk past bums and old mattresses afraid that every little sound is a rapist coming to [...]

Habitat

Saturday, January 19th, 2002

I am repulsively turned on by you right now want to break the needles so you cannot inflict any more damage to my psyche luckily for you I have the serum to withstand your musical advances.

Phear

Saturday, January 19th, 2002

always the vibe within the room grows thick with your presence when you step to the decks like tupac all eyes on you ready for the story you tell without words like a modern dancer your body language says it all your hands pick the sounds fingers adjust the speed of your song your gin [...]

late night records sessions

Saturday, December 29th, 2001

when I sit up here high above the ground I watch the reflection of the record on the blinds in front of me eyes cast back to you grooving touching your delicate bitch acetate sound cannot be seen yet it needs something physical to be made my mouth the needle to the record speakers to [...]

Big Wheels

Saturday, December 29th, 2001

the two of you are so mean mean mean keeping me at arms distance from your hearts at times the two of you are so sweet sweet sweet letting me come near to intoxicate me with smells I cannot pinpoint the two of you lust for others yet want to keep me close and when [...]

House Music

Sunday, December 16th, 2001

can’t even bring us together why is it that I feel at times no one understands me and I talk too much hoping that they will for there are times when you and you do and I feel so un-lonely to quote that movie language was made so we could relate to others well relate [...]

What I Say

Tuesday, June 26th, 2001

groovy for me the next one is for very sweet love how you know that subtlety gets me more than… what you fill in the blanks nothing could compare too bad your skill in the basics leaves me looking elsewhere you will learn in time but I am not the one to teach you unfortunately [...]

Gasp

Saturday, May 19th, 2001

you played so well at times tonight I couldn’t dance my feet stopped moving and I lost my breath only to find it in between your basslines smile lines lines of fire between us I find it again I see you hold yours while you give me CPR with the vocal you are my lungs [...]

You Know What I Like…

Thursday, April 26th, 2001

He is subtle plays and says everything with timing & smoothness records, words it’s all the same glances & chances he does it precise with ease & tease common sense he says rhythm the way he maneuvers through parking lots titled 405 inspires insane creativity & well being in my soul even in his stumbling [...]

Y e s

Thursday, April 19th, 2001

short loooooong short loooooong it deepens in the long parts and punches in the short how bass should be how love should be life should be.

VibeFlowin’

Sunday, March 25th, 2001

board the spaceship it is time to take a trip into the depths of a glorious mind you can make me fly no time for hesitation this journey swift though you may see & feel more than months of continuous listening could reveal you call you call loudly spacey airy vibes give way to the [...]

Bullhorn

Saturday, February 24th, 2001

funny that a lot is funny about you and me (and you & me) and the crazy things that I do (and we do) like sing love house songs to your picture while I type & listen to your music (soon, soon) your thumb high the happy man that you have become and pray that [...]

The Things We Do For Love

Monday, January 29th, 2001

you amuse me meat eater I love to watch you touch records so gentle with the vinyl would you be that way with me? hand movements upwards as if you are coaxing the sound off the platter I wonder if there will come a time when you would create for only me would I ever [...]

Our First Night

Sunday, August 27th, 2000

She strolled… halfway into my second song up to my view stalking me like prey on the Serengeti between the dancers with no rhythm she maneuvers herself into my lines of fire making sure I see that she has begun to watch me already parts of my body heating up from the anticipation all my [...]

Tonight

Sunday, August 27th, 2000

waiting to give myself to you I am yours for the next hour & a half I know you I know your slick wax I know what you can & cannot do there is 400 other people here all grooving to your beat, it will be me inside your head, I will be the one [...]

Treatment

Friday, August 18th, 2000

the anticipation is murdering me I will be a chalk outline on the floor when it searches out my ears and intrudes like a scorned lover I should stop myself now and abstain from it’s heavenly sound until my God feels it is worthy to be heard by all attendees I will fiend for the [...]

Doc

Monday, August 7th, 2000

funky sax jazzy horn love sweet love bang-EE piano over smooth longing basslines outside where everybody loves the sunshine I heard him take me high into the atmosphere could this be love we both thought….

Danergous

Tuesday, August 1st, 2000

  fire hazard, protective clothing required you & destiny are on a path for collision vapors & fire are your weapon your hooves strong quick & forceful words quip from your silvery tongue the venom more poisonous then previous days your camouflage so stealth you can creep (yyyeeeeaaaaahhh) he doesn’t know what I do victims [...]

Mother

Friday, March 10th, 2000

I like the sound when I clap my hands echoe-ee in the hollow of the bass wide like darkness I believe it reverberates better in the absence of light I see it shake my vision like a bubble bursting sound.

I Like My Stoney Pink Glasses

Wednesday, October 27th, 1999

Oh the dawning of a new day! a few small hours ’til I linger in the room where you create to exist for the small hours I posses in that chamber is not acceptable enough to quench my desire I long for your creation your soul displayed & melded together limbs & torso in rhythmic [...]

Acetate

Saturday, July 10th, 1999

Does it come to you in a great white epiphany or slow creeping doubts, like molasses or a killer does your heart cry out to your gray matter or the other way is it forever or a fleeting moment how will I know how will I know, when it’s time?

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