Curious I discover,
a hunger for wonder.

Ravenous and ready to
see and consume
every sight and sound
that I have found,

and learn,
and learn,
and learn.

In turn
I grow,
ready to show
what gifts of knowledge
I have collected;
Pack them up sweetly
in all of my poetry
and give my presents
away for free.

But I am burnt
by their brazen indifference,
scorched by their strange adherence
to the philosophy
of hate and ignorance
flamed by their arrogance.

Pox lipped punks who
speak volumes of bile and drool.

As these dreams
of greater things depart
I am broken hearted,
realizing it was
a fool’s quest from the start.

nowhere left to go
to roam around like my fingers
on a velvet paper field.
I feel distant interruption
intervene the altruistic crime scene
i prefer the roughness of noise
the stealthy supremacy of grain
over the oblivion
the obvious reason being the auditory
disfunction
a function
that's always heard of
but never seen.
I dive into the nuages
the new ages of the persistent sycophants
seeking the attention of the
OH-ALL-MIGHTY
that might roar up quite the anxiety
into a gullible mind.
yes, my ink's red ( i used a red pen)
i write from within
with the slightest of hints
of a proto universe
i've heard of the celestial beings
disappearing into the scenes
keep up the culture of giving in
nurtutring the neurons of those
who've locked themselves in
i mean
i can't speak but that's enough
enough to get it into your distance
consistent approach
are you listening?
flickering about in vast intervals
turbulence, i soar through
tore stooping down the
fabricated fabric of verisimilitude
similarly acknowledged but promised
to be kept seperate but equal, continuous
levelling down of the sequel
lower in position,
my questions are up to you
solipsistic depression
i endure the pain
the finest sight of stoicism
no withering
no complaints
a plain variation in the
virtual weather
the direct pressure forced
upon the grounds
to hold upto the
astounding mess.
**

I sit and wait on this date feeling emotions I hate.
Emotions of hate , so I back track and track back to the oceans I've made.
Relieved the motions of fate, notions of safe, so I throw back this potion of sage.
Self destruction coaxing with age. A little red button toting my name.
Poking my brain, can't think straight, believe I can't to this it came.
I sneeze and visualize my carpet with a blood stain.
Theirs no ***** in my eyes, I seize varmints but don't have Thud's aim.
I'm not playing a thugs game, but I see carnage, I'm not saying I claim sane
But I've slain Satan so many times I claim Saint. That red, I claim paint, That shame I frame fate.
I just want to go back to to where I came from in the first place,
But that gate is not in the same state.
The hand I have now is different, I don't got that same ace.
Its just not the same case,  From the back of my hand to outer space.
Its like, If you look into a mirror, Do you see your own face?

As I Just close my door to my world
I Open the door to THE world.
SOOooooooo I Breathe in (breath in)

Take it all in

Airs somewhat cloggier than my space
At least im free from all that *** taste
And here, the Journey, begins.
Door to door about 58 minutes
Not including stops at the shops
And the inevitable wait at the bus stop
The electronic boards are always bad with timing  
Transport For London? Pssssh more like Thanks For Lying

*******.

About this time I ruffle and shuffle
Untangle my earphones and cause quite a kerfuffle
Unwinding the sound lines
Looping them in and out of their binds
Pulling and squeezing
Making sure the copper coil isn't easing
Cos they can give you a sharp *****!
For some reason that always happens on my fingertips,
And then they itch.

Oh the mechanics of me
Brought to thought
About my whole existence
As soon as something malleable
Penetrates my shell.
I'd look at the spot of blood and be rather..........disappointed
Why couldn't it be green? or maybe purp...blue?
At least then my suspicions would be true
That I'm not of this World Planet or Region
Coming from entities who celebrate happiness every season
Wandering around pretending to look like us
Just for kicks never indulging in any of the fuss
Just managing to jump out when things get hard
And back in when its all tickles and laughs
And out when its heartbreak or death
And then back in When Arsenal win the league! **** YES!!!

Yes...yes...That would make me feel blessed
Just to know I'm not like all the others
Who were all born from Mothers
Not that id wanna be born by a Brother
Cos that would be...odd.
I feel like I'm just waiting for my powers to be bestowed upon me
Dropped from the skies in a sacred ceremony
Surrounded by flying Lions
And jumping Elephants
Moonwalking Dogs
And Motorbike riding Frogs
Animals that I can't even imagine
That to my mind don't even exist
I'm greeted with cheers and smiles
And theres crowds going absolutely wild!!!
They all know the life I've lived
And happy that I've got to this bit
Where everything falls into place
Cos now I  control the ins and outs to my desired taste
Mmmmmmmmmmm
And it tastes so devine
Like souls entwined
Embodied in one another filling each and every space
Can you imagine how that would taste?
It would taste...tasty

All these thoughts from looking at this crimson blot on my finger
These are the things that make my mind linger
Dreams of being an ethereal being
As I look up and all that my eyes are seeing
Is the bus that i missed because I was daydreaming.

Take the weapon for the rights
and do the war again
You'd die then die in the battle
Protect the freedoms of others!

Let's go ahead young genius
Show up your talent and strength
Wipe away tears from all faces
and stand for justice of all the countries!

To release torture victims
Be united all of the young rangers!

Forget your myths
Grab the midday sunshine
Wind up the combat tunes
Cross the Himalayas with boldness!

Reach the highest mountains
Follow the developed world as it goes!

O newcomers, bloom yourselves
and spread out of the smell of youth
Find out the oppressors
and support all the justice and goodness!

Read all of you, read the memories
Read the stories of the national victories!

Look at the wrongdoers
They're kidnapping gems of mothers
Don't hug any misgivings
Walk on the difficult path fearless!

Beat the enemies, beat them
and make them suffer in wounds!

Think about the facts of freedoms
Give your motherland the perfection
Give the clime all of your love and affection
to make it great in the world place!

Grab the winds all together
All the young people are like siblings!

If you are black, they can,

shoot up your car,
come into your home
without probable cause,
beat you down,
****** you on the streets
while being recorded,
demonize you after the fact,
get away with it.

If you are black
and take a stand
you will be seen as the enemy
by at least half of your society,
even if your trying to
help your community.

You will be imprisoned unjustly,
and even after you’re free
they will try to prevent
or impede
your right to vote.

This is not a fake news reality
this is something that is
quite openly done.

One column.
Two Sentences.
You choose the headline.
Deplatform and silence.
Coerce and align.

One month,
Two calamities.
Refresh and it's gone.
Nothing remains
in focus for long.

Digest the digests;
digests of every kind.
Fruitless echo-chambers
self-censoring the mind.

Theaters, Airplanes,
Public transit; Empty seats.
Next weekend two protests.
Let me hear you in the streets.

Gamma correct the pores
off the very face of life.
Featureless perfection.
Expression goes under the knife.

Flowers now grow upon flowers
instead of good rain and black loam.
Flowers feeding off fireworks;
Their roots' refusal to go home.

If I am to meet my fate
by my expressions in the past.
Let these words here written
be my very last:

Towards thee I roll.
Thou all-destroying but unconquering whale;
To the last, I grapple thee;
From hell's heart I stab at thee;
For hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee.
With broken haul and tattered sail
torn to pieces while still chasing thee.
Sink forever into the violent sea.
Though my fate is now tied to thee.
Thou ****** and acursed whale!

Today, in this heavy monsoon rain
I've walked with you in the green grove,
In solitude,
I couldn't restrain my gaze
from your walking in the rain.

The monsoon rain has touched
upon your beautiful face
How do I tie my drunk mind
after looking into your rainy eyes
I've lost myself in monsoon floods.

Your clothes have soaked
and eye polish has washed
In these heavy monsoon rains
You're walking along a long path
What's wrong if I follow your steps!

Stop monsoon rain, please!
My darling has wet through
and she's melting with shyness
Maybe there's still a long way to go
and my happiness is to win her heart!

I raised up a mountain fortress
But its foundation was faulty
It crumbled and great was its ruin

I drank up the ocean
But it was bitter
And it choked me and burst me apart

I flew across the horizon
Away from You
Away from all suns
And I was lost in the void.

Find me
On the barren crag of my own making
Find me
Beyond The walls of fear I built
Find me
At the end of the wastelands of loss
Earth parched and suffocated by the tears of bitterness

May roots of life break through the salt crust
May the dead-gray sky break open
And kiss me with the rain
Of faithfulness and Love
Of truth that never fails
Of the Everlasting Arms
Of the One who Lifts My Head

Ancient of Days, vast beyond knowledge
Whose fingers split the light from darkness
Cleave electrons from their atoms
And knit my flesh and bone and sinew
Whisper Your purpose
Whisper Your love
Find me
Redeem me