Written: 9/22/2025

If you declare the Heavenly Father's glory with your waking breath;
as the greatest on high! For every morning?
Then you'll gain His knowledge and wisdom.
But, on the despondent day: Tuesday, I fall
into the hours of temptation.
Even after my own private declaration.
Then I remember how millions blame God for this and that.
Is the 'invisible hand' keeping you down?
Or do I believe that us pawns allow our own removals.
They fall below the separators into steel and chaos
where the leprosy grows lower than the walls.
Capricornus the laughing god pulls the strings of those who
bang against the flaming panels of poverty
and believe this life is a carnival of flailing body parts.
Life is a circus but not a joke.
Entertainment and the world’s valor blinds.
The lovely act of repentance is shared
And we climb out while cutting the strings off.
With red beating eyes we dust off for the next day
And watch from a far Capricorn to instill his
Power, supply and demand.

Written: 6/21/2025

Sent as an emerging
after thought to work
the community pool.
Sent to the pool park
where 4 cartel kids
we're executed by
4 high school classmates.
I walk and was told by
a mother that there's
a needle lying on the
edge of the walkway.
I walk behind the pool
area and see the dimly
lit tweakers out on the
grass with
fentanyl aluminum foil
syringes laying in the
tan bark at the
playground.
Considered walking up
and punching the bald
tweaker in the face
when I see the kids
swimming past the fence.
But what would that change?
As I walked back to
the front I thought on
how the world is satan's
realm and
there isn't much I can
do to change that.

Comedy poem
Written: 6/23/2024
For the private poetry reading LP: British Honduras

The kids, my teachers and the media said it was cool.
Megan tha stallion told me to live my truth when I got VIP tickets
To the “Dance on Moloch’s giant shaft tour”.
Dr. Lapson said he’d do my *** change operation for a discount
Because he said more teenagers like me need to get more Brave!
The moment I saw 2 lesbians making out
On the movie screen during ‘Elementals’ I knew this
Was my life’s destiny.
Mommy told me to tell the judge and the jury that
Daddy is an evil man.
Dad laid down straight religious discipline in our household.
He made me and my younger brother go to private catholic school
For boys.
Mommy pretended to ground me after I came out as trans.
Daddy is in jail now because the judge threw the gavel at him
And now he has to register in a way where he’ll never
Work a legitimate job again.
Daddy, your a hateful bigot and for how to made
Mommy feel I hope you are forced to swallow a caltrop.
I’m gonna ask my youtube crush Idubbz on a poly-date
After mommy takes me and sister to our first drag race
Story hour.
Daddy said the talmudic jews are engineering society and us kids.
Mommy teaches us he’s a bitter ******* because his
NBA career never took off.
They called him the white Prime Derrick Rose and he
Tore his ACL.
I hate you dad, I hate all chauvinist men and we all gotta
Get together in washington DC and get **** trump outta office!
Mom only grounded me cuz she was scared but
Now that i’m an elder at 13 in the LGBT army I will fear
No conservative!
Dead men can’t ****.

(written for the midnight never-to-be-published collection)

Written: July/10/2025

I walk in loneliness, the song of my brothers;
like I'm moving in quicksand to get to my camaro.
Over my head throughout my days here in New Mexico
feels like a gigantic black thumb pressed down by a black god.

The chicken and greens dinner couldn't go down.
I was disgusted and stressed with this new dead city;
living destitute, got up and went to bed
hoping that this prison sentence will one day end.

I laid my hand down on her shoulder:
She tried consulting me minutes before but
only prayer alleviated the demonic presence then
I got my relief and went back to a stable mind.

The smell of holy chrysanthemum did this prayer effectively.
My love & I became one again, as James Ch:5 Vs:16 shows,
the dead of night wasn't so dark and I can't thank myself. The
Holy Ghost works with His against the gates that will not prevail.

Written: 7/7/2025

When I was 5 one morning I walked onto the
apartment porch with fake grass,
there was a red shriveled baby bird.
It laid on the plastic k-mart table chirping.
Had no idea how it got there.
Walked inside to tell my mom who was in the living room
next to the big fish tank filled with the dead dollar store
gold fish.
"There's a bird on the table!" I yelled.
She walked out and saw it.
She picked it up with a cloth and took it inside.
I watched her feed it milk from the fridge with a spoon.
Throughout the day we took care of that baby bird
the mother either rejected or lost.
Mom would hold it in the cloth like she was holding my baby brother.
We took turns walking up to it to make sure it was breathing.
When my father got home I was wrapped in anxiety.
He was yelling and angry which was nightly,
every time he came home from work he would be yelling and cussing.
He went to the grocery store and we ate disgusting food he could hardly afford.
He was yelling at my mom as I snuck a peek from my room door about how that ******* thing can't stay inside.
"It's gonna keep me up all night!"
So my mother put the bird back outside on the plastic white table.
Dad watched t.v. and I breathed quietly then after an hour or so everyone went to bed.
Didn't have to get ready for school due to it being summer break.
Walked to the porch and when swinging the door opened
the bird was dead.
My father is a good man and I have a good relationship with him 30 years after this.
I learned later on he was struggling to stay sober and provide for us working 3 jobs
but at the time all I saw is that because he was inconvenienced
something innocent had to die.
I do love my father now but this was one of the catalysts
to not trusting or wanting to be near him for the
next 25 after.