Angelle Faces Song

Angelle faces in the crowd.
God is coming to this town
Angelle presence in my mind
My angelle wings were left behind
Once again I live for the dream
Seen in an angelles light beam
This to protect the child
Nurturing the wild
Where angelles have tiled
Coming where you live with style
So someday you can be a star
If you are a good person
And collect hope in a jar
As the world is rough
Around the edges
Make is better
Through good deeds and pledges
And a welcoming heart
To make the angelle start
Angelle wings and finer things
Come to you when the bell rings
Angelle faces in the now
Spread the quotient
To show this old house
So many demons
So many lose hope
Lather yourself up with my angelle soap
Sharp is a mind to make a verse in
To be a better person
As the new year comes on
From chance on the lawn
Less derranged than locomotional change
There was once an apple
From which we learned
Then came the knowledge
Which most scholars served
To make it blurbed
As such a quest instills me
Provocation for the mind
The style of knowledge
Held in kind
As you programme yourself
With material wealth
To live out your dreams
Angelle faces and light beams
Sun in sense of the word
That light souls verd
Transgressing hapanstance
In a numerical passion
Stirring a commotion
To get a reaction
Cauter to cater
To an albino alligator
Then notice the blurb
Of the adjacent verb
Light to an angelle
In the blink of a sangelle
Subject to exception
In the throw of a die
Angelles and faces
In the blink of an eye
Angelles and faces
With no stress absorber
To a warm winter
And then a frost tinter
To sun in a dial
Then I'm on trial

Song-The Ocean's Diamonds

Diamonds in the ocean
And I'm sailing free
Whoa what a way to be on the sea
Down in a sarcastic plea
Life is magical like a giving tree
Everything changes
Everything now is the same
Confronting vigor
In mother nature's name
Everything is made of love
That you cannot claim
Bowling for a shove
Of verse and refrain
Diamonds in the ocean
And I'm sailing free
Oh what a way to be on the sea
Life has been such a catastrophe
When can I rest upon a feeling of glee?
Take time to make time
Upon this mountain
Resting on this beach
The crests are my fountain
The sea is a currency
All it's own
Struck upon by the wind
All alone...

Hurry up Mr. Seagull
On this beach
What do you think if someday
I become president
Would you impeach?
Now I'm so lonely
Covered in bugs
Should I nestle in the sand?
And give the ocean hugs?
When will they listen to my pleas?
This hospital has me on hands and knees
Begging for a cure
They kick me out the door
Why can't they be like the ocean?
Which is a forever store
Salty water and a piece of weed
Stuck to my leg
Like this bug's seed
Parasites in my stomach
Worms on my arm
Yes this is an emergency
And a cause for alarm

But sitting here by the ocean
Imagination in my mind
This is something god dreamed up
What a place to unwind
Diamonds in the ocean
Grab one for me
Maybe I can use it
As hospital currency?
I beg for a doctor...
Can I fish one from this perch
All they do is call me "schizo"
Then pretend to besmirch
That's not a great excuse
To someone about to die
Maybe they should talk to that satellite
With a bird's eye
Yes they know I'm here
They know exactly who I am
I'm the guy who writes poetry
And the occasional jam

Diamonds in the ocean
Can't you see?
What the hell is wrong?
I bet you're glad you're not me?
If that is the excuse
Disregard my positivity
I'll take it to another place
I don't like to give it free
If that is the excuse
A view to a kill?
There are diamonds in the ocean
Dive down and have your fill.

Pick Asidz: Strap yourself In

Blank: We are on an airplane playing paintball wars in the iso chamber...Trax is naughty to Locamotion and can plug her in and and hack from her on the gridframe computer hooked in to the Autoplane.

Trax: I practice kenpo in the subverseaplane's aft section...Loca can hook into the the grid nexus by bodyshifting.

Crux: I can use my nanites to telespond with Locamotion and Brickxy. I'm hooked into their nanoplexus.

Blank: When Flipsidz and Cannibal created these androids with the help of brainchild they really knew what they were doing.

Loca: The plane is state of the art as a transmogromoph...

New ideas from Joshua Paul Shepard

Vampires killed Jesus Christ and tried to enslave the werewolves who loved him...
Beasts love God in all his glory, those demons come to life are worse than those with "the curse"!

Seismographic/sonic satelittes to find oil over the globe...

Condo Electric Hydrofoils-faster than bullet train-used to promote world trade-called "Skimmers"-on underwater seismic rails-mapped out with sonar bouys to establish "gridline"

Sharks are scared of high pitched sonar waves-like dogs-used by dolphins and whales in pods-can make shark dissuaders-disrupt the sense of balence and balast in their inner ear

Water can drown the Marvel character "Wolverine"-only way he can be killed-I think?

Micondra-another term for werewolf-besides lycanthrope

Sustenance Song

New Version-different than one on poetry.com

At the end of the night
I can feel my own plight
It's my destiny brought forth to me-eee...
Is it close to me?
Is it endlessly?
Is it captivity?
Or is it yearning for my dreams to see-eee...
Look about
Look abort
Dreaming bout my ship coming to port
Everytime I look at one...
I see it in the reflection of a gun...
I don't understand it how?
Sustenance can eat your brow.
I don't know if it can?
Thin about the reign of man
Everytime I look around
I see sustenance to be found...

Supersleuth Song

Kirsten is a kitty Kat
I stepped up to bat
Went around with the pat
And sat around the angels
Think about you tell me why?
Think about in Hell you cry?
Think about the ways you know you can, angel?
Everybody knows that you're addicted to my prose
Running round on lows
That mind crows blows
Hey Hey hey...
Hey Hey hey...
Hey Hey hey...Lord!
Everytime I grow a nose
Smelling salts to my slows
Running round on my toes...hey baby!
Hit a quarter with a nail
Think about the ways I sail?
Time is infrequent to a lady..
But when I step up to bat
I think about the kitty Kat
I don't need no freaking gat...no slave thee!
Cause it's a slave to the grind
Who wants to press rewind
But the button is too hard to find
When you want some peace of mind
Everybody get in line
And the dog got left behind...
Oh yeah everybody...
Sing it loud someone!

The three stupidest things I ever did or said

1) Said Osama Bin Laden was my "spiritual father"-which I attest to coming off several psych medications when I wrote it on "Movie Times"-I hate that guy just like the rest of America as I was in New York for 9/11...(I did it for attention...)

2)Said Stan Lee killed Jack King Kirby-again I was coming off several psych meds and apologize for the hundreth time to Marvel and it's founder-(Maybe he was a little overworked...could see it in his eyes?)

3)Said "this is like Godzilla", during the 9/11 attack on New York City while I was walking around trying to escape the crows-ended up drinking with a russian friend named Natalia Mitchenko from when I worked at "Grey Advertising"-Love you baby...