L,Via
Daughter of Miranda
Your last name is changed
L,Via
Without the eyes I wanted to give you
I have a dissertation
The pain at night says
Alone you remained in the dress
The wash in blood
You do not wait in the street
That is going to persecute you
L,Via
The want to kill you
Teeth of a machete
Head of a rooster

Got a new pipe, need a name, got any suggestions? 

Holdin The J, This one goes out to all the Dj's and such

It's hard to imagine where love and pust had ever been entangled before

"Good Morning beautiful, Where are you off to?"
Beauty never answered the call

To try to see what you have inside
I'd like to make your dreams come alive

Hey Stranger, you're beauty of sorts
Hey Neighber, this statement deserves a retort

Hey Stranger, you're beauty of sorts
Hey Neighber, this statement deserves a retort

Hey Stranger, you're beauty of sorts
Hey Neighber, this statement deserves a retort

Hey Stranger, you're beauty of sorts
Hey Neighber, this statement deserves a retort

I saw God through my microscope the other day
Cleared my head and brushed the cobwebs away
Returned to the lens
And saw my savior swimmingIn cytoplasm,
seeping through
Membranes thinning.
He smiled and waved
And told me everything would be ok.
Like a child taking a bath in the sink
Splashing, playing
Making waves.

The iodine never bothered him
And neither did the chlorine
And even when I added ammonia
He pretended he was a fountain
And spat it back at me

I saw Satan through my telescope the other day
Hid my food and put the leftovers away
Returned to the lens
And saw my mentor pacing
In ellipses, waiting untilI was ripe for the taking.
He smiled and waved
And told me everything would be ok.
Like a would-be father taking his lover to her grave
Splashing, playing
Making waves.

The silence never bothered him
And neither did the space
And when I set my sights upon the sun
He pretended he didn't care
And cursed me to my face.

I saw myself through my macroscope the other day
Cut my hair and hid my face in shame
Returned to the lens
And saw my body growing
In laboratories, trying to
Teach itself to learn without knowing.
It smiled and waved
And told me everything would be ok.
Like a circus performer drowning in the dunk tank
Splashing, playing
Making waves.

The nakedness never bothered it
And neither did the sport
And even when I insulted its birth
It pretended it was a statue
And refused to retort.

You make me wonder about being imaginative
Give more or less a better or worse reason to live
We’ve tried over and over again to convince reason and rhyme to lend a hand
Too distracted by the golden boy trying to be everybody’s friend.
I’m living in yesterday trying to make something of tomorrow
It looks like we’ve made it past the golden years
I’m crawling on my hand and knees, looking for more to beg and borrow

Open door
In sun pours
Feel the breez
eAnd I'm almost asleep
A woman I've come to obey
,Nay, respect
A feeling I thought I'd left
On an oak-shaded saltillo doorstep
Slowly sinking into silky white
While half-drawn curtains shield fleeting light

Electric jazz and static stays
And I replay a warm womb for days and days
If we didn't become frozen in placeI'd be completely amazed.
I concentrate on the nose on your face
And in the comfort of an isolated case
I take solace in the fact
That a laugh
Warrants last place.

Keep breathin', believin'Whether givin' or recievin'Every dog will have it's dayAnd every ghost will have it's seasonKeep breathin', believin'Whether givin' or recievin'There's a time and place for everythingAnd today I say we're leavin'

Since when were you the type to stick around for the fight

There's always an answer for "why?"

Got a light?


"Just one more kiss before we say goodnight"
"Just one more lie to make things right"
"Just a little more time to say good bye"

A bit'o'Steve-o's work:
The great debacle
My personal uphill battle
My to-do list that never got done
Places I wish I'd seen,
Battles I wish I'd won.

But instead I debate
A greater fate.
All theory and no action,
Or all movement and no satisfaction.

Either way the cost is great,
We've arrived to the party a millennium too late,
But at least we did it in style.
Like a two-minute mile,
That doesn't even bring a smile,
Because the reason for running
Has been dead for a while.
We're the life of the party
But the death of the party line.
We quit years ago
But we're still working full-time.
I am the life-long student
And life is the longest teacher.
I'm singing in the choir today
But everyone's listening to the preacher.

plan B : disappear

I'm really not sure what this is, but I was sittin in english class bored as shit and this is what ended up on the paper (Personally, I thought it was pretty funny):

Balls to the wall, you fall, straight into a new idea of perception, a collection detection. What that you detect? the end result of the lit end of your cigarette. The effect of inebreation, in contemplation, a demonstartion, I'm glad you've been patient. I was once told by a traveling man with a J in hand, it's not about the land, or what is considered popular demand. Granted, the Lord works in mysterious ways, but our method is only gonna bring us more pain.
Som might say, philosophy's insane, but do have the answers, to the questions, you been restin, inside your cerebellum, let's hear 'em.
It's a gateway, the backdoor
An escape from your average life bore
Another level of consciousness import
The inhibitions of man with a mic and an attentive floor

It's the Rasta vibration
For what have you been waitin'
They say you been patient
It's time to wake up and feel loved

I'm gonna tell you now
It's not about where, when, who, why, and how
It's about a meditation
The way a concentration can connect a mental and spiritual station
So just sit back, relax, and let the mind refine creation

Too cold the fire and brimstone
Too warm your lips alone
Too loud the static that crowds the telephone

Let's make it self-righteous and unbearable
Then let's give it something of which to take hold
"Fasten your seatbelts" speaks alone from the speakerphone overhead
"You'd beeter get out of bed" that's what he said
"You shoud lay down instead" is what she said

This bicycle calls for a rider
This song call for a singer
This reason calls for a rhyme
But where has your god gone?

Hear a raindrop fall just the opposite side of the glass reflecting those lips I've come to love so much
Watch a teardrop falls down the cheek just opposite the one I caressed just a moment ago
Dear Dear Dear Light
Somebody told you there was more
My only choice was the door