Inventing

Mowing the lawn
Keeping my mind clear
Growing what’s gone
Is what they all fear
It comes to me after I finish
And I can no longer savor
the labor that gives me a sense of direction
floating at dawn
My moods now a weary handgun
Or so that seems correct
Sitting at the laptop
My accomplishments serve as a back drop

Resting For A Change

The damp shadow that is sleep fell upon my face
The warm gesture that is waking again kisses my eyes without the slightest trace
And I get tense just thinking about thoughts that previously pushed into my mindset
And brother says that I’m talking in my sleep
But I doubt that’s the case

Notice

sitting in a bar painted brown and a washed out yellow
cabaret dancers surround gentlemen based on their wealth
The men seduce money
While the entertainers do so to earn it
Women have become animals
Money has become foreplay
Love has become crumbling filth
If you can’t treat a person like a human what does that make you?

Coping Methods

You wake up
rub your eyes
look around
groan in disorientation

She wakes up
Extends her arms
You see her staring at you from the edge of your peripheral
Time for that conversation

She tells you to calm down
You tell her to be silent

She says what your mind needs is some peace
You say, ‘Why would I want that in my mind?
Are you out of yours?’


You go to sleep
and never wake up
She wakes up to a body
and never goes to sleep
Instead of resting the torn body of a mourner
She continues to weep

Change

And flowers burst and sprouted from stonesAnd beauty crawled out of grotesque appearancesAnd purity paraded from a get-together of amoralityAnd no one cowers Anticipating a blow from a cruelty so commonAnd concern crashed out of the teetering heart of apathy And everyone became empowered

Used

I’m a gnarled branch underneath your foot
I’m a speck of cartilage amongst the bones and soot
the trees fingers feature a seat for hollow bones
and the fact that they dunk my joints in rust is the reason they groan

I’m a twig blanched by a season of death
I’m a direct stance that’ll give an appeasing rationale for your breath

Vacation

I’m driving on a drugged up rainbow
I’m diving into a slug of pain’s throes
I ain’t sure how much more of this inscription
I can carve until you care
I ain’t sure if I was uncertain about the curtain
and when it fell rippling about my feet
And the hallucinogenic rainbow
Is a saturated semi-circle of deep satisfaction
If satisfaction is a quenching of a thirst
Then what happens when it’s been quenched to the point where it hurts?
And the bullet of shattered senses is piercing the center of my chest
And I pull it back like it mattered fiercely remembering all of the best

Daring but no longer Caring

two points for the phrase
three for the slave that you’ve made
The blood that you drew

four bucks for the rave
six for the depraved you sent to the grave
The dud that you grew


It’s time I give you the credit you deserve
Less than nothin even regarding the learning curve
The money’s screaming wonders that you never mentioned
The chattering chimera
Stares down the glare the glass pressed backwards

two more points for the one I ignored
three for the morbid mutterings I explored
The blood is licking your lips

four bucks extra
Care if I hex the
The beginning and the end
So there’s not a shred for you
So there’s not a damned scrap
You’re eyelids are now cages, your tongue is a grand trap

Thought

I think truth has become an inconvenience in our world. I can’t claim any moral high ground regarding this, it’s just an observation. Discarding truth is just a way to stay constantly comfortable. If we deny reality we may feel better because an amorphous outlook is easier to keep consistent than anything rigid

Underworld

Excel through Hell and all of its regions
The claustrophobic zenith carved with long lesions
Showering in droplets and fingers of flame
Cowering in the fire spit towards me and my shame
I am what I wish I could be
You are what they demand you to like
Massive insecurities draped together create new sight
Smashing blurring free of the tape above the flash lights
That our eyes
To the farthest skies
I will search
I will hurt

Restless and Ravenous

I ponder if it will be redundant
If I wander
Because how can an absent-minded person lose focus
How can immoral person do wrong
Or be lacerated by locusts
A plethora of plagues
Which turned the town pale
Which burned it all down,
Then froze it in hale
As God stood there smiling
Constructed from wood beguiling
You all
You’re a bead of sweat on
A beast’s neck
And you’ll be first to fall
Off his back as he kneels
And you’ll thirst for a call
As we’re attacked as new meals

Depths

I’ve been pushing desperately against this surcease
And the subjugation of my will
Shrieks so slowly, torturing still
I’ve been stumbling in the labyrinth
Behind the staircase
Squeezing at my shins
Tearing at my knees
With a blazing fervor
These steps of regret
I hesitate to hang
I levitate in the rain
Then drown in the drain
Run through
Stabbed
Gouged
By the past I allowed
Now I’m pulling pitifully
On corrosive cylinders
On explosive pills for the cur
Let me
Let them be my release
Only following what
Will bring peace

Life

I’m baking synonyms in cynicism
I’m taking stuttering rhythms and
Teaching them to enunciate
With a clarity
That’s a rarity
In an audacious age
I’m basting comfort with empathy
Alone in the irony
that the more I assist
The less I persist
I’m not running on empty
That would indicate something
Was there to begin with
I will indicate I'm frozen
but movement is necessity
Quit pressing me
Set me free
If you know what's best for me
I have no sense of self-preservation
I left logic for a permanent vacation

In this land of dust and poverty
I finally found what is bothering me
My past hasn't simply been following me
With a perception of nostalgia mixed with pretension
It's a bursting barrel of boredom and sometimes it's hard
In this yellowing yard
This new dimension
And what I've created and what I want to be
Is haunting me
and mocking my efforts and it's all beyond comprehension
I'm simply waiting for an extension of intervention

Scene

This glowing ambient rectangle
Redefines an electronic addiction
And she posts pathologically
to try to find brief solace
In this amorphous sanctuary
of hyperboles and
Adolescent on their knees
Begging, bawling
In veils of torn hair
Lies have adorned them bare
Peeled away their flaking souls
And reach their garrulous goal

Perhaps

Formal shouldn’t be normal
Shy shouldn’t be a disguise
Pain shouldn’t be a passion
You can open up your eyes

Fresh Start

The accentuating dark lines
Across a cylinder of cleanliness
A soft shadow cast inside it
There’s a satellite of incoherent confusion
Garbling in the curves of my ears
And it’s wire stretches left across
The wooden surface so high in cost
And back towards this machine
This is a magnet for my focusing fingers
For my momentary calm
Only an aftertaste of that raptures fate
Remains on my tongue
We have rebegun

Cynicism

There are new high heels made of bark
and even fresher throats made of seduction
There is a new steel made of hearts
and in a depressed blur that coats hope
Faded this articulate deduction
Bathed in dust
There are better scales which tip
dip in your favor
And corneas split
filled with your favorite flavor
Spilled a bag of browning blood
Just so you could savor
it all
But after that semi-eager, semi-indifferent
Simultaneous sacrifice
The best, the amazing, the beautiful
Intravenous but only
Qualifies
Is only categorized by nice

Above or Under

The new barely provokes a reaction
what must
It’s just something wrong with me
I’m optimistic but I’m jaded
I’m considerate but I’m a prick
I’m dedicated but I’m untalented
I’m rarely improving
Constantly self-deprecating
My esteem
Is choking on it’s own thinning steam
And I know that depression’s grinning continues to gleam
my esteem
is green with nausea towards itself
It’s just something wrong with me
I’m a failure yet I continue
I’m deliberate yet I’m an accident
I’m practiced yet I’m naïve
I’m barely improving
My somber self-expression
My floundering facets which further me towards a facility of a faith with the strength of a feather
You’ll never improve me so despite your ability to wait so let’s focus on the weather

Can't Help It

Loose ends
That stimulate swiftly a tone I no longer wanted to harbor
You intend
To dictate dramatically through a theatrical throne
What is this further or farther?
That indicate a clashing clone I no longer wanted to harvest
But the grain’s so ripe
And the sickle still shines
And their wont be another season like this
Until the end of this teetering time
Is no longer wrapped in vines


notanymore no icant
notitsnotlike that iswear iswear
the thought process of a
Sentimentalist who doesn’t want to share
thiscannot pass letitbe
thiscannot dash allinmysight allinmysight
Reinventing sensual lists of all you can bear
If your so convicted then why do you rant

Unrelated

to any poetry, but I haven't slept well in nearly a week....And I'm falling apart physically. Mentally I'm actually really well...It's just tiring that when one of them seems fine the other has to be in subpar condition....It's affecting my productivity, focus, etc...
I've gotta go to sleep.

Whatever You Wish

A halo of creation
A division of shadow
I rate those approbations
A revision that’s hallowed
Your ultimatum’s uninsured
You can continue to excavate them….can’t you endure?

You insinuate
And all I’ll do is collapse
In response
You vindicate
And all I can do is reset my traps
Yeah my world’s wailing
and this culture I’ve created is crass
Yeah curls in the fabric as we continue sailing
And the torture they’ve confiscated will last
….Unlike you

In these horizontal outlets we’ve found a new coping mechanism
In these plant rectangles we’ve found a new coping mechanism
In these soaked ovals we’ve found strength to carry on
In these broken philosophies we’ve found a new cynicism
Or perhaps I’m melodramatic with the issues which choke me

Medicine

Drooping souls examined
The shrivelled pulp
into which his body became
Don't worry
they assured
With tones quite demure
we can
convert his corpse
we can
promptly pervert your remorse
A carcass is cuisine
if smashed within the right dream
and when darkness gleams
cleanliness flickers with a sickly light

?

Kidnapping millions
Stuff them in bags
Place those bags
within a fire
far-reaching
Rape of a fascinating resistance
Deflate this masochistic conviction

Sorry

I can’t rationalize a portion of the dramatic distortion I have spun
all I know
Is I’ll see it through to the end now that its’ begun
The arrow’s arching backward as my spine follows suit
Despair is a backward art that can siphon away your youth
I made notches in my arrogance
I slaved as you misbehaved
and your heart is defrosting but it still isn’t healed
And I start the accosting only as an appeal

Grinding Halt

Oh god I’m falling to the floor
Where am I
What did I say to you
Oh my I’m calling from the store
Where’s my car
And why do I feel this way
Oh I have no idea who I am
or what I’m doing
I’m having trouble seeing
And even more difficulty
With breathing
I’m huddled in self-infliction
And I want to be helped out
Before some form of an out helps me

Compare...

You’re looking up
While
They cut into your pain
Like a deck of cards
You’re refusing to stare me in the eye
Now that you see that the dye
That you misused
In which you flew
Diluted the dogma but
You can’t replace
What is true

Frozen

Hushed tones with an ominous hold
Blushing and groans with a calamitous cold
All caught on videotape
That happy hazard is lined with yellow plastic
Barricading a smaller chalk outline within
I wrestle with my own mind
It’s knotted like a pretzel and relaxation
A new elation
Is what I’d like to find
I struggle with my own solace
To the point where
Relaxation seems
Foreign singular strange
Let it go
It’s already loosened its hold on you
Hold steady, though freedom is long past due

Carousel

You created contrast
I created lighting
You created an unintelligble fast
I created fighting
You debated times that wont last
I invented lightning
And brought it down
with malice to
let it nestle and burrow
into your head
your brain
No need navigate through this huddled homestead of rain

Tried to Save Her

you’ll never pry kindness for my grip
she said this as my esteem slipped
dripped sideways
and took a tragic trip
I wish you would admit that you’re just lit
I said as I pried the bottle green from hands
On wrists that my as well have been slit
I let you slide onto the chair in the den
I let myself sob in the kitchen while preparing
But not daring
To realize the inevitable
To reiterate the incredible
insatiable
Truth of which she was
the proof
Her interpretation was invigorating
But no longer something I’m anticipating

Delusion Feels Normal Until.....

Weekly rainbows for a season of gray
Seeking faint glows of the disease that we spray
crushin cityscapes underneath your heel
Lush videos for the sake of the wreath of steel
Whatever makes you feel at this point
Whatever shakes you until you reel at this point
Creaking doors
as tainted growths pour in just as you begin to heal
Harm held your hand while breaking your mind
Yarn for the demands held together so divine

Me

I live as if when I close my eyes
I may vanish
Evaporate
Or directly die
I’m brazen
I’m brash
I’m invading this combating
City of ash
Comport yourself
Retort your
Iconic conjectures
Of convulsions
That he dealt
Explore my
sonic salutations
of nothing more than
a misguided compulsion
A gush of foreclosure
For the lush overexposure
Of your thoughts
Your life
Your enemies and such

A Small Scene And Some Arrogance

We answered his question
with a goddamn gunshot
The dancer in question
was an outspoken slut without
Doubts caught


I couldn't care less
What you think of me
If you hate
How I am
What greater incentive is there
To be more obnoxious
I wasn't just the one who invented it
I was the one who taught this
I am on demand
I didn't just make a scheme
I am the plan
I am confidence
I am whatever I wish to be
And I can con perfection form these dents
My life's like a western
theatrical, chaotic, intriguing,
With an overlying love story
But if problems are declassified
I will confront anyone over anything
I refuse to back down

Translation

Sign language
brail
They’re what I seem to need
To decipher
the enigmathe blind languish impaled exploring the pejorative
even moreYou never lost hope
Hope lost you
Just let it back in; and all this will be through
How can you live it up
While I stand here hopeless
Giving up

Me Or At Least A Portion

The histrionic harmonics of a hapless hindered hummingbird
We grip these phonics and tonics of faithless sinners drumming heard

Not What You Think

escape the profiling
dictating the lowest reconciling
Of the groteque reckoned dialing
Who are you to tear out tongues
And relable them as lungs
Who are you to animdaversions so unable

Castaway

In the twilight
The frost bites
And the crass cold bites
at coattails of the floating deck rail
That you pull close
as you meander through
a sea of compromised convictions that defined you
That magnificently maligned you
The slew of slander
Shouldn't be the standard

Why Not?

Let’s vilify the vacation
But the silt in your eyes and
Give the surreptitious silence
Clearance
Couldn’t you have found
Clarity in charity?
An estuary of
the unnecessary ultimatums
Inundates
The sum of all their fates
What is the world
but a reflection of irresponsible human nature
What made these pearls
but an inspection by the constable that revealed
a needed nomenclature
The past has been crawling at your heels
Waiting for you to fall
Begin to crack, melt and peel

Mafia Mishap

Drinking from a coffee mug
Whilst lead slugs
Fly from every direction
Like a spider web of bullets
8 hit him in the gullet
4 more crucified him to the nearby wall
Mob men
Making sure
That you know not to stand tall

Noir For the Poor

I’ve gotta hatchet in my hand
I’ve gotta casket on my land
with vampirism on the mind
and a shovel in my other hand
with body disposal on the mind
and nails locked intimately into myflesh
With paranoia eating my mind
and eyebrows of barbed wire glued uncomfortably
To this bleeding crudely carved desire

Strain

Set me free Or let me beI never wanted this to begin with
But I'll be haunted until I end this
the mistake that rakes across my mind
he said with a half sob
Convincing myself that I'm not in pain
has become my new job
The occupation to find elation
It shouldn't be this way
I was never meant to live this way
I look forward to sleeping but not tomorrow
He choked as he spoke
Because there are enough scars from the present day
He put his head in his palms
I've put so many qualms in
the back of my thoughts that trail
And I should've known the deceit
From your eyes that quiver
Your skin so pale
That it would all fail
You've taken a good person and
turned their heart to shale
And I've been flaking all along
He collapsed within the pressure

Unfortunate But Accurate

Everything is evaluated since trends became the truth

Inside Who's Head?

Head to the side
Tear soaked shirt
Look of hollowness lingering in her eyes
Head to the side
Inquisitive and confused
Eyes tilted downward as her esteem when abused
Muddled mascara
Now tilted upward searching an empty sky
Do I have to go it alone
I—I’m not strong enough
Can’t you pull me to my feet
Torn dress
Help me help myself before I hurt someone else
Head to the side
I’m empty and cold
So tired of the numb feeling of everything feeling misused
and how everything hurts
Bloodshot eyes

Death

Death is a breath of an embrace shattered and spattered across a monochromatic static which provokes a new brand of addicts to the tempestuous traffic that they label with encomiums regarding it and their relevance in the grand scheme, the bland dream of consciousness that streams, but trickling is more accurate and the trickles are poisoned with pretentious voices, vicarious choices as people live through those around them and relegate themselves to be reserved what did you deserve, the learning curve is a burning bridge in this life and people often have to walk it blind, balk at the signs then throw themselves into an abyss of disassembled tranquility and broken wrists, the notion of the extravagance continuing to endear seems ready to disappear, it seems to believe is to grieve without restraint, watch as individuality faints and flies into a coma, and the vitals retitle this existence as nothing but pragmatic persistence, at the sporadic insistence of a coagulation of vague morals that made every tender cell of an even more nebulous incredulous person, is it any wonder that everything hurts them. These cynical cyclical hypocritical people impaling themselves on stale steeples with every wasted word they let escape, people’s lives should be love, not all this hate, as those around fall and fail and scrape every ounce of enthusiasm just to get by and to defy the inevitable eventual cry…………………………..

Speculate Debate or Simply Delegate

Oscillating
and demandingly ominous

Further through
Envelopes of flame

The horsemen are greeting graciously
and are outstandingly calming thus
we can trust?

Isn’t that the case?
Lies have amalgamated the tabanid
Pursue the parsimonious prison
or live life with liberality
or give life it as if it were an undelivered fatality
The eternal labanotation
The external grave of crass citations
Burn through the brave yet disasterous implications

Alienation?

Proposition of a newfound mission
Intrigue of a backwards due league
Festering and sequestering we’re investing
in a fresh hell of detesting
In the best shell of depression dogma
Which will rob the
minute with a muted tone of a grasping groan
A fluke with a reputed loan of a fasting clone
You are the epiphany that has never shone

The Social Scene

Fascinated
By the masks I painted
One for the crowd
Two for the street performers whose roars grow so loud
But I’m weary tonight
I can’t see crisply
Clearly tonight

Within the castle she fainted
By the slashes I painted
One for the clouds
Two for sweet conformers of whom no one is proud
But hear and see that broken sight
I can’t see with the
Fearful insight

Comparable or Not?

Goddamnit child
I’ve slammed the wild premonitions
Within a war that you wish wasn’t being wondered over
Erratic bile
Is crammed within the defiled paper prisons

The bandit dialed
with demands and a masochistic mission
Within a wisp wavering inside the wishes under covers
Bombastic piles….
of a past thought paraphrased to the point of a distant contusion

Help

Word has it your empty
Word has it you simply
want someone to care
want someone to share
a life and end that dispare

Word has it your alone
Word has it you wish
Someone’s voice would hold a kind tone
and let you know things will be fine
and let you know there is a divine

intervention
The greatest natural invention
And it will always be declared
Whether you
choose to accept happiness
Is the hardest disposition
To develop
Or so I’ve found

That tranquil peace, encouragement is the greatest sound

Pages

Bookmark
your bruises
Look smart
with your fuses
You better know
The debtor slows
an acknowledges a shred of appreciation
Before dramatically draining the empathetic emaciation
Life isn't confusing
You are the source
Of your pleasant ice-cold ports
Of remorse

God is Your Gun

Jesus Christ
will please the might
of a multiplicative warmonger
of a duplicit mass-murderer
of a new limit
dictated by the
Disheveled sheep herder
Naiveté’s a whore and by
the time you spot her
Your in line with a cry
Next for the slaughter

What's In Plain Sight Can't Be Accepted

Security in the airport at a maximum
Lax
But peace of mind is precious so please just relax

Purity of intentions in America at an appalling
Low
Declare
Esoteric as the
Never-ending truth

Ignorant finality and failure are synonymous now

Postivity

Things are looking up
and ignoring the beauty of life laces everything with failure
So I will not allow such qualms to quiver within my mind
Existentialism
For everything
Is the right outlook

Embrace

Embrace the pungent
Redundant
Taste of
of a faltering
Sweltering
Yet sheltering fate
But how could
we
Embrace what redefines your face

Scapegoat

I blame the shame
But what would I know
I composed the rain
But that’s nothing I would claim

I brought the shot
But what would I sew
I exposed the stains
But that’s nothing next to fame

Back Off

Save all
the sorrow
behave while
I borrow
a little bit of the past
Although the lows
that we hold with white knuckles
muscles fold and are taut as my
belt buckle
We know they wont last
But we’d love to grasp

There is Nothing

Nothing:

There is nothing but a theater full of bleeders
There is nothing but a casket full of gaskets
There is nothing but a life impaled on a knife
There is nothing but a beach out of reach
There is nothing but fingers that barely, rarely linger
There is nothing but a sun wrapped in glum
There is nothing but a president represented as something reticent
There is nothing but Nigerian’s wondering why people are fearing them
There is NOTHING
B-bbbut a void that annoys that everyone treats as a toy
B-bbbut a side of a divide that everyone has spied
B-bbbut an anarchy of malarkey that we call a life
Did I mention- there aint anything?!
Did I mention – Bare minimums are everything?!
There is nothing but a lull punctuated by skulls
There is nothing but vanity-driven insanity
There is nothing but a twisted enlisted empathy
There is nothing but narcissism that parts within them
There is nothing but false intentions that we failed to mention
There is nothing but a delivery of misery and bigotry
There is nothing but a bayonet in the trays we set
There is nothing but a didactic disaster of a bastard
Let’s lock up the laughter
Let’s shock out the most recent chapter
so we can realize that…..
There is NOTHING
B-bbbut a void that annoys that everyone treats as a toy
B-bbbut a side of a divide that everyone has spied
B-bbbut an anarchy of malarkey that we call a life
Did I mention- there aint anything?!
Did I mention – Bare minimums are everything?!

Discernment

I have a confession to make
I lost myself
I couldn’t stop
What
I didn’t know I felt
And that’s all there is
To say of the matter
My depression came from adding aspects of fake
Let me be
I’d prefer
Authenticity
To a social cure
she is all I need
Accept it
or criticize
I find all truth
Just by looking in her eyes

It Really Is All In Your Head

Mourning things that could have been, will bring you more pain then actually missing the opportunity.

Happiness is the ability to allow yourself to simply savor perception

Just a couple sentiments

Be excited for the sake of enjoying every moment of life.
Be passionate for the sake of creativity

What Would you Expect

Tired and hungry
My heart, my body is mumbling
Muttering incoherently
For her
For rest
My mind’s like a news ticker
Rarely slowing
But certainly
Repetitive
Everything cannot be relative
Because if that were the case what would death be?

Thrown passes, bruised bodies, screaming coaches, torn turf
blown through a draft of enthused roaches and shorn hurt

The Anxious Revolutionary

Hands clasped together in anticipation
Towards an end that no one wants to admit an inclination towards
Though it may seem like the solution of the present day
His future problems will obviously never be refuted by the
Thoughtful rationalizations that he claims as truth
Tanks of the nation outside have come to claim his youth
How could harm become the new proof for negativity
Then realizing death will make his points turn and all but moot

Life and People's Treatment of It

So many questions
So little time
So many
blessed trims
of hyperboles
rewritten to be
the gospel of
the
21st century
amoral
apathetic
A litany
that rips
through the
gospel
of malevolence
and sadism
that fade
the passion within

Realization

Pain is loss, so you cannot always be in pain because then you would never have anything….This refutes the ‘life is pain’ argument

The speakers leak
Her organs
Ride along a bored wind
I’ll never budge
Develop a grudge
Towards the stereo
Blaring low
In the background
Glaring betrothed
To intimacy
With boredom
Show me the
bodies,
Where have you stored
them?


4 walls
4 mace balls
Bouncing
Renouncing loyalty
To the boy I see
Huddled in snow-sprinkled seas
My eyes show wrinkles
Giving way to
Pockets of relief
4 halls
inside 4 different
malls
The décor
the floor
resembled a morgue

Contadictory Observation

Eternity
is burning
and
I’m a little cinder
Heaven
is frozen stiff
and
I’m a deformed icicle
clinging to
their
necks
Everything tells of
Hell so
what do
you
expect


I don’t actually feel this way..but I feel the poem’s interesting. Though I feel expressing myself is important, I feel that doing it an intriguing way is of even greater value.

Spontaneity

I’m a whirling
Windmill
Full of
Cinnamon and knives
I’m a
Absentminded
Hurricane
Full of
Dividends of lives
Riding by
the
Kangaroo
Station
and smoldering hotels
Inciting eyes
that
Travel sideways
over
Blurring roads
Light leaks from cylindrical
Containers
Reminiscent of
iron eyelids

The Situation

bringing the world
To me, and my views
Pay dues
Declared me misused
By certain little
Machines
That claim they
Have hearts
I’ll believe you all
When I see
Them beat
When your feet move to
Delete what you’ve
Damaged
To repeat the hacking
Over what’s
Been
Recently bandaged
so
Delicately
My mind is free
and yours is
Thinking
Celibately

Cripple

frail little cripple

why won't they wait

stale and so brittle

It must just be fate

hail of knives that stipple

and puncture

a perfect pure sky

of the most inhibited purple

Angry Poem

I planned for
the screws to pop out
So
why’d they fall back in?

I planned for
you to develop clout
So
How’d you call back sin?

I planned for
you to shut your mouth
So
Simplify
or
Sanctify
You
Surreptitious
Little snake
the vicious
the delicious
Watch it all dissipate

hmmmm

broken and battered
how are you sir, how are you?
Misspoken and tattered
How far are you sir, how far are you?
A token of the
shattered
Have the scars penetrated
through
Let me impart
the degenerated few

Mr. President

An
awkward aquacade
with
the appearance
of
prison of
flesh

A stalward stigma
that caused
the corpses
to fade
The debt is
paid in a
cavern
of dust

Handicapped
by your
own financial
lust
The money's
a must....

War poem

Flaring
nostrils
Drawn
swords
Hair twined
in blood
Bodies
sewn to
mud
Arched
eyebrows
Screaming
mouths
Dry falling
skin
Spinal
columns
rearranged
Stomachs
blown
through
backs
Open your
melting eyes
It’s raining
down
bullets and ash.

This is what being sick does to my thought process

My mind aches
as if my head itself will soon just break
And this present pain
aggravates
But I try not to
to let it
make more irrate
Is it
fate
for me to be crippled by a dyslexic pain
……….
For me to hurt
For me to have
healing
Torn my hands
..But not
my mind

Concrete
Defeat
.. what a
design

I deliberately make myself
blind
to the
barrage of whirs and clicks
Indicating
the

Passage
of time

An existentialist
With
A
Mix of mental rifts

A monumental
Shift
Showing you dipped
in
darkness

And found
a
satisfying
sarcastic
emboldening force

Now all you are
is
bombastic
With

A furious chokehold
on remorse

Just thinking

Unveil the queer
Painting
Leave
Audience members
Fainting
See a
Hapless haughty sense
Rendered
By
The
Vicarious surrender
That is
Ever evident
In embers
Set
To your limbs
Sprouting
Jaggedly through
Your chin
Nightmare
To a
Rhythm
Is that
Such a sin?

Even more

Through shivering shadows
and desanctified sadness
Through
beautifully helpless happiness
and damaged gladness
Through nonexistent comfort
and dissipated faith

blank thoughts
Characterized by even more empty stares

Through slivers of light
and delicate madness
Through
Hideously low trapped in this
and crumbling peace
Through common wisdom hidden
and abating fate

Rank rot
Americanized by even more empty glares



Clad in all black
Jesus is back
with bruised arms
a mask of contusions layering his face
See how the past conclusions fair in this place
Gravitating towards
Golgotha
It’s time that he
fought the
demons that we refuse to release

Destroy
the love on lease
that cruelty
wishes to
Increase

And he plods slowly
on the sidewalk
below the frigid cityscape
To the left of the prisons
To the right of corruption
Below a
Heaven that no one will hold



You’re a clone
a copy consumed by a lack of self-clarification
and a lack of confidence
actions cry for attention
and your posture cries for assistance
And…yes I’ve been cruel
And…yes I’ve spoken and joked with you
And….then talked behind your back
Selective kindness
is a contradiction
I’ll
try
to redirect this mindless
lack of conviction
I just hope you
can find yourself
amongst all
this superficial
sadistic social sacrifice
Would there be conflict
If everyone was secure with themselves…


Out of my life
Out of my mind
Out of my images
Out of my influence
You were a mistake
And it was fate for
Us to be such a
Magnificent
Failure
You’re the vapor of a wind I no longer breathe



Arrogance
I declare with a glint
And every step I take
Cleverness left you
Looking for a namesake
as I swagger
through the cemetery
Dancing through
the tombstones
Fancy a glaze of glue
For the lips that still groan?
My mouth full of rabies
and some gray foam
I’m just a well-dressed
animal
Welcome back to your
permanent home



Disheveled hair
and the warped metal
Declares
Remastered disaster
Coming upon
Frantic and
Faster
as she wrapped
her arms ritualistically
Around
That superfluous
Relaxation
That gun fight
Numbs the lights
in your irises
Pours through
Your listlessness


Immediately
Working deviously
Scheming
Dreaming
Leaning heavily
on what is wanted
on what is wished for
on what is missed
But may yet be in store
If I can muster patience
If I can keep myself in check
If I can ignore the luster of a great pinch
of
Ignorance
And weep within a war
That I cannot
Ignore
This mind that rarely slows down
That fares better
When it’s not imbedded
In the ground

No police
No regulation
No standards to meet
No inhibitions
No false freedom
No souls for purchase
No mass-murder
No suicidal military commitments
No praise for lust as a replacement for love
No praise for the corrupt as long as you’re in their favor
No sadism
No apathy

..................

Tethered to leather
Measuring endeavors
Fragmented feathers
Treasuring nevers
Nostalgically
Analyzing
Problematically
Paralyzing

................

I harbor, animosity
Pry farther damned to monotony
Sky darker
Then
The cups of washed out gray

Eyes scarred, drop the sea
Sigh harder, Land just copies me
Lies part her
Further than
The cups of washed out days
--------------------------------

Generic declare it
The new
Originality

Watch the gray clay blaze
The crude concrete
Take a seat
The subway exudes

Watch the soil boil from toil
The blue old feet
Mechanics bleat
As the wrong way
Becomes true

Six dark-red stockings
A car crash took away the seventh
Six pairs of tattered shoes
After that they didn’t need the seventh
Six became the new emptiness
Six became synonymous with loss
Six became a bruised black and blue