Tell your muse to slap herself
buy a gun and cap yourself
buy a farm then buy the farm
buy the sheep that spins the yarn

take your words and shove them!
take your birds and love them!
put nothing else above them...

not even air

tell your side to ready for battle
by some fencing and by some cattle
buy a ranch and buy the farm
shave the sheep that spins the yarn

perfect eyes are directed
directly at the ones affected
affection should be reflected
reflections shine toward the effected

effects of beams projected
projecting back at the ones connected
connections are to be expected
expectations of a love perfected

I'm not that bad of a guy
at least no one can say I never tried
is there something wrong with my mind?
just because I cry when I watch Frankenstein?

I find myself walking around blind
sometimes I see them run and hide
"look out!" "he's not our kind!"
I feel their torches burning from behind

maybe I'm just ****** up inside
people ask me if somebody died
I tell them that's what I'm trying to find
the body of Frankenstein

It looks like another day
what can i say, what can i say
just fallen words by the way
why do i pay, why do i pay

It looks like another night
what will i fight, what will i fight
everything that's in my sight
i am never right, i am never right

it looks like another war
what is it for, what is it for
raging while the enemies snore
not anymore, not anymore

What does it mean to be begotten
does adam think jesus is spoiled rotten
is eve still holding an ace up her sleeve
who is the serpent trying to deceive

Maximal tactics, i'm moving diagonal
fast attack, mad like a rabid animal
I can scramble em and eat em up like a cannibal
silence of the lambs, you can call me hannibal

factual master of blasting the practical
grammatical fractions that act like a manual
brashly cast and I smash like a radical
glad to put a badass on a lasting sabbatical

I hit with a fist and it's fit for the mystical
put **** in the britches of the illiterate pitiful
I get physical on the brittle when condition is critical
on a mission to finish putting rips in the typical

i tell ya brother
it's a blessing and a curse
sorting one and another
deciding who comes first

"he who is without sin"
let him cast the first stone
will the faith or doubt win?
of a soul that's left alone

i tell ya brother
it's a heaven and a hell
the fate that belongs to others
it belongs to you as well

He was the type of guy that would let you know if he didn't agree with something you said or did

I liked that about him.

So I said and did things that he didn't agree with

Now he wants to **** me.

the bar is closing, but she is opening
she is as soft as the night
when she removes all of her clothing
underneath the dim alley light

who killed the songbird?
someone clipped her wings
now she can't fly
she never ever sings

who killed the songbird?
they cut off her tongue
now all she can manage
is a melancholy hum

who killed the songbird?
made her spirit die
never again to sing
never again to fly

I realize that poets are just posers who imitate other poets, in a lackadaisical attempt to be someone that we are not. It is the laziest of arts. I impose my new art, on a floundering mass of dying humans. It is visual, and sound art, in custom made video clips that are impossible to imitate. The tones of color and sound are of my very own. Using sounds of everyday life(at least everyday life of a lunatic) and videos I make on the spot of those sounds. I realized that the Mona Lisa *****, and with kids believing that they can turn into a character from Fortnite, I am hitting at the exact right time. My art is living, in a world that is dying(hopefully)

(the waiting room)

these magazines do nothing to help
as I flip through the empty pages
ringing commotion of the phone
in my mind, a war still rages


(this will only hurt for a minute)

this isn't home
the couch seems so *****
from the sifting comb
from words not worthy


(doctor do little will see you now)

have a seat, lay back, and relax
tell me about your panic attacks
I know you better than you know yourself
and my money even comes in stacks

(analyze but do not treat)

what does this ink blotch look like?
...a ****** ink blotch!

how does this make you feel?
how does that make you feel?
...inadequate!


(anger management)

when you get angry
just scream into a pillow
or talk to this puppet...

(and I'm the one who is crazy?)

please see cashier on your way out

FORESIGHT

Gotta get up off the floor right, and do more right, we need to use our foresight -- we need to do more for bright, ignore spite, we got to face this chore right -- we better reach the core plight, before night, maybe we need to have more fight -- time to explore light, open the door knight, it's time to implore flight


HINDSIGHT

You have to get your mind right, no more blind sight, we need to use our hindsight-- we need to try to shine light, combined right, we got to face this bind right -- we better reach the declined flight, combined might, maybe we need to have a kind bite -- time to remind fright, open the find right, it's time to look behind sight

i am crying out loud
it falls on deaf ears
my pain is avowed
but only death hears

air is just a cloud
which my breath fears
my end is my shroud
created by less cares

this agony is endowed
tested by my best years
only silence is allowed
where only death hears

(A big thank you to all the ones who have ever read my words)

The most tired fraction of society
social studies leads to social anxiety
anxiously waiting for life's entirety
entire life of impropriety

improper ways lead to isolation
isolated due to my frustration
frustrated by my hearts starvation
starving for any type of relation

downward roots of destroyed origin
savage past, a native to pain
just an ember from a fire, endemic
my people used to be the flame

look beyond the midnight skies
well past where the dim light dies
what you might find in the dark
is a brand new way to realize

look beyond what your eyes see
to where your thoughts try to flee
what you might find in your mind
is a brand new way to be free

window
i          i
n         n
d         d
o         o
window

the wood is cracking
the paint is old and worn away
lost in footsteps of forever
there's still spirits, here to stay

you can see visions
in the smoke cloud window glass
lost in smudges of evermore
wayward spirits of the past

life can be less than a pleasure
in this place where the rest are weathered
preset on a quest forever
resorting to their desperate measures

life can be light as a feather
when you'er blessed in the test of endeavor
regret for the best is never
and everything just comes together

Here is my hand writing
straight from my writing hand
sometimes i am a man fighting
sometimes i am a fighting man

i will never stand under
so you must understand
it is not a hand hired
it is not a hired hand

here is my signed letter
here is my letter signed
just looking to find better
just looking for a better find

Word technician with no inhibition
a new edition of total demolition
apparition of a bad intention
did i mention i'm the definition?

turning tradition into transition
with ammunition from bad religion
my decision to take the expedition
extradiction of a mission affliction

proposition with a new condition
no submission from competition
disposition of a mad magician
a tactician with no intermission

It's time to hit the jackpot
so get off the *** jack
it's time to pack thought
what does your thought pack?

better hit the highway
because stakes are way high
i will never fly stray
even though i'm a stray fly

i am just a flyweight
but i'm letting the weight fly
i'm just going to try fate
and then let the fate try

egos collide, egos divide
narcissistic and too commanding
egos inside, egos provide
an image that is so demanding

egos misguide, egos betide
the mind that is not expanding
egos aside, egos denied
would lead to more understanding

when you go from low to low
how do you know when you're low again?
jump off the roof, to get back in the flow again
oh no, here we go again

seeds we sow blow away then grow again
we never know the seeds that we sow again
get up high, now get low again
i paid child support here come that ** again

can winds blow away?
to never blow again
wind creates the way
to have it's own go, again

oops

i am sorry

point that finger and confess
i can't digest or digress
we digest to find less?
pro and pre and method best

standing in the october rain
one last time to hold her hand
she has the softest touch of pain
but this pain was never planned

raindrops fall to the beating of hearts
i'm soaked in my regrets
a final ending, two new starts
i am still glad we met

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Bow down to the kings of fact evasion
evading the truth on every occasion
occasional lies put into the equation
equating to a killing persuasion

persuading others to join the foundation
founded on this murdering fixation
fixated on their own classification
classified as private information

informed minds can be more productive
producing a way that is less obstructive
obstruction stopped by thoughts constructive
construction of the less destructive

Last word must be used in a different form for the first word in the next line.

There have been times I've been lost all alone
18 years old and without a home
I robbed and I stole, and I let it be known...
I'll slice your throat, and cut to the bone

swabbin' the deck and walkin' the plank
clangor and crash, clatter and clank
I had myself and the devil to thank
swillin' down whiskey, I drank and I drank

batten the hatches, there's rough seas ahead
sterns would be broke and sails would be shred
splatter his guts and off with his head
let dead men lie where they've made their bed

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

break down the student, break down the test
if everyone knows, then we only mean best
break down the teacher, break down the desk
which one is bigger? less class or class less?
break down the hallways, break down the school
which one is the dunce with his own stool?
break down the walls, break down the fool
you know you're done learning when you need a new tool

if you keep knocking 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
and 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

https://soundcloud.com/gary-loftis/devil-dance

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 have nothing left except my breath
a sunset means another night to obsess
we are all only vessels in distress
sending out our best S.O.S

i ask "in death can i progress"?
can the dead truly be heavenly blessed?
will i pass the test without regrets?
or is this as good as it ever gets?

why do wolfpacks attack and reject other wolves?

well?

he was wearing a wire - bahahaha crowd roars
he was an arab - crowd roars
he was a black wolf - crowd enjoys
he was a white wolf - crowd roars
he was a jew wolf - crowd enjoys
he was a catholic - crowd enjoys
he was a christian - crowd stunned
he was a republican - crowd stirs
he was a liberal - crowd riot

the comedian was killed by a crowd of people later that night, including a mexican and black man. 100 people are in jail awaiting charges. some charges may be dropped due to we suspect that someone was next...at least one

I have fallen by the wayside
everything has went sideways
who is the one who plays guide
in this place where the guide plays

it looks like overall
this place is all over
we need an overhaul
we need a haul over

if someone tries to outshine
they put the shine out
we need a new outline
to let this line out...

I love her more than anything
there is still something missing
something that I always long for
loving, touching, kissing

It looks like this piece doesn't fit
fool it, force it to call it quits
weaken worse words with our wit
lashing out at the fire licks we lit

guard the ghost of glitter and gleam
drill it, draping the drastic dream
soldier seems so out of scheme
unsealed structure ******* steam

let lowlifes linger on the lines
mark it, make it meet our minds
**** the crawler, keep our kinds
because its better behind our blinds

the best poetry out there
was written down and tossed away
there's too much doubt there
so the words are lost today

the best poems out there
are like stones in the creek
submerged, without air
they never get to speak

the best poets out there
they are blowing in the wind
I can hear them shout there
again and again

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will the pathways that you take be a maze that you make for me
can the days that you take also be my days to take for free
will your own home safe place feel like a home base for me
will your fast and hateful race leave the hate to face for me

are the bad places you create the only way to relate for you
i may have a date to tryout my own fate so i must wait for you
is your dying day just a replay of another day's date for you
if thought was heaven's gate would that be another gate for you

will truth have any use or lies beget what lies bring to us
will the dove that dies leave a love that flies to sing to us
will the eagle's mangled wing even look like a wing to us
will the bees that are leaving at least leave a sting to us

will the faces change and the names always stay the same to us
will the things that you save seem like just a shame to us
can the game that you play leave the rules of the game to us
will you win your game by saving time and passing blame to us

with no place left to go
i face the cold hard fight
when you live under a rock
darkness is your only sight

with no stone left un-turned
that leaves me nowhere to hide
left out in the sun to burn
i can't turn this stone inside

with no reason left to live
i grow colder by the night
crawling from this stone to give
my life to the dying light

we believe we are free
as they tighten the chains
i'm talking about the powers that be
controlling and washing our brains

they just don't want us to see
how love can **** all pains
i'm talking about the universal key
the key that unlocks the chains

Please don't cancel my culture
it's all I have got
it wasn't my choice to be born now
to be born here

sometimes I wish I had been born in another time
in another place
Some of those places are just history now
and not clear history

another time is history

history is hindsight, and without hindsight

we lose foresight

I am going through with it
the doctors promised me that I would have the full female experience, including discharge
discharge!

this is the way to keep my sanity and actually get free money and extra rights
extra!

another poem about a poet
another poem about a poem
another poem about poetry
i feel so much alone

finding depth in the shallows
by hiding under stones
dying without any oxygen
now i am drifting bones

another poem about a poet
another poem about a poem
another poem about poetry
i feel so far from home

(i promise that this will be my last poem about poetry, or a poetry site.)

there's no nutrition for my being
what i need is what they're keeping
the pain won't ease, laying, bleeding
i am here, weak and weeping

there are no dreams that i'm seeing
a vacant dream is how i'm sleeping
i can't proceed in the life i'm leading
i am here, weak and weeping

Crimson of the imprinted struggle
of wings that couldn't fly away
remnants of a ****** scuffle
evidence of the ones who pay

on the ice, above the concrete
terror is in the melting snow
soon to be under gone feet
gone forever from what we know

****** trail of the past fallen
a victims death is seen in red
on a winter's day so sullen
****** snow angels of the dead

I know two older men that I used to care about, that go to the ER about 100 times each per year. Costing 100's of thousands of dollars to medicaid and medicare. As far as I know they never really paid taxes, which really doesn't matter to me. They go to the ER, only to be sent home, as their insurance is billed. One of the men, went to a local doctor 4 times in past two months...the 4th time they said they found a spot on his lungs, and he needed to come back and have it checked. He went yesterday to have it checked, and I am sure they will find it has gotten worse. Anyhow, he was at the ER twice today with breathing problems and high blood pressure. I had told him two years ago that if he keeps going to the doctor, they will find something. What we choose to think about always becomes more intense. If it is disease we think of, we get disease. He is all to pieces and I can't say I care, since this man watched me stop taking heart meds that they claimed kept me alive, and that was two years ago. He uses the local Catholic charity constantly to get free food, and then ends up at a Catholic hospital, sick. We manufacture sickness and wellness within ourselves. No faith needed...just belief. Our biology is what we believe it is. We are the only animal who can supposedly die of millions of different diseases. Think.