photos and poems detroit edition (book/zine)

put together some books of poems and photos

theres only 5 in existence

one of em is gettin sent to my mom(brought me into this world-much respect)

so quantities are limited

let me kno if you want one

emoore585@yahoo.com

sooner the better

cuz they prolly wont be in my hands for long

peace

intrinsic tree

get a job tree
do something useful
that thing you release that keeps us alive is a thing of the past
were in a fucking recession
grab a hammer or some shit and look busy
mother earth is your girlfriend
and your moochin' off her hardcore

she likes what you're doing
because beauty isnt always a doing
being what you are meant to be
in the snow globe of great importance
i'll be a tree hugger
thank you osho

bricks in the pyramid

stealing what doesnt belong to anybody

and giving yourself a pat on the back

singing a song about a dead horse

and all the glory

cuz the pony could ride

the brick wall

with a temporary tattoo

stolen from michaels paint section

its all been a great blessing

bouts with depression

mike tyson went vegan

beaubien street

if your dreams came true

would you be there to appreciate it

or will you have shifted on to the next desire

clouds forming in our mind

sunshine and windy days

apparently this is perfect

given that it is seen for what it is

trees dance with the sky

given enough space

but definitely connected

as are the stars

and all the other marvels

that i've yet to see

but are contained

in the unexplained

as philosophies think

let me be

expose us

protect us from our insecurities

that come in the form of possessions

that we clutch

but the front porch is unlocked 95% of of the time

because we dont believe

that the keys of any need will come in physical form

more likely to be subtle and containing the spirit

many objects pass thru the hands in a life span

and it is limited in fact

or maybe forever

everything you can hold will turn to dust

a soul thats free

more than enough

free illegitimate advertising

the motives in front of our actions

the trees before the sky

and our uncountable buildings

what do we want with all the attention

without receding into a cave

being yourself doesn't need applause

everyone has something to say

except everything natural

unable to formulate

being in tune with the orchestra

you get less attention

than a mad man walking down woodward ave.

naked

yelling that he's had enough

police sirens

everyones just doing their job

what are you working for?