peep this...you can't see the forest or the trees because of material in the way, and when you hold up a mirror, you see perfection...i never liked mirrors, because i want to see something new...yes i was born and raised in ohio

up up in ohio
two brothers got together
to talk about some wings
to talk about the weather

thanks for the wind lord
we have to spread the word
eagles can't even speak
we need wings like a bird

on orville's death bed
his wishes were his plan
please use this bird for good
and let the pilot only be a man

moral of this story is that the female was trying to prove something and landed near cannibals, who only thought of living and not proving
the wright brothers doing for fellow man...women aren't evil, but will be used as a vessel until they accept their role...to be whole...i know it's offensive to women, but it's logical to religion and science alike. My favorite writer ever is Mary Shelley, and one of my favorite poets and singers is Chrissy Hinde. Women aren't less than men, so when they don't feel a need to prove it, things will change. Just trying to think of a whole, and what it takes, Because that will make me whole. Love.

look at their names
the wRIGHT brothers
amelia AIRheart

drones controlled by women refer to documentary "america's bird"

sinister

maybe someone else invented flight...maybe god maybe nasa

i think they understand that all religion says that the earth is god, and man is his son

there are laws made by man, and laws made by nature...both can make us whole, and both can make us salt

salt of the earth - salt is white when dry, but when mixed in, it makes a whole without color

earth - ground

proverbs, old sayings by the sage and sagebrush...don't be a sagebrush

i had to let some go to make me and the other ******* whole

see poem, "proverbs, my ***"

we only got to see the bad things that trump does, and not seeing the symbolism of just his name - a trumpet is called a trump in every older book, and language...if and when they show trump and others doing something good, they will change...wait...maybe buiding temples and motels in other countries is good

we frown upon it yet do similar things and the poorest people will vote for trump again...i don't vote because i have faith, and when you have faith, you know you'll be ok as a whole, even if they won't

we are all a potential jesus, and a potential god, and that's what they want us to be

brought to you by the whole me, with material to patch a hole in us

funded by no money, but learning what i thought i hated, but i loved....benjamin franklin used what they call witchcraft then, and i found my own craft through him...he was closest to god by taking what was in front of him...in fact it goes deeper...the theory of relativity was proven by franklin

he asked me what i was looking at...i said OH MY GOD

look at the evangelicals
strong, with a locked door at their backs
their shiny white steeples
there is room, but no air for the blacks

look at the pentecostal
slay themselves in his name with pride
that makes it so easy for them
to run over the others while safe in their ride

i saw a full giant jesus bus
going 90 down interstate 66
i thought they are headed to hell
maybe that cliff is the kid's soul fix

maybe hindu is the closest
but something just aint the same
even though they ride the wild tigers
they live and not **** in his name

somewhere in the mountains of china
there's a dragon named puff
he doesn't want to **** everything
knowing he is there should be enough

england has an irrigation system
used only to carry human waste
something is to be said about disease
and making decisions and haste

christians are god's strongest people
not like a white horse but a dark rock
we know all about those other shades
sitting atop god's holy stock

somewhere in america's heartland
there's a feeling stronger than hate
there's a beast ready to kickstart man
and ride him down to hellish fate

watch america self destruct the movie part 2 (only available in txt version}

the players - you choose but you still won't know(god's cut only)

as Jesus -

Jesus -  2/1
White Jesus 1/1
Weird looking Jesus 100/1
Robin Williams 2/1
****** - 2/1
Bigfoot - 2/1
Trump - 2/1
Biden - 2/1
Henry Winkler - 2/1
any billionaire - void

as the false prophet

Jesus -  2/1
White Jesus 1/1
Weird looking Jesus 100/1
Robin Williams 2/1
****** - 2/1
Bigfoot - 2/1
Trump - 2/1
Biden - 2/1
Henry Winkler - 2/1
any evangelic - 1/100
dollar bill - 2/1
any billionaire 1/100
as God

Dave Chappelle - 1/50
Jesus -  2/1
White Jesus 1/1
Weird looking Jesus 100/1
Robin Williams 2/1
****** - 2/1
Bigfoot - 2/1
Trump - 2/1
Biden - 2/1
Henry Winkler - 2/1
any billionaire - void

as Beast(s)

all cryptids
flying monkeys
lizard people
android devices
apple devices

you said you woke but you keep hitting snooze
why you get your mind from television news
colors come in more than just two hues
things are different from different views
in the whole, we are only drops of dues
you said you woke but you keep hitting snooze

(when i called for charles he growled back and handed me this. he said he wasn't mad at me, but that the dead poets wouldn't leave him alone. it seems he found an angel in the afterlife and he said he's trying to knock the bottom out of it. the other poets say he is hurting her. i told him that i can't believe he made to heaven. he said "heaven? didn't you hear my words? i am in hell!")

you are a secret agent and it's a secret to you
you have killed so many
not with words
with lack of words
you are in the same cage, running around in circles, chasing your tail
then you forget about that because a mortgage or new home stands in your way

you are not what you need, but you keep using you
you spread that **** propaganda, not for racism, but for reasons far more sinister
do it for the king, or whoever is running this *******
it's definitely a man, but i know that somewhere down the line
this train will derail and a woman will be blamed

let's keep it real, keep it evil
you see yourself as the former, but you are more the ladder
the ladder they will climb to grab ****** handfuls of cash
after the giant machine gets it's fill

a jedi mind trick inside every home
give them a phone, now they learn it on their own
all this before the age of seven
teach them about hell but never heaven
all demons want to live forever
so we name hospitals and libraries after them, these demons are clever
it takes a lot of money to keep a demon alive
with only demons being born and trying to survive
money even funds our rivers and streams
to become a lake of fire from the ***** gasoline

when fire first came out of my fingertips, it scared the hell out of me
maybe i am evil is what i kept thinking
but fire renews and brings new life
it's a gift but they don't like things weathered
they even replace their roof every year
it still does it's job, but they don't like the way it looks
the next thing they know they have leaks and mold
they kept looking up at the roof and not their floor
sinister

don't make them angry, they don't do well with anger
so it gets mixed up in their head among the other strangers
now they're deaf too, they don't hear the music
it's a shame because it sounds so beautiful when the universe re-arranges the furniture

please almighty one let me come back as a tree
so i can still stand tall while they keep hacking on me
when i fall i crash down on all when i hit the ground
which saying will you pick? to hear or not be around?
do you see the forest or do you see the trees?
one brings sweet nectar and one kills the bees
last night i tossed and turned, not mad but looking for what woke me
i think it's all around me but without that wheel, what good would this spoke be
excuse me sir, i know you're god, but where's the hub to connect
i want to be part of the whole and run over those who infect

the best present is the gift of presence

if you only knew all you can do
then your god might kneel to you
it's not love that can see us through
how does that love feel to you

love is faith without understanding
which i guess is less demanding
nature is the only thing unconditional
every thought that is non traditional

plastic seats for plastic *****
teaching anti-knowledge in those classes
saying learning is fundamental
turning your mind into a rental

from the infector to effector
sent to **** your only protector
your mind is your future's projection
it's a computer until they upload infection

if you only knew all you can do
then your god might kneel to you
it's not love that can see us through
how does that love feel to you


effector - an ***** or cell that acts in response to a stimulus

I went to close the window because it was getting windy and rainy. "can't leave this **** window open anyhow, without aluminum dust settling over the room"...Grrrr! ******* f-f-****** factory!"

Oh **** I said ******! To myself, out loud. I felt something coming up in my chest! Laughter! Why, that factory doesn't even have a ***** besides the one it uses to **** my environment. I guess that's gay. Not in a happy or homosexual way, but in a way I am against.
So, what does this make me? A gay basher? Someone who has hit it off with almost every gay man I ever met? I always felt like they get me, which makes me feel good. I did find out a couple really did want to get me in the pooper, which made me feel even better than "getting me".

Just because it's not my lifestyle or I don't believe in it, doesn't mean I hate gay people. Does it?  I mean I don't believe in *** with women either.

{Just leave this here so kids don't go to xhamster, which is uncensored.  I wrote this after seeing a blogger talking about how a guy said an amusement park was gay, and not as good as his favorite park. An amusement park should be gay! Anyhow, there are actually people fighting over this crap. I know words can hurt, but so does being burned 5 times on the face with a cigarette. Yet, I don't blame everyone with a cigarette, just the guy who burned me.  I bet if you dug up the men from the gay 90's they would feel a certain way about how gay is used now. I wish we could dig them up and send them after the bloggers who do nothing really, and **** sure have no gay fun. I believe that the use of bad words in poetry shows a weak vocabulary. Sometimes it's needed.)

within my own vicinity
i search for simple serenity
tending to my own tendencies
mending without amenities

sick and twisted remedies
a bitter sweet identity
my slit-wristed entities
the enemies of my memories

staring at the sun
pointing at everyone
what are you trying to prove?
you're better? they ain't done

give a man a chance
to change a circumstance
no telling what he can do
he might make you **** your pants

staring at the sun
when all is said and done
this ain't some kind of a game
and nobody ever won

it is a sad world for writers when 10 year olds have easy access to filthy ****, but poets get censored

was never is, and is never was
accustomed to doing what the other does
is always went left, and was went right
at times in the hallway they'd say goodnight

well, they got to talking one day
it seems that was always comes when is goes away
so the only difference between the two
is that one already did what the other will do

since was, was once is and is will be was
they both do something that the other does
now when is sees was and was sees is
they kiss, because is, is hers and was is his

is and was knows will, but will hasn't met them yet

don't climb aboard the train to Letthemtrainyou
don't let the body's boundaries constrain you
catch a flight to Humanright or to Remainyou
catch a flight to leave the site of Allthepaintoo

at the worst you might land in Halfwaythere
you might even find a different pathway there
you might even find a heart that also lay bare
find the town of Settledown and stay there

strut your stuff, shut me out and then judge me
corrupted pathways of stuff meant to begrudge me
that anti-matter just doesn't matter
that catastrophic energy will soon surely shatter

i can't jump fast to be the last in line
heart pumps fast with the blast in mind
clock thumps past battles passed in time
blood clumps caste with a mass decline

strut your stuff, but hush it when you're near me
disrupted masters get mad but then fear me
the negative ions will be eaten alive
that's hazardous material where the beaten survive

I am no better than the drunkard in the alley, and no worse than the guy in the mansion. In fact, the guy in the mansion probably did more bad things to get to the "top" than the drunkard did to reach the "bottom"

EYE can only see with I's closed

paranoia brews in a watered down mind
holding signs so i find my own kind
same in the front, same behind
not crying, just standing in line

"white is supreme, we are the youth"
says the man with only one tooth
who construes the roots to the truth?
at this carnival where is their booth?

wreak havoc to find what we seek
not deep, gene pool hit it's peak
no vocabulary, sentence structure weak
laid bare every time you speak

I've fought myself
with my every thought
now there's no doubt
I killed the thing that I fought

I studied the maps
my lies that I bought
I set a lot of traps
it was only me that I caught

swallowed my pride
I was doing as I taught
I looked deep inside
I found the monster that I sought

you are like a big toe
you're ugly and you smell funny
i really need you though
you balance me out

my life is like a stopwatch
just tallying up the time
i choose the downward spiral
over that vertical climb

i tried to go the mile
to keep up with my kind
i lasted just a while
then i fell behind

when my descent is final
who knows what i might find
maybe the top is topnotch
but the bottom is all mine

I've seen a many things
like the pain a tortured spirit brings
a man standing in the rain
when seeking shelter is in vain

I've felt so many pains
like beating of a heart abstains
such a cold feeling stings
when the clock's pendulum swings

I've seen a many things
like a life that barely clings
there is no reason to remain
when seeking shelter is in vain

We fell like the leaves
I blew away with the wind
a warm heart only believes
that love will never end

i should have known
there would come a day
when winds would blow
and birds would fly away

a bare branch heaves
swinging in the wind
indian summer deceives
the cold is setting in

my plan is to understand from here to hereafter
i stand behind the hand of man's only master
tragic is the plan of the last final chapter
who is the one who can, the answer or the asker?

ignoring the facts is the path to man's disaster
i'm trapped on the math of happily ever after
the fastest to act is the one who dies faster
he who laughs last is he who plans the laughter

If you keep banging on the devil's door
someone is bound to answer
those who don't know why they bleed
have their blood lapped up by panthers

firing at the sky, toward crows
the doves will be falling
before you load up your gun
remember who you're calling

when bad things are done for good
we are taking chances
when you whistle that old tune
the devil always dances

this road is weathered
but where one road ends, another starts
crossroads are measured
by the sign posts of wrong turn hearts

caution lights
the stop signs
bridge out
bumps ahead
highways divided
it's gridlock

another dead end street
and there's no u-turns

that road was better
until it came time for us to merge
a do not enter
detours where two hearts converge

constricted by an ophidian
i slither away, just to live
is this where new life begins?
is this where i shed my skin?

bitten by fangs of chagrin
where to win is to never forgive
hiss with this abyss within
i'm living in a pit of sin

with my vision wearing thin
venom is a gift to give
i slip beneath the rocks again
this is where i shed my skin

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Ei0ubfaLek

I can feel the gravity
savage sadness grabbing me

like a stabbing agony
panicking heartbeat rapidly

like a drastic atrophy
my own tapestry of travesty

applicable calamity
catastrophe is my canopy

the faculty of tragedy
with no strategy for amnesty

the laxity of sanity
I can feel the gravity

we go higher than a plane
and further than a car
is it not good enough
to enjoy beauty from afar?

we are the aliens

(we are propelled to take chances
with trajectory toward illumination
lifting off into oblivion
to our new space station)

we build rocket ships
to keep us up to par
is it not good enough
to only wish upon a star?

we are the aliens

I'm just a citizen with no names to mention
no one is to blame for the hate and the tension
measuring success by how the other falls
he's got the world by the *****

snowflakes, cupcakes, makes me cold and hungry
no one is to blame for the lust of the money
success is measured by your picture on the walls
he's got the world by the *****

those who keep their blinds closed are the ones always looking out.

Let Me Go

Let me go I'm not a keeper
I feel your touch getting weaker
No more crying, no more weeper
Even when I'm sinking deeper

Let me go I'm not a holder
I feel your touch getting colder
No more leaning, no more shoulder
Every memory getting older

when I feel the world on my back
it's like carrying a boulder
when an angel can't take away
the devil on my shoulder

the light only goes skin deep
in the eyes of this beholder
the darkness will always seep
the darker, the colder

I wake up in a shivering sweat
I feel like a wounded soldier
friendly fire can never ****
the devil on my shoulder

#bipolar #mentaldisorder  #insanity

i woke up today, yesterday was what it was
another day of living my life for a buzz
i'm always surprised to see the morning light
when will i ever live my life right

what tomorrow brings is never on my mind
i search and search, then find what i find
eye to eye with the devil isn't a fair fight
when will i ever live my life right

stuck in a pattern that's set to repeat
with demons closing in and feeling the heat
my life ends up another day, another night
when will i ever live my life right

We teach our soldiers to follow commands instead of their own hearts.

I thought it was bad then it only got worse
I thought that my hunger could cure my thirst
last things last and first things first
thinking about my ride in a hearse

I thought it was bad then it only got worse
the world's been a weight ever since my birth
wondering why I was put on this earth
life is a blessing nah life is a curse

way out on river road
there's a story that remains untold
on a night with winds so cold
there were souls bought and sold

let me live to see this through
let me live to see what's true
let me live to see justice too
let me live to see them pay their dues

somewhere in the mountain rain
there was a man who cried in pain
i'll be the reason he didn't die in vain
a price to pay still remains

let me live to see this through
let me live to see what's true
let me live to see those two
let me live to see them pay their dues

i don't need you to dream about me
nightmares will do just fine
as long as you don't live without me
as long as i stay on your mind

I can feel the gravity
savage sadness grabbing me
like a stabbing agony
panicking heartbeat rapidly

like a drastic atrophy
the tapestry of travesty
applicable calamity
catastrophe is my canopy

the faculty of tragedy
with no strategy for amnesty
the laxity of sanity
I can feel the gravity

she was only ten years old
when he made the video tape
the film shows a horrid crime unfold
that little girl was *****

(the story that remains untold
a past she can never escape
available for an easy download
fuel for a pervert's sake)

they have their way with her over and over

******* eyes watch with bad intent
she is a victim again and again
every time that file is sent
she is ***** by other men

blurry image, out of focus
closing in on hopeless notice
broken glow, prone to coldness
holding on to low the closest

lambent lacking, saddened blackness
lasting facts of tragic practice
shattered glass, facet blasted
passing granted hands the fastest