Tap Tap Time

knocked out but
by the count of love
talkin all that jazz
sorry nothing mattered
but your lips keep flap
tap tap
my feet goes
and my toes knows
how much I love you
and how the beat goes

So this song goes
and goes
Everyone goes
Your momma went
And now you know
Journey journey
Is what your about
Rise rise revolution
Crawl then walk to full bloom

My diseases your resolution..

I am sick with love
I am sick with love
I am sick with love

Do you know what love is/?

then its time to go


Tap tap..

LO
VE

William Ortiz

My Own? No!!

What is your own?
Design made to captivate
rectangles and square
confused by the circles
origination
not from masturbation
not from delusion
not from seclusion

Columbus falling off the edge
Santa Maria no sex episode
on national TV

What is your own?
Your children? No!
Your heart? No!
Your home? No!
Your art?

Ahhhhhhh....

But NO!!!

I am an empty pocket when I die.

Selah...

I'm Running My Time

Time machine
keeps ticking
without permission
hands moving
unforgiving
without justification

without who?..

I don't need

I am.. without who?..

I don't need

I am.. without...

relentless
pushy
unforgiving
greed
narcissism

create a chasm
a fissure for your own
personal gain
and drain
without giving back
to those who look up to you.

without who?..

I don't need

I am.. without who?..

I don't need

I am.. without..


Stick your hands in the hole in the wall
hoping to find a prize
greedy trip to the other side
your mind wants the money and the fame
thinking that man was made

to give me what I need
as long as I gave up pussy.
to give you all that you desire
as long as I gave up my freedom.

As long as you define the path to be
I will always feel less than what I am destined to be.

I see the endless possibilities
do you see what the stars see?
There is no hope
between the legs and strength of a man?

Be above the influence..

I AM WITHOUT WHO?

YOU!

I don't think it matters anymore..
My time is not yours.

Time machine
keeps ticking
without permission
hands moving
unforgiving
without justification

Dancing In The Rain

Away taken away
by the mundane
happy with the money
walking like zombies.
it rains and rains
yet everyone hides
it rains and rains
but every one hides.

On the way to work
banging my head like the rest
cents per second
check given bi weekly
It rains and it rains
outside where
the vultures feed
the dead quiver
as its pierced by hungry beaks

Here I am looking
out the window looking
and it sits there
waiting, waiting
as I maintain the mundane in me.

But I will flee this day
through the field of vultures
through the rain and dance
once again.

Took the day off to maintain
the change in me.


William Ortiz

The Song of Let Go

Image by Fellapanik

PLEASE PLAY:

I love you
and
love you
and
love you

Distant like Timbuktu
Tree trunk
up-rooted
by the clouds
pillow soft hands
stretched down
to pull
us apart
You are the earth
I am the tree
no rivers
no flowers
no lake
no ocean
no leaves
no stretch
into the sky

Why would I?

Sun beaming
I am burning
You are still
You will remain

God sees
the pain
and takes me
home.

William Ortiz

F*cking Son of God

PLEASE PLAY:



So you scrape
in the beginning
the bottom of the plate
saw a reflection
of of you sinning
falling off of My grace

Or did you?

Shattered glass
in a million pieces
the Universe with a million stars
The palm with a million scars
tell tale of future and pain
coffee stain, but all your teeth remain

What have you done?

I am me, float
I am he, the goat
I am she, the goddess
I am it, the third eye

piecing the sky down into your room
gloom! what gloom!
10 swords upon your back
and you don't know what to do.

You are, bound
You are, double minded
You are, the troll
You are, yang missing the yin

Stare at the wall for five minutes
shake, shake uncontrollably
the incredible terrible
please let go..

I am here. I love you so..

Fucking Son of God!

TURN TO ME FOR MY BURDEN IS LIGHT AND MY YOKE!! EASY!

Rising Sun Rising Moon

PLEASE PLAY:



rising sun
horizon lit
torched the Africa wood
blood streaming
Amazon cheap literature
migraine wishing my life was more

money in my dreams
money in my pocket
money in my hand

Washington in my back pocket
then in my hand
then in the machine

Food
Water

sex
drugs

heart skipping a beat

stroke
disease

all the things Washington bought me

whore
slave


rising moon
light trail
cold wet concrete
the dark Africa man
waving goodnight
driving home sweet home
technology rise revolution
Philosophy at our fingertips
I felt decomposition
in my position
upward is my premonition

i dream -

good night Washington!