i am a hard man to love
not taken to it easily
and falling out of it,
just as difficult

wake up filthy
she says to me
her cigarette smoke
blown in my face
good morning

i hate all the thoughts
i can't stand my
head

water stains
on what remains
of the bed sheets
his arms outstretched
tied to the frame

whips, belts, chains
leather bound
looking astounding
fatal femme
dom dame
inflicting pain with a smile on your face

thank you
for reminding me
that i don't answer
to anybody

was it circumstantial
was i ever a friend, to you
or just someone to use
levy your abuse
in bad moods

you drive me to jealously
but i suppose what has me confused
is you seem amused
to watch me struggling

watch it all fall
when this clown's
done juggling

i remember
you blowing me off
and acting as if nothing happened
and then not talking for a week
and acting like nothing happened

I have never met a more complacent lot,
Than those of my compatriots;
Never have citizens been more obedient,
Than those of my immediates.
Forget spilled tea, today it's
Watered down coffee.
Biscuits cut with sawdust
Out from smaller & smaller molds,
Eating whatever fed us.
Cause we all know hunger

Believing any narrative pushed so long as it's prevailing;
The populace obsessed with popularity.

It's a headache & a headrush in the states,
Cool if you make the breaks
But that's like hitting the ******* lottery.
You gotta ask, what gives?
What does it take
To get a fair chance to stake a claim
In a country full of people who don't give a ****?
What sense does it even make
To try,
When no one in charge does?

For my own lot, & life -
Whether tis here or afar

Spaghetti condors and
Mango vultures,
Gobstop gumbo;
Velociraptors in the Bayou, and
Doves made of mildew.
Tell me, is it all
Getting old?

to the man donned in black
to the woman with no spine
and a broken back
you work in slumber
with eyes unopened
to life's beauty
you have only spoken
brief talks betwixt dreams
stiffened, when awoken
of thoughts that linger a ways away
in a land of virtue
reminiscent of tolkien

all is fair
is the quote shared
in love, and in war
but I ask
when they don the mask
how do you tell
heaven from hell
martyrs from a *****

women don't know how to love
and neither do men
it's a mean world
it's a cold one
full of children
who've got the bends,
coming up too fast

i have a ****** up past
so do you
what do you want me to do
want from me
to hear me say,
let me know

Fight the fight, and
Rage into the silent night.
Bid goodbye only to
Hubris. Trust in instinct,
Trust in insight.
What you know and can prove,
Not what you hope inside.
Love, guard, and take the word of
Those who are allies;
Act only in turn, when you are more wise.
Barter acting in plain sight with guise;
It is not the sacrifice of advantage,
Nor the trade of surprise.
Keep to your bonds, keep to promise;
Protect the people, protect the country.
Protect the planet; nature, everything.
Uplift virtue, promote democracy,
Prioritize education, ensure & expand rights

Love your neighbor like a brother,
Cherish your community;
Across collective nations,
We can have paradise

he stopped me, a little further ahead of him
on the sidewalk
he said
"I've lived this life before"
"and?" i asked

he just looked at me and walked along

Compassion,
The path of all things.
To care about nothing
Would be to learn just the same.

Curiosity,
The drive of all things.
To have it about nothing
Would be to receive just the same.

And thus, we have our twins!
Two constants with reciprocal natures
In continuous flux, each a prerequisite of the other.

To coddle one too much
Means the deprivation of the other.
To neglect either
Means the neglect of each other.
That is,
To neglect either is to reject both.
To foster chaos is by either's rejection,
In that both shall neglect each other.

The incompassionate mind is not curious.
The uncurious mind is not compassionate.

As in, by our neural structures,
The ways we decide to go
Are like the paths which grow.
For you leave more than only footprints
Where no man has ever walked before.
Yet, that you leave nothing,
You constantly walk those roads.
Yet, that it is immaterial,
You still do so in the physical.
Yet, that it is material,
You still do so in the metaphysical.

For it's inbetween being betwixt,
For it's seperate & imperceptible.
For it's singular, yet collective.
For it's collective, yet individual.
For it's infinitesimal, yet infinite.
For it's eternal, yet finite in existence.

That is, existence like ice
Slowly melting into water.
That it remains the same,
But changes & fluctuates
Relative to any environment.
As like with the constraints of time,
Actions outward of the body.
Action of the outward body.
In relation to it,
Matter unchanged
But translated via a different state.

Celebrate.
To live is for life,
But we all die sometime!
Yet, is this change?
Transmutation by that of another order?

Something perennial, yet still coming into being.
Something endless, yet but only just beginning.
Something futuristic, yet which is already happening.

there's secrets, hidden beneath the corduroy
a world of wonder
where admission varies
guest to guest,
it's a game of guess
at whether you're let in
or you're like the rest,
corduroy's the fashion though
for sure
they'll be others
that hold you high up
just to push you down under

bury me living
for i am in a world of dead

where the zombified stumble around
looking for meaning

maybe it'll make more sense
six feet under
and down the river styx

tie me to a raft
and let me drift

far, from this meaningless charade
known as life

The juxtaposition betwixt
Hope & agony is often sharp,
Short but sudden.
Yet, is pain not longer suffered
All the times worse?
And of the flames snuffed?
Is this not the worst?
Of our fatigues,
They are addressed only in comfort,
Dressed by the garbs of one who understands
Our needs for medicine.
For the soul downtrodden
And the body corrupted,
As healers or like doctors,
Those whom we love enough to be as companions.
For the best remedy of any wound is care,
Borne out of love & not necessity
But because they wish to be there.

I wish I could write something
That pierced the wool
Pulled over your eyes.
Your depression, your nihilism;
The things keeping you coupled
To the miserable lense of your life.
Cause there are so many things,
That are just perspective.
And everything else,
We could work through together.
I fear you can't imagine, what
It would be like, to improve.
Walk the world afresh, renewed.
Just so long as you're comfortable,
It doesn't matter if you're happy.
We could be something wonderful,
But you can't see.
That's the real tragedy

Ever change?

I need a connection,
That was true. But,
Something in your inflection
Hints at misdirection,
Reeks of lies.

You don't want me, psychically
It's no longer frustration,
But more so consternation, over
What I feel I must do

With no choice

Mute, but you hate my tongue
And cringe every time you hear my voice.
Displacement, over all
You can place it on me

And if I leave,
Like you are absent,
Will you be like me?
Left, wanting.

No

In a bowl of vinegar,
I found only one bug:
The gadfly-
Happily drunk.
I treated him to honey
But the taste to him was funny,
And he grew bored
Trying to swim in something so thick.
Slowly, he drank it all in
And was left free to fly again.

Here I had thought
Generally, each of our governments
Loved to issue & execute warrants-
Or is that merely applicable
To the poor, those with no status
Who carry no political weight
Besides their life of work?

Verdicts down on from
Supposedly the highest body
In the arbitration for justice

It's seeds of gunpowder,
To produce a foul fruit
Which kills the vine.
Bunch of psychos,
And the thoughts are dark
Because it's an empty mind.

We have so few words for peace,
And far too many for war.
Symbolically, and literal.
Does everyone just hate each other?
I don't, I look at us like siblings;
A family of the same species
Contending with the forces of the cosmos
With the aid of all that is natural.

say what you want of me
i'm true to myself
and how i feel
tell me i need to be better
cause you're right
that i should do more
i should
that i could be more
i could
"what do you want though?"
happiness
enough cheddar to see myself fed
i'm no dairy farmer
but cream has filled my head
and now i'm sinking
cause the light man
is now heavier than lead

i bet you think
i actually
didn't notice

i don't have animosity
or anymore resentment
girls will be boys
boys will be girls
it's a mixed up
messed up
world

you can drown out the lies
but the hand still writes
the tongue still wags
like the tail
tucked between legs;
they'll all come to a head

To the Earth, we mourn!

Goddess Mother & Father Cosmos,
How far we have fallen;
How much we have let you down
Though you've nurtured us
And helped us to grow.

We were specks
On the backs of giants
And we thought ourselves special!

How ignorant we are,
How arrogant we have become;
How confusing have we shaped our existence.

The shades of black made white,
But the way the light shines
Shows there is no difference
When we are open & transparent.

The shades of white made black,
But the echo of the song
Reminds us there's more than the wailing
Of crimes against humanity being normalized again.

prone to self righteousness
stubborn headed
and an indecisive *****

i wanna be a leader
hero complex
riding in lacking context

search through the catalogue
and scan the index
find the best and onto the next

keep the heart close
cause rest isn't for the wicked
no shut eye to begin with

i'm beginning
to believe i lost
who am i

when i began
i was sure i knew
but things never go to plan

******* old man
with the way you talk
you're lucky i don't smack you
in your **** mouth
with my backhand
god i'd like to lunge at you
and knock you off the ivory tower
from which you stand
so proudly
pathetic as you are
and cowardly
i pray for the day you fall

i am ready to move on
and let
bygones be bygones
is it abandonment you want
or are afraid of
i honestly ask
is me leaving
what you want
i don't know
i know nothing
just friends?
it's constant communication
which i love
and anger can't stand
if it's on your end
so straighten your twisted wires
and listen to me talk
ad nauseam
are you okay?
no
i'll just ignore it

matchbook
striking
look
igniting
watch the cinders
shining
nicholson
smiling

distance
it's what we all need
to grow and develop
mature

to flower from a ****

it's nature
to grow apart and disagree
to love one another

without loving

i still want you in my life
if it's at all feasible
but say you get hung up on me
i don't want you to hang around waiting

you deserve better

Like a nereid,
Acutely aware of how to cause a flow.
But I was mistaken,
Sprawled across the ground as
Dianthus grows.
She thought herself a hunter.

I wish I were prey.

harp strings of the heart
play your tune for me
you can taunt this taut
but he goes on, stretching

press yours fingers and pluck
you know the buttons to click
the switches to flip, levers to flick
to light me up and make me twitch

dog left for the pound
they filled your bowl to the lip with lead
hoping you'd end up in the ground
never to sing out another sound
but life went on

hope you feel how the world beats us down
without being beaten down

she was a spring morning
in the weary winter months
that now consumed him

a dawn indomitable

and like a fresh plucked flower
he sought not the wax
but gypsum

to have her grow again

orange, as the light
that tells me my engine
needs to be serviced
shallow night, boring
noticing every note now
it's torture
picking apart each piece
combing
it's autonomic
like breathing
snoring

scour the score
the poetry that liters
from hearts forlorn
imagining
you're reaching out to me

Doves flown off a high-rise,
Expectantly eager
To show how much they know
And how great they are;
People today have such a need to prove themselves.
For whom, and to what?
Such fruitless times,
When new growth
Rots on the vine.

butterflies
turn to moths
like the one that
straddles her abdomen
abaddon
this distance between us
what madness
it inspires inside
the jealous thoughts
obvious lies
i'm glad you think
i'm so great a guy
you never ask
if i lie
or if there are others
maybe it doesn't matter to you
you empty me out
routinely
i can fake the smile
if it does something for you

make me mean it

i have to laugh at times
though i say a lot with this medium
it is chiefly, for me
to work out my thoughts
my head is fraught
and only these rhymes
can say
what i cannot

you're a broken person


and i hope you mend

cut me down
to pieces
with your
half baked love,
your heart of dough
will it ever rise?

How little men control
Their own destinies.
At a lost,
As to my internal monologue,
In a deluge of constant questioning.
And as to the control I do command,
With what to, is done?
As to the destiny I am ******,
Is it better to dither from forver, hitherto?
Or slaughter fear, and give anxiety the rub.

I stalk through the dark hallways
Drifting through remnants of a sun.
Spirals into vortexes, cascading shafts of light on
Brief transits inward, where time falters.
Forces push & pull and all around
The tide of the cosmos envelopes me,
Wading through the static sea
Waves come in crashing-
Laughter, screams
And yet, no sound escapes the vacuum

Spit on the ground,
And raise your ******* in the air.
Those things they have
Told you not to do
Out of respect.
Respect, the base too is self-evident;
But men let it rise up in their heads
To control every thought and emotion.
If they do not respect others,
If their values are in balloons
Leaking hot air,
Beliefs in the wind
Those who are not attached, but not free.
Let no man change any other,
Who himself refuses change.
Those that cannot admit wrongs,
Learn from nothing.

Stupidity is
A harsh buzz,
In a world of malice
And judgements.
Worse off are the wise,
For to use your eyes
Is to see that
Everyone is blind.

advantage
i always give it
to the other guy
i never need it
even if i do
i carry through

i came down
to visit
a place below my knees
rock bottom
to be
beneath

trying to break out
of this **** class
these tiny pigeon holes
I keep getting stuck in
I can get ****** in
to things I shouldn't
and when I look at my life
I ask myself
what to do with it

many intertwined lineages
have I been the result of
from whence my people have come
the wealthes of their lives
the zero and sum
rail-men, bootleggers, c.e.os and c.f.os
simple tradesmen and
practitioners of medicines
and am I of the most reticent
to commitment

the salt of my tears
is a taste
i've become accustomed to
through all the pain
throughout the years
out of my hands and that i self inflict
i'm just a waste
a steer, branded and fixed
mule-ish *****
improperly reared
a man of his age
whatever the moment calls
each of his greatest fears
already lived
down many a hall
from ecstasy to rage
emptiness, and everything in between
watch me
just dance

Outside of language structuring and more into the rhetoric of philosophy;
Logos, within the frame of reference of 2nd person perspective, corresponds to our inner monologues. The mind's speech.

1st person - Perceiver - Person
2nd person - Perception - Place
3rd person - The Perceived - Thing

So whereas from the 1st person perspective, thought is merely an attribute of perception - 2nd person sees the mind as a more physical place.
A liminal space between the material & immaterial.
Therein, thought which is the inner monologue can be offered body. You can personify thought as a whole, personify thoughts in sets, or in singulars. So 3rd person would be thought which examines or experiences itself.