I envy robots
Because they feel no pain.
No aching thoughts
to drive them insane.

No bad days to
Ruin their weeks,
No salty tears
To rust their cheeks.

Though we do have thing,
that I must say:
Love,
That will drive the pain away.

I look into your eyes
And the warmth of your love fills me,
The glowing heat of
Your angelic beauty.

I touch your skin
And am unable to breathe.
You've stolen the air from my lungs,
My heart stands still within me.

And when I kiss your perfect lips
Time stands still.
Warmth comes over me,
And at the same time, chills.

You take me to a place
Where only you and I exist,
A place of love and
Eternal bliss.

You know I'm terrible with goodbyes,
And I know you deserve one better than this.
But you know me,
Always better with words
than with actions.

It was my way with words
That made you put up with me,
Made you look far enough
Beyond my flaws that you saw someone
Worth the trouble,

Worth all of the heartache and
The frustration.
Someone I fail to see, myself.
Someone I fail to be.

You gave your heart to
Joseph the poet,
Only to have it broken by
Joe the *******.

The same lost cause that
You once saw hope in.
The same who continues to
Disappoint.

I only wish that my goodbye will
Be in such fashion,
So that I may never again disappoint
A love better than I deserve.

What is a family room, anyway?
Repetition, resulting from daily life.
Tedium bringing us together
Like household traditions;

Family prayers around a broken table,
Hollow conversations buzzing like Tv static,
White noise in the background.

The family room is purgatory.

Mundane talk of petty lives
During commercial breaks.
When interaction is obligatory,
What distinguishes us from the furniture?

Gathering dust as we sit
Merely existing together,
We are the portrait on the wall;
Artificial.

O America, wake up from your dream.
Your top of the hill
Perception.
I plead, awake.

Awaken from your false beliefs, your
Warped view of the world.
Believing it is yours to buy and
Consume, while others starve.

O America, I see your shadow,
Cast over your deprived. A desperate
Attempt to hide the desperate,
The lost and the depraved.

The waste of your creation,
Left to wallow in the filth of
Your existence. The broken
Pieces of your people. Invisible
to your people.

O America, I see your wretched youth.
Apathetic and sadistic, desensitized by
Your lifestyle.  Enslaved by your media
to buy any which way.

Your whorish children, your joke of a generation.
Raised like cattle in shameful schools, reared in
Broken homes. Self destructive and stupid.

O America, turn off your television prophets,
Preaching their gospel of guilt in exchange for
Credit card numbers. Bastardizing science
And teaching bigotry.

Protesting human rights and feeding fallacies,
Indoctrinating children with fearful remorse.
Extorting their sheep to build their steeples,
Making sin out of human nature.

O America, I pray,
Wake up from your nightmare.
Before you collapse upon yourself, before
You're swallowed by your unfeedable mouth.

Arise, before you die. Cut the strings that
Manipulate you like a puppet. Reject society,
The cultural cancer.
O state of damnation, awake.