i'm still here
still helplessly in love
standing like a shmuck
betting on hard work, faith, and luck
it makes me laugh
knowing i'm more than enough
i feel the way i do
there's no pedestal
you're not my only chance
yet i can't ever get over you
c'est la vie

Better men have fallen before,
By word alone. Take these
Phrases in utter that matter not
To action, what man can judge
He who does, when he does nothing?
Mark the words of youth still young.
Tell me, when I have aged,
Have my thoughts & views really changed?
Have I any measurable way, what would the depth gauge read?
On the core of my character - my values & beliefs?
Field the breadth of life, would there be anything left in me deep?
Will there only be cold hard surface,
With nothing underneath?

I never usually dream,
But I dream of you
And the fact that I do is torturous.
Perhaps, it is punishment
For what my mind perceives as guilt.
And like every poor sod
I wonder,
Do you think of me too?

i **** on company time
cause they pay me
pennies to dimes
and if i can't
squeeze it out
fast enough
you're gonna shout
and do what?
hey get loud
i understand
i understand
the pain in the bowels
check it at the door
like the ache, in the hands
want of the finer
ideas of flowers
and a boss,
not an automaton,
but a man
i know
want a job done right?
take it into your own hands

idle spring
the vision of her,
idyllic.

comparatively
it's all nothing
your mood can vary,
mine does not.
make **** look simple,
with a mind
that could ****,
but you don't scare me.
wish you were just
totally open
but i get it
i still can't
help from hoping

rims rolling, underneath the machine moving
on a path beaten

legs of one leaving, they look good
departing

she had a packet of sugar, what was it
she sought to sweeten

tarter than battery acid, acidic lady
who makes the mood, placid

you try, gathering to go after
to follow this feeling, disheartening

this love was a disaster
but you want more, mayday man
maybe, today
you'll get her

i guess i got a problem
being on
my own lately
hate me

i go
below
skinning my soul
to depart from the shoal
and the shores of man
all the news of war
and my failing love life
the work that bores
my two real friends
hating me
never accepting
living for nothing
while others die
for everything
but what does any of it mean

You cannot imagine I
Speaking from another person's
Point of view.
Though you recognize the importance,
The intrinsic value of it qualitatively,
You're not able to
But the issue is deeper, broader
Because you cannot put yourself
In another's shoe

Dabble in travel duel citizen?
Come from the land of elims?
Most are not from Rome or Turin,
Berlin or Bavaria-
Most don't speak Italian or German.
Likewise with Russian, Mandarin,
Arabic, the King's English, Hebrew.
No winding Rhine,
No rushing Niagara,
No swelling Yellow River.
All the ponds & gulfs left behind
Like Aden, Bothnia, Carpentaria.
No more Urals, no more Himalayas,
No Alps, no Andes,
No Atlas, no Pyrenees.
No more blackcurrants,
Going without papaya.
Put back that whiskey,
Send back that bourbon.
No more Jarlsberg cheese,
No more bottles of champagne.
Cut out the list of avocado,
No more palm or olive oils extra virign.

No more fancy foreign fruits,
No more spoiled rotten vegetables.
Right?

This is nationalism
As it's being directed,
You'll get to watch the film.

I'm sure it'll be inaccurate,
But I doubt it.

a church bell rings out in the distant fog
that hangs over our morning today
to and fro the birds chirp
with songs more intricate than the ear can hear
dew droplets rest on the ends of spruce leaves
their sprigs, shaken, from the rain weather greeted it
and whether storms lie in wait
tomorrow
i wait to meet it

Anonymous, oblivious
To the person kneeling before me.
My head spinning,
Throbbing,
Weakness in the knees.
My heart racing,
Trembling,
Color flushing cheeks.
Darkness, heavy scents
Intoxicating.
Gripping the sheets

whisk you away
from all the ****
you've become embroiled in
agony, as she cries
a dizzy, sickening need to do
see you okay
but nothing for you to
break the waves

Plenty, long - it is pitiful.
Is it never better than to taste of it?
Empty, numb - it is pitiful.
Is it naught that is more flavorful?

In the living glass of the universe
I am a liquid,
Drink the drink.
By the marsh like mixture of life,
Split the iris,
Eye to eye.
As the electric echo of an echo
Waves as expression,
I am a particle.

I am the light

By the gypsum rose grown.
I am the order borne out of the primordial.
In weaves & webs perennial,
I am the pyramid doubled.
By the barycenter offset zero,
I am without mass & weightless.
In the predeterminants of the hypermatrix,
I am a bolt of lightning and the thunder.
By the storm of the ocean struck,
I am a standing wave in motion.

Material and immaterial.

she was a wireless broadcast
that was when i was a receiver
now i'm pickin up zilch,
she's not a long repeater

lord
they say
of that home overhead
is beauty rapturous
but the interred
holler a song
showing gold to be lead
for his might is rancorous
thought that allure captures still
for when have the greedy had their fill
not in this life
not in the next
for the fearful are still afraid
and will be still, when down they're laid
despite their fight
the sickly go too
for all their bated breaths
could not help in their deaths
that fed the soil what hungered so
going silently
into that goodnight

you've nowhere to run
the thing you so hungrily sought
those lofty ideals that lead to this outcome
will be stabbed at
reverse engineered and understood
till they are gone

how does your judgement supercede your predecessors
do you profess to understand the pulleys
the intricate inner-workings
the mechanist and puller of the levers
better?

do you understand the precedent this sets
do you care
if it fractures the nation
and opens the door
to absolving older legislation
so short-sighted
it is thunder
singing lightning
a storm brewing
to shadow progress
and bring on devastation

i won't think about before
yesterday
tomorrow be ******
my future, and past
tell after, it's canned

When you're a joker
In a serious crowd
They can look at you like an idiot.
They will say you take nothing serious,
Witing you off for a Myshkin.
When quips are flying,
Well overhead.
Be direct, be loud.
Politeness & subtlety, are of no use
To folks with heads
Buried squarely in the ground

And I have severed the bridge,
The bond of the astral soul
To this corporeal form.
Similarly feeling, so far
From all that is tangible.
What I am, I don't know
And the point, in the grand scheme.
A stream of air, a speck of dust
Tiny particles without any meaning

the scientists saw it
decades before it was a threat
a meteor, it's trajectory
earth
hurtling toward us
eighty-six years to impact
based on simulations
at the current rate
of technological advancement
they say
we will be unable
to mitigate this disaster
so far off
it seems inconsequential to life
and yet
it loomed over all of us
half of us obsessed over it
the other half accepted it
it made no difference to me
eighty-six years on
will i be alive
to see the sky alight?

Photonic resonance?
Is this the most material description
Of the mental processes of the mind
By that of the *****, the brain?
Thought & the like?

From seed, to stalk, to sheave;
Like acorn, root, trunk, branch, leaf -
What are these
If not too living things?
Are us animals
Truly the only conscious beings?

Verily, they must experience;
And so it is only a logical inference
That everything must 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 existence.

That everything exists to experience,
That existence experiences everything,
That experience exists in everything.

That the universe itself must be conscious,
That consciousness is universal.

Yet, conscience is not?
Is not compassion & patience?

A seed too must crack its shell -
As like the bird & its egg,
So too like the ***** swims to fertilize.

Ignorance is universal,
As is logic.
The autochthonics.
Arrogance is universal,
As is virtue.
The migrants.

We who were of origin regardless all natives,
Yet by cataclysm made refugees.

We who have toiled have tempered;
We who too came from soil,
We who grew to learn to grow different.
We who found freedom,
In awareness of existence
By perception of perspective.
By guidance of
Time & Nature.

From labor after labor,
From fluctuation to fluctuation.
It is Evolution
Who is the savior.

It is we who purpose
Is balance & liberation.

"I who endow with all."

"I who endow all."

"I who give definition."

"I who light the shadows."

i am on a disk
and the pale, blue dot
is paler than ever before
above me
is more blue
a simulated sky
and a basin we've come to call
our shores

uncoupled
untethered and undeterred

there's a tree in my yard
whose roots reach
the barriers of our world
they long to touch
that void
that would see the waves
we tide
frozen still

falling far short of the marks
he erected for himself
the capital district continues to inflate their wealth
at the cost of the nation
for my compatriots' health
the future seems dire
in terms of rendering any help

use me
as a tool of gratification
comfort at a snap
but that's all i am to you

Breathless, when I met her-
Pains me she never recovered

brotha man
get the **** out of my way
not in a mood
to talk today
hell, don't even look at me
if you have to
here's what to say

**** yourself

long-winded,
catch a breath friend
between words
the conversation needn't end
you speak, and you'll be heard

call me
run your fingers through my hair
give me signs
you're at least there

Keep the focus.
There is, more to this
And more than this.
Keep moving forward

delta blues
and in the evening
with the sun goin' down
ramble at the shipyard
last to pull
up to dock
this ain't the place
you can scramble for a spot
know your place
and place your shots
the road is long
but the fall is short
when you're gunnin' for the top

Everyday it seems, more of the same:
Some kind of sick & twisted head game.
And to what selfish end, I can
Only assume it, to be
In the aim of amusement.
Kicks for you,
Joke on me

stoke the flame
buried within you
fan it
with hope
and if it has gone out?
spark it again

Turn your nose up,
How trite it is to be pretentious
Doing nothing but showing
Your arrogance and likely
Ignorance, often
Resulting in loneliness.
Riding a high horse in despair

who the **** knows how an alien would view us

terrified, at the awe inducing power
we've wrestled from the world
and the lack of respect we have for it

mortified, at the sheer opulence
we've dug out from the earth
and that the many shall never see

inside, we all know
that anything makes more sense
than a perspective that rung
even neutral

You joined their army
Their special forces
They told you, quid pro quo
You can go far, you know
Just bomb this village
**** their children
**** their women
And as far as land
It trades hands
Same with the resources
And if we can't win
We'll resort to making sure,
Really no one can

oft are the times
that see me wading
waiting, in the tides of the day
for a break
when it's all work
i feel like jack
where he had it wrong
was with that axe
it should've made a dent
in his own deranged dome
but when it's a broken home
i guess everyone needs a way to vent
all work and no play
working nearly everyday
and when i'm with my friends
i feel so alone
it's a shame i know
but it's all i know

It's simply poetry,
Just philosophy.

"What do you worship?"
I am asked.

But worship is superstitious in nature,
But worship is caustic to the cosmos.

It is better asked,
"What do you appreciate it?"

little trees
and water running over
swollen streams
broken dreams
splintered from reality

should they have remained
contained in this head
this infatuation
dirt colored eyes
but tombstone shy

why

Cannot speak as to what the future holds
yet still untold
but today, my fingers freeze
hands shake from the cold
and my back aches
begging to break
under each new load
good god they weren't lying
when they said
life is like
a long and winding road

As we enter and branch off
In & as each different stream of water,
Let us share flow equitably as pressure,
May no loose colmation of ignorance
Seperate us. To the maturity of our emotions
And to the equality of our intellect;
May we wash away
All the built up silt and dead rot,
Which if without purpose
Only exists as an obstacle
Toward greater understanding.
May we wind & wade not
Where we face arrest by impasses
But are found by oceans.
May we be worthy,
That we walk away
More than we entered.

From meditations to communications;
From mediations to resolutions -
It is,
Therefore, I am.

A wave is a wave,
Like a particle is a particle.
A ripple,
A droplet.

Language is not important,
For all concepts are constants.

That is,
The truly objective
And not what is perspective.
That's science!
It's fun,
You'll love it.
You live it!

What I'm saying is
That language & languages change,
The nature of any one given
And those which are still spoken.

Other such things?
They fall apart,
They collapse into dust.
Returning from whence they came.

Paper degrades, wood burns,
Clay crumbles, stone erodes -
What is it? That always which continues?
Such things as the voice of truth & of logic.

As long as there are those who speak it,
As long as there are those
Who are both willing & capable.
All of which any may choose to learn.

History shows,
Only fools don't learn it.
Wisdom knows,
Only the wise really keep it.

So many ways to reduce it!
So many ways to expand upon it!
It's all about knowing!
It's all about sharing!

there's a picture you sent
that i can't help but stare
at night, when i'm bundled up in bed
i just lose myself in it
cause they're just so deep and
i know i should probably quit
but there's something here
that i wanna stick with

I sit here in silence
No empathy knows my pain
Sit here alone
Reflecting on my shame
And smash
What stares back from the mirror
The glass
Cracks, ****** knuckles and
Fingers

mama was a *******
and an er nurse, who took care
of 9/11 victims
drugs are ******* horrible
without a properly equipped system
the wayside for her
until she died
got casted aside
not a man among you
with conviction