I'll rearrange negative words
into positive phrases
amazed at all the
sorrow filled mason jars
that taste horrid

on borrowed patience..
i sift through an old spittoon
wet to the brim with thick goop
i get sick from the fumes

i face them
the demons i kept in my basement
a case of repressed hatred
my best kept secret

this evening
i was finally able to let go
unloading all that weight off my chest
then my unrest froze

dead in it's tracks
the belt snapped
and that old faceplate broke
releasing loaded emotions
from both my ventricles

it all detached from me
i watched and saw it floating free
i worried someone weak would
catch it though, unknowingly

like a cold
so i slowly sowed a sleeve around
posted a note that reads keep out
and proceeded to research alchemy

"how to transmutate
lead emotion into gold"
though nothing would hold
so i prayed and presto it decomposed

dumbfounded and
quite numb now
shot gun shells litter
the ground of a
parking garage

a collage of gruesome
scenery obscene
I've been made sick

some false guru's
montage, look how
thick it's been laid on

disturbing visual imagery
a trail of those
claimed victim

a painting on the wall
composed of spittle
mixed with human remains

this one tried (to be Godly)
but it was not to his liking
this one was caught hiding flaws
weaknesses that he exposed

that one died
but no one heard
within the confines
of a poetry site
his relatives were just
left wondering why

his room has been kept the same
bed unmade since the day he left us
clothing strewn about in disarray
similar to how he felt I'm sure.

we could have saved him
it's not ok
it will never be ok
we should have saved him
God, I pray
but it will never be ok again..

I'm in love with the moon
and the light that shines through
to mine eyes
it's Divine, if i might
behold it's golden delight

a monsoon
of soothing surrogate photons
traveling through a moat
of pure emptiness

it's brilliant

have i mentioned I'm in love with the moon?

i see seasons change and
societies decay
the mighty fall deranged
when sobriety is pain

i observe so much hate
and become afraid
i fear a new low
has been attained

no, this wont be read
in grade school books
they'll read about crooks
and Twitter accounts

operated off the cuff
from a colorless house
a mountain of bullying
less the toll that it took

I'm hoping this is just a
pessimistic outlook
and the corrosive composure
we now face goes kaput

i hope the pendulum will swing
back to our roots
when compassionate folks
fought hard to unhook

our subservient status
to oppressive regimes
that abhorred a free voice
and forced religious beliefs

who repressed the sciences
and denied discoveries
those that taxed the masses
to keep the elite appeased.

it seems the cycle has come
full circle again
let's hope the system is built
for a fix from within.

I'll keep faith

this is my
new masterpiece
how was it received?
i ask you please

a poem focused
on itself and all
the comments i
count as wealth

all is well
upon this page
i gage my worth
by what you say

i may lack what you
call self esteem
but dream in
technicolor scenes

part of me i
found deep down
is narcissistic or
a clown

the other part just
wants to help
for wisdom's worthless
on a shelf

i do not write this
just for me
I write to support
my ideology

my trials and attempts
to appeal to reason
fall on deaf ears if
no one sees them

i need something new to be proud of
for pride is fleeting, it doesn't last
the Buddha would say to lose the desire for it
turn away and let it pass

but consumerism won't have it
they'd rather i covet my neighbors goods
and above, the Divine stays silent
making me choose what i think i should

the thorny crown is the work of madmen
and the ****** weapon became sacred somehow
they say demons fear it, won't go near it
but I'd think they'd celebrate that now

I'd rather not focus on death
desperately trying to find some magic meaning
we should instead focus on life
and what we can learn from sacred teachings

others obsess with demolitions
easily offended and militaristic
the result is an endless conflict
what is wrong with all these religions?

Lord, something needs to set us straight
have you a new saint or prophet to send our way?
would we even be receptive
or would we **** him just the same?

please tell me there is hope for us
oh "Lord of holy hosts"
please tell us you're compassionate
and your "armies" are a hoax.