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This here....... is a banger.. written from me to you stranger... listen...days couldn’t get any stranger... this is how life should.. a taste of how it could.. release this water... man it couldn’t get any hotter... a globe trotter... food for fodder... making use of talents... didn’t know that we are the scouts... no one has gone these routes... fought these bouts... excuse the tantrums and pouts...we all have self doubts.. i have doubts.. but still go these bouts.. coining phrases... no money for raises... so hot it blazes...living in these various ways...still life replays.. holding ships in bays... at night the devil comes out and plays... wish i could make the others move.. this is our move to improve.. get in the groove.. get in the move... filling up the books... writing the books.. making the books... head turns, nods, and funny looks.. no temptress... that’s not tempting... why do something if you are only attempting?... self exempting?...what’s the exception?...in a sea of deception?...in a sea of misconception? have you been watching the conception?... it only takes an ember.. i learned that from Helen...listen devil my soul im not selling.... so why do i feel this fire? why the strong urge not desire? at the fingertips an empire....of thoughts... digging plots...my backs bending in knots... post before i proof.. on the next one aloof...please read.. had to start another this stuck pig is starting to bleed...jv

too much lead in the pencil... drew it out.. cut it up.... and made a fucking stencil... maybe that pictures clear.. is this one my dear? im talking to you... like i already new... maybe never.. sometimes its clever... hit it with the cleaver... thats bloody...dirt in the eye’s? thats muddy... brush in the hand.. thats my little buddy... renaissance 2011... sing it loud like the reverend... to all the brethren... what is a steam boat with no steam?.. a requiem for a dream?..a girl with no self esteem?... she wouldn’t turn my head.. badgirl’s get in the bed... art killer Ted..  get it in the red... yea its said.. coming to a city near you...  its coming true...  can’t stop it with brick and mortar.. erase you permenatly if you aren’t a supporter... tell the reporter... just make this longer .. when it would have been shorter...jv

the story of us... written with no pen.. unlocking the psyche.... so now it’s open.. read between the lines... and get tangled in the sheets...a tango with the beats... there’s lots of fancy footwork in this dance... playing the game of life.. the game of chance...had to step back and take a stance..go ask Chromeo... lovers torn like Romeo.....lines drawn.. why you wanna get me horizontal?.. too crossed to get checked.. step in front of the brush and get decked..rather come direct.. seeing past... moving fast.. no money for Diore.. only a little money to explore...  picking change from the floor... taking change to the store.. feeling change and more...bending like a pretzel... man this is gonna burn.. get at me now... then wait your turn.. growing slowly like a fern.. opening up to learn...a diamond in the rough... lost after years of collecting stuff.. figured out it was window dressing and fluff... so i huffed and puffed... down went the spouse, down went the house, everything else followed shortly there after.. i want this forever like hereafter... a room filled with laughter.. all i feel is rapture...maybe laying it on thick...beating a dead horse with a stick.. sorry but the painting hand always has a tick..jv

Too much blowing the horn...there’s no room beside to adjourn...talking connect..talking so direct... in the shadows you move...purrrrfect...you having me looking in your direction...what is is with perfection?.. circling a square in tape... what happened to my cape? how does this caveman escape...minding the gap...it’s just the same old rap... so run around another lap...it sounds like flattery... I am Robot....self winding without a battery...specialize at scattergories.. what’s the category?...name one..shoot a line? i cane one.... it was a good one but not a main one..J Sizzle is an insane one.. Pinky and the Brian son...this is a stick up..the stick’s are on the ground its a pick up... not a scheme or a ponzi... the Happy Days got me feeling so Fonzi...jv

How will i see you if i’ve never seen you? is this the real you?....or is this the screen you? are you temporary?... hello carrie.. lighting these walls on fire...this situation is dire... i’m up in a blaze... stumblng in the fire in a daze...all aboard... he’s off autopilot/ cyborg... theres really no telling... how long he’s been rebelling... rebel yelling... not merrrrps.... clucks or chirps... a stick up where’s the perp’s? had a serious case of the burb’s... sorry neighbor’s about the disturbs... on my door knob it said .”please do not disturb”..i’ve been dancing off verbs...dancing off herbs... in the water getting reverbs.. throwing up breaks.. im striking a cord... this isn’t about you.. why’s it always about you.. searching for something special... i am an extra terrestrial...jv

Forever feels like a long time...time is short... i know im a shitty writer... a shoddy writer.... so grade the report... don’t really get carded... in the game of love one never started...as soon as i showed up... i departed.. leave me with the keys and im stroked...press me down and im provoked......alone with mary and she smoked... could care what they think... still you sink... deeper into a self.... dear lady please be kind... these days are hard to find.. if you see.. then why be blind?... if you see then sit beside my not behind... the screen is so bright.. in your face there is light... feet on the brake and gas... todays today..... but tomorrow won’t last. tomorrow will pass.. and pass and pass.. then it’s just the past... how long could it last?..you invade places in my head... can she also see thru lead? i feel like my luck could change...and these aren’t the end of days.. but these days are strange... long days in a big cold room... a big art tomb... give me a brush and it’s the land of doom...feeling down and pressed... the keys get stressed and its boom and gloom... is there room? is there still room? left on the sheet... do you feel the heat? would walk thru London sleet... in the street... in the street spreading paint... we own the night.. take me higher? we own the heights.. wow do you see the flashy lights? things look so bright... might flutter back to the ground... where are we to be found? my words should be bound.. girl i got you bound... you got me bound.. maybe just a little... is there truth in the riddle? or am i just playing a fiddle? a counrty boy diddle? i don’t despise you.. i feel you... you feel me?.. i want to feel the real you...jv

Just getting my feet wet...in this outlet... or inlet.... depends how your looking..or where your looking...or if your even looking... been in the oven for a long time slow cooking..its hard to catch the eye... lost boy.... it’s so easy to fly...a forlorn hope.. a dizzy boxer against a rope...breaking new ground... is it ground breaking?...some are giving and some are taking.. these words are my sword...buying things i can’t afford... at too great of  cost?  the land of the lost... no captain on the ship.. still it’s directing towards the mass... how long till we pass? not talking life or death... it’s foul where is the ref? 3 strikes and your out... damn i never struck.. best luck.. behind the moon struck.. behind the moon he duck....behind the moon getting buck... like.” I DON’T GIVE A FUCK... well.. fuck... best of luck... behind the moonstruck..... he struck...jv

A student of life and all of it’s endeavors... nothing beautiful can last forever... checks in a box... closed tightly secured with locks.... where is the security? what is the level of purity?.... to many dials... lost in the files....in a room in piles...this place could go for miles....life’s lessons and trials...  take stock... some read and take shock... the time is passing... tick tock.. soon time to return...young man what did you learn? did you learn to take your turn?... put yourself in the fire and let it burn?..a man hunt.. a hunted man... maybe one thats haunted...turn a corner... only to come back around... so tightly wound....he cast the first stone... put it out to all that were known.... forget how to act grown? in the ground growing... in the wind blowing...in his nightmares still mowing...jv

if i dig any deeper ...surely i will meet the reaper.... walking in this fog who is the gatekeeper? keys to unlock the unknown... if i could get over the gate surely i would have flown.....rewriting my own history... sarah helped me build a mystery... that’s me surfacing... coming thru the forest traversing..... should pause and do some rehearsing....wrapping my brain....a runaway train... clearing out the clutter...so many words i may stutter... clogging the updates... up early and up late... little retraction... fast to the action...so many its a distraction... the poems are in a queue.... seducing the content...a roue... sometimes quickly they are allowed to pass thru...the fog is condensing... still dispensing... digging in books like the bible... is this the revival?...not competing with the rivals....all that glitters is gold... took back the life i was sold... how will the story be told?... not running from the past... really just chasing a thought.... the only possessions i brought.. pen, brush and paper,... pardon me a second while i jot...  for just a moment inside....  couldn’t escape more if i tried..... to the rules i never complied.....look at the beautiful sky... he thought with a roving eye...still things go awry...when will this ink run dry? jv