America
Where have you gone?
You are the government
Your people are gone
No longer there
or by the people
Truth is abstract and twisted
to fit your narrative
Speech is reclassified and censored
by your minions
To undersatnd you...
I must think and hear the opposite
of what is said
My home and church
are no longer my sanctuary
You monitor my prayers and dreams
Cancel them to create a religion
of your own
To be obeyed
The sun is setting
We are leaderless and disenfranchised
As you play divide and conquer
To maintain and consolidate control
Unity is otherwise
For knowledge would be found
In the otherwise
Setting the people free
to come and take its place
At the table of government
by the people
Again
Apr 21, 2022
Apr 21, 2022 at 5:27 PM UTC
Into another awaking
Another day to go
Repeating
Always different
Like the flow
of the river
Always meeting the sky
in the distance
With a glaze at sunset
Some will come and stare
Leaving behind stress
Accompanied with pain
Into a common self
Left to find
An answer
To this riddle
Apr 18, 2022
Apr 18, 2022 at 10:15 PM UTC
For no apparent reason
A mirror and covers
An American flag(Red, White and Blue)
To catch the reflection
of a hand cuffed man
Beaten by the police
In the name of law and order
For no apparent reason
Apr 18, 2022
Apr 18, 2022 at 9:16 PM UTC
Past mistakes
that made history
Won't let go
Appearing to hold some
Despite a present and future
that awaits
Some will remain content
wallowing in their past mistakes
Never making history in the present
to move along in their future
Only left to lie stagnant
in blank state of mind
All ones choice
Then there are others
Others who wish to live in the present
finding a path to their future
They fight and hold back past mistakes
When appearing and intersecting them
as a rememberance
Pushing it back
Picking up pieces of knowledge
in the scuffle
Moving forward all the while
Finding peace in the present
that anticipates a future
All ones choice
Again
Apr 18, 2022
Apr 18, 2022 at 8:52 PM UTC
Into the past
Finding a place on a street
with phone booths
Cell phones yet invented
and many buildings
with diversity
Created out of finacial necessity
Not by a forced "WOKE"agenda
We were all free to speak
Just a past memory today
canceled by the ruthless elite
I walked unjudged and free
Finding the building with the fire escape
as frontage
Where a dog seeks refuge upon
Only to squat and defecate
onto the sidewaik below
Marking the address of a friend
and his wife
Through a unlocked broken door
Up a noisey set of stairs
Through a heavly locked apartment door
I am greeted by my friend and his cats
The cats have thier places
In various locations
with defications
Their box has not been emtied in weeks
All leaving a bitting odor
In sea of clutter
Known as chaos
In a unkept human presence
Yet we sit
In a confined human space
Speaking on numerous subjects
He has left his govenment job
Benefits and all
To become a writer
But, also a promoter of punk bands
to pay for this exsistance
In this place and time
To end up about my poetry
As his wife looks on
In a attentive blank stare
Her ******* are huge
Intact
No restrictions
In a tight white T shirt
We are young
Leaving me to wonder
Is it my friend
Or his wife I come to visit?
I concude that I am a ******
Not a poet
In this time and place
He hands me a pen and paper
Encouraging me to write poetry
I write with puff and beer in hand
As cover for my alternative motive
I write distracted by her
Fulfilling my friends desire
To obtain and pocess
What I write
Never to be seen by me again
But,possibly heard somewhere
In a punk rant
Apr 18, 2022
Apr 18, 2022 at 12:50 AM UTC
Through a door
Into a exit
you meet her
On the way out
Around empty spaces
Leaving ***** pictures
in your mind
She could be from anywhere
Maybe space....
Whose to Know
with all her aliases
Left to fill her empty heart
Her face may not be the same
just her insides
On to a seaside hotel
framed in a bygone era
Into her room of residence
A room that will never see the past light
of the broken neon
Just a closet full of clothes
Bottles are the decoration
Empty or full
They have there place
among the overflowing ashtrays
Drink is her lover
You are just a guest
along with the dancing roaches
While they spit in your face
You think your the boss here
But she calls the shots
Love is her hate
while lust is your mission
Self destruction is her trip
Yet you play along
As your race becomes skiz
Choosing lust and her hate
over real love
Life is dead here
Free your soul
God is dead
**** the world
You ******* fool
Ya
Look at your face
in her ***** mirrors
Called eyes
It's the same
The same as hers
And now
It’s time
You gonna **** that *****
Jun 2, 2021
Jun 2, 2021 at 12:45 PM UTC
Dimly lit lights
Expose the despair
from within
Of men sitting and drinking
At a personal alter
made of wood
Stained by use and lust
mixed in pain
Still they sit
Women with dilemmas
linger close by
Waiting to be heard
As all are interrupted
by cell phones
Still they sit
Some with pockets
That contain items
to add to their misery
In forms of vegetation
to burn
Pills to swallow
Dust to snort or injected
All to be digested
In hopes to change the decor
Still they sit and drink
with no happy endings
Leaving them torn apart
Thrashed
Pulled like pork
Until all expectations
are lost
Waiting for the answer
to their fate
Blaming others
never themselves
In the interim
Still not received
They sit and drink
to tolerate their own self-indulgence
Again……
May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 2:23 PM UTC
Confusing the past
with the present
I failed to recognize
the subject before me
Into another day
Falling and waiting to awaken
from last night's dream
Expecting a bright morning sun
Only to find it raining
Unprepared to remember
Lost
All the way home
Missing the exit
May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 2:20 PM UTC
You go down your steps
Through the streets
Up their steps
Through the door
Into a hallway
full of disoriented people
lead by God types
Called lawyers
Through another door
Into a hollow room
where justice is advertised
But never felt
or heard as it is spoken
When all is done
Justice is another word
in a long vocabulary of themes
May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 2:18 PM UTC
In the beginning
It was there
Up front
Never seeing it
on the return
Imagined
Maybe dreamt
It was there
A understatement
Only to revolve
with time
Into a mind
with age
to feel appreciated
In a new found place
as death approaches
The end
When the body never moves
Just the soul
May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 2:13 PM UTC