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)

it's a tree's life
a birds and bees life
the bees knees life

but they carve into me with these knives
see, i'm a tree and i help out the bee hives
in every land of milk and honey
honey, it's the honey that's the money
it's straight tree life
not down on a knee life
i stand for one thing and that's all

texas chainsaw massacre and hatchets
lost limbs and widow makers
in every atom is a gift within
every thing of thick and thin
it's straight tree life
it's so great to be life
i have one godly fate, to all relate

breathe me in and lay beneath
i am the shelter that you seek
come to me don't be afraid
i am all warmth and in all shades

it's a straight G's life
yo nuts swing on deez life
it's a tree's life

we all shake with the leaves
and say goodbye when they leave life

spring will be back to see us
not exactly, but we will be us
loving the sun, wind and rain
changing with the weather to be the same

accepting change
knowing we will live on
tree life

I have started writing a book. My ghost writing of songs hasn't picked up yet, so i have decided to jump on the zombie bandwagon. My book will not just be about zombies, but real life, with hidden metaphors and a more down to earth tone for a zombie book. Lol. It will also have some poetic type parts, with poems of hope and heartbreak. Hope it works. Please read the short sample included, and give me feedback. Thanks!
4:01 am

Will I ever sleep at night again? It's getting harder and harder to sleep in daylight too...The tunnel diggers, and the screaming of the "others". They are getting smarter and stronger. When I seen that zombie using a shovel, I nearly **** my pants. I mean, what's next? Guns? Knives? All i have now is this shack, my sanity (I think), and them. I have to protect them. She hardly even knows that I am here, but I feel like it's my duty to protect her, and her two little ones. The little boy is about nine or ten i'd say. The little girl is four and the splitting image of her mother. I have watched them for so long that I have grown attached to them. I feel like part of the family. If only they knew that. I must never tell...

I am keeping these journals just in case something may happen to me someday. I want the world to know of my work. I want them to understand me.


How can they ever find my name out, when i don't even know my own name? In fact, in the oldest memories that I have of myself, I was just like this...nameless. That has to be at least 40 years ago. It is only in the last 2 years, that I have been killing though. I fought the urge for so long. One day it hit me like a ton of bricks why I am here. To punish the unrighteous ones. That means almost everyone...

Don't ask me how I know which ones to punish, because I just know. Children, for example, will never be punished and by children, I mean 18 and under. This leads to a dilemma of course...since they still want to **** me...

I get a feeling, and I know it's God telling me. I know it has to be God because I know nothing of evil. I have dedicated my life to God, and I have never so much as touched drugs or liquor. I have never even watched television. I had always tried to help people, then God told me that I wasn't helping. He told me that they weren't like me. He told me of all the evil in their hearts, and in their homes. When I get close enough to someone, I can sense their life, their intentions. God has truly blessed me...

I rarely ever have any remorse for torturing and killing people. They have it coming to them, mostly. I say mostly because sometimes I do feel like such suffering and then death is too harsh of a punishment for sins like gluttony, or sloth. I mean, I can't go around killing people just because they are fat, or they sit around a lot. Some people have problems and I always try to consider that. The only reason that I **** so many overweight people and people on welfare is that they are easier to get to. I have found that low income housing and welfare apartments are good places to do "my work". The cops just don't care about them. I also punish my share of rich people, but I have been labeled a racist and sociopath. HAHAHA! Me. A racist! Even as dark as my skin is....of course, they don't know that.

I always know as soon as I see someone whether they must die or not. I can't really explain, but it's just a feeling that I get, and it's like a movie plays in my mind. I can see their life. I can see the bad and good they do. Some people do a whole lot of good, but they still must be punished. The rules are simple. If they have broken any of the Seven Deadly Sins, they must be punished, then killed. I have seen the movie and felt the truth every single time...besides one...just once. I call her Aurora, Goddess of the Morning Dawn. That was the first time I seen her, at dawn. I never believed in a Goddess until I seen her. She has to be, because I have never seen a woman so beautiful. I have also never not gotten the movie from the Lord. I only ever really get to see her in the morning.

She leaves her apartment every night at about nine. I have followed her many times, but I have never found out where she goes. The problem is, I have my work to do. Every time I try to follow her, she walks into a pretty bad neighborhood of drugs, strip bars, and casinos. I don't make it far in those neighborhoods before my senses go crazy. I am always left to do my work, while she strolls on so beautifully. I often wonder if she does the same thing that I do. I wonder if that's why I can't sense anything from her. Maybe that's also why she goes into the same area almost every night. I wonder how many of us are here and working for God. She is special either way. I just haven't been able to figure it out exactly. I do feel like she is meant to be near me for some reason.

Eyes of the greenest dawn
a heavenly scent, sunlight spawn
to your door I am always drawn
only to find you gone

My morning mystery light
the sun rises at your sight
you make my days shine bright
but a creature of the night?

it's okay to go against God
it's okay to go against nature
just don't go against your government

I have a new style with an expectation
expecting to explore my new aspiration
aspiring to seek reward through exploration
exploring words with my brand new cultivation
cultivating a never seen creation
creating something with a new formulation
formulating a rhyme with a different situation
situating words in a fresh new formation
forming myself another publication

This is my brand new style. The rules are strict compared to a regular quantum loop, but still a lot of room for creativity and fun.

Reverberating random radio waves
waves of blank blasting bells
bells of unfounded fickled fear
fear in cumulous clouded clatter
clatter of sick ******* sounds
sounds like you yearn your years
years of finding fallen failure
failure to see second sight
sight of blinded brilliant brain
brain farts form filthy fumes
fumes of angry artistic air
air is thick with wasted words
words that remain regretfully wrong
wrong way to tell twisted tales
tales of virtual visual *****

New style of poem i am working on. In first verse, the first three words must start phonetically the same. In the other verses, it must be last three words. Hard to make sense by these rules, but it was fun.

looking through the hill stained glass
it was beautiful before I took it for granted
these slopes have me sliding fast
I need a ground that's less slanted
life is growing with the grass
in the land of the dis-enchanted
sometimes we must forge a path
sometimes new seeds need to be planted

Biden means button
Kamala means Lotus



Trump means trumpet. sinister?

elaborate?

can words brainwash?

i am not a theorist, and if i were i would research this more...this my research of science, religion, politics, and how it keeps biting me...if you want to help make the world a whole, it is somehow going to with making this nation a whole...and other ones...the pie has so many pieces and doesn't feed itself...i...we...you need you...lets study with goals toward understanding...then we have more color in our vision...it is hard to be gentle when everyone i know in real life is a cutthroat zombie...they get crap theory and lies fed to them by tv and internet...if you ever see that i am wrong please let me know

A new wind blows now in forgotten lands
people are rising, lifting their hands
change was seen and was headed their way
now they rejoice, with hope of a new day

a government of lies has been overthrown
a people find happiness in the unknown
what they knew before was greed and hate
with hearts and minds open, now they wait

the hopeful anticipation of a new regime
chains are lifted and they're free to dream
now they are waiting for a new day to dawn
as they cross invisible lines once drawn

What can they say about me that hasn't been said already
if words were really arrows, I'd be dead already
they can do their best to let dread fall steady
if they had their way they'd chop me up into red confetti

throw me into the air and make it a celebration
if words were like a country, I could sell a nation
they can do their best to try to derail my station
if they had their way I'd be in hell's elevation

down where the river meets with the creek
the water is cold, the water is deep
that's the place where dreams were put to sleep
that's the place where the secrets keep

what i saw in that misty mud
forever scarred my mind
moonlight on the crimson blood
tragic acts, so unkind

and it seems these dreams are memories
these nightmares are for real
every time i go down there
their pain is all i feel

back in the holler, next to the tracks
the water is cold, the water is black
that's the place where dreams were put in sacks
that's the place where i can't go back

In the darkest of night they rise
without humanity in their eyes
rotting flesh and beastly bones
rising like blood thirsty clones

When they rise, the end is near
the world becomes full of fear
by that time, it's way too late
torture and death is your fate

The time to suffer is coming fast
then none of us are going to last
so much blood sure to be shed
on this night of the living dead.

nobody home, my mind is gone
I walk the line that the line is on
it's like a grind, where the time is long
I can't find the sign post that the sign is on

nobody here, besides a ghost
it cloaks the hope and hides the host
I smoke lots of dope, it supplies the most
i have spoken to the guide of the side i chose

nobody home, my mind is fried
i taunt the fires that i lie beside
it's like a bind, where the eyes are tied
i tried to fly so high, but i had died inside

i reach out my hands for an embrace
it's just another wasted case
arms extend, only to shove
there's no love

i wonder why my love's displaced
like a bird that's without grace
wings defend, against the dove
there's no love

i look for another heart to replace
it's out there somewhere lost in space
eyes pretend, to look above
there's no love

there is no such thing as a whole chance
is it half of a plan to plan half of a dance?
is the plan bigger than man, can't fit it's pants
and who the hell was ever a victim of happenstance?

little half a chance
pitiful little half a chance

poor little half a chance
doesn't wanna get near zero
happenstance, come to the dance
little half. don't be a hero

sweet sweet zero
please don't take my little half by the hand
happenstance please make the call?
more chance and take the fall?

a whole chance took a chance and stole yo man!
you betta act, act like you know, man
no man or know man is it stop or go man
go man go man go go slow man

when he saw that whole chance
never made eye contact, no glance
heart beats like dead meat on romance
sometimes it's down to zero or no chance

hey why don't that ** dance?

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

Man - You're crafty, I appreciate that in a person

-Pulls out a knife-

Other man - what's that knife for?

Man - I am going to **** you

Other man - but why?

Man - Because you're crafty

Other man - but I thought you appreciated that in a person?

Man - I do appreciate it, because I like killing

Somewhere in the waking flood
there's a cell for making good
nothing hurts like breaking could
nothing hurts like aching blood

somewhere on unspoken scars
reality stabs like a smoking dart
nothing hurts like a token part
nothing hurts like a broken heart

I just heard a kink's song in a commercial
I picture Ray Davies turning in his grave
to a dead man, any product is worthless
for a dead man, wishes can't be saved

you really got me when you ask me why
his executor chose money over belief
I picture Ray Davies with tears in his eyes
they should have let him rest in peace

My heart ached for a piece of the cake
i tried to take the whole thing, that was a mistake
it's hard to just be patient and wait
when you crave what's beyond your fate

in dire straits i face what's on my plate
what a nightmare a dream can make
i sort it out and lay it all straight
when there's nothing to give, there's nothing to take

what is reality worth
when fiction is more important
how can you wake up a mind
that chooses to be dormant

we choose to stay dry
when outside, it is storming
in the meantime, in the sky
more storm clouds are forming

in an old burlap sack
he kept his "fancy things"
remnants of a life not coming back
dead flowers and wedding rings

in his pounding chest
he could still feel the pain
sometimes the worst is for the best
sometimes a loss becomes a gain

how many tears have I wept
a salty river flowing toward death
into that water, I have leapt
treading until I am short of breath
lost my strength, there's nothing left
so you know, I did my best
sinking down into the depths
my body finally comes to rest

believe me, I hate to say
I just dont love her anymore
even though she has her ways
she doesn't look as good as before

I used to see her like a dream
in my mind she could do no wrong
sometimes dreams aren't what they seem
sometimes waking up takes so long

new car, new house, a million bucks
I don't really care about those things
I like a dirt road and a beat up truck
I like swimming in mountain springs

I have no dreams of getting rich
I don't care about a million dollars
I like the view while I sit on a ridge
I like having fun in the holler

(I'm sorry)

Jack and Jill went up the hill, to fetch a pail of beer
jill got drunk and ran off with the closest guy near
jack got mad, grabbed a gun, and headed toward the door
caught that **** at the car and killed that little *****

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hickory dickory dock
I'm in a race against the clock
my life's no fun
i'm on the run
hickory dickory dock

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little jack Horner sat in the corner
eating his Christmas pie
"is this all I get"? "this pie tastes like ****"
and he wished his mom and dad would die

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rainbows end

I have been to rainbows end
that's where I met a little friend
now my story can be told
a leprechaun stole my *** of gold

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sailor's delight

he sat sail on wavy seas
without a worry, red skies at night
there was more than just a breeze
and no other vessels were in sight

blown out to sea, he grabbed his radio
his mayday was answered with words to confuse
there's a hurricane on its way you know
didnt you even watch the news?

his trip went from bad to worse
he broke the hull and cracked his mast
as he sank, he spit and cursed
sailors delight my ***!

Disgraceful days dictating the life
life began by dreaming dark dreams
dreams of meaningless mindless measures
measures of my truly terrible time
time is the sand silently slipping
slipping into a hateful hollow hole
hole of my earthly existing eternity
eternity spent digging damaging dirt
dirt covering forbidden famished flesh
flesh that covers shallow subtle sickness
sickness within the outer oblivious object
object of turbulent triumphant turmoil

I have a strong intention
intending to break through all convention
conventional ways end up as my contention
contending with obstacles of my invention

i have a bad disposition
disposing of all the worthless tradition
traditional ways put us in this condition
conditional waves of bad transmission

i have a new destination
destined to try a brand new adaptation
adapting just isn't my contemplation
contemplating a different creation

dependent on the chemicals, not natural
naturally your feelings will change
enhancement for dis-enchantment
of course, then this world feels strange

written on a piece of paper
we scribble out feelings and turn the page
we forget just what's at stake here
we seek chemicals to calm our rage

oh Lord, i've searched for so long
i can't find no inner peace
i am trying my best to be strong
the same fight and the same beast

oh Lord, i am losing the fight
i have fallen to my knees
tell me that it will be alright
oh Lord help me please

oh Lord, can you hear me pray?
can't we reach some compromise?
i'll do my best to do good every day
you bring hope back to my eyes

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

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

I will say it and type it 100 times a day

Only the signal from the brain makes us sick or well. Our perception puts effectors into action and creates enzymes and other chemicals to **** germs or literally make us sick. This covid is all over the internet again. Disease and sickness are manufactured by the mind, just as it manufactures dopamine and other chemicals that make us feel better. If you tell a child cancer runs in the family, then that child will probably get cancer if they believe it. For leaders not to tell the truth, it shows the AMA and big pharma are calling the shots.

One man sleeps while the other man awakes
one man does what ever it takes
one man eats ramen noodles, one man eats steak
one man is what another man makes

One man sleeps while the other man awakes
one man does what ever it takes
one man eats ramen noodles, one man eats steak
one man is what another man breaks

One man sleeps while the other man awakes
one man does what ever it takes
one man eats ramen noodles, one man eats steak
one man is what another man fakes

one more glass of wine
just to get past the passing time
I am first to be the last in line
I fill up this glass of mine

watch your step
one move loses
stay away from who the move chooses
beyond the skin
there's truth to the bruises
behind the mask of the one who uses

i am not a politically correct person
sometimes i call gay people "****" or  "*****"
not to hurt anyone's feelings
but
because that's how i was raised

history has turned into a blame game

one page forward, two pages back
you say one thing, then change the fact
once a victim, now on the attack
now i don't even know how to act

to be honest
i feel uncomfortable around large groups of black people
not because i misunderstand them
but
because they misunderstand me

history has turned into a blame game

one page forward, two pages back
you say one thing, then change the fact
once a victim, now on the attack
now i don't even know how to act

we always speak of forgiveness
does it really exist?
we say we forgive each other
then we make a fist

i could say i'm sorry
one hundred million times
but the stain still remains
inside of our minds

maybe up in heaven
is the only place it lives
we can try with all our might
but only God forgives

she was telling me about someone who died
I just couldn't wrap my head around it
it never made any peace in my mind
peace, only the dead have found it

life is just an open casket
death will never let us hide
we take turns walking past it
veil of black, someone died

time is only here for now
tomorrow, we might be gone
we keep going on somehow
hoping not to be the next one

life is just an open casket
death will never let us hide
there's no way to outlast it
sooner or later, you're inside

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

the mighty buffaloes still roam these plains
not in a natural way, but one controlled by man
whatever is offensive, we just change the names
whenever it's necessary, we change the genetic plan

life is so perfect on these hallowed grounds
not in a lasting way, but in the way we choose
whatever sounds inconvenient, we change the way it sounds
whenever we're dead and gone, our children pay our dues