A Truth Working to Attain the Dignity of Age

A Truth Working to Attain the Dignity of Age
2008 Scotty Green

Cold as stone
this
golden
thrown.
Offered to sit
by myself
but not by my own.
Thoughts taunt me
in the dark night
when I'm alone.
N everything
I've ever learned
seems so trivial
compared
to the great unknown.
Reaching beyond man made
Thought.
Ideas of which
God hasn't yet taught.
Beyond our Scientifics,
considering general concepts
regarding the specifics
of metaphysics.
I gave my words
as freely
as he gave blood
for the sinner.
Then sit
feelin like a winner
sippin champagne
while havin dinner
with Ms skinner.
My words offered to rebuild
what their music
destroys.
All the background noise
for the heroin queens
n the cocaine cowboys.
Painting thoughts
with tainted ink
Makin promises to God
while greetin the devil
with a nod n a wink.
Buy that man a drink!
N whatever you make of this
Poem
Its not what ya think.
This page
is as free
as a 8 ½ by 11 cage.
Bound
by language
inked with rage.
Simple truths
fighting for a dignity
that can only be attained
by age.

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the Moonlight

Her Moonlight
© 2008 Scotty Green


I often wander too far

or sink too deep

within her dangerous mind.

Her love is interested in more

than what looks different

in the moon light

yet her sex remains blind.

N she's not ahead of her time,

ya'll just far behind.

I begin falling awake

in a deep silence

pregnant

with a pure awareness,

refined.

Her art judges judge's,

pleads revenge for the innocent

and shows the future

what the past has suffered

all at once,

combined.

I remember

every sound she'd make

when riled,

hot, wet

n wild.

I remember

every wrinkle

on her nipples as they hardened

and every line on her face

as she smiled.

Her art is the final cunning escape

of the human soul

that would rather

do anything than face God's

only child.

Always on the side of the oppressed

she fought

against every odd,

and her art is a revelation of her

as much as nature is a revelation of God.

All she taught

I sought

while remaining nothing more than

just a blade of grass

in her vast field of thought.

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The Currents Flowing Through Us
Category: Writing and Poetry

The Currents Flowing Through Us

© 2008 Scotty Green

We believe.

We give.

We receive.

N even when she's gone

she never really leaves.

Our sex is an art form

in a thunderstorm

that only we conceive.

N she'd tell me how it feels

but she can barely breathe.

We talk to each other

close up.

She said baby

the glass isn't half full

or half empty

it's just the wrong size cup.

N when were deaf

to the harmonies of life

we confess our ignorance

by looking up.

And when my train falls off the track

she picks it up

Picks it up

Picks it up,

N somewhere between

deeper revelation

and the height of speculation

she's to me the salvation

a new living translation.

For her I've drained the ink

of a thousand pens.

I once thought these deep waters

were meant to drown.

Now I see

there meant to cleanse.

We're the best of lovers.

We're the best of friends.

Thank you for all your

Thoughts,

prayers

n amen's

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The Sex in Her Eyes
Category: Writing and Poetry

The Sex in Her Eyes

© 2008  Scotty Green

She's sophisticated.

She's sincere.

N what I write

She can almost taste,

an clearly hear.

Looking down

with a embarrassing smile

While thumbing a strand a hair

behind her ear.

Even within simple gestures

her beauty shines

so powerfully clear.

A beauty,

by time never numbed.

A beauty

of which my eyes

have never become

accustomed.

She has a natural elegance

pure of any vanity.

Free of any disguise.

N we can almost have sex with our eyes

if it wasn't for the glare

of coco butter lotion

shining off her

smooth,

soft

thighs.

We get lit.

N when it feels good

we don't stop.

We don't quit.

N she might not remember

what I wrote

but she always remembers

how she felt

when she read it.

I quench her

during our

joint venture.

Every fantasy

n sexual adventure.

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Love is an Evil Angel
Category: Writing and Poetry

Love is an Evil Angel

© 2008  Scotty Green

All the feelings underneath

finally surfaced,

n distinguished.

The fire is dead,

the laughter stilled

and the light

extinguished.

Past the fake,

phony,

façade.

It feels a little cold

n it seems kinda odd.

As if to fall in love

is to create a religion

that has a cruel

n fallible god.

All my empty bottles

I hurled

as this feeling

within me swirled.

Love seems

the gross exaggeration between

one person..

and everyone else

in the world.

Such a beautiful calm

flash flood.

As willing to cleanse

n heal

as it was to draw blood.

Now you don't seem you.

Or at least the you

I thought I knew.

There's no more blue

in the sky I view.

There's no more truth

in what was true.

So take your clothes

n take your freedom.

N take our memories

cause I don't need em.

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This Fire Enlightens. This Fire Consumes.
Category: Writing and Poetry

This Fire Enlightens. This Fire Consumes.

© 2008  Scotty Green

Kisses

of an Indonesian Queen.

Moving past my lips

through my chest

washing my in-between

clean.

N she knows

that some of the greatest things in life

are unseen.

That's why

she always closes her eyes

when she kisses

cries or

dreams,

within the soft

warming glow

of loves

extremes.

Those kisses moved me

to thriving

from just copin.

N she probably could of never

really entered my heart

if it hadn't been broken

open.

Her kisses serve as leaven,

n from my past hell

I finally found the power

to build a new heaven.

Through oceans of air

our souls highest needs

stir,

blend,

transfer.

N I'm beginning to love

not only who she is..

but for who I am

when I'm with her.

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May 23rd 1934 9:15am
Category: Writing and Poetry

May 23^rd 1934 9:15am

© 2008  Scotty Green

Remember watching the stars.

There was nothing

we didn't talk about.

Nothing we didn't discuss.

Remember how it felt knowing

as we wished on stars

they all wished they were us.

Our love is just as strong now

ridin in luxury

as it was

when we road the bus.

Its still

just

us.

Remember hangin in Tennesse

in your dads backyard

sippin whiskey

under the maple tree.

I said life aint shit

if we arent free.

You said "Scotty

don't you fuckin dare

rob that bank without me.

N from then till now

there was never one regret.

Not one since the day we met.

And every day's been such a thrill.

Knowing,

they haven't caught us yet.

We road through all the rights

n wrongs.

Rollin over roads

on my straight piped chopper

singin

all our

favorite songs.

Never a question

bout

where my heart

belongs.

Remember the limos baby?

Remember the bus?

Remember the whole fuckin ride

all the way

it was just

us.

What a great story we lived,

but baby

now its time to close the book.

I can feel my heart

beating slower

from this bullet it took.

They had to kill me eventually babe.

Look how stupid I made em all look.

I love you like always baby.

I'll meet you on the other side

of the Tennessee brook.

The next new beginning

of our brand new book.

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Sometimes Fathers Forget
Category: Writing and Poetry

Sometimes Fathers Forget

©  Scotty Green

I watch him sleep.
His little hands

under his chubby cheek.
His little feet
stickin out from under
his Spiderman sheet.
Son,
hummmmm, well, ya see,
I was workin in my office
when this wave of remorse
swept over me.
In this darkness I kneel

 beside your bed
guilty.
Here I sit
replaying when you came to me earlier
with your little ball n mit.
I said not now I'm busy!
maybe in a little bit,
n I must admit
I said that way too many times
with no real intentions of doing it.
Earlier at breakfeast I yelled,
Get your elbow of the table!
Dont gulp your food,
Dont talk so loud
n dont slurp!
that's rude!
Then again when I came home,
not now Son, I'm on the phone.
You look a mess,
tuck in your shirt!
Brush your teeth
n go use the comb!
See sometimes I forget Son,
your just a little boy
n I expect you to act grown.
This evening I scolding you
for actin like a clown.
Later you timidly came into my den
to give me a hug n kiss goodnight
n I barely put my paper down.
I'm not sure who
or what I became
while workin so hard
chasing fame,
but right now,

tonight
I sit at your bedside
ashamed.
Your so much more beautiful
and precious
then any of the faults I named.
So this atonement I make.
I know you wouldn't understand
if I told you all this while awake.
Your my beautiful little boy!
and tomorrow I'm gonna show you
all the things about you
I've too often forgot
to appreciate.

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Sister Zeppelin
Category: Writing and Poetry

Sister Zeppelin

© Scotty Green

You can see it in her eyes,

a soft faint glow.

From the back of her mind

it starts to show.

Slowly rising

up from below

as Electric feelings flow

out From her acoustic soul.

Just somthin,

Somthin she's been feelin

Ever since

Since

she first started breathin.

From her heart to her mind

Interweaving

never knowing what it was

Besides its somthin worth believing.

That one day

shed have it all

No matter how high the climb

No matter how far the fall

N when I asked her if she needed any help

She said baby

Baby don't we all?

Hey Sister Zeppelin

Sing your song again

Ya know your better than the rest of them

Or the rest of us

Just because ya know were just

Floatin in heavens dust

In heavens dust

In heavesn dust

In heavens dust

In heavens dust

She gets discouraged

Tired n sick

She might throw you out

N she might throw a fit

She might even scream

I'm through

That's it

But she'll give anything but up

And she'll do anything but quit

Past wishes

She reminisces

Of all she had

Of all she misses

Soft slow touches

N morphine kisses.

N in her music

and with God

she lays her trust.

Loves just lust.

The past

just

rust.

As she sings to the rest of us

Bout how were just

Floatin in heavens dust

Hey Sister Zeppelin

Sing your song again

Ya know your better than the rest of them

Or the rest of us

Just because ya know were just

Floatin in heavens dust

In heavens dust

In heavesn dust

In heavens dust

In heavens dust

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Last Letter
Category: Writing and Poetry

Last Letter
© Scotty Green

Well if ya got this letter
then I must be dead.

But there's still some things
that must be said.

So before I went knockin' on heavens door,
I wrote down what I should of said before.

Things I hope you'll choose not to ignore.

Knowledge,
I paid a high price for
to help you prepare
for what's in store
I just wish I was there
n that I could do more.

And the 1st thing I ask
for you to keep in mind
is that there's a higher power
beyond mankind.

Just look at nature's complex design.

Concepts left untouched by the human mind.

So keep your heart open
too the high n Devine.

N sincerely seek truth cause it's there to find,
there by design,
cause light's meant to shine.

N in every prayer pray for God to preserve,
Valor, faith,
courage n nerve.


Cause there's a higher purpose for you to serve
and I trust that you'll serve
with honor n verve
cause you're a warrior
n warriors rise above,
fight with passion n defend with love
n give thanks for the grace
their unworthy of.

Avoid fools chattin' bout all they got.

Foolish minds
plan foolish plots.

Ignorance is loud
and it talks a lot,
pretending to be
everything that it's not.

Let your words
be a good guide to your actions.

N think things out before harsh reactions.

Don't get caught up n pointless distractions,
hollow gold or empty attractions,
indulgence,
of simple pleasures,
sure things or buried treasures.

The I'd never, ever ever's,
the always
and the
love you forever's.

Be lead by facts over men.

N no matter how hard you fall
stand up again.


Remain humble
and teachable
n no matter how high you rise
remain reachable.

Look towards tomorrow
and provisions allow
but remember
nothings worth more than now!
And never judge your day by what was granted
rather judge your day by what was planted.

And never
I mean never!
Never ever take one single minute for granted.

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Fallen Angel Eye View

Sometimes in my darkest moods I wonder,

is the Morning Star right about the human experiment?

Just barely conscious pond scum totally convinced of their superiority as they arrogantly scurry about their short pointless lives? Their entire history being nothing more to the universe but a momentary spell of déjà vu that will be dismissed just as quickly as it occurred. Undeserving of the slightest notice let alone the love of the Divine.



Or is Father right?

The least and most insignificant speck in space will come to see its own miracle of being and rise from it as a seed to a redwood. From a planet to a star.

Will they one day see things as they really are?

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The Best Thing About Me is Her
Category: Writing and Poetry

The Best Thing About Me is Her

© 2008 Scotty Green

She always already knew

before I'd confess.

She always saw so clearly

all I seeked so hard

to hide n suppress.

N sometimes

she used to close her eyes

just to try n understand

my deep darkness.

She understood the depth

of what was freely given

through theft.

The feeling of

finally returning

to a home

I never really left.

My Sherrie,

She's a major part of me.

N her absence

hits a major artery.

My Mother of mercy

n grace.

Allows me to replace

all my feelings of disgrace.

Allows me to write

to those who's perceptions

are so dull

they only see beauty

in body or a face.

Its ok now mama.

I'll protect you from

your fears.

Protect you from the villains

of the world

that brought about your tears.

Its ok now mama,

you can finally do the things

you been dreamin

about for years.

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My Longest Lasting Love
Category: Writing and Poetry

My Longest Lasting Love

©  Scotty Green

Thanks

for clearing a safe space

for me to crawl.

Thanks

for clearing a safe space

for my words to fall.

Thanks

for what ya said that night

I placed that collect call.

Thanks

for reading me those letters from God

n the apostle Paul.

While I was lost out at sea

thanks for being my shore.

Thanks for being so much more

than what's written about

in

1^st Corinthians 13:4

Thanks for being sweet peace

during my dark cold war.

Thanks

for doing more than you could

n loving more than most can.

Thank you

for still feeling the presence

of a cherished child

within a beaten

and degraded man.

Your love

refined,

genuine

n clearly defined.

With selfless gestures

you wrote the most beautiful

poems ever written

yet left them unsigned.

beautifully framed

by your frame of mind.

Happy Mothers Day Mama,

to your heart

from mine.

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From Between the Sheets to Between the Pages
Category: Writing and Poetry

From Between the Sheets to Between the Pages

© 2008 Scotty Green

My Queen

from

Queens.

Perfect ass outlined

through faded jeans.

We

mixed

sweat

blood

n genes.

Our Sex

was a conversation

carried out

by other means.

Remembering the smell,

the scent

of my sweet Belle

like American sex

in a Tokyo hotel.

N Its not a habit,

its cool.

I feel alive.

N if you don't have it

your on

the other side.

I'm not an addict

No wait,

that's a lie.

N yeah

I might be obsessed

But I aint

depressed.

Just don't make me honest.

You wouldn't like me

when I'm honest.

N damn

Its over now

I'm cold

alone</