Look at me.
Defects and flaws,
I wear them as
my crown.

anger, stones, axes, knives, poison, daggers,
guns, bombs, sadness, explosions, cadavers,
planes that carry, planes that ****,
all for a flag sat atop of a hill.
is that what people die for?
or perhaps the flag carries meaning,
a symbol for the destruction and loss
caused by men in pursuit of power,
men who **** because they've never lived,
condemned to their gains which lay
presented upon an alter over a warm trap door.
maybe they want to feel the flames.
maybe that's why they bring them from down below,
because they're heathens, borderline demons,
who indulge themselves in death
to make their souls breathe.

are you okay with that?

War,
A permanent scar...
Bitter memory,
Bloodshed history...
Lost by one,
But won by none......

I wanna be wedged in the pages of your books, while you are unvexed in the pages of mine.

the foggy old *******
with all his naughty noises
and unfinished alley nectar
that relentless cement grind
drifting garbage
aromas pulsing
stench ablaze
****** poisoned crumpled clenched
choked scratched crashed splashed
a parting heartbeat
angelic sweating
all illness forgiven
unconditionally
and finally silence emerges

Books will soon be fading out
Devices are what we explore
Technology will keep progressing
We are improving more and more
There will be another way too write
They will say no need for ink
Just press the words on your tablet
We have newer ways to think.

Now everything is download
And we are ordering things on line
Soon banks will be run by computers
The sign of these changing times.
Things seem to be moving faster
More so than the speed of light
Keeping up is very hard
When things change overnight.

Now cars will soon go electric
And no drivers will need to drive
It will be similar to a sat nav
We should never be surprised
Who'd think the time would ever come
Where technology rules this earth
Say no to political robots
That simply will never work.