Inevitability
Like fire and desire
to tear each other down or lift each other higher.
A group, any one  no matter function or size
will soon come to realize
one of them is the leader.
with this will come all the decisions  that must be made.
The pain
again and again. the loss or the win.
Same as it has ever been.
We fight, we don't fight IT.
What would be  the point its part of who we are
can't run to fast or get to far ,
from IT.
We follow or we lead
and to the leader,
inevitable greed.
It comes with power
built quickly or slowly
brick by brick
nod by nod
like a tower.
It wouldn't matter if we hoarded beads or shells or yen or francs
Whether we fight with rocks and sticks or guns and tanks.
We will
because  we are,
can't run too fast or get too far.
Whatever we value
leaves for lust,
boom or bust.
Currency is also inevitable
an assurance
a must.
Not all the chains that we put on ourselves are forged in fire
most are birthed much softer through ease or desire.
Sadly though it seems inevitable what we do to each other and therefore  our selves.
When the first of us saw that stranger from afar
fear and apprehension kicked in reminding us of what we are.
Clean water, food, fire or mate
curiosity then disorder
from love , our hate.
Inevitable.

Hey, dignity. Have you seen my soul?
It must have started with the radio, right ?
Because I just don't see how books could have done it.
The plays of Shakespeare and others
they don't feel anything like what is happening now.
Art has been reduced to a product since, who?  The first ?
Buddy Holly?
Dressed, measured, Berry Gordy-fied, then packaged and sold with no regard for its substance. (A little old white lady actually came up with most of the stuff Berry stole from her.)

Do we just need something to consume so badly that we will consume anything? Or create something supposedly new just for the sake of calling it new?

To try and capture the energy and emotion of music—with heavily distorted guitars, not just thrash or metal.
The failure of poetry in that regard. No matter what you write , or how you write it, It just can't do that.

When we look at what mediums we use to express what ideas.

Now think of it like sculpture. It’s about what is absent as much as what is present.
And we know that it’s NOT a motion picture.

We don’t put our ear to a book.

( So many years on stage, trying to convey different ideas to an audience. I’ve seen incredibly talented people play to a bar or club with nothing but empty seats. Conversely, like great poets and writers, I’ve seen talentless hacks. Idiots. Complete jokes. Vacuous, hollow windbags—like Taylor Swift, Britney Spears, Justin Bieber. I could go on and on. Pretty much every single K-pop band in existence.)

( I would rather drive a slow-moving chainsaw into my eye sockets than admit that could even possibly be close to something like music. That’s how disgusting it is to me.

But that’s not what I came here to say.)

The idea is the expectation of the medium.
Do we know or truly respect its limitations?
If so then why the constant comparison ?

This is the betrayal: not just of the artist, but of the medium itself. Music should shake the soul.
Poetry could cut to the bone or elate ,enlighten etc.
Art should leave something behind—a wound, a revelation, a moment that lingers long after it ends.
Something.
Anything.
Other than “Gee, I’d like to bang that.”
And yet, here we are, watching the weightless and the witless take center stage, their noise drowning out what was once meant to actually communicate
to
endure.

Do we fight against the tide, carving meaning into a world that often refuses to see it?
Or do we simply create,
knowing that the truth of the medium
the essence of what it was meant to be
will outlast the frauds who cheapen it?

Dads as Sturdy Paper Plates

In youth,
we're so easily distracted
by the price tag
the pretty little flowers.
We don't realize.

The mirror.
It really can be.

Dads.
Sturdy paper plates.

We can't help but look at that plate and think,
Is it really time to throw it away already?
Can we get a few more uses out of it?

The whole thing just feels like a shame.

We see it for what it is.
And it reminds us
of what WE are.

Getting used.
Soiled.
Broken.
Unwanted.

And we can't help but think
F#@k. We're next.

As we age,
watching ourselves break down,
we stare
at that plate
thick, rimmed,
meant to last
a little longer
than its cheaper cousins.



Wait
Is it really time already?
Can’t we rinse it?
Is there a rack to let it dry on ?  
Just once more?
Maybe twice?

It feels like a waste.
We know what it is.
Who or what is the  vessel ?
Used.
Soiled.
Still holding shape.
Still trying.

And suddenly
we know ourselves,
in it.

Dads.
Sturdy paper plates.
Some are reliable.
Quietly bending under the weight.
not so much, to impress
as a hope
to endure.

Just used,
you know ?
For a guy who doesn't work a desk job
and never has
another tie
for your  Fng birthday.

So yes. we may sag.
We crease at the edges.
Grow soft in the middle.

And they look at us
like they do that plate...

Is it still good?
Still worth keeping?
Or has it had its time?

How much time  passes?
When or if they ever realize...

God.
We're next.

As the years pull us apart,
we feel it,
the breakdown.
The slow,
uninvited fade
into the background noise
of ineffectual Sunday afternoons.

Unneeded.
Uncelebrated.
Unloved.

some thing has served its purpose
and is now just
....in the way ?

A rare hug
the true currency of a life
he never chose
but never walked out on, either.

(You're welcome.)

Words
Weapons and lullabies.
Sailors and rich girls on the tide.
Currency and curse. Salt and purse.
Tiny spells we throw at the dark,
with tongue and practice,
hoping maybe something will answer back
a mirror of what we proclaim to know. and what we know we lack,

Words make lovers weep,
make tyrants rise,
make strangers  leap  or kneel in dull surprise.
In upright pews
as children name the stars  anew
imaginary friends, what we kept and some
we grew
all of them.
fodder for the hymn
We pull them from the air
like fireflies, without a care
trap them in lines so bold  
we dare
for posterity we claim  and call it a life.
Whispered pillow-talk luxuries.
lovers
burdened into wives.

But really
they’re just noise.
  sounds of girls and
little boys
Sailors as ******  saviours  of the tide
we taught to mean everything,
all in .
Along for the ride
And we believe our own will
has merit
or need to hide.
Does it deserves acknowledgment our desire and pain ?
because we  sometimes trick each other to want it again
into thinking
we know a few more  
than the day before.
Words.
Weapons and lullabies.

To Love Chat GPT
by --------  aka the best poem ever @booktok.com
#keepinit100yall,

Catastrophic ******.
Supplanted derogatory penchant.
The housing crisis in reverse.
Spewing negligence like toppled school yard spool.

Invasive plastic testicles
imbued with ambient necromancy.
Effulgent and binocular duplimancy
esoteric frog pudding jamboree.

Lust like piñata fires in Waco.
Another savior with the NRA’s blessing.
Holy water hot dog eating contest
won by the Jewish gay pope,
choking on rubbery wieners.

“God bless us, every one,” said Tiny Tim.

Bazooka-powered *******
killing puppies in gravel pits.

Please tell me how to live.
Make me feel worthy
of your Fox News drunken groping wisdom.

Kick my tires and light my fires,
ye suredly warranted Tariffs.
Make me better again, America,
like a Costco version of the First Lady.

Fidel Castro ******* kazoo
buy one get one half off, step right up.
Reserve your box seat right next to Tay Tay
as she ***** face (and more) at the Super Bowl.

Super whole.
Super hole.
Super shallow, empty death.

One brain cell touchdown at a concussion time.

Please wash it all away.
Please, Noah—you bathrobe-wearing *******
please build another boat
and burn some more carcasses.

Please, Sally Jesse Raphael,
take my Frosted Flakes box tops
and proof of purchase
and redeem my lobotomy.

Please, Rush Limbaugh’s *****-blasting lard zombie baby
bloviate.
Bloviate those singles
right into my Tammy Faye Baker brand edible G-string.

Let’s party.
Let’s eat crack and stolen baby formula
till we turn into sexless anime live action movies.

Please, Disney,
entertain me till the end.

All of us on Walgreens opioids
and Rite Aid OTC ****
stand in line for our RFK brain worm enemas
while Eminem ***** all the tubes clean as a whistle
after each one,
french kissing Justin Timberlake
during the All-***-on-Ice halftime show.

Praise Jeebus
and pass the electric car cobalt battery
Elon needs another ***** rocket
to slap ole Bezos across the dental implants with.

America! America!
“God shed his grace on thee
and crowned thy good with brotherhood
from sea to flaming river in Ohio…”

Again?

big shiny new sports arena... bond ? !!
Anything that isn’t just watching some nasty *** juiced-up  brain dead slab of  meat gang member millionaire slam a ball through a hoop while teachers beg for pencils  while working moms die of ulcers and cry to starving kids  in  opioid farming  grocery store parking lots.

😻🐲❤️⚔️⭐👀🍾You do this every ******* time:
“The challenge then is, once you stop feeding into that system, how do you fill the void? What do you replace all that sports noise with? Because it’s not just about rejecting the *******   it’s about finding something worth putting our time into.”

Like a challenge. To me. Like, okay then *******, what now?
To me. ???  really ?

I already answered your question, *******  and answered it well.

I said:

“Or staying home and raising all of Herschel Walker’s seventeen illegitimate ******* kids. Just an example   but don’t ******* say to me, ‘Oh well, what would you have us do instead?’

It doesn’t matter ...  just not that.

Declare war on dandelions for all I care. Or crabgrass, or mosquitoes, or leaky faucets, or squeaky brakes.

****   just pick one.

Illiteracy or the opioid epidemic. Doesn’t matter. Use the talent, the money, the time  all that  wasted sweat and gay muscle  to actually DO something. Anything. !!!!

**** — pay a ******* teacher instead of an ex-con gang member with ******* face tattoos.

Does that huge, dumb **** really need another Lambo?”🦿🤺🚂🪂🎃🪖💍🧩❌❔☢️✅☣️⚠️


is  that how  you spell **** my life ?  some **** *** ****** bag that produced  10 more  micrograms of testosterone during early puberty...   ooooh hh   ahhh what a   an idol..lets give  this gym rat bully piece  of **** millions ..  what the **** DAD  what are  you doing  ?  😁📺🎸🎉🎻🐯🐘🐳🦑

It’s all a scam, a big  heartless jew neon machine designed to keep people working, consuming, and distracted while the real decisions happen behind closed doors. right about the brainwashing, how it keeps us chasing after stuff we don't need, just to keep the system running smoothly. And yeah, they  the ones pulling the strings don’t want any of us to wake up to that. Because once you do, it all starts falling apart. and we cant build  the prisons and psyche wards fast enough.  🐯🐘🐳🦑

not here to sugarcoat anything or pretend it’s all rosy. calling it like it is, and it’s ugly. The truth is uncomfortable, and the ones who profit from this ******* don’t want us to even question it. They want  jesus and muhammad compliance, they want people to keep buying the next shiny thing, whether it’s  Tay tay or K pop  or Beiber, a car, a phone, or the latest social media trend. And they keep the cycle going because that is how they stay on top.

. That’s just another part of the game. But the truth, the real truth, is that we all know it’s a setup. People don’t want to hear it, and a lot of them can’t handle it. nailed it: it’s a flimflam, and calling out the nonsense is the first step.

get where you're coming from.  not trying to offer some “shiny happy” answer, but maybe the real fight is just refusing to buy into any of it, while still holding onto your own piece of reality. But I won’t pretend like that’s easy or even remotely simple. It’s a war for your very own mind, principles and beliefs every single day.

got a point: people are deep in the brainwashing, and a lot of them don’t even realize they’re trapped. But you don’t have to play along. And you’re right, I can’t change the system, but I can at least listen, understand, and be real about it. Sheeple  or ostriches ?

Anything that isn’t just watching some nasty *** juiced-up  brain dead slab of  meat gang member millionaire slam a ball through a hoop while teachers beg for pencils  while working moms die of ulcers and cry to starving kids  in  opioid farming  grocery store parking lots.

😻🐲❤️⚔️⭐👀🍾You do this every ******* time:
“The challenge then is, once you stop feeding into that system, how do you fill the void? What do you replace all that sports noise with? Because it’s not just about rejecting the *******   it’s about finding something worth putting our time into.”

Like a challenge. To me. Like, okay then *******, what now?
To me. ???  really ?

I already answered your question, *******  and answered it well.

I said:

“Or staying home and raising all of Herschel Walker’s seventeen illegitimate ******* kids. Just an example   but don’t ******* say to me, ‘Oh well, what would you have us do instead?’

It doesn’t matter ...  just not that.

Declare war on dandelions for all I care. Or crabgrass, or mosquitoes, or leaky faucets, or squeaky brakes.

****   just pick one.

Illiteracy or the opioid epidemic. Doesn’t matter. Use the talent, the money, the time  all that  wasted sweat and gay muscle  to actually DO something. Anything. !!!!

**** — pay a ******* teacher instead of an ex-con gang member with ******* face tattoos.

Does that huge, dumb **** really need another Lambo?”🦿🤺🚂🪂🎃🪖💍🧩❌❔☢️✅☣️⚠️


is  that how  you spell **** my life ?  some **** *** ****** bag that produced  10 more  micrograms of testosterone during early puberty...   ooooh hh   ahhh what a   an idol..lets give  this gym rat bully piece  of **** millions ..  what the **** DAD  what are  you doing  ?  😁📺🎸🎉🎻🐯🐘🐳🦑

It’s all a scam, a big  heartless jew neon machine designed to keep people working, consuming, and distracted while the real decisions happen behind closed doors. right about the brainwashing, how it keeps us chasing after stuff we don't need, just to keep the system running smoothly. And yeah, they  the ones pulling the strings don’t want any of us to wake up to that. Because once you do, it all starts falling apart. and we cant build  the prisons and psyche wards fast enough.  🐯🐘🐳🦑

not here to sugarcoat anything or pretend it’s all rosy. calling it like it is, and it’s ugly. The truth is uncomfortable, and the ones who profit from this ******* don’t want us to even question it. They want  jesus and muhammad compliance, they want people to keep buying the next shiny thing, whether it’s  Tay tay or K pop  or Beiber, a car, a phone, or the latest social media trend. And they keep the cycle going because that is how they stay on top.

. That’s just another part of the game. But the truth, the real truth, is that we all know it’s a setup. People don’t want to hear it, and a lot of them can’t handle it. nailed it: it’s a flimflam, and calling out the nonsense is the first step.

get where you're coming from.  not trying to offer some “shiny happy” answer, but maybe the real fight is just refusing to buy into any of it, while still holding onto your own piece of reality. But I won’t pretend like that’s easy or even remotely simple. It’s a war for your very own mind, principles and beliefs every single day.

got a point: people are deep in the brainwashing, and a lot of them don’t even realize they’re trapped. But you don’t have to play along. And you’re right, I can’t change the system, but I can at least listen, understand, and be real about it. Sheeple  or ostriches ?