I propose we elevate our poetical
subjectivity to a faucet of objective reality.
So as we may live in harmony
With ourselves.
A simple brushstroke if you agree
Repeat after me
There’s no place like home
Now
Count back from three
Two
One...
Make it so
Let your creations roll!

These addictions
My mind says I need
But it’s only what I want
Because I’m bored as can be

Fill this emptiness
My urge is on repeat
Give me some ***, food
alcoholic, drugs
This hunger needs to feed

Who can go without
The rush that they now know
Every time the needle sticks
The world just turns to gold

In between is a living hell
Yet although they don’t seem to mind
They return to the ******* ******
Time after time

And that my friends
Is the condition you’re seeing
When this addictive nature
Hi Jack’s a human being.

Who needs sympathy
It’s only a feeling
I have empathy
The power of healing

Sympathy is for the devil
He never gave a ****
He don’t deserve my empathy
But that’s just who I am

I can feel your passionate pain
In the words that you express
I will embrace your suffering
Until you feel your best!

So if you’re feeling down
Broken or just blue
Open up your heart
And I will help you through!

I know I am out there somewhere
I’m getting closer to meeting me!
I can picture it now
Counselor teacher
Caretaker of the poor
Giver of a light so bright
It blinds the demon hoard
I can see myself beyond
The unlocked door

Won’t you come with me
Into the dark
Together we
Shall shine are part
To save the world
and find our meaning
Before the karamedic
button resets
Life being an unlocked door
Is a much better bet.

It was a big leap
from nakedness to
those hideous fig leaves!

To me the gender phenomenon
parallels romanticism

Because
it’s all backwards to me
Fields of lovely flowers are all I see
Your *** is fluent and mighty
The greater the wave
The deep the sea.

Evolution can’t go backwards
or else we’d all take off your clothes
Wouldn’t that be nice
If your genitality was exposed
You do understand
We still wouldn’t be able
to see your soul...

If the bottom of your feet
have such a foul stench
Then I would suggested
you’ve been walking in
The putrid pastures
of immorality.
My advice
Wear boots!

Dad,
where did we come from?

Its actually simple.
We are pieces
Of cosmic debris,
that broke off a giant star.
A star that was among
a large cluster of planetoids,
held together in a gravitational field.
A place we called home,
The Milky Way Galaxy.
Which is a part of our
conscious universe.
It’s all made up of of 30% matter
and 70% dark matter.

And it’s possible
that it all
came from another dimension.
In a instant known as
The BIG BANG!
What’s so hard about that question?

Now ask me a hard question
like why do people have to suffer?
And I would answer you,
so that we may live in poetry!

Please don’t call the thought police
I meant to say that underneath
Impeccable words I yet to own
When I’m getting really ******

Bring it down
Bring ‘er on down now!

Put the power trip to rest
We were all born with the best
Although I was hatched by a beast
You don’t need call a priest

Bring it down
Bring’er on down now

Let your blue hair down
Let that blue hair down now
Don’t be wearing no scowl
Just let your blue hair down now!

Funny as if we know
where all these
deep thoughts come from

Somewhere
well below the surface
the roots of awareness
anchor us to creation
as we absorb
universal insight

That is of course
when we turn on our
poetic light!

Surely the rules of life
Come with a heavy tether
Weighing us down
Tarred and feathered
To keep us safe in the wild
Calmly tamed
Mindlessness is the name
Of this dreadful game

Bring on the beast
Let loose Goliath
I am all ready bored
With our new Messiah

Give me back my bullets
the primitive said
Or perhaps I’m transcending
The living dead