was i sculpted
in the image
of some omnipotence
or drawn from chaos
by forces unparalleled
not yet fully understood

Music is a momentary salvation
Through the ailings we suffer.
A thin buffer,
Between the painful past and
Future troubles.

If you don't wanna understand it, don't.
You're not held to comprehension.
If you don't want to agree, don't.
You're not held to a thing in discussion.
If you don't want to think, don't.
You're still liable for your actions.
If you don't want to speak, don't.
You're still liable for its consequences.

Personally? Don't have a fit,
I don't give a ****.
Smell the flowers!

Tender flesh, pale & thin;
Cigarette burns pock cratered skin.
Entrails that entail, poison foretaste.
Hidden, not much to be read, that
Of false smiles, on a plaster face.
The cancer within,
Almost at its brim,
Building to the self-consumption
Surely bound to take it's place.

you are a selfish person
i think the worst thing
is you know it
lead me on
because of boredom?
used
like an emotional ******
and discarded just as quick
regarded
as a contact
to complain to
when you're in a stitch
or you've
just got that itch
this is how i see it
if you needed me
for even the most miniscule
i'd drop everything
but this 60/40,
that **** isn't working

I forgot to remember,
I remembered to have forgot.

You know the crazy thing about clocks?
Well, eventually,
They all stop ticking.
Like a sun dial,
The gnomon stops
Without light to make shadows.
But the funny thing is,
Time goes on.
Time is a constant.

I remember to forget,
I forget in remembrance.

Is Time despondent?
Is Time ebullient?

Memory. What's it mean to me?
Thoughts. What's it mean to be?

Is Time periodic?
Is Time cyclical?

What I remember
Is all; that I haven't forgetten.

If Time had a name,
They were called Kronos.
If Time has a title,
It is the Ouroboros.

What I forget
Is nothing; that I haven't remembered.

I remember in forgettance.
I forget to have forgot.

I don't want you have no difficulty,
With the things you're still in motion for.
Likewise those you have emotion for,
Physical love. Those who came before,
Those you still adore, and new flames
You think offer more.

all the people i know
have stained my brain
with their misery and their woe,
don't they know?
i have them too
but i would never shovel them on you
it doesn't seem the right thing to do
when i could give you all love
and give woe the shove
i work it out myself
though there's still pain on the shelf
it's below me, not above
i have pain
because all i give is love

Oh right. I forgot.
There's actually ******* out there
Who are serious
About their homophobia.
About hate of
Consenual relations
Between any grown individuals
Which doesn't conform
To their perspective of love.
Righteous love.
Fanatic heterosexuals.
Ay, I can't knock women.
Obviously,
There's so much more
To loving a partner.
So much more
To a loving partner.
The life you build together,
What you do with it.
But let's hone in
On dictating individuality
And harming individual rights.

Oh right. I forgot.
There's this thing
Called the constitution.
Oh right. I forgot.
There's these things
Called amendments.

Silly me,
I guess I was on
A personal "freak."
Silly me,
I guess I waged
A personal "streak."

Oh right. I forgot.
There's this thing
Called proper interpretation.
Oh right. I forgot.
There's these things
Called existing judgements.

Ah, ****!
I guess I'm against
State & church seperation.
Ah, shucks!
I guess I'm for
Totalitarian fascism.

You are superior to 𝘸𝘩𝘰?
I am no one's inferior,
And if someone has differing conjecture;
Congratulations, I believe you!
Clearly, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 are less than 𝘮𝘦.

Burnt olive trees, to provide nutrients
For soil's hunger;
For the insatiable appetite
Of the wandering, lost souls.

Out in the desert, praying for a bloom of
Blue lotus;
The river thumps on,
The streams flow

No more dates, no more plums-
Just sick puns;
This is how you worship omnipotence?
Through war & the ****** of innocents?

Second class citizenship, not even recognized at all;
Prison states and dehumanization.
Extremism fostered on either side,
Each side refusing responsibility

All in the name of Allah
All in the name of G-d

How to goade a hunter?
Just act as bait.
Pretend you know no more,
Than the fish in the lake
And when they get close
Take them under the water
And make whole again.
Join them,
Whether they emerge changed
Or remain in a watery grave.

I walk alone
For the sake of everyone I love and know
For the blush of unspoiled fruit
So we can walk out into the sun
Freemen and not slaves
So we can get out from under the thumb
Of oppressors who seek to keep us down,
For the Americas
My Americans
For her siblings, allies of dear note to
Fair Lady Columbia
For all that share in the rays of the cosmos
My friends, nature is so beautiful
And once was so full, in this world
Of all the things gone extinct
It is less they do not control
Remember, you too are an animal

I tell you all
As someone born to politics,
As someone who when he was born
Was told that everything is political;
There is a far larger nefarious thing
Going on behind the curtain, screen.
You are being tapped of all you know
Trapped, in a snare that closes slow

When One is drunk with anger,
They are more apt to be eager
To go to war.
With themselves, with others;
Occupation is aggression,
Reason's regression,
When done only for control.

In the pursuit of subjugation,
One is subjugated to ******* -
Their idea of.

It becomes their lifestyle,
The thing they live for.

In that marriage,
¹You are the bride-maiden
For transgressing against your neighbor.

Just conquer your fear and confront the Minotaur, child!
You see; I'm not supposed to tell you this,
As secrecy is part of the rites,
But man is but a beast!
And that beast in there with you is no bull,
Just a person!

Talk to them! Outwit them! Fight them!

Listen, it's an island - but it's large seas.
Listen, it's an ocean - but it's on a gigantic boulder.

We're just trying to raise you up from childhood into adolescence.
The disorientation or anxiety you may suffer
Is only temporary,
And the environment around you is safe.
We're a small community,
This has been a pretty solid rite of passage.
All agree, we emerge more resilient.
We emerge more confident.
Such states of ignorance & fear
Truly forces one to assess
Their best courses of action.
Your choices within
Help you better understand yourself
And, therefore, us as well.
Such things give you a better idea
Of what you might like
To do with your life
And what position or role
You would best be suited for.

Do you feel lost? Ask for directions!
Use the dark! Knick the map off them!
Get the jump! Hide around a corner & ambush them!

It's just a maze! Not a prison.

This is fascism, these are the nazis.
Who would cut out all support
For enforcing a border,
Or making progress on a wall.
Who don't extend the olive branch,
To repair the damage from history
And write new chapters.

This is fascism, these are the nazis.
Who play both sides just to profit,
Who will sell you out just for a couple of dollars.
It's the big money groups, the lobbyists.
Any who have them as donors,
Do not count you among them.

It is stagnation they want,
And inflation is sought
Because it leaves more power in the hands
Of those who control demand
And pits those who rely on supply
Against one another

We focus on fights amongst ourselves
While they tarnish our economy
And step on our rights
That are self-evident & constitutional

Am I even religious? I ask myself.
Am I spiritual? I ponder.
Feudal, socialist, capitalist, fascist?
Hmmm.
Am I more over here,
Or more over there?
What's my hereditary, what specific mix;
Where exactly am I from?
From where did my family come,
Where have we been?
What did we take part in?

It's interesting,
But where are we going?
What's the heading?

You are as
The silver moonlight
Which with its grace
Dances on the surface of this lake.
You, who penetrates my depths
And ripples into my being
Causing waves to quake.
I will be your shelter,
In my open arms
I will be your rest.
I will be as the caves of old,
Within me you may find peace
From the raging tempest of the world.
You may shutter your eyes and dream,
For the fire will remain
Even if to fuel it, I must burn.

Paul, John, Joseph, Joe, Jill
mention every name
don't ever know
why time
is better spent with them

it's alright to hate me now
smile through the frown
friends at their ends
waking each day, selecting a new face
hide the clown
which jester wears the crown
there's supposed to be one with a belt
head held high
probably be easier if either of you felt
it's all just lies
was i of some use to you
i want to die
reflections of me on my phone
looking down

it hails in late july
and it gets hotter everyday somehow
enough, here's a cold front
your eyes-drooping
your mouth
drooling
grueling everyday
seeing your whole life before you
and laughing
uproarious laughter;
evanescent euphoria

So you are all family -
How you treat them.

Disgusting. Shameful.
Savage. Uncaring.

In clouds of murky waters,
You who I swim towards.
In torrents I take you under,
In riptides of ripped thighs
Where only bones wash ashore.



Ateʰ-Sebek, Ihy-Ptah;
Suchus-Bacchus |
Ihy-Ptah/Orpheus-Peitho, Ateʰ-Sebek;
Schesmu/Zagreus, Harpocrates/Horus |
Kronos-Osiris, Toth-Uranus |
Shu-Skhmet, Ptah-Bastet

If you harbor spite
For the perception of it in others
But lack the strength to investigate,
It's better to refrain from assumptions.
Perhaps you're picking up
On something that isn't real,
But a fiction of your imagination.
Perhaps they weren't serious.
Unless you have concrete evidence,
Something that confirms your suspicions.
But then, without cross-examination,
That's just another assumption.

i am sick
you don't need to tell me
i get the hints
i'll quit
barking up your tree
cause you hate me
naturally
i'll try
to wipe clean
any trace
of existing

Don't lose your head to gain a minute -
You need your head, your brains are in it!

Romances are wrecked before they begin,
By a hair on the coat
Or too few on the chin.

Many a forest used to stand
Where lit matches got out of hand.

Henry the eighth,
Prince of fiskers,
"Lost" five wives but kept his whiskers!

My neck was sore in front before,
And also sore behind once more.

The Cannibals took just one view,
And said,
"They look too nice to stew."

Holler! Half a pound
For half a dollar, isn't that a cheerful earful?

Hello, Druggist!
I don't mean maybe -
Yes, sir! That's the baby!

Listen. Knock on wood
When offered something "just as good."

Give the guy
The toe of your boot
Who tries to hand you a substitute!

A big improvement since the war
Is now on sale in your drug store.

He saw the train
And tried to duck it,
Kicked first the gas & then the bucket!

In seventy years of brushin' soap on,
Gramps could've painted the pentagon.

The whale put Jonah
Down the hatch,
But coughed him up because he scratched!

5-star generals & privates first class
Show equal rank in the looking glass.

Clancy's whiskers
Tickle Nancy,
Nancy lowered the boom on Clancy!

Is he lonesome or just blind-
This guy who drives so close behind?

The safest rule,
No ifs or buts,
Just drive like everyone else is nuts!

For early morning pep & bounce,
A brand new product we announce!

Train approaching,
Whistle squealing, pause!
Avoid that rundown feeling, cause!

When the stork delivers a boy,
Our whole **** factory jumps for joy.

Although insured,
Remember kiddo,
They don't pay you - they pay your widow!

If it comes out the tap,
I'm drinking it.
Whatever is public.

If we can't at least guarantee clean water,
Who are we?

If you think I'm only talking about one thing,
I'm sorry.

If it shouldn't bother you,
Does it?
Why do different?
Why worry?
Like a fly buzzing,
Best just to ignore it.
Swat it!
Stamp it!
Crush it!

Itself made evident
By the very discourse & action
In which sees your engagement.
Others around you protest,
But they are written off
Just as wrong, as haters.

There is nothing
So much as struck lightning
Or the entirety of the Earth shaking
Which could wake you from your rest,
Unpeel your eyes, of
The curtains drawn by slumber.

Whatever such natural event;
The magma already cooled,
The fault line already cracked,
The water has already receded.

It already happened.

You went exploring down a river
And ended up stuck on an island,
The boat's left adrift
And you can't remember how to swim.

Where have you gone?
Where are you?
Where have you been?

If you have come to seek
Only consent & acceptance,
You will be poorly received
And denied at the entrance.
You come only to take
What you think you are entitled to,
As though it were not valuable
And as if it were freely offered.
In what you ask
There is no promise of reciprocation,
No hint that you will be grateful.
In your hunger for it,
The only guarantee
Is that you will want more.
You share no contentment,
No happy acts or jovial gestures.
The best thing for all of us
Is to deny you of our goodwill,
Perhaps it will cause you
To grow up
And be more mature.
If not,
It will at least mean the stability & security
Of our happiness & freedom.

through blood
and rough rides driving far
from native plains
and disease
purposefully inseminated
amongst the populace
through genocide
through theft and ****
subjugation was won
territory taken
civilization spread

three fingers of rye
talking about how tired and contrived
everything coming out of hollywood
is these days

cigarettes, burning in the night
watching men get bounced, denied
trying counts, and that's good
at least they say

atop my stool again
back in my booth
a familiar place
to offer comfort
ease and soothe

naked for the world's sight
from all the drugs i buy
no lie, i might stop if i could
let's let the chips ride
and if i die
it was the *****

Six-shooters are holstered, swords are scabbard, arrows are un-nocked, blades are sheathed.
Not in the course
Of one petty conflict,
But comparatively throughout history.
There is more intergovernmental cooperation,
More trade and tourism,
More declarations and treaties.
The common person
Has greater breadth of movement
In travel of classes & region.
The ignition of all these dormant conflicts
Will not lead to any new or better resolution
But, more likely than not,
More conflagration & revolution.
To win or to lose
In a game of confusion
With the strategy of lies & ambiguity.
Better than to limply concede
And forfeit all claim to belief
In what you fought to seat.

And in fifty years from now
Some blasted fool shall say:
The ignition of all these dormant conflicts
Will not lead to any new or better resolution
But, more likely than not,
More conflagration & revolution.

Some Conway Cabal;
It's a regular circus,
In the capitol.

the things i want to do to you
drive me mad
with insatiable lust,
your allure is too much,
but if that wasn't enough
i think i'm falling for you

you know you're no good
you treat me like how you say you shouldn't
venom in your veins
each word you say is acid spat fluid
contracted a stupor from you babe
goin through a super flu
on account of all you do
cause it's like a vice
curse it and the way you abuse it
i'm tellin you
you're gonna lose it

For us on the beach,
Outside the gates of "Troy,"
We called ourselves Vulcan.

And they tried to steal our identity!
Us! The Gardeners!

That's what they wrote the Torah around,
For they stole our children.

They put them on an island;
Pleasure Island, Toyland.

They bought and they sold them,
Used them & abused them.

I have rebuilt what was destroyed.
I have restored what was corrupted.
I have returned an elusive wisdom.

An irrational person, in my position
Put through the things I have been,
Might harbor hate or resentment
For the fairer ***.
Thankfully,  I have a better mindset,
And only hate you all

I'm not being sincere
rather facetious
aloof, far off
and unconcerned
with whatever troubles you
it's really quite atrocious, I know
but a shrug of the shoulders
is a remedy like *****
and I'm a million miles away again
singing
"life don't bother me none"

God, the Lord, help me.
I try to remain above frays
But always end up tattered.
The things I care of, that to me, matter;
How can I sit in silence?
What allowance of free thought is given to impartiality? Personal belief falls
Far outside it's realm, yet is
Entertained by all. I want
To stay unbiased, and uninfluenced.
Want, of little means, when contending with
Chance encounters in life. Because
Even if you wish to remain so
Others will drag you along with their cause
Unless you distance yourself
Which makes you a traitor

I was a ****** hopping trains,
Strung out on morphine
When they hired me at the mine.

That same story
Is much like mine,
Only there were other guys.

No, in mine too.
They orchestrated and I played instrument,
They used me as a patsy for their wasteful deeds.

Did they have you use an explosive device?

Did they have you use a pistol?

Did you shoot with a rifle?

Did they give you poison?

I sailed the rivers in a basket,
And my sight was not obscured by the reeds.
Overhead, the clouds cleared
And in my heart was a compass
Which lent to me direction
Under these starry skies.

I sampled all the miseries & delights,
I encompassed all of life:
I was a clap & echo in time.

he stared into the forest
looked at shadows no longer there
his mind of brambles
of bluejays and fife fancies
and marking new trailheads
where fruit was to bare

i can be
a lightning rod
to inflict all your pain upon
but i won't be here
when you whip yourself
just to strike

It's more than simply what you typed,
What you spoke over the phone;
It's how you've done it
Down to every detail,
From the face you made
To each little keystroke.
The trends, the habits, & routines
By which you live your life by;
Tagged with geolocation & time.
Nowadays, there's even more devices
Like the phone or speaker or television;
Like satellite, transmitter, receiver.
There's a tag on your ear
By which you're known by-
It's just not what you go by, chattel.

if I am not for myself
who will be for me
but if I am for myself, alone
who am I

words of a better man
but I can understand them
and therein
exemplify them

if i can get past
this torrent my twenties
has devolved into
i know
life will be beautiful

if fate permits me luck
time will yield
happiness, amid the muck
it's a gamble,
let's roll the dice

i'm driving just not to think
teetering, a mind on the brink
you can't nullify
what you feel
just because
you can't stand the thought
of whether or not it's real

to sinking another drink