Perhaps the crystal clearest pool
Or lake of murky mystery
Is the true source
Of all discourse  
That flows to mouths of history

On lips and tongues of consciousness
We pass its streams to quench our minds
Of knowledge thirst
That lies submersed
Until cupped hands drink from its times

Then question how the river flows
Eternally through all we've been
Finding the source
To change its course
By what we take and put back in

In the heart of the forest
My evergreen eyes
In their luster and shade
Ever-dream of the skies
Above clarity's glade
And the peace that surrounds us
Connecting us all
As it hangs in the balance
I just waterfall
Into wind-chiming whispers
And mountain stream songs
As they carry my mind
To the realm it belongs

Only time will tell
If it's the end of mine I long to find
Or just the new beginning
When I lose all track of rhyme
In loss of mind and lost control
Of blind ambition's suicide
Intertwined with passion's soul
So that in life I might revise
And redefine my dead inside
From slow declining glass of wine
To kind rewindings left behind
As memories that bleed
And drip their drops of pure sublime
Upon the lines of self-disguise
And ambiguity which hides
Me like a masquerade
Of drifting through transparent tides
When not confined to ocean-sides
In shallow depths through which I wade
Along the waves thine skies comprise
When lies are truths and lows are highs
The tantalizing heavens
Are the lighthouse in your eyes

Running so far
And hard
Hitting the trenches so hard
For a living
In service
To purposeless
Since the beginning
By practically
Shaping
Ideas into forms
Gone as I
Can surmise
Was the source
Of her scorn
Wounds will not cauterize
When one actively healing
The other
Bleeds out
Every ounce of sincerity
Cannot amount
To apology
Eulogy
Ever my words
Have meant but
Incredulity
Like singing birds
Go unheard
Nothing new to me
In the ensuing
Routinely
Bombarding
Accruing
The losses
And with them
Departing
The battlefield
Having secured
Lasting peace
In which horrors of war
Can so restlessly sleep

Property’s slavery
Whole world still got it
And lands still the reason
We all pick a pocket
Pitch-forkin’ for-profit
Complex prison systems
Of jobs and backbone
Just say no kind of victims
When oil regimes who give rise to machines
Build their schemes to the skies
On their Thespian screens
Of democracy’s industry’s
Warring with Persia’s
Imperial graves
Till another god-king
Sends his Normandy waves
And we know we don’t show that to children
Now do we?
‘Cuz all of that blood and that rage would
Purr sue me
Subdue me, consume us young men in a field of what’s real
Made of fight for your life
Or be killed, or be killed
And then glorify heroes
Who ****** some kids
Instead of the ones
Who insure that they live
For a logical reason
To dream and to hope
That their Salem Witch trial
Won’t end in a rope
If they’re made in the image, we teach them to be
But we white-wash the parts
About humanity

The liberal dove hawkin'
On parakeets squawkin'
Talk 2 different lingos
Up at the board chalkin'
And still stalkin' pages
Of history's past
Until it's what I'm teachin'
To these kids in class

A journey of a thousand miles
Begins with a single step

But how to decide
When to take that step
And where the path leads
Should be more important, no?

I mean, what if that first step
Takes you right over a cliff?

Currently the clock strikes three
My poetry is presently
The time elapsed
In future's past
Until I'm writing history

You don’t mean to harm
Just aware that you do
You keep pushing me further
And further
From you
Despite every night
Time of your life
That I write of
You’re right over there
Just apparently far,
Tantalizingly close
As a dwindling star
And if some retrograde
Planetary disturbance
Pervades your brain waves
The harmonic convergence
That all
Seems to fall
Into place
Is erased
And instead forms between us
This mute empty space

Absorption
Of all sorts of
Warped information
So porously permeates
My rumination
An inundation
Of befuddling
Puddles
Besotted my brain
With each new innovation
I can not explain
Outpacing the rate
I can’t trace
A trajectory
Can’t calibrate
To this Morse Code
Perplexity
Vexing me
Try as I might
To decipher
The messages
Only in writing
The past’s
Lasting vestiges
Remnants of presaging
Matters in tatters
All scattered
About me
As mad as a hatter
Still poring over
An outpouring of tea
Kettles meddling,
Drug-peddling
Me more lunacy
With each sip
I trip, slipping
Down rabbit hole mystery
Sifting through time-shifting
Pages of history
Back to antiquity’s
Atavistic
And nuncupative
Socrates
Intellects
Recollect
Fragments of memory
Long-lost
In talking point’s
Pin-pointed provenance
Anecdotal,
The sum-total
Predominance
Of petit bourgeoisie
Partisan politics
Paltry polemics
And charlatan
Rhetorics,
Heretics
****** polygamist
Lamb’s
Transcendantalists
Warring with
Transgender bans’
Clans of militants’
Plans for the future
Contingent on which
Faction patches
Its lack of technology
Glitch
And yet still am I itching
To scratch at the surface
Of how it all started
With what is my purpose?
Except to reflect on it all
And persist
In existence amidst
Super-humanist
Bliss

This Poe flows Colder
Than the Winter Soldier’s
Poppy Rocky Mountains
Got these Madoff Hitlers frontin’
Like they cut from different fountains
In the ‘palm of Vietnam
We lit that Hendrix living Dead
Since True man’s ‘zilla psybeam bomb
Where I still pose Socratic **** ed
As the real clown prince of prom
Like how American’t these Laosy liars
Just say Uncle Psalm?
The most Unholy Roman culture
I have ever Lucid Sky Dove on
A liberal artist sculptor
Commonwealth fair sharin’ Guam
To sharpen tigress Lady Ganga’s
For the Partition pogrom
Where my extremist gets its fix
On next-door neighboring Islam
Though not to sink with thinning ranks
But think in ink instead of tanks
‘Cuz I ran-Contras gunnin’ nuns
I’ve chased the dragon’s rising suns
And now I’m building an empyre
For the dreamers I come from

Was not my intent
Hadn’t yet known
What I’d regret
Just a stone’s throw
From my ethics
In retrospect
Wrecked the supposedly
Secular
Disconnect
Yet disaffected
Too many
Apostate
Deported,
Extorted,
Aborted
Across state
The spate of creation
Debates
Predicated
On property values
And prices
Inflated
And yet there are shortages,
Mortgages,
Outages
Power imbalances,
Palaces,
Malices
Too big to tax
From dark money to cash
All so [sic]lically
Writing me out of the past

What I’d give to recall
The name of such beauty
The state of mind-numbing
That she found me in, I’ve been
Thinking about her
Since time it stood still
And now being without her
Still wanting to fill
Every hole in her plot
With my potion in motion
A mile a minute
Spit-swapping emotion
Accented eccentric
She spoke with her eyes
For the roar of the crowd
Stole away my replies
To her pheromone’s modus
Vivendi allure
Flash backing the fragmented  
Memory’s poor
From my wandering heart
And her long journey home
Such a mystery girl
And still onward I roam

Finish your thought
And I’ll tell you the problem
It’s shitholes still saying
This nation is great
When there’s so much more human
We have on our plate
Merely trends gender spenders
In ongoing races
To get to the bottom
Of cash system’s classroom
Outcaste standard test
Makes a mess of the cost of care
Valued at less
Than a greeting card, chocolate box life
Kind of rose
When it paints way more senses  
To feel the red prose
So keep toying with nukes
Like your insolent children
I play with the matches of infinite wisdom
As self-absorbed saviors of lovers unhappy
Pretend that they know what “in sickness” could mean
Why define “My Immortal” American dream
When I know you ain’t seen every scene on the screen that I’ve seen
But you know I believe that we both like the show
So keep watching the clock go right out the window
And go head over Helios, stop and then think
As you drink in addictions they’re making you sync
And then spill ‘em in history’s permanent ink

Given to mortals
To spark a rebellion
They used it instead
To drop ****** oppression
Reducing to cinders
And smoldering ash
Their symbolic salvation
And piles of trash
Unabashedly brazen
Emblazoned in races
Their banners and books
Conflagration hate nations
The forests consumed
In the climates of change
As the engines of war
Dragon hunger pangs rang
Like the rockets ascending
To bring them to me
But they crashed and they burned
And returned to the sea

A rustle in trees
Straight ahead
Line of sight
Out appears
A bold, alpha baboon,
Appears frightened
Its keen senses heightened
Igniting its
Fight or flight
Primal excitement
Bewildered on edge
By this guest uninvited
Delighted to make its acquaintance
Despite
Of its quick to take parting,
Decisively darting
Out into the clearing
And steering its family
Clear of my staring
But never breaks glaring
Back at me, intense
Of its all too brief presence
I take no offense
Distant cousins
With pleasantries
Often dispense

Never invulnerable
Left to devices
For sooner
The listlessness
Kindly invites us
To break from the mold
Punching clocks
Growing old
As malfeasance
And negligence
Leaves us exposed
To intense
Hyper scrutiny
Make myself usefully
Not just intrusively
Yours to behold

Finally laying to rest
For the evening
Another long day
Couldn’t find
Any meaning
To life
Just epiphanies
Not so bright light
Revelations
Absurdity ascertained
Death and taxations

The present tense
You are
She was
My undoing
With you though
The here and now
Feels like renewing
My letters contained in this green little box
Remain sealed
And sequestered
In restlessness locks
And I festered
Transfixed upon
Dissonant clocks
Buncha’ rocks
It all rots
And returns to the dirt
Without worth
After birth
Ever bound to the Aerth

In the future you will know
I was a relic of the past
I studied mighty, mythic leaders
Though my reign was unsurpassed
A Golden Age of gleaming wisdom
We grew sanctity in waves
We built peace atop the bones  
Of broken chains of human slaves
I cured rampant plagues of darkness
Ended famines made of greed
The dreaded flooding never ever
Could have drowned my will to lead
To see them freed, to see them strong
To see them beautiful as one
Was the dominion of my vision
My perspective was the sun
For all to bask in my regalia
My insignia emblazoned
On a banner of existence
And the hell that it was razed in
From the ashes that I bathed in
I was born the Phoenix Dragon
Breath of fire, blood of ice
And all the elements were muses  
But the earth was paradise
And with my knights and queen I conquered
Inhibition's fuedal lord
I shared his fortune with the people
Then as lion kings I roared
My pride restored to walk with cubs
Baby-stepping into light
And then Apollo came to guide us
To these otherworlds I write

How do we retain
The immortal decay
The immoral array
Of the weapons of men
Who were molded from clay

Mud-caked boots
Sink into the human roots
Habesha people make their homes
Of sticks and stone
Ancestral bones asleep beneath  
The Rasta prince’s lion throne
Divining water into honey wine
An extra month, some years behind
A sense of time unfettered by
Gregorian design
For here is where imperials in arms
Still fear to tread
But Terrors Red still fed the masses
With some promise broken bread
And circuses of war and bloodshed
Left a union in its stead
It stands unconquered on the continent
A gateway to the heavens
Conjures torrents from the halkan sky
With mighty independence
To remind the lone ferenji
Of its wild zealot prayer
And then at peace it shares its secret
Unrequited love affair

Surface tension
Wearing thin
Emaciated
Bones in skin
The shock sets in
Upon the sight
Of transformations
Into this
Cadaverous
Dehumanist
Adapting to impractical
Apathy practiced
Tactfully
To physically appear to them
Augmented exoskeleton

I'm not cut out
From the cloth
Of the beggar
No morally purer
Than drunken bootleggers
Don't claim to be better
Than junkies
And thieves
And in fact
Often share
In their proclivities
When my conscience agrees
To be righteously wrong
For the sake
Of forsaken
Virtues, all along
I have known to be merely
In theory
No more
Than the voice
In the back of my head
I ignore
When imploring me to
Ask it
What would God do?
Perhaps suffer the many
And save but a few
Of the most loyal supplicants
Bowing to none of it
Proving the makers
Who made us
Are done with it

But what do I know
About love
I just felt
A sensation of chemicals,
Offered myself
Like a writer
Seeks constant
Revision of draft
Like an artist
Peaks new inspiration
Of craft
I committed,
Devoted
A faith to its leap
As I countered a culture
That from me would keep
This phenomenal,
Pheromone
Fatal attraction
Fixated upon
A romantic abstraction
No, it to me
Far less inscrutably
Came
At first sight
And in every day after
In pain

Weary traveler
Tempered by
So many countless
Faces die
No more to roam
In search
The earth
Has ever been
My home
Since birth
But lately
It seems all too distant
Of some end times
Reminiscent
Nothing new begins
Nor blooms
The ardent activist
Entombed
Exhumed
In years to come
A relic
Of his trips
Through psychedelic
Delving into
Coalescence
With machine's
Planned obsolescence
My transcendence
Just pathetic
Condemnations
To hermetic

Becoming the madness incarnate
Unvarnished
I harness
The darkness
Undaunted
Still haunted
By tremors
Of traumas and dramas
Depicting my manifold
Soul-crushing ache
And I do
Like you feel it
And feel it
And break
Momentarily
Sorrow devours
Empowers my muse
Then depravity’s
Desolate desert
Ensues
And too long has its wanderlust
Rendered me
Barren
Refined and enriched
As a crude oil baron
No care in the world
My compassion is spent
Because every last love
Soon enough
Is lament
To extents only writing
Can offer reprieve
And with this
Elegy
Dead to me
Her I grieve

Much has been lost
Has been wasted
In vain
Have I granted
More former
Engagements
A claim
Have I harbored
More harbingers
Of my demise
Was I born
Have I worn
This whole time
A disguise
Was I really there
With her
Do I awake
Days
Have unnervingly
Quickened
Their pace  
I’m afraid
That it goes
All for not
But our scars
And tattoos
As our bones
Feed the earth
And the life it renews

As if it mattered
Colored lives
When nothing in the world
Survives
She’s taken
Great
At this rate I
Have only stake in
Yet to die
No reason to report
To work
To have the boss
Impugn my worth
Incentive’s solely
Meager pay
Misplaced ambition
Power play
Some day I could be
In control
But don’t get fired
Is my goal
For now
And patiently preside
Over the wasted,
Bided time
Until she stands
And cracks a smile,
Asks to use
Some stupid file
All the while
Unrequited
How she makes me feel
Ignited

They tell us
They love us
We put them
Above us
And with their
Attention economies
Drug us
And hug us
With warmth
Of embracing
A parent
Society shrugs
Off the bugs
Are inherent
Systemically
Hard-wired,
Virulent
Sentiment
Hasn’t yet made me a patriot
Actor
But rather
Appears
A contributing factor
To war
In its normalcy
All out more
Feeding
Its ravenous industry
Furnaces churning
Out cultural proxies
But all of its gods
Are just monkies
With poxies 🙊

Locked in a cell block of human live stocks
You can stuff it with ballots or build it with blocs
But the freedom you dream of is just an
allusion
To Malthus preclusions foregoing infusions
Of classes and races and genders and creeds
And the wanting more needs that democracy breeds
When we re-elect greed so it regulates voice
And then blows out our brains as it propagates choice
In the form of a cycle of wage-enslaved debt
Still trickling down into your glass of forget to regret  
Politician magicians use sleight of hand theft
To empty both pockets, the right and the left
And campaign on the same cheaters running the game
Who off-shore account lion shares of the blame
For the blood as it leaks on the bills from the ceiling
Their crimes are 9/10ths of this court of appealing
Back door patrol dealing like pimps in a club
Made of rolling green Edens on Earth and above
Who deny us so much as a crumb of the cake
That we eat so much garbage it stops tasting fake

Not waking
Lately
Don’t make me
Don’t wait
For the rest of my body
To recalibrate
To the normal world
Torn from
The phantasmagoric
Inert,
Idle,
Derelict,
Lacking euphoric
Or seldom
If ever
Revamping
Its lamp
Just reminding myself
I’m still caught in its trance

By silent, dismal
Voids of gloom
Forever I will be consumed
And as she closes in
On closer
I cannot resist
Disclosure
There is no
Escape from this
Eclipsed by some
Innate abyss
A disposition
Dimly lit
An extra piece
That doesn’t fit
A can’t be fixed
Internal glitch
Off-switch
Beyond the reach
Adrift

Their radio emanates
Gibberish sound waves
Orations of some
More officious
Drug-peddler
Addressing some far away crowd
Its applause
Periodically
Clapping
When speech takes a pause
And discerning a few words
I listen intently
With nothing else better to do
I imagine
This man
As the next Mengistu
But his politics
Seem to have little effect
On collective lifestyles’
****-poor domiciles
And unemployed peasants
Khat leaf-chewing smiles

You’ll never be one
When you’re grounded,
Divided
And bound in the chains
Of the masters providing
Supply-sided voodoo illusions
Of choice
And invisible hands
Puppeteering your voice
The split-faction distractions
Stagnating the nation
The meds in your heads
Aggravating your hatred
Awaiting your saviors
To say what you feel
As you’re bent to the will
Of the ubermensch steel
But the realest idealists
Are up here with me
And forever we muse
Of the truth
LSD

Older
More mortal
More time on
The portal
Less personal days
Fewer ways
To enjoy
What I used to make write
Not my type
Of employ
Now I work
And work out
If there’s happiness
Doubt
Even with
The girl missing me
More than
My worth
Even if
Underserving
Of her
Is my curse

Remember the way
That it looked in its splendor
Could sit on that balcony ledge
For forever
Just staring in awe at the jungle metropolis
Longing to fall
Back in love with the loneliness
Nervousness marking each second in solace  
Not sure what it is
But her charm is just flawless
And close to the touch
When our minds intertwine
As we ride through the countryside
Africa time
Running out for us both
To grow deeper in tune
Leading fleeting romances
To imminent doom
One more brief interlude
In Pinocchio’s dreams
I must sever, untether
To learn what it means

I just want to help
And be so far away
Writing poetry novels
Adrift in the fray
Where the thirst is the worst
And the hunger is filling
And any a passerby
Is penicillin
For staring at living
Cloud shapes in the sky
In the valleys of Neptune
Is my apple pie
My American dream
Is a slice of New Yawk
And an edge of the earth
Talk the walk kind of chalk
In my linguistic lesson
The anti-depressin’
Limelight stealin’ Stalin’s
Best Gandhi impression

The city light stars
Still appear to me scars
On the surface of Earth
More resembling Mars
Than the sapphire,
Emerald
Bejeweled sphere of life
With a white veil of clouds
To shield us from the light
Of the sovereign
Solar glare's
Untimely flare
And the holes
In the ozone
We can not repair
Nor can we reconstruct
Thawing glacial palatial
Ice capitals crumbling
In queendoms of Nature
The nature of humans
To topple it,
Profit it
Then in its place
Build a shining metropolis
Profligate in
Its consumption expansion
Suffusing, subsuming
The entire planet
New homes
From the old
To seek shelter from cold
Are those city light stars
Such a sight to behold

You have to look within yourself
To save yourself
From other selfs
And be the self
Beyond the self
The one who seeks forthwith to help

In ruins of the Roman’s greed
Lies my city by the sea
Where as a boy my joy would cry
To count the blessings green
For Mother Earth was me and we
Built cities by the sea

Until the day I came to lead
This city by the sea
Where as a man I vowed to try
To save her shores serene
From enemies of liberty
In cities by the sea

Free trade could not appease their need
For cities by the sea
Where as a slave I live to die
And feed their war machine
Eroding in democracy
Like cities by the sea

Fear not
I am only
An omen away
Just a miracle
Universe
See you someday
And in nearly three decades
My path has converged
Intersected
Enmeshed with
Insatiable urge
Irrepressible
Lust
To be wanted
Adored
But I must
Be left all alone
To rest assured
That attention received
Won’t just leave me aggrieved
When the unwanted feelings
Arising
Deceive

Just secret thoughts
Fleeting memories kept
Some vignettes
For someday to reflect upon
All I regret
When I couldn’t quite tell her again
How I feel
But I know I still do
I still think that it’s real
Though a dream to believe
I could be what she needs
Who she wanted from me
Was not always the person
I wanted to be

Don't run from the darkness
Or hide from the light
Feel the wind in your hair
Like an eagle in flight
Hear the streams serenade you
With rivers of force
Go get lost in the jungle
Then chart a new course
Through the pages of time
Through the infinite void
A celestial God
In the shell of a droid
As you anthropomorph
Into going bananas
Embark on safaris
Of conscious savannas
So give us a roar
Young lion, with pride
Your spirit is taking
A wildebeest ride
A stampede in each stride
You step into unknowns
Of intelligent life forms
At home in their zones
Stoking firestorm surges
And blastin' the tunes
An explosion of colors
And sweet sonic blooms
To share in the moments
Of one with the earth
The umbilical cord
That was severed at birth
And now reconnecting
With wireless friends
To sentient shut down
Micro-processing trends
With a macro perspective
On worlds of deception
To scale heaven's size
To the peak of perfection

Let me return you to childhood trauma
To monsters and terrors that crept in the shadows  
To growing so old all alone in this homeless
Expanse wilderness of a withering world
To the waking eye comas of numb nevermore
And the bumps in the nightmares you’ve dreamt of before
To the distancing shore where your hope is uncharted
In long, buried chests of cathartic departed
Delusions of love and emotional anything
Silenced and blinded and deafened by everything
Crashing and burning in dead expectations
And gun blasts of nuclear war trepidations
Relinquished to those who command me with skill
As they sow my dominion’s tyrannical will

I devour potential
The pop to your pill
I will **** and grow fat
On your deepest desires
Your secrets are mine
And I know a few buyers
The cold in your spine
Is my warm insulation
Where you see a failed state
I see a great nation
And now in the pensive impermanent pulse
Of your final days fading, do I now reveal
That my true name is fear
And I wish I was real

The optimists are cute
But so incredibly naive
They think themselves
The fullest living
As they’re dying to believe