Icarian in nature
We rise till we burnout
The hierarchy inherits
Our uncommon wealth

Grave markers parish
In the forgetfulness of time
We are merely
Used up building blocks
As evolution unwinds

Dissolving
Our consciousness diminishes
Cascading façade
Oozing into the
Muck of wonder
Recycle bin
Take us home
Once again!

Sometimes people forget
Here you have equal respect
No short change
No Poet is that deranged
Your as whole as I
I hold all your love inside
I dream you as a queen
And I’m your partner
A simple king
Together we sing
Hear my heart love
Let it ring
In your ear
I need you to help me steer
At your feet
I am near
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Linski and Yahu
Standing at the gate
Gabriel asking them
Did you choose love or hate?

On the elevator ride down
The two laughed until they cried
Dancing in the fires
Of their xenophobic pride..

Her night
wasn’t what
I imagined…
her darkness
was dreary
void of compassion…
cold and sleepy
she held me under…
in a spell
of dreamy dread
I wandered…
restless I awoke
sweaty and soaked
her tentacle clinging
of unresolved hopes..

The beautiful day
was well under way
as I left the night behind
so I let it all go
and took to the road
following the one way sign
….

If I were to attempt to communicate
in a language I seldom engage.
Beyond the thesaurus that my puny mind retains.
Who would interpret the hesitation of my contagious intellect.
Surely you would perceive
my thought patterns are not
conducive to the stimulus.
The Muse of college grammar
scarcely entertains.
The words of a true poet are developmentally ingrained!

The more matter the merrier
My extroversion for love
Can hardly be satisfied
People, animals
Mountain, canyons
Forest and sea
Blue skies
Down to mysterious galaxies
Love is the material
That existence is made of!

These fires
burning
out of control
these fragile empathetic
artistic souls
the table set
pen sharp as a sword
the heart steady
ready for war
it's fairly clear
yet cleverly stoic
conspicuous in nature  
no way to own it

The Angel of death
Voicelessly whispered
To the Ill forgotten struggles
Of my unrestrained id
"I am here to recall your soul
So...How do you want to go!"
Perhaps...
A bullet in the head
That's what John F. Kennedy said
You can chose
The hangman's noose
When the bottom drops out
You'll be hanging lose
Chose to drown in a dream
Wake up gasping
Turning green
Oh what hell is planed for me
If we all must pay
For ***** deeds
A fire as hot as eternal death
A burning soul
Is all that's left
Old age is such a bore
You decide
Here some more
Cancer seeps
And creeps within
A mutant growth
For every sin
Radiation your only choice
Speak now your inter voice

Death is beautiful
For the righteous few
An extended dream
But not for you!

On this cold summer morning, I pull my extra cover over my hairless aging legs. The moon seems to be going through some strange end times faze.
I enjoy my coffee and dare to watch the dreadful world news, nothing seems to changes, we’re still being lied to.
Hidden bigotry in plain sight,
manufacturing a reason to strike.
When will the cold morning fade
into the restful sleep of yesterday’s
……….

Actually I don't contemplate
Who is or isn’t a real poet
Like the old cliché
You’ll already know it!

I’ve never taken poetry 101
I don’t give a ****
How some teacher says it’s done

But as far as my living loving sum
I’ll create and display my art
Until all that’s left
Is none!

In that time of our lives
When spirit seeks out truth
Let us not become the victims
Of our lazy minded youth

But rather be thorough
And do this on your own
Check behind each parable
Cleverly crafted, carved in stone

Beware the Old Wives Fables
Let the pictorial language paint
The kingdoms of the garden
Full of sinners, lacking saints

Cast out into the deserts
False believers would surely die
Yet it's more than superstition
Keeping us alive
...................

Who is this woman
Not sure I ever knew
What were those reasons
I was dragged into

What was I looking for
What did I need
Everyone is broken
Broken like me

I represent myself only
A simple thought
And I can
Recall lonely...

I wish I were
A man of might
I would protect
****** tight
Keep it pure
Fertile seed
I am but
A bad disease
I wish I were
A chimpanzee
I would swing
In every tree
Limb to limb
Between knees
Catch a whiff
Lumbar cheese
What I really mean
I wish I were
Something else
I get bored
With myself
Traveling alone
Living the life
This time around
Without wife
I wish I were
A man of might!

I waited beyond logic
Until I deemed myself a fool
I swallowed all her *******
Obeyed all her rules
I feared no turning back
So long I lived in dread
But one day I woke up
And kicked her out of bed!

A quarter second to midnight
yet we’re still here..

I don’t believe,
I’m sure this world is pure..

The end is not up to them,
the one percent of rich human…

Too rich to care at all..
Waiting for this world to fall.

Greater powers exist
The universe will resist.

Summer comes and messes lay
I’m getting old and I’m getting gray.
I think I’ll take my time and pick up this mess
then go do my chores
But first some rest …

And so it came to pass
And now it’s far behind
Just another overreaching
Paradigm
Soon a new one will come
With new solutions
And new problems

Our goals out weigh
Our final resolves
And so we struggle
To finally evolve

Keep your attention on the stage
everyone's an actor in a play,
each mask a separate scene
every sleeper has a dream.

Roles are gifted to the blessed
There is no one that god love less
Those of us who’s hell unfolds
We simply play and then we go…

Perhaps we all could merge
before the waking
before the purge
these are not just poetic words!

Love is open arms
in the spotlight of source
We are the stars of our own shows
The leading actors of course!

Being
high on a hill
don't make us divine.
Looking down
the spirit goes blind.
Say what you believe..
Believe what you see..
Until you come down
and set the clouds free!

There was a time
When the evil in me
Simply took over
I tried my best
To never be sober
I had no need for morals
Not a thought of tomorrow
I lived out my deepest
Emotional scars
Needles, crack pipes
Kicked out of every local bars
Truly
I never anticipated
Getting this far
But here we are
I've no need to be a liar
My soul has been chard by fire
My poetry reflects
A man with nothing left
Nothing left to lose
Accept for you
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Where shall I take you
So we can be alone
I know you love the ocean
You know I love to roam
Somewhere, days unending
Somewhere far from home
I will take you on a journey
We’ll find your happy bone
......

There are no good guys
Nor hero’s of the day
Only our leaders
Lying to our face
We cope with false hopes
Forever on parade

Love is the acceptance
of the divine!
Fear claims more fear.
(That little voice
whispering
in your other ear)
The true self expresses
in the eternal now,
And so blessed are those
poetically endows!

There's this crazy old Veteran
lives in an attic with his dog
You always see them walking
he loves to stop and talk
His dog will rest upon the ground
while he rambles on aimlessly
He's crazy and he's lonely
Hell! I do believe he's me

Careful
Don’t lite a match
The truth could burn yer as..
Astronomy

Through leaky pens
Reality is revealed
Criminality assigned
Our trusted ruling class
Have more then once
Crossed the line

Vote blue by their design
Out rage feeds on sleeping minds
Truth Leakers are bad
Isn’t that what we’re to believe
After watching CNN or FOX on TV?

A soap operas
In real time syndication
Secretly in accordance’s
Behind  closed doors
Their greed starves the poor
And feeds the war
......

If we could see everything
from every point of view.
We would never have to say the words,
If we only knew....
Truth is we are so arrogantly wrong about so many things.
Jumping off those cliffs of faith as if we're somehow saints.

P.s
Seeing from every point of view
is good for me and is good for you.

We face death every day
and we live.
When we finally die
perhaps that’s the gift.

The flowers grow wild
in my world.
She says they’re weeds
but she is but a girl.
I reckon she’ll have to come back this way, to learn how to break free of this maze..
Look at the time!
We have to go,
live out our poetry
with all we know.

It’s a clever play on political words,
you know?
They somewhat stick
and absolutely over grow.
That is, the more farther apart in time and space
you staggered his wits and grace.
Why then anyways,
would we read on?
The main point has already come and there for gone…
So long Joe!

If within the
Parts of a whole
Each whole part
Owned it's own part
Of the one and only "soul"
Would not separation
Then be our goal?
Until we come together
  We shall never truly know...

Your beliefs have placed you in a particular position. Think about it!
That’s why my beliefs are open ended.
The intentions of this simulation puzzle me, still my portion of the matrix is full of purpose. I proceed with caution and enjoy the experience.

Two bald headed men fighting over a comb, why can’t we leave these war mongering narratives alone?

I was lost
Turned around
The sky turns grey
When the sun goes down
I found my way
Finally the next day
I keep getting lost
So I never get laid
A pocket full of dollars
And a quick shortcut
When I stay home
I never get ******!

We are paradoxical
In nature
Positively charged
Negatively grounded
We all can be quiet
Pleasantly unpleasant
When resisting becomes aggression

As cowardly unsung hero’s
Our absence is persistent
Who could contain
the vastness of our existence?
Don’t bottled it up in a broken heart
Like the Tin Man for instance
Hiding behind such fancy words
Our identity becomes missing

Oxymorons all of us
As we shift from our left to right
We find our balance in between
Our shadow selves and what is right

By the way
if your world is unstable
and you can’t afford to wait.
My heart goes out to those who meet the bottom of their fate.
I can’t pretend to understand the nature of such Folly!
But I’m sure somewhere demonic energy has got its fill of jolly’s..
Myself, I often wonder what will happen next.
This world has lost its cohesion and the spirits can barely connect.

Looking through your eyes
What do I see
A mirror reflection
but that’s not me
I’m sure your different
than what I perceive
We are all free to believe!

The drones have made themselves known.
Who knows where they come from
who knows where they go?
This could be the end for all we know.
White blinking lights swarm the skys,
sporadic patterns, deep state lies.

It seems that we are accelerating into crazy.
But our leaders assures there is no threat.
(How would they know?)

P.s Where can I purchase one of these crafts?

Bilge water barnacles
Beneath the water line
Parasitical in nature
The saltwater brine
Very bottom of the ship
A putrid garden grips
Deep rust on the hole
Shrimp and ***** strike gold!

And we all Sail on!

How can one trust
the voice of a poet
speaking in rhymes
metaphoric?

How can one know
the creative soul
Do you so love this world
nature composed?

Can we be sure
our words are pure?
did they come from the heart
emotionally stirred.

What guides these courses
of runaway horses?
these stallions on parade
I do believe we’re special
being chosen as vessel’s
forging a better new way!

I run, skip and jive
subconsciously
Still...
the controlling part of myself
won't be deceived
I don't want to server
I don't want to follow
I've sentenced myself
and in dream's dread I wallow
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Crying victim as they’re supporting mass victimization.
Time to tune in to another station.
A higher frequency,
a balanced beam..
Only a fool takes one for the team.

Stress is energy being ****** away, another parasitical entity being fed..
Stop listening to the voices in your head..
Road rage is an early death.

I’m not on your side unless you’re on the side of peace.
Manufacturing consent for war is but propaganda of the beast.
I assure you, it’s not god’s will that people go to war and ****.
…..,
I believe you need a new priest.

Behold..
as I transmit
an impending
thought
I often think
aloud!
When
my words
turn to rhythms
there strikes
a tuning fork
on the surface
of my human cells
a place where
tiny antennas
pick up signals
from somewhere
beyond!
That why I
leave the lights on!

Items needed
2-Red candles burning low
1-Dead baby in a pickle jar
(A polliwog will suffice)
1-Sage/***** smudge stick
1-very large imagination

Place items on
Sacrificial alter
With other
Lil forget me nots
Some incantations
Abracadabra
A wink and a nod
Can seal the
Sinister bargains
........

Warning
Magic can be harmful to your spiritual growth
Careful not to burn down the house!

I know I am out there somewhere
I’m getting closer to meeting me!
I can picture it now
Counselor teacher
Caretaker of the poor
Giver of a light so bright
It blinds the demon hoard
I can see myself beyond
The unlocked door

Won’t you come with me
Into the dark
Together we
Shall shine are part
To save the world
and find our meaning
Before the karamedic
button resets
Life being an unlocked door
Is a much better bet.

Who needs sympathy
It’s only a feeling
I have empathy
The power of healing

Sympathy is for the devil
He never gave a ****
He don’t deserve my empathy
But that’s just who I am

I can feel your passionate pain
In the words that you express
I will embrace your suffering
Until you feel your best!

So if you’re feeling down
Broken or just blue
Open up your heart
And I will help you through!

If you can't hold on
you'll lose yourself in stages
parts of you have already fallen behind
Try to gather yourself up
being human can be tough
abusiveness is an ugly thing
don't believe the things that you're saying
At Least Try
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It has been broken
For several years
Not a word of truth
Unspoken stares
I'm not the one
Who hurt you there

I am a bad man
That's the name of my song
But I have never
Ever did you or anybody wrong

Where do they go
Those rats in the alley
Up into cracks and holes
On into hungry bellies
Cockroach infested
The walls are at war
Damp musty mildew
Deep black mold spores
Down in the basement
A noise never heard
Perhaps a snake, lizard
Frog or some type
  Of ***** bird...

Whatever I heard
Where ever rats go
You won't find me
hanging out
In the old ghetto
No, not no more!
.....

I can’t bear to live a lie
but in America
that’s how we drive.
Propaganda we’re force fed
with the devil were in bed
**** their leaders starve their poor
we are responsible for death and war.
Coup their governments take their resources
Send in our reserves and all of our forces.

And still, it’s not enough for the beast.

Is it really a blessing to know all these things that nobody knows…?
Truth and reality disturbed and congest our spiritual  goals,,.
Shake it off, catch your breath, call the blue skies back!.
We all must play
and take a bow
after the final act.