Weary traveler
Tempered by
So many countless
Faces die
No more to roam
In search
The earth
Has ever been
My home
Since birth
But lately
It seems all too distant
Of some end times
Reminiscent
Nothing new begins
Nor blooms
The ardent activist
Entombed
Exhumed
In years to come
A relic
Of his trips
Through psychedelic
Delving into
Coalescence
With machine's
Planned obsolescence
My transcendence
Just pathetic
Condemnations
To hermetic

A dissident,
Intricate lyricist
Implements
Policy
Volubly
Imposing prose,
And inciting
In writing
Takeovers
In droves,
Turns the drones
Into dawning red rovers
And clones
Who fawn over
The radical zeal
When she feels
Like berating
Opponents'
Ill logos appeal
To pure reason
In teaching it
Languages learn
To articulate grievance
In slashing
And burn

Haven’t had time
Been deprived
Of the kind
Of catharsis
My heart is
To trash bins consigned
It would just be impractical
Revenue squandered,
Instead I scheme how to make
Money more laundered
Go longer into
The approaching end
Game
And victorious
Finally
My throne to claim
Will be lonely as ever
A crown of dead weight
Barely ruling myself
In a court desolate

Felt good to be coveted,
Wanted,
Desired
But she was too simply
In normalcy mired
And barely could form
An opinion
Or query
And of my intentions
Seemed overly
Wary
As if I was there
To embarrass,
Abandon
Her, at my expense,
My performances
Stand-in

I never write love poems
This isn't one either
It's my heart desire
It's my last note
I hope you could visit
Sit on the gravel
Tell me about your day
Life, new family
Wipe the dust off
And
Place a fresh bunch of lillies