The all seeing iris imperial city
The swiftest of stylus this side of the ‘sippi
The trippiest spittin’ Promethean hippy
Conspiracy theorist of eeriest verse
The despotic hypnotic black flag bearin’ Hearst
Still immersing myself in a poverty trap
As I grapple with lack of fact check cashing crap
Cryogenically frozen emotion vibes flowin’
From out my funk bunker boombox
Overthrowin’
Your global dominion opinion with ease
Shootin’ breezes with Tirailleurs Senegalese
I’m the kid wicked picket sign paintin’ Tom Sawyer
The ill eagle Taino privilege enjoyer
Still swoopin’ in mean on each **** I make clean
Pick the bones dry of serpentine oil green dreams
Then I bury what’s left of your money machines
With the pharaohs of old’s latest pyramid schemes

Enchanted shore descendant
Branch upon the kapok tree
In forests of El Yunque
The coqui songs compelling me
To write of the Taino sol
Still burning to be free
From The Lion's sword that bled
The pages of our history

Stolen land attendant
Encomienda living property
From roots of our ancestral bones
Was grown the crown's economy
Then baptized in the crosses' greed
They cleansed us of our savagery
A genocide of cultures made
Them rich with inhumanity

Kept at bay our independent
Luminescent solidarity  
Then poured in streams of Lares cries
To fields of pure cane tyranny
Yet caverns of Camuy echoed
The fleeting winds of liberty
To tempest warships harboring
A hurricane democracy

By '98 dependent
In '17  a new decree
Final draft trenches fulfilled
The ballot box with empty
Then sharpened territory clause
Reconstituted colony
Campos prison cancer cell
Vieques poisoned casualty

Infecting the resplendent
Contagious hope of sovereignty
Pandemics of oppressions past
Injecting present poverty
Virulent exploitation plagues
Still draining veins systemically
Indebted to the parasites'
Uncommon wealthy travesty

It is sweet like the middle of May
Moldable like Taino clay
Its juices stick to my skin because it knows about sweet tooths
The cravings crash into my body like waves do the sandy shores that harbor its trees
Shake shake shake
Till 10 fall from the tall tree
I try to grab them all but people weren’t meant to hold that much greatness
My small hands grab the biggest and the smallest
Peeling off its green and orange skin
Letting the sweet juices create art on my body
My teeth sink into sweet orange flesh
Reminding my body that this taste goes back for generations
Who knew fruit could time travel

Each day I rise higher
But what is my tune
I feel like I'm sinking
In blues of the moon
And the sunlit tomorrow
Still dreaming of peace
But the gargoyle grey
That prevents this release
Just deceases my hopes
To a blistering frost
Of the wars of mankind
And the children we've lost

All the prices it's cost
All the ads that they sell
All the drugs that they push
As they drag me to hell
So lay siege to my kingdom
My castle of time
My throne of the future
You won't take my mind
With this fake dollar sign
Or this plastic perfection
Just phony expressions

I am the infection
To swine influenza
To pandemic greed
I'm the pile of refuse
Of liberty's breed
I'm the proud single mother
Of Taino suns
I'm the conquistadores
That shot us with guns
I'm the guy on the line
I'm the hungry kid's dog
I'm the choking wage slave
Still inhaling the smog
I'm the cold-blooded bayou
The wilderness soul
I'm the Chesapeake Bay
I'm the diamond in coal
I'm the homeless elitist
The debt degree ride
I'm illusions of choice
Like the heroes who died

To bring you this flag
Painted red with their blood
So that all of god's sheep
Would but drown in the flood
Of the unfiltered Flint
Social media trap
And the classist caste system
Increasing the gap
Of the health to the wealthy
Instead of the sick
Of the weak and the tired
Of getting last licks
So don't think I don't notice
This **** isn't fair
I'm just also exhausted
From thinking you'd care

TI'ANO: people... TI'ANU: woman... TI'ANI: male... Φ: the people, ΨΨ, Θ.

   we are of different ***
      but of the same temper...    and i negate all vague understading
of the word temper: akin to humo(u)r and hubris...
i see tempers since they are flares
and need to be understood better than emotions:
since tempers give whiffs of objective: collective consciousness
setting, barriers, confrontation mitigation:
security nerd talk...
               which is weird
because we're talking not theater
not stage not world not fakery
we are talking piquant and parrot rhetoric nuggets
and ghouls and golden eggs
and endless games
the world is your play
the world is your play!

                           die welt ist dein spiel!
i will not have it in any other language: oyster....
the world is your play!
it's perfectly tensed for it to be beyond maxim
or younger insistence on giving wisdom...

          die welt ist dein spiel!
                                                   the world is your play!

so my marijuana "dealer":
pharmacist... pharmacist pulls up
i miss him
walk backwards and forwards
twice
the state failed "me":
rather:            it failed us...
i see a very beautiful thing
in England
the people
subverting the state
being vital
being citizen reals
the counter to the reality
of technology the veil
the Silicon Veil
coming from beyond the Iron Curtain
i see a Communism Mutated
after Chernobyll
i am the child of Chernobyll

god let it rain let it rain
i lost Quarus Ray
and i now have me
insolent Ukraine and
they are asking:
so if England left
because it was worried
about USA CANADA
NEW ZEALAND
POLYNESIA
and AUSTRALIA
getting worried and sending their
MI6 and MI7
agents to me...
there are MI7 agents
i am one
i am Catholic
without confirmation
just the baptism
i am creating an army
i am captain of this supposedly
sinking fish & chips
ship
oars
men! man your stations!
let's see us
heroism of pauper poets
who became
lawyers and talked ***** secrets
in bed
like name and shame!
shame! no name!
shame like god
has no name or many names
like sin!
you can tell white lies
i tell you as a white life
i am of the black flag mutaneers!
of the drowning souls
seeing how hell evaporated
and Dante was left with Gray
and Walls
and English weather
i hate Oasis with a passions
the passions....
someone overheard me thinking aloud
and i used the word DIAMETRIC
then had to check
eberyone working at Weimbledon
has a college degree...
but not people skills
i came late to the party
i was a college dropout the second
time round
i actrually have a chemistry degree
i put reins in on pedagogy
because i could spawn a many number
of ideologues
dictators
of the mind
we have christ with the crown...
i'm bringing in the throne of God
for i am seated on the Left Hand
of the Father...
i am the Left Hand
the South Paw...
the Harlequin and Saracen
i am the sparrow of Europe
and the hummingbird of the Amazon
and my Aztec Taino QB...
queen bee for short
my lovely juice of *** of **** boo boo belly
thighs and ****
i mean James Joyce was an MI7
agent... i will miss England
unless i get a full time job at Tottenham
and get paid £27 an hour
because that's what i was paid one month
but then the Jews
degraded me to a £18 and a vague contract of Time
space i can do with
but the Time it takes to work
away from poetry and painting and music
and all things noble
i wonder
i carried that barrier like a feather
because of how i felt
like Moses sludge in mud
and metaphor
for his days as a slave and not
a war lord
i imagine that
like i imagine
Jesus the carpenter
and then the Whizz Kid Seneca
Jesus is a Master of Sophistry
Jesus the Sophist
not Jesus the Christ...
now i see...
because i can see within the eye
and i can tell you
i have eye-worms
eye-parasites
i can see with eye in the eye
****-morphs
not
that other world that Benjamin Franklin
Jarl
               the evolution of Akkad...

of kings and queens:
i hate Oasis with a passion...
i first came to England
as a child without any language skills
i knew the world CLOWN...
but i didn't know a ziltch... German for zilch:
diddly squat....
           conkers for coppers and
cockneys
bell yo yo yo the bells tall:
i say we pardon our justices with more
fucky fucky juices
and we just experiment with time
and get our groove from time to time
like at the Holocaust
the french Revolution
that English Status Quo
Time Traveller
best kept of Rome: roads! signage!
i can FINALLY talk to men about
cars! ******* cars!
not bicycles and horses and
the ******* bible!
cars!

the mutan story
the mutant story has to begin in three
sacred places
Hiroshima
Ngasaki (African rip off of off
Nagasaki
probably some death trap Nigh Ger Mania IA[}AI
CHernobyll
Chernobyl
                    ILL:IA

i tyold you: stop ******* up my ******* QWERTY!
stop it
******* parrot
i imagine eternity
being reunited with my pets
and my wife
the Tianu woman...
i will just call her:
my Tianu woman...
TAINO....            O is exclusive to the Taino people
you ******* retards
i was stressed last night because of
so many AVATARS...
blue badge holders...
wheelchairs
cripples
wheelchairs
cripples
people using people with
disabilities as cheap rides
******* ugly ****....
Avatars ******* everyone:
likened diabetic disabilities
and i'm with my Muslims brothers
fasting or
constipated
the King can't interfere with Sugar Tax
but i would give more Concern
for Around the Area Sugar Tax
and think of geology more than environmentalism
and other -ologies... logic-without-logistics
chemistry and physics
united against biology
and its ******* children
humanism:
literature, poetry, philosophy, history
pooseidon's pseudo-mermaids and mermen...
i as the romantic chemist
i live in heroic
milk toast heroic times
but i am a romantic about chemistry
since i studied opera
blah blah
anyone can blah blah
curating an art exhibition but can anyone
also provide security
if freedom of speech is not on the table:
knot:
the rise of the surds!
surd!              equivocal qually:
equally:                       equi-           -vocal:
the same resonance?
meta-etymology
   on par with metaphysics:
words are not linear
they are                           in both space and time
they are therefore three dimensional
you need meta-etymology
for the sake of metaphysics
or ortho-etymology
or trans-etymology:

                      i truly forget the correct prefix
when also dealing with a flat earth
argument
that heaven and hell are flat...
heaven and hell are flat
hell is a labyrinth
while heaven is a tundra...
Oregon... Nevada...
it's a flat endlessness...
           then that argument:

                  heaven is ghostly...
it's fog riddles and riddled
heaven is vast and serene...
you might...

oh wait... the Catholic in me forgot
Purgatory...

so there are these musical snobs that hate Phil Collins...
well...
i'm a musical snop snob ******dough:
i mean: dyslexia and ****
schizophrenia adhd and ****
******* and ****
being a surrogate father and ****
how far apart
are the Antichrist and the Jungian unearthing
of a Elijah Mehdi
                               and the Paraclete?!

Slanderous tongues wont halt my steps,
Wont halt my stampede of forwardness,
As wisdoms guidance have n will ensure this,
Descended from Highest Highs,
While those who are doubters,
Will be bandwagonists,
Facades they are,
Always known by what flows from their lips,
Especially During Moments wear n tear,
Via
Solid Amounts of Kalinago, Bantu, Zulu, Taino Courage,
Will stamp out fear,
Against Critics,
I will persevere !

Only the dead see the end and its peace
So I keep it like Middle East priests on the beat
No retreat, I delete any cottonmouth’s tweet
With that Northern aggression white phosphorous heat
The Taino elite sickle slash and burn grass
Social class bashin’ sarin gas critical mass
I got caskets on deck for your company’s tech
Cause these money machines elect more college debt
So forget it, don’t sweat it, I got you kids diggin’
The vibe that I’m givin’ off riggin’ your system
With victimless crimes and cold warrior rhymes
Blowin’ mines deep inside of your blood diamond minds
Lucy Sky, Apple pie, with a hint of My Lai
From an all seeing why where the who  goes to die?

Still hittin’
Her hard
With disaster
Relief
Sinking boats,
Blocking votes,
No...
Congressional seat
Then deceitfully dollar
Diplomacy
Drain it
Of sugar cane
Brain
Generations
In training
To tolerate chains,
More urbane
Costs of living
Just giving in
When resist
Is just enlistment
A privilege to serve
In their wars of attrition
And still hear the bombs
Pounding into submission
The Spanish last bastion’s
Taino kid’s vision