I am tired of these
meandering
neanderthal
who do not know
how to self-evolve.

Certain that
they know it all,
so there is no
place for growth.

Partially,
passive pleasure
hunters,
mild mouth breathers,
techno needers,
people pleasers,
freaking breeders,
but seldom ever
very clever
truth seekers.

I am tired of
patterns and science
not being enough
to push them above
previous religious
and political perspectives.

So, in my fatigue,
I settle for being
just me,
seeking the relief
of solitude
and comfort in
the only dude
who thinks
like I do,

me.

Doesn’t matter what I say,
facts and science won’t
win this day,

because intelligence
took a long holiday
while stupid
went on a covid
spreading parade.

I can present
all the information,
cite the sources
in my presentation,
turn on the tv stations
with direct quotes
from the president of
our failing nation
and they will say
the news fake.

It’s no surprise
that those guys
who lie
preying on the same fanaticism
that priest use to sucker people
into religions
gets more followers then
modern renaissance men,
my fellow poets, artists,
photographers, journalists,
scientists, and scientists
with real science!!!!

I’m tired of trying to be
a helpful participant
in this sick and dying
society,
cause the only people
whoever even hear me
are those who already
agree.
So, I don’t want to speak
until my vocal cords bleed,
knowing it won’t change
a ****** thing.

A patriot, a service man
stood proud and let his
American flag fly.

Served his nations
when they called,
distinguished service
and honorably discharged.

A purple heart
with some PTSD,
told his family
the V.A. would
take good care of me.

The president and congressmen
upped the military budget by billions,
and as soon as that passed
went ahead and tried to get
servicemen’s health care cut.

Man, America doesn’t give a ****
about any of us.

Well, he pinched and saved
for most of his days,
struggling to get by.

Worked very hard
to finally start
a business that was
close to his heart.

Every year he barely managed
to make ends meet,
but was grateful to be
in this land of opportunity
where he could support his family
doing what he loved.

A virus closed almost
all of the businesses
in his neighborhood,cont.
so the government
said they would
bailout small businesses like his,
passed a billed
swore the promise
was fulfilled,
but he never saw a cent,
from the federal government,
cause almost all that aid
went to help out
major party donors.

Man, America doesn’t give a ****
about the man who runs
a small business.

One kid grew up
trying to live up
to his parent’s expectations;
Got a fast-food job
while he was in high school,
then worked his way through
to go to a good college.
Four years and student loans
got him out in the world
and on his own.

Got a decent job,
to pay down the debt,
but along the way he
became really sick,
and the health insurance
barely covered a fraction of it.
Now he is drowning
in an ocean of bills,
from disease that may still
**** him,
and his prescriptions
are practically poison.

It’s a cold hard fact
that this country lacks
real human decency.
Should have learned by now,
we are just the fatted cows
that are culled to feed corporate greed.

Man, America doesn’t give a ****
about you or me.

The Red Moon waits above
The Dead City lights
The Director of Elements
Queen of the Sky
The 4 Sacred Winds
were given new life
Listen to the breath
of howling Death
As a New Sun rises
coming up in the West

Chronicle catastrophes
Confrontation of concrete cities
Calling for the confessions of cruel
communities
A cunning currency became the ruler
Civilians were converted to complying consumers
Condemning the cultures causing them to crumble

Creating social confusion
Convincing the masses
That the Kingdom of Heaven
belonged to the high ranking classes
Compassion cries in its coffin
Credit cards turned graves
Raising the rates as corpses decay
But Death was always free
Never required a fee
So let it be written on the graves

“From debt to death prices were paid”

Compassion informs my outrage,

Skinny black kid,
super sensitive
playing the violin
for kittens,
pacifist vegetarian
tried to tell policemen
“I am not violent.
I’m an introvert.
I am different,”
as they choked him
then had paramedics
dose him
with ketamine.

Buds of pain
do not bloom
but burst, spray,
and sprain
my brain
that was self-trained
in the art of
kindness and reason.

It takes
less than five minutes
to break a mother’s heart,
to tare her world apart,
to shatter and claim
that they are not to blame
after unloading a full clip
on an autistic thirteen-year-old
who wasn’t mentally equipped
to do exactly what he was told.

Love and mercy
should rule the day
but cops make
violence great again.
Human suffering
is not magic
just unnecessarily tragic. cont.

Micheal Brown,
Eric Garner,
Tamir Rice,
George Floyd,
Freddy Gray,
Breonna Taylor,
Elijah Mcclain,
Linden Cameron,
Jacob Blake,
and so many other names.
There has to be a better way.

People are dying,
screaming and crying,
searching for justice
while others are lying.
People are striving
struggling, and trying
to make others see
the value of their being.

But if we can’t learn to
live with love,
then we will all
die apart in pain.

We can’t seem to agree
on the distance between
what we think
and what is reality;

Cause this isn’t united
these states come
prepackaged and divided,
as corporate playthings
that thrive on people hating.

So, if we can’t learn to
live with love,
then we will all
die apart in pain.

It doesn’t matter the color.
I see sisters and brothers
on every street corner.

That gun that you pull
doesn’t make you cool.
That red liquid isn’t a pool
we can swim in when,
we are already choking
and drowning.

That was somebody’s son.
He was somebody’s father.
She was somebody’s daughter.
Now they are grief embodied.
There will be tears in the wind
from another slaughter.
So, when they bleed on the ground
with sick sobbing sounds,
that’s not just another stranger,
that’s a family member in danger.

If we can’t learn to
live with love,
then we will all
die apart in pain.

Joe: Peace on Earth,
         Good will towards men.

Don: **** on Earth,
           My will towards women.

Do not imagine that you are good,
when you lie and distort
deceitfully report
misinformation as facts,

when the evidence lacks
any real facts
that supports your side
but you decide
to demonize the guys.

When you run your mouth,
spewing hate and deception
to cloud the perception
on Americans,

when you let hate reign
ruling over those in pain
with a boot on their neck
to keep keeping them and check
and do not let them breath.

Do not make light of the plight
claim that you the right are right.

Be careful because we good hearted
pacifists are tired of the terror you insist
on enforcing on others.

Rage runs both ways
and if you are unwilling to change
if you continue to succumb
to the thumb of the derange,

this experiment can change,
countries are not eternal
cultures and ideas fade,

if you refuse to use
your power for good
then mother nature
of our good natured brotherhood
will change the world for you.

Our world is in a mess.
There is no denying.
I send money so people can help.
I love doing that.
There are wars.
People getting hurt on all sides of our polygon,
They're dying in all manner of ways.
I love the way people will fight for their convictions,
Fight till death if need be,
For FREEDOM, LIBERTY, HAPPINESS.
I love that.
I love people in detention for their beliefs,
Their faith, hope and determination.
I know what bog schools are, penal laws, Black and Tans.
(I also know about cages, Jim Crowe, and Proud Boys).
I love their tenacity. I love their lives. They matter.
I love their politics, their altruism; the really giving of oneself,
To serve one's nation. To truly love one's country.
For these reasons,
I love Sleepy Joe.
He gives so gracefully.
Sacrifices the remainder of his life for his country,
His people, His family.
I love how the Tyrant will collapse,
Feeling betrayed, mocked, humiliated, parodied,
Jeered at, ostracized for his megalomania.
A shower will never wash away the
Odor breathed among his consorts.
Brushing will not diminish the Trump taste, the rot in your mouth.
I love Aristotle's Poetics, The Wheel of Fortuna, The Great Chain of Being, and the cathartic effects of tragedy.
I Love Life.

It’s a chilling feeling
seeing that sic glass ceiling
crash and cut one of us,
watching a vital man
go from do to try
then try to die,
cause he can’t get by.

I do fine,
killing time
cause I can afford to
waste it and still make do.

But it is strange when
I see other men, women,
and children suffering,
got a tinge of guilt
from the cushion I built
cause it’s not paradise,
but still a pretty comfy life.

What a ****** in this summer
to see single moms struggling,
juggling two jobs and terror
cause the virus out there
will **** them faster
than the poverty in here.

So, what if I pass a ten
to a stranger on the corner
every now and then.
No big deal
that I try to make people feel
a little more joy
and a lot less ill.

It’s just a little friction,
not even a fraction of the resistance
needed to slow the sad decline
of these troubling times.

Little boy blasting,
out on the streets rapping,
while other children keep clapping.

It’s as beautiful site.

Living amidst destruction
but trying to construct
an art form from love
because adults
in power haven't stepped up.

Little girl marching,
rigidly standing against
environmental destruction
another young leader of the people.

It’s as beautiful site.

But this shouldn't have to be
the fight of their young lives.
Why are they out there
trying to save our lives
when we had so many
generations to stand up
and do what’s right?

One grown *** idiot
is barely living up
to the ideals he believes in,
leaves the struggle
to the children
who seem to have more
heart instead of him.

While he writes celebrating
their success and greatness,
he settles in to accept this mess
because he doesn't really believe
it will get any better than this.

"I'm the least racist person in the room,"
Presupposes
There are worse racists in the room.
Or,
I'm the only racist in the room.