Using another's inspiration for your inspiration
inspires only a certain formation
forming a gang for poetic stimulation
stimulates only a circle of relation
relative to your own congregation
congregating minds in a world of stagnation
stagnant thoughts like a writer's damnation
****** to reaching the same old destination
destined to be in your world of simulation
similar minds without much variation

come round here and get your *** kicked
plastic caskets and old motor gaskets
the drastic practice of spastic masses
all stretched out and kicking *****

if you smile they kick your teeth in
to get in you gotta get beneath in
if you look they will cut your eyes out
it's alright after the crying dies out

the sun shines on the old floor boards
the wrecked chryslers and rusty fords
the fallen live underneath the wrecks
till the junkman comes and collects

Don't worry, I wouldn't let you get that close. Like you have a choice. Try to touch me with anything and I will end you.

In the red corner - me
in the blue corner - life

this isn't a fair fight
there was no sparring or training
I had to come out swinging right from the bell
absorbing every jab that life throws

just waiting for the knockout punch

still dancing and going toe to toe
throwing haymakers left and right
I try to keep my guard up
hoping somehow to win by decision

side-stepping punches
ducking and weaving
uppercut uppercut uppercut
I dropped my guard, and there goes my mouthpiece

ding!

saved by the bell

I still have a few rounds to go...

11 a.m.
i'm already on the wine
it really doesn't matter when
it's always right on time

11 a.m.
I'm already on those thoughts
it's the same thing again
my mind keeps getting caught

We will make a lot of promises
then we will forget them

we will speak of peace and brotherhood
then send more troops

we will make resolutions to stop smoking
while the world burns

we will feel the effects of our decisions
then blame someone else

we will say "what would Jesus do"
then do what the devil would do

we will talk of our mistakes in the past
then continue destroying the future
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.
.
when that ball drops, we will drop the ball

red brick buildings
twenty units wide
every apartment
has something to hide

down the hall in unit 8
she hides under her bed
daddy's been drinking
he wants his sickness fed

across the hall, unit 9
the kids are all alone
they learn about life
on mommy's smartphone

up in apartment 3
six days he's been awake
he spends his time
making shake and bake

empty doorways
twenty units wide
so many secrets
twenty units hide

The bigger they are, the more pain they can feel.

Chop it up and grind it down so fine
sift through these few words of mine
take your time and read line by line
words entwine as the thoughts combine

it's designed to define my own mind
sometimes it's a sign of a sublime kind
it's words combined that bind my mind
it's thoughts assigned and pen inclined

seeing how self centered i am
means i'm more self centered than I thought
i find myself buying my words
then i give away the words i bought

that's just me
a day in the life of misery
born to be
a life in the days of tragedy

poking the monster that lives inside
then loving the monster i fought
i find myself catching a beast
then releasing the beast that i caught

that's just me
a day in the life of misery
born to be
a life in the days of tragedy

i guess that's just the way i am
i try to learn what can't be taught
i just bring my heart and my words
and i give away the words i brought

if you could touch my skin
you would feel all i am within
and if your touch is real
you would feel all that i feel

if you look behind my eyes
you would see what i am inside
and if your sight is true
there's a chance for me and you

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

the defense versus the prosecution
the lawyer who hates prostitution

his name is john

the pretense lends it's attribution
leaning toward total absolution

the blame is on

the defense versus the prosecution
the judge who hates prostitution

his name is john

the pretense lends it's attribution
leaning toward total absolution

the flame is on

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

sheltered from the rain and thunder
covered by a muck that cumbers
colors never coming out from under
smothered by the other hungers

the rushing water
what is it running from

walking together on the whitest sand
looking out at the bluest sea
he gently took her by the hand
then he got down on one knee
he said "I want you to understand"
"everything that we could be"
he brought out a wedding band
he asked her, "will you marry me"?

It's an act of manipulation
manipulation of a whole nation
nation built on bad foundation
foundation of lies and discrimination
discrimination that led to creation
creation of all this devastation
devastation leading to mutation
mutation that's based on frustration
frustration of those in anticipation
anticipation of expiration
expiration of our habitation
habitation that needs adoration
adoration of a dream

Agony of the fantasy, so lazily, with no probability
the ecstasy so randomly seen with eyes of atrophy
my heart beats so rapidly for the sake of catastrophe
so i gallantly step on the travesty of the compatibility

i casually see my casualty through eyes of calamity
searching so actively for a canopy of rationality
my mind thinks abnormality is better than conformity
actuality meets versatility or circumstantial amity

thinking elaborately not organically, of reality
a tapestry so naturally put together differently
visually vivid quality is a visible consistency
no commonality,  critically crushed by normality

i'm not giving up, i'm just giving in
like a ghost in the world you're just living in
i'm not taking out, i'm just taking in
all those words you're just breaking in

i'm not standing in, i'm just standing on
that soil that you're just not landing on
i'm not sitting out, i'm just sitting in
that train that you're just not getting in

i'm not living up, i'm just living down
thankful to the gods for just giving ground
i'm not dying out, i'm just dying in
a world that i should be just flying in

i thought about joining the crowd and writing about poets, poems, and poetry...then my muse cut off my hands and typed this

i had a talk with the man in the moon
words shined like lunar light
we spoke of brightness coming soon
he told me all would be alright

he told me that the king of the stars
soon would be coming home
he said that the end isn't far
then we'll have a home of our own

FYI - free your intelligence

"I think, therefore I am"

No

Don't think
And
There you are, in mind and spirit

Every subconscious thought is artificial intelligence
Do you want to know how to fix something, or create? Or just have your own mindfulness?

Escape the subconscious

Enter consciousness.
That place of ideas and creation
That place where you are free no matter where you are at, physically

Everything good is there

Everything bad is in your subconscious mind. Most of it doesn't even exist

Free
Your
Intelligence

it's the american dream
freedom and great gain
i can't fit that picture
inside of the frame

it's a book of fiction
it's like a no win game
soul caught, get me off
***** is my only friend

i can't see that image
inside of my brain
why can't i get the picture
to fit within the frame

if alcohol's so bad
why does it **** the pain?
soul lost, get me off
make me whole again

i never want to hurt, or cause any harm
to all the daisies growing at the AllDaisy farm
and though, my seeds carry no obscene disease
i'm blocked off by tumbleweeds and old oak trees
i have heard that in the warm wind you play
so i send my pollinated seeds your way
and though, my children need to grow with you
i accept you always, signed, black-eyed sue (without a view)

i've spent a lot of time on this planet
watching these creatures who inhabit
they say god made it, and it's granted
god won't be the one to **** it

for every gun there's someone to man it
flies with barrels aimed at maggots
they build a fire, then they fan it
flames pull them in like a magnet

they **** each other, and they even plan it
on this planet where i have landed
mankind are the ones wreaking havoc
it's hard for me to understand it

I've spent a lot of time on this planet
watching these creatures who inhabit
they say god made it, and it's granted
god won't be the one to **** it

for every gun there's someone to man it
flies with barrels aimed at maggots
they build a fire, then they fan it
flames pull them in like a magnet

they **** each other, and they even plan it
on this planet where I have landed
mankind are the ones wreaking havoc
it's hard for me to understand it

they are only strong in groups
they follow rules made by their leaders
it's one for all, or attack that one
they can be the most brutal creatures

they use bullets instead of thoughts
shoot now and ask questions later
it's all for none, except the strong
they have such a violent nature

i've been living on the fly for a while
a dive from the sky for a sight of the vile
i tried to find out why they can cry with a smile
but they decide to lie and die in denial

they divide the ties and put eyes on trial
hiding behind a blinding pride with guile
buying is their guide to arriving in style
vying for the high life with titles they compile

and i have no way to get home

looks like i'm stuck in the muck and the muddle
out of luck where i was put just to hush in the struggle
cuffed to this crust is just enough to bust my bubble
another **** to fuss and cuss in the dust and rubble

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it's hard to believe what I have seen
in the steeples, they fill the seats
claiming to love the most and the least
they leave church and their love fleets

these creatures are just killing machines
seemingly demons of in between
people sleeping in deceiving dreams
never seeing what Jesus means

self-appointed reapers for the beast
grievous destroyers of the peace
driving jeeps with a sticker that reads:
we support our troops in the middle east

this is a world of contradiction

simple facts erased by complex lies

they have a thing called a smile

but they only use it when it benefits them


i just want to come home


they have a large homeless population

that doesn't out-number the empty houses

they spit on those who would beg

and wish them the worst


i just want to come home


they have a thing called collateral damage

taking lives over an opinion

they only seem to value themselves

and material items


please, let me come home

they seem weak when they're alone
they are braver in numbers
they like to make lightning
then they run when it thunders
they're as cold as a stone
in the wheel that cumbers
as cold as a bone
that lies six feet under

Life is not a kind fight
when it's all for naught in hindsight
a darkness to remind light
a darkness that can really blind sight

I dont need a limelight
to climb to my own mind height
all I need is a sign bright
all I need is to make the time right

Your way works sometimes
My way works sometimes
Their way works sometimes
Without all ways, there would be no way, always
Hey grey, you took the blue away
Is it really going to rain all day?
If the sky were only grey, it would rain all days
Tomorrow is the big day, don't take it away
To get to the big day, I lived through small days

Get it Egbert?

Relativity

It's something that we were born with, but for some odd reason, a mad scientist got credit for it. Happy scientists, like Benjamin Franklin just used it for science.

All is Relative was said at a family reunion by a grandpa in West Virginia. Then he called the missing family members inbreds. Sinister

fallow thoughts, sorrows wallow
already tasting tomorrow's shallow swallow
fallen breath is all that's to follow
smallest hope, almost hollow

Good morning sleepy head
let's get you out of bed
first we'll get you dressed
then we'll get you fed

the knife is in the shed
with the rug of red
i put it in the corner
right where you bled

the knot on your head
is from the pipe of lead
i sewed up the holes
with a needle and some thread

remember what i said
a long day is ahead
mother is on her way
don't tell her that you're dead

when you wallow in the past, the past is your future
dark days behind become dark days ahead
when those ghosts become your rulers
join them, because you're already dead

i want to enhance my mind
i like to go to that other place
thought patterns of another kind
outer awareness of inner space

i want to slow down my time
move in slow motion in the race
letting what i know leave me behind
inner awareness of outer space

i want to enhance my mind
i like to go to that other place
thought patterns of another kind
outer awareness of inner space

i want to slow down my time
slow the motion of the race
leaving what i know behind
inner awareness of outer space

the fact of the matter
its just a matter of fact
nothing changes truth
the facts stay intact

no sugar coating
its the taste of bitter truth
right on our lips
no need to be a sleuth

on the cutting table
its all been cut and dried
laid out before us
let it be our guide

Dracula - "Blood is thicker than water". Plus, it already has all the good stuff a vampire needs.
I know that only my brain can send the signal to my cells that make me sick, and make me well. Good morning, and goodnight!!

Count Chocula - Chocolate milk is thicker than regular milk, plus it's chocolate! Good morning!

Rabbit - Trix are for kids!