The slaves
The powers that be
They were angered

Angered by this man of Tao

Angered he wasn't sacrificing himself
Like they did
For their "almighty dollar"

Angered at his sense of humor
His calmness
And his emptiness
Oh how it bothered them

So they set out
To whisper in front of him
To mock his name
And what he stood for

It pleased them
Because they could never be
Like him

Every time
He watched
Below them
Humble

Yet seated high above
Their program

Not participating
Not trying or

And what have the doctorates learned
Their huge papers
Their pride
And arrogance

I've learned from them
How foolish
And prideful
Human beings can be

Degrade me
Debase me
Call me stupid
Or ignorant

All your intelligence
And all your pride
And all your wisdom

Won't save you
From a certain death

And when the system collapses
It won't matter
How much money you have

A doctorate starves to death
Just like a homeless ***

And any food I have
I won't give to you
I'll watch as you starve

All your wisdom
And arrogance

You thought you were so
Much better
Because you had more book knowledge

There are people smarter than you
People smarter than me

So what
So what

I have no sympathy
For you
When you starve to death

When terrible times come

Life is infinite
And meaningless
Absurd

I prayed for a female friend
I spent alot of time in the gym
Never got the body I wanted

It could always be worse
I tell myself that

And one day
It will be worse

When society collapses

You can apply
For reading "privileges"
At the Huntington library

If you are
Academic faculty
A research librarian
Or Phd candidate

If you are
An average citizen
Who enjoys reading

Don't bother

Stupid people
Have to announce
Everything they think
Or do

As if anyone cares

It's either
"I'm going to walk the dogs"

"There's food out here"

Silence!

Happy Birthday to me
31 years today

No one to hug or love
And I guess that
Will have to be okay

Walking off
On some mountain trail

The world is just so big
So far away
Far away
Far away from you

And it's a shame
Because just one
Small hug would do

No one to meet
No one to hug
And so I walk alone

And so I write these poems

Planet earth bores me
And the whole life
Experience too

Just keep on keeping on
That's all I am
Left to do

I wish for my birthday
A woman here
Would say, "I love you"

When you live your life
Alone

It is not that great

Human life
Kind of ****** in a way

I'm thankful though
On this day

And no
I will not work 40 hours
A week

I will not leave this home

If I had friends
It would make me feel
More content overall

Still Waiting
For my female friend

It was a simple request
And a simple prayer

A loving, pretty
And caring female friend

I don't know how many years
I am going to have to wait

This isn't something
I can "make happen"

Sure, it's a selfish prayer

I prayer for others too

I'm not some **** saint
Okay!

Get me my female friend Jesus

Jesus is not a genie I suppose

I don't know any women
I can't meet any women

Maybe one day

If not
I'll be fine

She is an idiot
She repeats the same things
At the same times

Does the same things
At the same times

Never contributed to society

This is just to say
You are an idiot

A complete
And total
Useless Idiot

I'm happy
And healthy
And a loving guy too

And with my *****
I would like
To pleasure you

I want to love a woman
And it's so sad

I might be one
Of the kindest guys
Earth ever had

I hope to find
My female friend

Asdasdas

At such and such
We believe
"Tomorrow is today"

Today is today
Tomorrow is tomorrow

Let the world
Take care of itself

The sage stays behind

All this rushing around
For what
For what?

We all age
We all die one day

And it is just another Saturday
Alone in my room

And I am almost 31

Was it nice
To work
Five days this week?

Someone was asked me
Well, the amount of days
Doesn't matter much to me

Sometimes
When the clock strikes three
I would rather be
Sitting underneath a tree

A few days of work
Each week is fine with me

But anything more
It becomes a bore
Perhaps even a bit of a chore

Five days a week
Is fine sometimes

But I'll definitely never
Ever work full time

Someone said I had
To work forty hours a week

There is no pinnacle
No Peak

Calm and still
Like the valleys below
One day you may learn
The universal flow

It's an empty world it seems

Kind and loving women
Are in my dreams

Tired Of This Program
Nothing Is Ever Real

I have to go to
The job site
5 days this week

What a ****** deal

Ugly and alone
And nobody cares

Perhaps I'd jump off a mountain
Over a dare

This planet is a bore
And stupid too

I like Ovaltine
How about you

The only thing I know
Is that I don't know

The individual
Exists as part of
An organic system

Some people want
To be strong
Others smart

I don't know
What I want

Almost 31 years
I expect some big
Catastrophe to come

Hopefully I will
Have enough money
To buy another pair
Of glasses by then

I really don't know
What to do with myself
Or what to think
Of human existence

There is always more
Of this place
Whatever it is

Always more
Of this life experience

*** bores me
Some good feeling
I guess
Then it ends

Well, I've never
Had *** actually

Eat, sleep
Then eat again

Really kind of a lame planet
Sure, there are beautiful things
I don't know

I guess having a female friend
Would make life enjoyable

But I suppose
I'll never get one of those

It's 6 am, It's 6 pm
Both the same
The day
As same as the night

Nothing ever
Happens here
And I find it

Quite idiotic
And quite queer

I was am just a brain
Floating in space
I ate some humus
Would you like a taste?

Come on Jesus!
We're tired of waiting
And we aren't going to wait
Another 2,000 years!

That amount of time
May just be a couple
Of weeks to the Father

But to human beings
Its a long **** time

And all the saints
They waited and waited

They cried and prayed

We're tired of waiting!

And I'm no **** saint!
So hurry up!

Let Judgement day come

And I want my female friend!

I'm making demands
And I'm shouting commands

Because I'm tired
Of being alone

Another stupid day

Most everything
Is predetermined

And I live on a computer
And this matrix is stupid

I want a female friend
That would be fun
And add something

To this miserable existence

Earth *****
I'm tired

Tired of being alone
And so I write this poem

I dream about a woman
Who wants to give me a hug

I dream of a woman
Who wants to show me love

Maybe it is just a fantasy
Dreams like that never
Come true for me

A bowl of berries
Mixed with greek yogurt too

This breakfast
Is really good for you

Happy Friday
The email was signed

How is today
Any different than
Monday?

It's not

There is no
Fun party

Or girlfriend

Or anything different
About today

Just another day

Thankful to live in America
While it is still safe
And peaceful

One day it may not be

Well
Happy Friday
Or whatever

I'll be in my room alone again
Watching my show

Oh well
I suppose life
Is just a ****** deal

I was supposed to choose
A program
They call it a "life"

I decided not to choose
Any of the life programs
That were offered to me

But to create my own

Recording
Recording

My brain is always recording

A world that is both infinite
And mostly meaningless

Forget a full-time career
Forget money

I envision
A terrible time
On its way for America

I am not a good enough
Survivalist
They want you to be dependent

I don't have all the things
I need to survive

Sitting here in my car
Waiting for the taxpayer
To leave from his lunch break

Day
The same as night

Nothing leads to nothing
Leads to nothing
Leads to nothing

She said,
"I don't know you"

I told her my name

There
Now she "knows me"

She knows my name
I suppose

And even if we spent
A few hours a day
Talking-- she would
Never know me

What's Physical Intimacy?
I would not know

And after a long time
Spent alone

I have decided to remove myself
What is it called?
Prajakta Buddha?

Gone gone
Into the great beyond
And it is fulfilling

I enjoy it
Being alone
The silence

And I don't care
At all

If it's not what
Other people want for me

I like being this way

Turns out it is all the same
I'm not interested
In the money game

Full time "work"
What a bore

I have found
Less is more

Nothing to see here
It's just the same

Summer sun
Fall rain

Where have all
The people gone?

Life alone
Seems somewhat wrong

Another day
I spent alone

I decided to
Write this poem

It's plain to see
Human life is
A long and boring movie

Yes I am a ******
Almost 31 years old
And I hope to find a mistress

And learn to do
As I am told

I will polish her heels
And clean her kitchen floor

Bend over for a spanking

And even beg for more

Her way
Or the highway

Mistress rules the day

I eat my baby carrots

And my black blanket
Is so soft and warm too

I don't think much
Of the "adult life"

And loving money
Is not good for you

So I'll chew
These little carrots

And listen to the parrots
Squawking underneath
A winter sun

Isn't life full of emptiness
And isn't it fun

I don't want to
And I won't
Because I can

You ask why?
I ask why not

And you can't
Come up
With an answer
Can you man?

Ever since the
Age of four
I'm doing what I do

Don't let me bother
Or frustrate you

Truly an individual
Unique and mostly
All alone

I sit at my computer
Listening to the
History of the Middle East
Documentaries

And writing this **** poem

Hehe

I don't know
What to do
With the day

It's spent alone
Listening to podcasts
Working out at the gym

I'll hit some golf *****
At a driving range
I have a good swing

Maybe I'll go on a hike
Tomorrow

In heaven
I dream of loving women
Who will want
To hold me

And I will breast feed
From them
Their warm milk
Nourishing me

They will comfort me
And I will explain
How I was lonely on earth

Sure I'm embarrassed
By looking
At pornographic images

What was I supposed to do?
I never knew any women

I showed my old therapist
This song called
"Lover of the light"

About a blind man
Who ran to see
The sunrise

I don't know
If she fully understood

Probably not
And neither can I

But I know what
It's like to be alone

All I have is nature

I'm not married like her

Well I suppose I won't meet
A female friend
If not, that's fine

I remember this
Russian soldier
How she waved the flags

A guard at Berlin
Color footage

How she smiled
I think it might be the
Most beautiful thing

I have ever seen

Appear here
Reappear there

No work is done
I am not seeking fame

Or claiming credit

When the end comes
For America

I'll be standing on some
Trail somewhere

And in those final hours
I'll dream of meeting
A kind and caring woman

And if she does not come

So be it I suppose
I'll sit on a stump
And eat my granola bar

Somewhere secluded
The cool mountain air
Feels wonderful

The Ataman of the Cossacks
Or the "Father of the horsemen"
I imagine him to be a good man
Proud of his heritage
And leader of his people

The wealthier Cossacks
Fought for the White army
Some of the poorer ones
Fought for the Red army

During the Russian Civil War
Their territory was divided up
They were viewed
As a potential threat
To the new regime

During 1919 and 1920
The Bolshevik regime
Killed of deported
300,000 to 500.000 Cossacks

During World War II
Most fought for the Soviet Union

While others sought to
Settle old scores
By collaborating with the Germans

Some people
Are just annoying

Stop asking "How I am doing"

No one ever knows how

Why ask the same question
When the answer
Is always the same

Some people
Are very obnoxious

Waiting for something
But nothing is coming

And I'm all alone
Again

On my Ipad
It's 2016

And I am alone
On a Friday night again

At least I have
Documentaries
And podcasts

I got a paycheck
Hooray

Now I can buy a few
Little things today

Perhaps a protein bar
And a green tree
For my car

Lol

Adasdsa

Born with
An ugly body

Nothing I can do

12 turns to 1
And then to 2

There is no will
The emptiness is here!

A world full of nothing
And I find it quite queer

A part time worker
An early morning jerker

If I am ever kicked out
Of here

I will live at the park

And I can tell you
I'm a bit of a ***

And isn't it fun
Being so lazy
Lying in the sun

That guy
Chased some
Invisible dream

A lifetime
Sitting in an office
What misery it seems!

I do as I want
I do not care

God will not fix
My body
So there

I'll have things
My way
Each and every day

Just a body
That lays about

I want to scream
I want to shout

Loving women
Where are you???

They are nowhere near me
I should get a clue

Destined it seems
To live life alone

And so I write
This misery poem

One day
The end will come

And I won't be sad
At all

I'll just sit on
The top
Of the mountain

Completely
And utterly alone

Looks like
I never made it
Out of the glass box

Never met
My female friend

All the days
I was on the earth
I was dying

They announced it
Was the end
Of the world

Who cares

After spending
So much time alone

I just didn't care

I decided I was
Going to do
The minimum

Work a part time job
And spend more time alone

No where to go
Nothing to do

No female friend
To hug
Or care for

All a stupid
Stupid dream

And so I dug a small hole
In the ground

And I sang this song

"Nobody likes me
Everybody hates me
I think I'll eat some worms
Fat ones skinny ones...."

It never mattered how much
I worked out
Or how intelligent I was
Or my many varied interests
And hobbies

There was never a female friend
And all the prayers
To meet one
Were never answered
Because Jesus doesn't care
About some of the things
I want

So I just sat on in the park
On a yoga mat

My Last Date
Was some
Seven Years ago

I am almost
A thirty-one
Year old ******

I am listening to
A podcast
On the divine right of kings

Need to get ready
For the coming war

Can't get the things I need
Because I'm poor

I'd ask mom for money
And she'd ask what for?

I'd tell her
It's because
Of human beings mom

They've done it before

Need a shovel
To dig real deep

Hide inside
Won't hear a peep

Look at the scream
And look at them run

DARPA drones are deadly
And not much fun

I know America has done
Many wicked things
In the past

But my Syrian neighbors
Are good people
Have to make the canned food last

We'll have to
Pull together
You and me

These good and decent people
Lovers of Liberty

The global masters
Aren't like
You and me

No shred of human decency
They'll tell you to March
To the beat of their drums

And that 1+1=3

Some type of spiritual battle
On this earth

Many people agree with me
For what it's worth

No food at the supermarket
No food in town
Don't look now
Everything is shut down

They will ration gas too

You never thought
You would see it
In the land
Of the red white and blue

Baltic Dry Index
As low as it's ever been
Seems like the global economy
Is on a downward spin

Chinese ships empty
Going broke
Not enough cargo to ship
It's no joke

Dow Jones is way down too

Without water
We are *******

The rich have other locations
Secret hideaways

My family just has our faith
In what may be
The end of days

We're a kind and decent people
Don't you know

Welcome to earth
Welcome to the show

It matters what you do here
I sure hope
I can persevere

He said he would be with us
Until end of days
King of Kings
Be not afraid

Hidden deeds in darkness
Will be brought to the light

Sometimes life's so hard!
But you'll be alright

Everything is A-Okay
We all have our part to play

They plan a global government
Apartments stacked high
Citizens monitored every minute
Don't ask why

There is He
Faithful and True
On a white horse
Riding through the sky

Got My Wrigley Gum
Still in the wrapper

I picked it off
Of the gym floor

Fresh and juicy
Couldn't ask
For much more

You know
I looked at the pineapple
In the cup

In the refrigerator

And thought I'm like
The pineapple
In a way

Not being able
To see outside
Of the cup

I live on some type
Of simulation

You don't do anything
Inside a simulation

It spins and spins
Rotating around the sun

Isn't it strange
And isn't it fun

I just pleasured myself
And had a c

There Was A Good Guy
Who wanted to laugh
Who wanted to spend time
With people

Who wanted to have fun

Who wanted his life
Not to be so sad

And maybe he felt
A bit akward with his body
Or a bit out of place
In this world

He saw a therapist once
Who listened and left

I'm ready
For new experiences
But they never come

I watch funny comedies
Better to laugh
Than to sob

The afterlife must be nice
Or simply not to exist at all
Some may think that will happen
But I can't

That's what I'm doing here
Here and now
Not existing at all

Shut up in my room
Like Emily Dickinson

And there's always more
More of the body
I don't much care for

More time alone

More IPad hours
There is always more
Of the same

I'm grateful to the people
That comment on my poems

I really am grateful

Just one big empty world
Full of emptiness

Like some meaningless
Computer

Do I exist at all?
No, not really

I get my sense of self
From relationships
And human interaction

Okay Jesus guy
I'm waiting for you
To answer my prayers
About the loving female?

Oh that's right
You don't really answer prayers
For good genuine people
Like me

I've carried my cross
Just like any other soul here

I can ask kindly
Or in a more demanding tone

Doing the same thing
Over and over
And expecting different results

Was it Freusd who said
That was the definition
Of insanity?

Poor Matt
Poor Lonely Matt
Behind the Glass Walls

There is the world
And there is me
Behind the glass walls

Trying to make a connection
To something real
To something genuine

Tomorrow will I
Scale the heights
Of the mountain

I don't know
Perhaps I will
In the cold snow

Just wanted to lie down
With a woman to hug

There are something like 3 billion
Women on this planet
And I can't find or get one
Single one
By chance or circumstance
Just to hug and to hold

One day the world will end
They'll drop the bomb
The A-bomb
Crying and screaming
Can be heard throughout
The land

I lived some life
Close to the source
Of all life

Wandering in the mountains
I didn't meet my friend
Like I was supposed to

All I had was the hope
I'd meet someone

Why do I feel akward
In this body

Am I just a thinking brain
Just a brain?

I want to know people
I want to share laughter
Like the Buddhist monks
Of Tibet or Nepal

Like the Samoans
Or Scilians

Like the Portugese
Or Polish

You know what people do
Have dinners together
And relationships
And friendships

It's not just a fantasy
People do that
In other cultures

They love each other
They spend time with each other
They hug each other

Where is my hug

I face the sun
Waiting for the hug
That never comes...

I hate you!

I screamed at Dustin Hoffman
As he sat with Elaine
On the back of the bus

At the end of The Graduate

I was angry because he found
Something real

Something fulfilling
And someone
Who cared about him

All I have is an IPad
And another day alone!

It was the principle
Of the matter

I went down to the gas station
To put air in the tires

Turns out I didn't need any

And the pressure was fine

It was just my imagination

Well, I asked the attendant
To turn the pump on

He asked if it was on yet

I said no and put in a quarter
He told me I didn't need
To put money in the machine

Well, it was the principle
Of the matter

He turned the machine on

And I didn't put the rest
Of the money in
Since he said he would
Turn the machine
On for me

But I was glad
I put twenty five cents in
It was the principle
Of the matter
After all

I want to get
A bumper sticker
That reads

Adult Breastfeeding

Yes, your wife's milk
Is good for you!

Lol

Half past noon
In the month of June
He discovered a *****

In her room

It made his wife's
Flower bloom

Solid and strong
It stood seven inches long

Yes this is
The ***** song

My idea of making
A connection

With people
Is watching a movie
Where people
Have relationships

Well
I'm poor

I don't know.....
I'm too introverted?

Too this
Not enough that

I really am a very kind person
And good too

And I'll spend Saturday night
Watching a movie

Because this is my life
I guess?

Lol
And the football game
Is on
In the living room

And this is my American life

To the people that are lonely
I know how you feel
I send my hugs and love to you

Message me if you wanna
Chat sometime

Have a good night everyone