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B Young Feb 2015
searching for the roots
the fruits fall all around,
which came first?
the addict or the patient.
a doctors death sentence
a priests condemnation,
the hills are alive with the sound of simple minds
the toils of labor
reap what is sown
unmarked graves
unmask the corruption
coursing through the dead blood of masked politicians.
neurons firing and frying betwixt the temples
a static wave of indignity
just show me how to be free!
or pulsate with me toward distant nebulae
which came first?
mans fall, or mans salvation.
all transgressions will be remembered
all sin will be forgiven
B Young Feb 2015
Went off the deep end; kept swimming
with infinity overhead
No, I am not dead
just looking the part
So let’s bomb this system
rip these laws apart
Embrace a heart of darkness
transform pain into art
Often it’s hard to know where to start
Come up for air and take the first step
the path reveals itself

Plunge headfirst into the unknown  
it is there you will find yourself
For You
For Me
For Generations to come
life is about much more than just having fun
Your words are a gun
Load up, take aim, shoot carefully
the injustice of existence can be undone
Keep talking your ****
Or
Grab a pen and weave your truth for all to see
the future is in your hands
serving as
(parenthesis)
Do not succumb to the powers that be
A priests benediction strikes at fiction
The Bill of Rights is frilled and frayed
A president lays splayed awaiting the richest *****
Break away from the flock of sheep following the snake of a shepherd herding the mindless off the cliffs of disparity
Congress feigns progress
Con artists abound on the misty streets
A nuclear rider waits at the gates of your estate
You see your past behind you as a spectral ghost
B Young Feb 2015
falls through the open window

the wind funnels through

a wing cripples

pinch him between my fingers

let him blow back along the interstate

was he meant to die on my lap?

or did this car interior interrupt natural causes

my head is a cage

my mind is locked away

when will my soul blow through a window

to a welcoming lap.
B Young Feb 2015
A pale blue moon hovers over the rubble of a once great nation. Notions of deluded grandeur. In a vacant lot an old man gets his last fix. Amidst a wave of flesh between a pulsating rhythm a young boy gets his first taste. A road which winds is no path to follow. The road less traveled lies- a speck in the mind of a Peck. on. the. cheek.

druginduceddemntia
B Young Feb 2015
Do you know
where the wild things grow ?
In the unlit recesses of a tormented imagination,
a small girl holds a switchblade.
The bees have grown tired of their honeycomb.
The ants are abandoning their hill.
A shark swims slowly in,
blood drips out of the vein
How does it feel when your parents die ?
Similar to loosing the matching sock I have heard.

The Popes beady eyes burning in the mouth of a Leviathan
as
The blood pours from saints and sinners alike.
The stigmata chooses indiscriminately
like an addiction
to the false ecstasy
of religious experience.
Oh Saint Francis!
Where do the wild things grow ?
Oh Saint Anthony!
Help me find my mind?
Oh can anyone tell me?
What is this human race…
?
B Young Feb 2015
The suburban housewives are all prostitutes
Cuckoo CUCKOO cuckoo
Sings the cuckolded husband

Bury the demons in the backyard Jack
Decomposing rotting souls
Enriching the soil
Get rich without any toil.
Step
outside

A glance to the heavens
From the floors of our forest
Reveals many a distant star
Symbolizing neither near or far
This twinkling image destroys the ego
Although in this here woodland
Anything goes
We are the kings of our times, the last of our kings, and the future creators.

The truth only goes as far as the rocks thrown
So I asked the reapers which way to go.
Take a trip with me down memory lane.
My past has no real pain
HUmph - no thank you I would not like any fame
I really have nothing to gain but catharsis
So please don’t call me an artist.
Please call me the man who could not deal with beauty and treachery of life so he wrote after lusting for natures delights.
B Young Feb 2015
Oh young one so ablaze in thy passion
What is it you seek?
The air thin-connections
confuse-debate souls
Try and push through being true
Sounding the heaven on earth
I-we
open our flesh
exposing the wave we will name travel---->

When the night grows light we will see
what it is we call reflection.

Live in the magic
Breath it in, then out. For when fear arises and clouds,
corner us as doubt sailing above our gracious gazes,
we will have forever gained the truth to carry us

Forward!
Desire
as Fire
spout forth the flames of intuition
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