The lighthouse light…

I had to go fix it before any ships became wrecked. As the lighthouse keeper it’s what people expect. As long as they don’t inspect the spare room half way up the staircase where light eminates from under the door way and through the cracks. Hydroponic iceberg lettuce & Italian cherry tomatoes is what I grow in there. This makes little sense and I feel like a fool. I may not be the sharpest tool in the shed but I am one of the most useful. I’m just yet to discover the exact nature of my inner light and find a way to somehow ignite the flame and keep it lit the way I do the lighthouse. People say it’s haunted but I’m not daunted (that’s a lie) the structure of a poem is something I must look into. Hoodoo Gurus playing at the Boondocks tomorrow night be there or be square. Unless you’re a sphere or a rectangle. This poem (if you could call it that) is as mangled as James Dean’s Porsche 550 Spyder the night he met his fate and became a much respected member of everything metaphysical. My left testicle hangs lower than my right. And I am okay with that. It is what it is people but as Ma Josephine always said ‘Yeah and it ain’t what it ain’t so please stop ranting and raving and feeding hatred. When is enough, really enough? I for one hope it’s ‘NOW’ or some time soon it may very well involve the sun and the moon and the stars and your art and the heart you’ve worn on your sleeve right from the start. And who doesn’t love releasing the occasional fart. I don’t like doing it around other people though. Honestly. I have a very vivid imagination and I’ve just realised whilst writing this basketball dribble. Drivel. Revel in your reverence & if you can try to always remember to put empty cans in the bin. It’s a sin to not dispose of rubbish/waste in the bin. Where is that bin? Unfortunately we’re all standing on it. Seemingly unable to escape the filth we’ve inadvertently created. Of all those who love life I am the most hated. Rated a Zero and thought of by some I’m sure just a no hoping degenerate yet who knows? This ongoing process of evolution who knows maybe one day we will all become heroes not just the type to ignore the fact that in some parts on earth the temperature plummets below zero. Am I not like you? Just a traveller traversing this world we share.  I’m a holy toledo and a minor hole in your brand new tuxedo. Maybe a little ‘loco’ unconventional and at times seemingly ‘unhinged’ and deranged. Yet to prove to those who think that the truth is hidden by those who think they are right but by definition they’re wrong. But then again I’m certainly not right. Write a rap, right a wrong, sing along with the songs that you know. Let’s go. All I know is that for you and I both I hope the sun shines on you and the sky above always remains ia beautiful hue and or shade of ultra violet blue. Some say I’m rude for speaking my truth. At the same time I now realise that I may at times disrespectful, belligerent & rude. But underneath it all I am just as human and honest like everyone else. Left on the shelf of time. The Jester, The Joker. Choked by the choke chain they used to restrain him. I am a dim sim whose brain cells are slim. Timid and shy yet deep down a decent kind, respectful and compassionate guy striving to evolve & become a better person. And if you haven’t yet heard of ‘The Body’ Elle Macpherson. If you google this woman you’ll realise how genetically blessed some people are. The brightest star in the sky doesn’t need air to breathe but we do. Beware the vacant stare of the mayor of the county. On everyone’s head there is now a bounty. But that can’t be true? I ain’t even from around here. At least that’s how it feels sometimes a bit like the lack of intellect and or structure in any of these rhymes. Back to the Future may just be a movie but when Doc first say’s ‘Great Scot’ that’s when I realised it’s time to stop writing & accept that not every poem is meant be read. Maybe I should turn to reading them instead. You’re better off saying sorry and rolling a sacred spliff despite what most laws say. All those in favour say ‘I’ and remember for best results wash colours seperately unless you want to wreck the metaphorical white flag I am hoping to raise one day. And hope & pray for peace. From Tassie to the Territory you and I rock this hip hop and beauty shop in almost every single category. Allegedly. Go well. Stay steady. And be ready… for…  the lighthouse man to light your way but that is all you must find your own back to shore~