"...,He spit the food out of his mouth
When I accidentally misspoke
I meant to say "Cat Burglar"
Still looking queasy
He wrapped the remainder of his sandwich
And threw it away
Eyes still watering
And very upset with me
I didn't want to see a writer
Striking an actor
So I backed away
This script
Was getting increasingly difficult to finish
Damned Novocaine
Maybe I should have taken
The rest off the day off
After going to the dentist
But still determined to finish
At least filming the kissing part
Of the love scene
I had to deal with
My co-star looking at me
With open outrage in her face
Even after I said
"I meant to say
So!
This is going to be one of those days"
She'd cut me off shortly after
The first fumbled word
Then grouped together
With the writer
And stared at me rudely during
Lunch break
Huhh
I'd like to see either of them
Do better chewing
Peanut butter trail mix
After a partial root canal
It was then that the director told me
If I didn't go home
Budget or no budget
I would be replaced
But
In spite of it all
I'm still dropping by to say
I hope you're having a good day

Time to get in some holiday calls!"


Ronnie Lee Daise

"Raised by The Black Man's Sons
Hated on for being logical and handsome
He got really good at dancing around stunts
A thoughtful artist, cooling their hottest attacks
"Get back, I love you, psychos, get back"
But they were always taking a stab at something new
So finally, he did what he had to
Pushed them away with a colorful attack of facts

Number 1 on the twisted list of The Man's Sons, the dreaded headed Kidder
The crazy sitter schemer of bad things for innocent beings
Number 2, the big shit GodKiller, who's restaurant, the Munch House Inn
Was the last place to seek a plate
Hiding behind their humming enabler
The big D himself sought them out for favors and schemes
They were that level of Eve Old Deceitful Beings

How much heat does it take to bake a pressure cooker?
The Kidder  a skinny pig with a "squeal a meal" plan
Trick was when he had nothing
He'd make something up fast
Got coke
Got hope
Cut innocent throat
All so he could go on with his plans
To make everyone understand
Why
He felt so torn inside
The use of abuse produced fruit he could use for the clan
A heartless beating machine
Disguising schemes with
An intense display of false sincerity
This would be the end of his need to work so hard
To cause others harm
His charm was
Causing others to disarm themselves
While appearing to be helping out
His law
Practice
"The Art Of War" on everyone
Who didn't see him as their  king
Born to rule, in spite of his
Need to do nothing
For the betterment of anything
Besides his Ego
And drug need
There wasn't a lie he wouldn't apply to a situation
That didn't deserve it
Truth was
He was happiest when others were nervous
Around him
The more likely they'd bow down
For "protect Son" was the only motivating drive that existed
Behind his piercing, searching eyes
And the rambling in his mind was a constant reminder that
He was the only Son that mattered"

From "Shock And A Maze"
By Ronnie Lee Daise

Someone others found it extremely difficult to say "no" to
Rumor had it he'd once stared down a statue until it cracked
The invisible man was an employee that he'd had erased
For being too high profile for his taste
And I had gotten engaged to his daughter
Before finding this out
My exit plan had bottomed out
When I saw the list
Of his international ties
The photos of him standing with
Some extremely suspicious bug-eyed gray guys 
At what she'd described as a "little known, extremely upscale, air port"
Set off all my alarms
I'd never seen circular planes before
And the strange way she snored was beginning to make sense
Thoughts of the door triggered my adrenaline
Then, thoughts of "what for?" settled in
I loved her
More then I'd ever loved any woman on...,
Earth?
Hummm...,
Adrenaline again"


"Part 1 Of: The Axe Mergerer"
By Ronnie Lee Daise

"May I draw from
Some of the heart promised tomorrow 
To get me through these days?
May I stay in that state
Until my smile is recharged
And my face floats upward?
Make this my
"Asked State" for better
Living deeds
Something I can carry with me
Stored as memories
As I journey through
The collective accepted
"Asked State" of misery
So many refuse to reevaluate

The deeds
Have been done
To deliver containers with
Worthless content
Let me write my wish

Hoping to forgo the assemblies
That say
"Sew mini things"
When sew much is at steak

I'd like to take a moment
To rest
Recharge
And replace
This heart
It's been broken into by heavy sorrows
I'd like to replenish it
With some of the one
Promised tomorrow
To help me through this phase
Please grant my
"Asked State" for better
Living Deeds"


By Ronnie Lee Daise

"In a world where originality had been outlawed
It was his goal to become Public Enema Number 1
Sickened by the efforts of the compacted masses to relax
He felt it was his born responsibility
To help them remove the blockage that was causing so much...,
Discomfort
It wouldn't be easy to strut his stuff among so many twisted-faced tight-asses
It took years of training to learn to hide his natural smile and

"A free bird born into a hopeless nest
Who would have thought?"
The fun assassins were handed the case
"This will be one hell of a chase
But it must be done
These people must never learn what it feels like to have real fun
Or next they'll start asking about real freedom
And then we'll be done"
And with that
It was on"
By Ronnie Lee Daise

"As he and his crew were being pulled into the black hole
He saw what appeared to be a cosmic joke written on the edge of it
"Reality sucks"
That thought woke him up
Dressed and out the door
He was ready to begin his day
As Kung Fu Chicken on display
"Remember: kick, kick, peck, peck
But don't get too close"
That was all the training he'd received
From one his few remaining childhood friends
At least you can eat"
He'd been given no warning that the heat
Would be over whelming
For a man with his many degrees
The over the top teasing

"Was it the heat? We don't know.
Why did the chicken
Try to chase the man across the road?"
He awoke in traction to find that
That
Along with video footage
Was the latest Internet chat
With the answer being
Maybe because for a man
Who'd achieved all that he'd achieved
As an astrophysicist
Just to cluck it up
Drinking
He'd come to the conclusion that his
Reality sucks"

Ronnie Lee Daise

"His favorite paper
"The Sneaky Weekly"
Featured articles on how to con others
Into Weight and Sea
Burdening techniques
A brand new one every Monday
He knew that one day he would be
One of the smartest
Con Artists in the streets
After all, staying high wasn't cheap
Especially if one wanted to enjoy an
Ascending reputation

"49 Easy Sneaky Steps To Get From Point A To Point B 
Without Being Seen Using Or Dealing A Thing"
Wow, this article was going to be a good one
He was already the David Blaine 
Of disappearing things out of his mom's house
When it came to being a deceitful bastard
He really did know what he was talking about
In spite of the fact that no one else did
Wow
Next week, "How To Keep Obvious Signs Hid
While You're Steady Gettin' With Your Hittin'"

This was some shit worth never forgetting
 Like that "How To Bring Unsuspecting Friends Into The Life"
"Use Anyone As A Tool"
And "How Much You Can Really Get For Your Family's Jewels"
That was his motto
"Why waste time thinking when
When you could be drinking?
After all, the truth can't be trusted 
And honesty will only get you busted"
Wasn't that the wisdom
Pimp Daddy had handed down to him?

Thankful to be looking back at the time that those thoughts ruled his mind
He was also grateful to have survived and put years of positivity behind him
Growing, trying to become the father his pops had never aspired to be

Holding his son he laid flowers on his mother's grave
Remembering her last words, on her final day
"Baby, please don't destroy your son's life
Like you've destroyed mine"
That was all it took
For him to put 
His self-deceived, crazy mind state behind him

"We called him the Lunar Tick
Who was always hopping around
And emptying   
Others' heart earned stashes
He used to say to the brothers 
"Screw the right thing
No one's catching any drama from karma
It's a false alarm
Designed to give simple minds hope"

With that, he reached for his coke
Vapors were all he would leave 
Of those who trusted him 
Not one to care, he'd say 
"Life for me has never been A Fair E-Tail 
So don't bring your problems to me
Get over shit
'Cause more will be coming at ya quick"


He'd point to his head and say
"This makes me the right man"
When seeking to inspire brothers
To tag along and dupe others
Hit and split
Pinning the spin on the unsuspecting
Lame trusting suckers
He'd hand pick to shoulder the blame

"Somebody's got to pay for all of this
And with that thought, he'd flee

He'd mastered miss direction to near perfection
And rarely had to deal with
Thought provoking 
Deep probing questions
And amongst men with skills
He was "The Man With The Skills"
Running at night from burrow to borrow 
To avoid doing "The Fight Thing"
He'd wait his victims' anger out
Change his threads
Between robberies
Even grew some twisted dreads
That never fell properly
He thought to himself
Like water enraged

"There have been rumors 
That the collector's consciousness 
Doesn't have a sense of humor
So
From Heroine
I won't be needling you in vain"

With paralyzed struggling and pain

From "The Gang City Blues" Poem and Song Collection

They say I'm buried in it
I don't feel it's work
I'm free
My heart is all in it

It's my display of life
It's my thing I get to lead
Behind it all is a calling
A shouting out
That I may have done something worth
Talking about
Stumbled on to something
That left little doubt
That some of us are way underrated
And unjustly slandered and hated

Let my work stand as a kind of museum
That the so-called "worth nothing" man
May have something worth seeing
From a different perspective
That may just save the collective
From a swift tripping free fall

I work with words revisiting my mind
Of how I was told I'm not good enough
To be the privileged kind
My kind need to be rejected
And tossed into cities with the reject collective

These words from a man with a doctorate degree
With a wife on the school board
Two so-called "privileged beings" 
Who greatly disrespect the collective
Thinking no one can check them

Behind the scenes of most tragic things
Are disrespectful foolish beings
Like that man with the doctorate degree
Until you've truly done something for humanity
I doubt you truly have the right to call your self 
A human being

So what some people call "Me working endlessly"
I call "Giving My All
For The Sake Of What's Left Of Humanity"
And yes, that does include
Verbally kicking a nit wit's ass
Occasionally

This is my display of life
It's my thing I get to lead
Behind it all is a calling
A shouting out
That I may have done something worth
Talking about"
Ronnie Lee Daise

"Good things come to those who hate
But when good things look around
Because they like their vibe
Good things look deep inside
Separate who we are
From whom we claim to be
A good thing's 
Vibrational rate
All of it's friends must pay
No exceptions
No way

Wishing you all the good things
That life can bring
Me, Hug and Run
Love all of our friends
And travel in many directions
With only one goal