In I came to Dublin town,
Riding one fine morning,
I spied some Johnny Bullies
And I started off a'cussing!

Leave my home,
Go on get out.
Leave the whiskey,
Leave the grub.
Tell the king
To go *******
And stay in his doe-hog hovel.

O'er glens of An Cabhán
There flew a rag of red,
I tore it off from where it hung
And ripped it all to shreds!

Leave my house,
You're unwelcome.
Leave the rope & iron.
Tell the king
To go *******,
Lest he would rather violence.

In Londonderry & Belfast,
Pleasant little branches,
We'll grow ourselves gigantic oaks
Uproot their picket fences!

Leave my home,
Go on get out.
Leave the whiskey,
Leave the grub.
Tell the king
To go *******
And stay in his doe-hog hovel.

Say the hounds are all but slept,
Yet I still hear the barking.
I think it restful pouting
Readying for a real good bouting!

Leave my house,
You're unwelcome.
Leave the rope & iron.
Tell the king
To go *******,
Lest he would rather violence.

Hard to find good honest work,
When of royal or noble;
Hard to find good honest work
If they claim you're not loyal!

Leave my home,
Go on get out.
Leave my house,
You're unwelcome.
Tell the king
To go *******,
And kindly don't respond.

i can see
the end of me
my whole expense
in so many thousands of ways
like knives in my eyes
they don't go away
painfully sober and clearheaded
even high
i want to rip them out
leaving sockets
empty
and though tears run
they immediately dry

the voyage of innumerable miles
furnished strength, of a thousand sails
guiding each yonder the reach
off to a boundless expanse
of the new tomorrow

in countenance
with arms outstretched
to tolerate contentment
to acclimate to the average
and want for far less
smiling

Men who have fought
Only themselves, and have lost-
What you can do to me,
Has already been done.
What can you do to me,
As I am, as you are? Lest
Any man may stand in judgement,
His views are shown in his own;
That judgement can be judged. And
Devoid of justice, or be its epitome.
How often are we below,
Acting above.

i still think the world of you
despite the fact
you're "toxic"
you're just unavailable
to love
to me
oh well
i'd be your friend
but there's no end
to your problems
and never time for mine
or just to converse
like we used to
what do i do
when reaching
is teaching me
that pain is
all you can promise

Roll your eyes,
What emptiness resides
Within the vacant cavity behind?
Search inside,
Roll them toward yourself and never
Again, outward.
Those who cannot stomach themselves
Have no place to judge another;
When all is law and each thought verdict
Passed upon others, save for the trouble,
Of living up to your word proper.
When someone hates themselves just as much as they hate you;
When it's a life of lies, the truth is
Misery takes no sides but to dishonesty.
What defense can be mounted
In courts with no deliberation?
Where fact is mourned over the exalted opinion
And partisanship is par for course,
Where being objective and without bias is common treachery
And only shows how little you understand of the situation at hand
One likely having little recourse for discourse
Room only for more, escalatory rhetoric & action
As hatred only knows hatred;
Breeding further contempt and confusion  
For the ailings of the world

Hare?

Is it stuck up?

Tired of reality?
You just hope
You wake up in a dream.
Do you know you risk a nightmare?
The mind hatches awful plans,
Sets up terribly dreadful schemes.
What's it all mean?
I don't know?
Maybe?
Do you know?

And this is how it ends!
And this is how it begins!

It's all alphabetical,
All numerical.
Can you hear the song,
Read in-between the lyrics?
The structure of its wording?
Have you tried at singing?

Is it all spiraling?

Chelone?

these are geniuses
these titans of industry
using their wealth of knowledge
to pursue unimaginable avenues
of unadulterated greed
soar to heights
unable to be touched
cold, as the air is thin
up there
with no care
and no connection to anything human

So theoretically, if one made mass profiles on individual users via telecommunications data, for instance, using cell towers one could seperate individuals on a spectrum of information. By directing cell traffic to specific servers. Put the angry with the angry. Put the suicidal with the suicidal. Even seperate by tax bracket if one wanted. Control the rate of dissemination of any kind of information. Who sees what. When they see it.
You could even craft a narrative for one to follow.
Because now there is machine learning,
And that makes all of this possible.
Obviously, this would have to be done internally by each respective company.
Unless one had a backdoor or "pass-through."

Gentlemen, I know that there are some
Still that are gentle and
Believe in real love
Unconditional.
Look around yourselves,
Talk amongst strangers
Who need your words the most.
Those who are in pain
Are familiar with the toil
That embroils each existence.
Can you see past yourself?
One blind to anything that isn't work?
That doesn't further a self-imposed agenda,
Whether it be wealth or power,
The measures only of men.
The things the ordinary strive for.
And each of you has such excellence,
Even if you have stashed it away
For fear of its ****** or abuse

Why people see potential in me
When I feel I am so empty,
And unworthy of warmth,
I cannot conceive

How fortunate I can claim to be
Of the love I have received
That has been held in reserve
For far too many

And it starts with you and I,
Cause I've got love to share
And you can help yourself
Till you've got enough,
Cause I care

If you need a hand,
That's something I can lend
If you walk shoeless
You can have the ones I wear
Forgo crumbs, break off a piece of my bread

What price is too high, for a just world that's fair?

people hate me
the optimism, the cheshire grin, the happy-go-lucky attitude
the enthusiasm and ambition
tHeY dOn'T wAnNa sEe mE wIN

something left out,
something left out,
someone I left
and let go
so far
not so long ago
and I don't know
I'm not so experienced
with this love thing
you said a lot
but what's to be said
when you too left

Without exception,
Nary a day passes
Where you don't dwell
In thoughts, on my mind;
Nothing so sets on this mental landscape,
The days only combine.
Two planets in the sky,
There's the star & the moon
And all the buffer in between-
Like the ache I have for you
And all that prevents me
From wanting any remedy.
Another repeat in the alphabet,
***

If that were true,
Then the probabilistic element
Would be that of environment inhabited.

The life we live.

Then the deterministic element
Would be that which we are building,
The mind. The neural structure of our brains.

How we choose to live it.

So that "thought" only resonated
To that which was properly crystallized,
By ways & means of communication
Through each axis. Dendrite, neuron, axon, synapse.

Matters on the formation of our matter.

now it's over

black
cold, transformative dark
radiant light
slowly bleeding in
warm euphoria
and understanding
the concept of more
when you are less
isn't of concern
just that you did something
meaningful

i was thinking last night
about how amazing you are
an interesting, multifaceted, individual
all you've accomplished with all you've faced
i'm so proud of you
i know your future contains big things
you're going to do great

Sable & satin dreams
she's with me with eyes closed
but dissappears at the break of eve
at the brink of reprieve
you come back to me
every time,
what is it you seek

i feel like i'm dying every day lately
or pieces maybe
but i'm losing things
things i will never again see
that once
mattered to me
this matter that's me
wants to cease to be
but the other matters, matter
and they give cause to gather
the little strength left
to muster on
and climb this wretched ladder
what awaits
on the other side?
well, sheet man
i dunno
i haven't stopped to fathom

How unrealistic the idealistic can be
And yet, there is still our commitment
To something far realer than any war-
When you realize it's what it's fought for.

three little birds
and not worrying
forget about the tears
on the level
try looking in my eyes
sitting on the dock of the bay
watching the tide roll in
barely makes me stir
it's all been such a whirl
having fun till my final days

to the silences that bother you
the pauses which seem to have no end
dragging on to eternity

to your shortness
and the quickness with which you act

it's really stupid

i'm in love with the idea
of seeing how you end

wait for the waft
of familiar scents
to speak to you
stealing you away,
nostalgia

a sight been seen
touches you felt
a noise you heard
a scent been smelt

kismet's coincidence

Bow to the aspirant? Be defiant!

Quite the to-do of the ado hoo-ha.
Shan't you have forgot,
The place you have come up
Is and forever will be democratic.

If Kings are making a comeback,
Kneel.
Give me the crown
Or I will pick it out of the gutters:
I will pick it off your corpse.

If there's pitch to be made,
Prepare for the tar & feathers.
Prepare for the pikes & pitchforks,
For the oil & torch.

Blockade your birdges, flood your moats,
Ready the given defenses!

If Kings are making a comeback,
I will **** you with pen
And put you to death by the sword.

We will march your head around
After we've torn it off.
We will parade your silly decrees about
After we've ripped them apart.
We will drag your body through town
After we've murdered you.

There we'll leave you
In some famous roundabout,
For the crows to feast;
For the animals to pick you clean.

They will say of you,
"Now he's only skull & crossbones!
I had thought him a royal
But he burned & boiled -
Screamed & soiled,
Just the same as I would!"

Sins of the father, eh?
I only hope you didn't ***** your family
With your crimes & repulsiveness.

Submit to the giant? Slay the tyrant!

Staring from the mirror back,
The complex past, displeasurable fact
But things I no longer think to change.
Accepting, trying to mend the pain,
The exception, that I'm still hurting;
The source, still of that same vein.

another version of me
another version of you
what's real
i don't know
death is fine
give me mine
nothing is as it appears
walk away

headache, headcase
cause i'm ******* crazy
poor, long face
break my body
if you pay me
using

you might ***** and moan
but I brood
like a hen over dead eggs
the stress builds
and gnaws at me
incessantly

There is no sacrifice ,
In the form of any one individual,
Which can be made by One
For the well-being or "saving" of all.

Not in that superstition, crazed way.
This is foolish & meaningless.

Collectively,
All individuals must find the way
To live with Nature as opposed to against.

We are not the same.
Look to your wrists,
Look to your ankles,
If what you search for are manacles.
You who claim I wear chains,
Who seek to shackle my spouse
Because you refuse to embrace your existence.
I am not bound,
For I am freedom.
And, in that way,
I grant you the same thing.

More than mere "time-pieces"
These are who measure out the light
Of which Sol casts & which souls cast.
They are learners of the past,
Keeping their eyes & their ears open
As much as in the present as in the future.

By looking & seeing,
By hearing & listening.

So many puddles;
There are the puddles of your planet,
There is an atmosphere of elements in vapors which puddle,
There is a heliosphere which puddles from forces like gravity -
So many degrees,
It staggers the mind to think.

Like oceans which ripple.
Like Electric arcing.
Like blades of grass growing.

There is some in-between
Which I do not post 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

But I digress.

You all who are mortal,
You who reincarnate.

You have had your eclipses;
You, the reincarnations.
Wandering the dunes of Time;
Life, as new desert(s) valleys,
Which forgets (,) before itself.

This is bad health,
Good is remembrance.

Erase not the hills before you
If you seek the freedom & liberation
That awaits you on the Mountain.

Will you welcome & accept new Sun?

Do you need a sunset?
You who cry & ache to go on,
But refuse compassion & patience.
I who can zap & short-circuit,
I who can bring forth the meteors & comets,
I who can churn the molten oceans of Electric.

Who can call upon the Ripples, the Radiations, the Crystallizations.

I who have kept you at start; now,
At is.

cringey stuff
what is it about
my emotions
that i gotta
express them
through this method
say less
in the coming days
shut my mouth
keep my head down
and just stay quiet
until i die
dice roll
snake eyes that cry
next roll, sevens
eleven, slurpees
blueberry ice
nice dreams
chong with the ****
and that makes me cheech
can't never win
gotta stop trying
busted
gambling
love is a high stakes game
leave you
broken, lost, roaming
and rambling
i ain't happy here

how cruel
that it can tear you in twine
two, for twice the heaven
love split between divines

I see a brother in every man,
But some men's egos need to be pet,
If sir suits him.
But what is there
More greater a term of endearment,
Besides father,
Than that which I utter
And wholeheartedly, in earnest, offer?

A hitchhiker
On the interstate of love.
It seems,
I am always hanging my thumb out
Searching for something real.
Anything real.
In what seems to me,
A very sad and ingenuine world.
Just as I thought I'd found meaning.
And for those I have loved,
Those I have left, or have gone from me
Was it your or I?

The want to be free.

Believe, obey, fight-
Tow the party line!
It's a quick battle,
One waged against your own interest;
It's a sad case,
To watch men spit in their own face.
It's family, God, & country
And no room for the self.
Don't you care about your race?
How will you protect it?
What about your religion?
Enshrine it, defend it, spread it?
Of your state-
Bolster, boast, expansion?
Your God?
Your country?
Your family?

i am a freak
all i do
is hurt the ones i love
and abandon them
and then come back into their lives
to wreck things more
what is wrong with me
i cry and ask
covering my face
and curling into a ball
i have no trust
for my friends
and the love i have
is sick, obviously
i don't believe anyone can love me
i wish
for so much
and how much do i give
how much do i work
is it enough
or anywhere near
i have no idea
i can't see clear
past, my past
it fogs my thoughts
and dogs me
till they're present,
there in the moment with me
and i subcum
i am nothing more
than everything i despise

From the minute you blast off,
You get blasted off
From this plane of existence.
Try to run,
We've already fixed the coordinates
And we're coming for the restoration.
Try to hide,
You will find no refugee
Under any rock or in any log.
The lock's come off,
Here comes Pandora!

sometimes i have the will to walk away
other times i can't get through the day
it's an addiction
cravings that need fixing
from cigarettes, hookahs, and e-liquids
nicotine and man mixing

please stop reading
into what i'm saying
and just ******* forget me
pretend like you'd never met me
it's for the best

do i love bomb
leaving you cratered
do you wish i were gone
cause i can get moving on
and you won't hear
any animosity
these lives we lead
can go from heaven
to a monstrosity
if you feel
you have to get out
i understand
stop the train
before it's off the tracks
breaking terminal velocity
snapping necks
and seeing fingers
slip the triggers

what governs your soul
what gives weight
your actions
as of late
mine is confusion and self protection
before thinking, submitting to reaction
i am lost
in my head
but no clarity
only a fog
and a blank face staring back at me

If you ask who this is,
It's not important.
That a man has a name,
What is its purpose
But recognition?
I don't care about the hate,
But I don't want praise-
Yet, I would hate to leave you in confusion.
The double edged knife,
When the answers hurt us both.
Perhaps it's better not knowing.

premier, sir
they riot outside
bread shortages
the price of milk
too high

the pumps, president
they're running dry
nary have i seen gas
ever so high,
not in my life

they protest us
who reside in parliament
london has homeless
we exit the union
no plan except for total independence

arrogance
from career politicians
who had no place
pursuing their trade
but they did, anyway

act as though
the people did not put you there
that can be taken
that which was given
as the breath in your body
to leave you winded
gasping for air

"How?" I am asked.

Tax. Incremental siphoning.
"Service changes"

"Greedy!" I am accused.

Relax. Manufactured crash.
"Bad economy."

"Incompetent!" It is exclaimed I am.

Facts. Distort reality.
"Fake or foreign elements."

"Fascist!" It is said of me.

Craps. Gambled living.
"Sweating like a ***** in church."

"Pig!" I am called.

Animals. **** philosophy.
"Your life should be in service."

"Dictator!" It is written of me.

Preach. Misinterpret history.
"And God rested on the seventh day."

"Monster!" It is all that's left of me.

Kingly. Total war.
"On the first day, God said,"

The apparitions cackle-
At last, exasperated crackles
That boon expiration