THE RUCKUS JOURNAL

At The Movies, Pt. 2

In the midst of my defiiance

You set an alliance of

the Valkerie operation

King Kong’s raging for some

Human contact,

How we react to polarization

In forward vibrationk

Tantelizing my senses with

Second chances and fake

Romances, forgettting Paris,

And not sleeping in Seattle,

Savages saving spaces in

All the hidden places,

For I am just a man

Receiving the jailbate

Waterhose, a changeling

Humiliation, a public spectacle

Of debauchery are most

Of these movies, running and

Ruminating the Revolutioary Road

That squeeks like a toad over the

American dream, how for Kate

And Leo its splitting at the seam.

At The Movies, Pt. 1

Sieges Under attack

Revolvers in tact,

I warn there is dark

In the corners

Of these movie

Rocks, termination

A chance for salvation,

A button sensation,

Long and wide revolutionary

Roads, leading to secret

Treasure codes, getting

Smart, as smart people

Would say, I could only

Pray that the baby in

Juno’s tummy find’s

A home and Jaguar Paw

Would leave you alone

When hunting in his forest,

It’s to the poorest on the

Street that pay it forward

To let us know

That guys are mean

Because they glow

For you, behind your back

That Saving Private Ryan

Was the greatest attack,

A Band of Brothers war

Torn over shoulder’s,

Stripped down and widdled

To nothing,

Mission Scene, Pt. 2

This is my heart’s cry,

Waiting on the world to

Change, crossing borders,

Fireproofing marriages,

Domestically the beaver

Releasing the reliever

Into a field of dreams,

If we build it they

Just might come an

That’s how we twiddle

Our thumbs, waiting for

Blockbuster to be the

Thruster of our satisfaction,

Flashes of genius inspiring

Courtroom repercussions

But in the end victorious

Are these characters wearing

Pride on their faces, some

Of these vcr  back in the

Reflecting chair and hide

In what will abide in the

Lowest of my side,

It’s the strongest that

Survive, its Jaguar Paw,

Its his forest and no

One can defeat him,

This teaches me that

I can walk in victory

Without fear of an

Enemy cobras and

Cougars learching in

The distant rainforest

They can’t be my tourist

To a world of fear, rather

I just lye here and let

The world whisper

In my ear but I feel

His beckoning to

Let go of what I

Miss out on, what

I feel I might not

Find.

Mission Scene

And I drop my retainer

And bury the gardener

Tending to my heart has

Become the hardest part

Of floating in the ocean

It feels uncontrollable

By the swells, fear gnawing

At my senses

We like the darkness

As our harness, slipping

On precipices, dangling

On edges where we know

The eternal flame will

Go, a never ending

Fire stream shattering

My dream to be the man

Who can watch it all an

Not get caught up in

The fall, for each day

In this town,

I feel the drowning of

Millions of Orange

County souls living

Lives of quiet desperation

Revolutionary road an

Emblem of our

American problem,

For I feel I am forced

With a greater giant then

A fire safe movie, rather

It’s the stuff on the screen

Existing in my reality,

Oppressive murderers

And thieves we are and all

To be knows as a star, to

Fire the world, your thanks to

A career at evoking our

Emotions, for I am faced

With the message and how

Well it resurge,

What words will I have

To share with a hell bent

World for blending in

Is like him, transcendent

And close they exist like

Roast on the edges of meat,

I feel I must stay neat

And complete and

Report the movie

Scene as something

Rather unclean, yet

A dream turned into

Real on the screen,

This is my mission

Scene.

Haunting Me

Why does it haunt me,

When I stare at the black screen,

When dirty is clean cut squares

And slices of truth, characters

Pulling their blood out of

My veins, my eyes are trains

Crashing into cars parked

On tracks,

Heart attacks keep me up

Late at night, eyes rolling

The ceiling, it aches within

Me scanning groceries

Knowing characters

Are forming inside of my

Best organs and loud does

It play that I have something

To say, something worthy

To convey onto the black screen

That haunts me in my sleep.

They Might Know

The puppet sock,

The mask we wear

The show we put on

The fear of people

Knowing your

Ploy for purity,

They can’t see,

Remember the blind man

You walked across

The street they aren’t like you,

They have no savior to run to

And when this island falls

Into the ocean we will drown alone

And afraid gasping and wishing

We would have listened to the

Warning of the coming storm

What is this thunderstorm

That haunts me, what is this

Story that is writing inside of

Me, what is this ache that I

Can’t break, what will it

Cost, shall I burn at the

Stake for going the other

Way, for fear that my best

Friend is my stranger

On the thresing floor,

Wrapped in the war

Between now and

Eternity, I seek tranquility

But envy and strife encompass

Around me

Sprawled out before

You, o mighty king

Weakness in a bottle

I break at your feet,

Banqueting table chatter

I play on repeat

For you humbly wash

My feet, no demand

Of a receipt Just as

A daily treat that my

Life is yours

Its Coming

My life passing by

Me signing for this

Mystery, cold chilled

Feel it like a thousand

Tiny knives prickling

Up an upward hike

Wish I had a bike

To psych myself

Out and explore

This new brave

World underneath

This symphonic

Score, irascible

Trust, the stars

Can only combust

When He commands

And gives cue

Like super glue

He’s stuck

Its more than

Just good luck,

Its not my

Skill with the

Puck, but its each

Lug, each wood floor

Rug

Eye sties

Blinded skies

Stand tries

To sit can’t

Quit this

Race, highs,

Lows, right

Handed claws

To the face,

Out of place

Suture together

The future of this

Wound aiming

Stupendously

At the moon

Playing the quasar

Guitar of endless

Vibrations and

Punctuations where

East meets west,

And the stifled

Past stench, fixed

By a wrench, fingers

Orchestrated to create

A new undistracted

Way, a guiding light

That will surpass

Brain, right from left,

Above the bane of

Suspect subpoena,

God is higher than

You and I, this is why

I don’t ask why, I worship

Past the sky

Embracing

As you turn on the jets

New swing sets, we long

Jump the shoreline trying

To figure it out, is my life

A mess, because I choose

To dismiss the lusts of

My flesh as if I was just a

Babe not spoken for

Embracing the true Christ

This is the central point of

Our lives—Christ, he must

Be my gain. He must be the

Center of my life, I pray my words

Would hurt you at life,

That in your searching and

Researching you wouldn’t

Be found lurking over dark

Shadows of past meadows

Once ridden through with

Machetes in jungles not

Yet our own. A jumangi

Gave serendipitously owned,

Played, diced rolled, vines and

Weeds crawling out of walls,

Will the real Christ please stand up

Its not about me—I gain Christ in the end

Our swing set jumps

Our canyon leaps

We skip together

But maybe not forever

We had what we had,

Neither good nor bad

But a lesson from dad

Teaching affirmation

In every situation

Land sliding in rear vision

Mirror while hiking

The largest mountains

Cannot escape from your word,

Cannot run from you,

How absurd for me to

Trust in me

Like elephants lowering

Their trunks, like Camels

Lowering their hunch

Picking up disaster passengers

You’re the God ever after

I am wrestling with war heroes

Dying playing roles like many

Fathers who have comforted me

Its been laid out in a dream like

Perfect poetry

My Heart

Lord you have my heart

And searching for yours

Is all there is to this

Life I’ve been given

So freely, can’t tell

You how many times

He has whispered in

My ears in the corners

Of my fears and tears

Streaming down my face

I understood this amazing

Grace that building my

Bed in hell is where you

Are always willing to

Dwell, it’s in the ocean’s

Swell that I learn your

Perfect conformity, its

There I embrace humility

Staying up late for all

The right reasons not

Reviewing and reversing

Failures or mistakes

For you give and take

Away

For inhaling this air

Causes me to see that

You are creator,

You are savior

And in the darkest

Of my nights, you

Are watching the

Fights between

Old and new man,

You are there watching

TV with me, forever do

You surround me, I want

To be in love, I want to

Sore like a dove, I want

All these words above

And beyond what belongs

To me, make this poem

Reality, make this song

Actuality.

This Day

Spread abroad

This day of puppy love

Sappy music to smooth

And coax the souls of

The bittersweet treats

We envelop into the

Boys who knew you,

Used you, wasted themselves

On making you smile,

Felicitated your world

Hesitated toward world

Chaos to turn your heart

Into melted dross like

The endless summer days

That beach boys bring

It irascible the digits and

Weight systems of gold

Emptied onto

One single body, the

Coalesced couples walking

Gallantly across the sunset

Beaming sky, pink to the

Corner of our eye, wave

Good-bye as waves crash

Over each other,

Lovers sustain each other

Not hoaxed or even

Coaxed by the petite matters,

Rather it be, be my valentine,

A good time shall we have,

A true story to stab all the

Fiction in the air, to create

Something new, something

To forever remember you