In modern days
People look for ways
To make easy plays
So they start to sway
To the thoughtless haze

An American election
Made a crazy selection
A reality show contestant
With a raging *******
When he goes to Saudi Arabia
To grab women by the *****

Capitalizing on stupidity
And a lack of lucidity
Mixing with rigidity
Stealing a nation’s divinity
Making them see frigidly
Not how they saw originally
He claims to be a savior
Of a different flavor
Of businessman labor
But he’s just another slaver
Money trader
Power craver

The imbecile scarecrow
That’s our missile pharaoh
Thinks he’s a pistolero
Because of the phalanx
Of failed banks
And trailing tanks
Covering his flanks

Cutting taxes for the rich
Putting us in a deficit ditch
Not allowing refugees to switch
Making a nuclear proliferation pitch
The military industrial complex
Gives his presidency context
And banks
Give thanks

I’m anxious
The bank just
Outranked us
He proclaims plus
While people go bust
For rich man’s lust
Then hot button issues
Are politically misused
To maintain lit feuds
Avoiding snakebit clues
He’s leading us to lose

I hope he can spare me
His selective austerity
When he’s ferally caroling
For defense share holding
Contractors who’re molding
Policy that will be folding
The same people scolding
Any disagreement noting
To deny clarity coding

He has a negative mentality
Of manipulative speciality
That tricks his dense
Constituents
Who say when it comes to business
That he’s shown mental fitness
But when it comes to diplomacy
Even the dullest see
He’s unfit to lead
So foreign agents take advantage
Of his naive damage

He praises the dictator of North Korea
But treats Canada and China like gonorrhea
Starting a trade war
That made more
Bankrupt stores
While human rights
Elude his sight
He doesn’t mourn or miss
The murdered journalist
He envies Saudi fists
That can quiet lips
For listening he skips
So the world is split
From words he spits
Causing tantric fits
That can’t be fixed
By medical kits

His juvenile military obsession
Leads to heightened global aggression
Like he’s teaching a noble lesson
Yet his own sins don’t see confession
He doesn’t ride a steed
Of humble needs
But unfolds greed
While victims bleed
So his petulant breed
Can excessively feed
But they’re not brothers
They hate each other
Everyone he hires
He eventually fires
Almost the entire
Cabinet expired

He’s an oblong
Sad song
Bad dog
Mad hog
And a ding ****
The size of King Kong
Because he’s so singsong
While he brings bombs

He’s the glorious leader
Of progress impeders
And country defeaters
Who are delighting
At everyone fighting
God will be smiting
Those that are biting
To keep us from uniting

Compulsion for motion overgrown
I experienced an ocean overload
After my warm emotions overflowed
And I was caught in their undertow
I thought of the spiel
Telling you how I feel
And how eyes of steel
Could rebuke the deal

That night I slept
And nightmare wept
As my conscience crept
From the depths

A group of faceless tourists and I
Saw a building shooting into the sky
I have no idea why
We decided to climb
I’m afraid to go high
But my compulsory mind
Determines the storyline

Going up flights
Afraid of heights
Where vertigo sights
Make me turn white
I feel the building swaying
But everyone else is staying
So I’m afraid of relaying
The reasons I’m praying

Tired of my doubting
The others went on without me
Because I am grasping the floor
Terrified to my core
Clinging the patterned rug
Wishing to be safe and snug
For at this humbling height
The building moves with might
Like a Kraken kite
There’s no way to fight
My high strung plight
Of skyscraper fright

Attempting to relieve me
An elevator retrieves me
As I lie there wheezing
I go to the ceiling
With the queasy feeling
That my brain is peeling
In need of grounded healing

The doors open to a staircase
Leading up to the scare place
I must dare to face
To bear the race
Of an empty chase
To witness beauty
That never knew me
Before it’s erased

My appropriate apprehension
Was all I would mention
Creating tension
With the others already there
I told them I wouldn’t dare
They said no fair
And grow a pair
But I didn’t care
I escaped the lair
Going back to floor level
Completely disheveled
Knowing if I’d been divinely dutiful
I could’ve seen something beautiful

I didn’t finish the job
So my vision is flawed
That my mission from God
Will leave me carelessly clawed

When I awoke I began a lonely cry
At my dream version of Vanilla Sky
Telling me I don’t try
Like a feeble admission
Of my fetal position
I use to hide from light
Creating a phobia night
Trying to match your height

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I thought I had moved on from
your love, but as I stood here
outside of my home watching
the landscape rewind and fast
forward inside my blinded eyes,
I could breathe in the heavy bulging
beats hanging in time, colliding worlds
lost in falling shadows, sunken stardust
galaxies melting away underneath
moon washed dreams.  I could hear
the slow whispers in the damaged trees,
slashed rhythms below shivering branches,
sunburnt hues drunken inside, while I
embraced the unending metaphors
snapping and shattering my soul into
stabbed vowels, ice-cold designs
disintegrating in scarlet starved scrambled
designs.  I could see the trigger flamed
crimson rivers inside my veins, earthquake
vibrating chaos pounding my frame into
accelerating extremes, trembling highs,
blood raging skies dying without reason,
as my chilled heart stood in silence.

How could a father hurt his daughter while telling her she means more to him than the world? How can a baby be neglected by his mother?! How can a lover cheat with another!

At times like these it would be better to let the world stop turning, to breathe the last breath, to say the last word, to make the pain stop forever...?

A heart that hurts with every breath, a baby that stops its cries because mama isn’t coming, a love that dwindles, snuffed out, and dies.

At times like these wouldn’t it be better to end it all? If the world stop turning, if pain stopped hurting?!

A little girl grows up to resent her farther, a baby boy grows apart from a world he feels he isn’t a part of, a family is torn apart.

At times like these wouldn’t it be easier for the world to stop turning, easier to breath the last breath, to say the last word, wouldn’t it be easier for it all to be over?!

A women who is strong for herself and others, a family grows closer, stronger than ever before, a boy who knows the harsh truth about this world he lives in.

So it is asked again would pain stop hurting if the world stopped turning?

|♀︎|               The id (Latin for "it",German: Es)                     |☉|
                    is the disorganized part of the personality
                    structure containing basic human ♀︎
                                instinctual drives:    ☉        
             ♀︎                Id is the only component
                     of personality that is present from birth;
     it is the source of our ****** needs, wants, desires,
    & impulses, [          |     ♀︎  ] particularly our ******, aggressive drives.
The id contains the libido, which is the primary
  source of instinctual force that is unresponsive
  to the demands of reality:
The id acts according to the "pleasure principle"
—the psychic force that motivates the tendency
                                 to seek immediate gratification of any impulse—
    defined as seeking to avoid pain
or un-pleasure  (not "displeasure") ☉♀︎  
aroused by increases in instinctual           tension | ☉ | According to Freud
      id is unconscious by definition:
                                            ♀︎♀︎♀︎♀︎
­It is the dark,          supposedly                           inaccessible part of our brain; the personality,
                                 what little we know of it, we have learned
                              from our studies of dreams      and of course
                                      the construction of neurotic symptoms,
and most of that                                                      of a negative character
                                      can be described       only in direct contrast to the
                                      ego; [              ],
we approach the id with analogies: [                          ]   ♀︎
                              we call it chaos,
a cauldron            ☉♀︎         ♀︎        full of seething "excitations"
                                ...It is filled
with energy reaching it from the instincts
but has no organization,              producing a unified           collective will,
w/ only the striving                                       to bring about the satisfaction
                            of the instinctual needs to subject
                                                     to the observance  of     & compel
  obedience to
  the pleasure principle:
                                                      ­      ♀︎
  In the id:
                              ...contrary impulses exist side by side,
                                   without cancelling each other out. ...
There is nothing in the id that [             ]  could be compared with negation;
                              nothing in the id
                              which corresponds to the idea of time.

              Developmentally,                     ☉      ­                    id precedes
              (                 ), ego;
                                   i.e., the psychic apparatus begins
                                    at birth as an undifferentiated id,
         part of which then develops into the       ☉           structured ego
         Thus, the id:♀︎
                                                           ­                      ♀︎                  ♀︎    
...contains everything that is inherited,
that is present at birth, & is laid down in its constitution—
above all; therefore, the instincts,
which originate from the somatic organization,
and which find a first psychical expression here
        ☉          (in the id) in (ideal) forms unknown to "us"; [       |           ]

The mind of a newborn child is regarded
as completely "id-ridden", in the sense that it is a mass of instinctive drives and impulses and needs immediate satisfaction; ☉

The id "knows no judgments of value:
no good and evil, no morality;    ...Instinctual cathexes seeking discharge—that, in our view,             is all there is in the id."
It is regarded as "the great reservoir of libido",
the instinctive drive to create—the life instincts
               that are crucial to pleasurable survival;
               Alongside the life instincts come the death instincts—
                                       the death drive which Freud articulated
relatively late in his career (                                                                ­          ♀︎
                                                    ­       ) in "the hypothesis of a death instinct,
the task of which is to lead organic          life back into the inanimate state."
For Freud,                                               "the death instinct would thus seem
to express itself                                          —though probably only in part—
as an instinct of destruction directed against
the external world and other organisms" [Many religions use images to
                                            "represent" God in icons for art or worship]
                         The monad, an ancient symbol ♀︎
for the metaphysical Absolute.      ♀︎            Early science,
          particularly geometry and astrology and astronomy,
          connected to the divine for most medieval scholars;
         many believing there was something intrinsically ☉
           "divine" or "perfect" that could be found in circles:  ☉
                         In monotheistic thought, God is conceived   ♀︎  ☉
of as the Supreme Being and the principal object of faith:  ☉
The concept of God, as described by theologians,          ☉
commonly includes the attributes of omniscience                (all-knowing),
      ♀︎                     omnipotence (unlimited power),
                       omnipresence (present everywhere),  
       as having an eternal and necessary existence;
    Depending on one’s kind of theism,      ♀︎♀︎♀︎♀︎♀︎              ♀︎
    these attributes are used either in way of analogy, or in a literal sense as
                                   distinct properties of the God;       ♀︎♀︎♀︎
       ♀︎                         (                  )
God is most often held to be incorporeal                      (immaterial)
     In-corporeality   &       ♀︎        ☉                        corporeality of God
             are related to the conceptions of a transcendent
                     being outside nature & immanence;
                     the being in nature & the world of God,
  with positions of synthesis such as the
♀︎                 "immanent transcendence":  ♀︎                                  |       ♀︎♀︎♀︎
♀︎
Some religions describe                          ☉
                   ♀︎        ­                God without reference
to gender, while others use masculine terminology,
                    using such terms as "Him" or "Father,"
         |  and some religions (such as Judaism) |                                |
         |  attribute only a purely grammatical "gender" to God:       ♀︎
         |  through [                                ] aggression; ♀︎ Freud considered that
    "the id, the whole person, originally includes                            ♀︎
all the instinctual impulses;       the destructive                             ♀︎          
                   ♀︎                             instinct as well",                          ☉  
  ♀︎       ♀︎      as Eros or the life instincts: ♀︎♀︎♀︎♀︎♀︎  ☉  ☉  ☉  ☉♀︎
     Monad from the Greek word monos   ☉
or μονάς (from the word μόνος, which    ♀︎
means "one", "single", or "unique"),        ♀︎
             was referred to by the Greek ♀︎♀︎ ☉
philosophers as "The First", "The Seed", ♀︎
"The Essence", "The Builder",        ♀︎♀︎   ☉
"The Foundation."♀︎ They also called it   ♀︎
"Unity." Source: ☉ "Divine Proportion" ☉♀︎♀︎♀︎

As I stood outside in the pouring rain,
wheezing eyes rushing solemn rivers,
sagging eyelids plastered and slowed,
there was a deep black **** slashing
my soul, smashed bricks creeping
inside swallowed holes, a staggering
depth deepening inside my brain.
And as I embraced the strong icy winds
whipping against my face, frigid frames
floating in disgrace, misplaced, my slit
heart was in a sunken state.  There was
the scattered songs screaming across
the skyline, stained and straining, a
bad whiskey beat stale and burning,
faded and harboring, a flooded harmony
faint and drugged.  And as I gazed at the
gray fog intensifying in the shadows,
ragged ochre tanned trees throaty
and trembling, still leaves stuck in space,
I told myself I would never fall too deep
in love again.  But my heart is crying in
dead whispers, raw scorched and dwelling.
And as much as I tried to escape your love,
I found myself falling back into your tightened
grip, further beyond a darkened ocean.

Sometimes I get this sensation
as I take my bare feet
and place them
into tight enclosed shoes
to walk a cold grey
concrete path
still rigid to the shards of
   broken dreams
and promises
scattered along the middle,
the sounds of other people's footsteps
drown out my insecurities
and the
insignificance of
a person who feels small
as I try to grasp at merging
into the person full of
light and meaning
who has a spark in her eye,
     destined to do and make great changes
instead of falling into her own world
of isolation and despair
glancing around myself, wondering whether or not
I actually belong
I don't see my name on the board
with my peers
standing in the crowd,
waiting for the crosslight
to let me walk
walk with them to the other side, but
somewhere along the way
do I get lost
or am I just destined to walk
the wrong path
just so I could be with my peers
who are, of course,
the future
who will change the world
who will introduce a revelation that will change
the biased courses of humanity

but as for me

the deafening screams and words of
other people's
lives, moments, recollections
and livelihoods
cover up my hushed pathetic cries
and calls for help
as I question all that is taking place
in every which way I look
somewhere out there
a mom and her growing daughter
become closer
as my own mom falls apart on me
unknowingly ripping apart my right to establish
an identity of my own
somewhere out there
a dad can tell his children
about his life experiences
of the virtues and humility within that led to
their blessed ways of life now
as my own dad
who deserves, at least
everything the world has to give
works harder and harder every day
and every second
to continue our "blessed" ways of life now

but despite all of that

I am told No-- just focus on yourself
make sure you don't miss the crosswalk
make sure you make us proud--
but they don't see
they are what matters
when it comes to
a kid hoping to grow into a better person

there are colors;

some old and chipped
and falling apart,
on the frames of people's
subconscious
while fresh new colors shimmer
in the evening
starlight atop blue waters
just waiting to be discovered, like a
blind person experiencing sight for the first time

but how can I see the night stars
and fall in love with
the moon's beauty
when I'm too busy staring
at the sun
trying to make my way
up to the very top
running, taking jagged steps,
bent over all broken and
crawling

just hoping to be remembered

as a great sign of the times.