I am fascinated
by fake faces
that implore us
with false sentiment
to invest in their
criminal intent.

I am intrigued
how these
proud businessmen
can convince
other humans
that the highest
achievement
is to show
what you are
consuming,

that removing
empathy
in favor of greed
is the way
to finally proceed
to the next state
of financial security
which will make
us great.

The drums of death
keep rolling in
followed by
the lightning kin.

Chaos reigns
where demons sing
of signs
that portend
the pretend
end.

The storyteller
tells us so.
So, we find a way
to go
along
a merry path
of destruction
that lays us low.

The bribes that brought
the lies they taught
to keep us all in line,

is it love
that make fools of us,
or is it fear
that makes us blind.

Sometime before
or during the war
there were fields
of horrors
with concrete stacks
smoking back
sick choking ash.

If your children
ever ask
are these
terrible things
just a purview
of our past,
do not lie.

Because, we let
children die
right here
in school shootings,
and despite
our country’s wealth
we let them starve
somewhere else,
whilst the military
fat cats
get rich
of the scorched backs
of burnt out bomb
victims.

Life eviscerated,
scars in hearts,
parts that can never be amputated.
As the infection grows
everyone knows
that it can never
happen again.

Until, it does.

The dark white winter brings
Spring’s horrible creeping scenes
of corpses hanging lifeless
from redwood trees
in the early fifties.

Secrets once whispered
by family members
of the victims,
and celebrated
by the magistrates
that perpetuated hate
to seal the fates
of innocent
human beings.

How these
rag dolls hung
dripping soft drops
of crimson stillness.
Heads tilting
in terrifying positions,
with no physicians
coming in
to rescue them.

Such strange fruit
not yet ripened,
swollen
with the growing
gas that was bloating.
Until, bowls evacuated.

Soul singers spoke
of such tragedies
but who heard
their heart’s beating verbs
that broke against
a shore of stupidity,
and arrogance,

and who will listen
to the same insistence
as more people join
the resistance
to fight against
a new age of injustices.

It is a dead tree
that whispers it
rotting secrets to me
in a cemetery
called the bone orchard.

While lies drip
from the vinegar lips
of tea leaf reading mystics,
those snow globe,
pay as you go
telephone,
spiritualistic
con artists
who feed fear’s
favorite addicts,

I am left laughing
at the bombastic
******* rodents
who need to ***
farther then gone.

Let them lick
the lemons scented
candlestick,
tasting the tiny flame
that burns their mouth.

I plan to ******
the whole flock
of crowing gods,

take those frantic frauds
and make them start wishing
for some real redemption,

cause reading your sun signs
ain’t gonna help you find
true inner peace

and praying to your
man-made gods
won’t make the
white washed
republican Jesus
appear here
before us.

long had I been dead when I first saw the beauty in nature just to be told that we threw it all away.

Long was I blind to see those who silently scream without a bed or the lady who looks her best when she’s living off bread.

How were we so blind to the compromise of being open to the exposure. The greed, the need to know basis of what greed could mean - or what it could be.

Did salvation ever mean that we’d still have to fight for the right to humanity? Humanitarian aid after a humanitarian crisis denied their right to live.

And What did the ice ever do to you? You made it melt but it wasn’t in love. There’s a difference between love and abuse.

I know you’re angry - The world is too.

She was barely sixteen,
out late partying,
and intoxicated
when he came
and violated
her sacred
center.

At first, she resisted
but with his fists
he insisted.
So, stunned numb
she submitted,
laying still as a stone
that sunk
to the bottom
of a lake,
as she was forced
to endure
that horrible ****.

Disgusted and ashamed,
she almost took a shower,
but unfortunately knew
if she wanted to
press charges
she’d have to keep
his ******* fluids.

So, she let them
swab and start collecting
all the samples
they would need
to prosecute.

But at her
court appointed
appearance
it soon became
apparent
that only her parents
cared about justice,

cause the judge was
quite transparent.
Even though,
he made a production
of compassion for
her suffering,
he still let
that rich man's son
off with only a
slap on the wrist,

cause the lawyer told him
he’s just a boy and
he can’t do time in
the prison system,

cause it would ruin him
and it’s not his fault because of
affluenza.

What good would it do
but ruin the lives of two,
after all they had
both been through?

Several weeks
and more than three
pregnancy tests later,
she still felt
the violation
as a remnant of him
began gestating
like and alien
inside of her.

But her church wouldn’t
let her abort the fetus
so, despite the trauma
she had to adapt
to the fact
that she was trapped.

Four weeks later
she went from
at least this life
will need her,
to cold chills,
cramps, and a fever;

From ten to
twenty-two  
pounds gained
then to back down
and even lighter
then when
her pregnancy
began.

She went from
finally accepting
and preparing
to start sharing
her life
with a newborn,
to a ****** expulsion,
nausea, repulsion,
and hiding
said heartbreaking
pain in shame.

The twitter feed is burning
with all of our collective yearning
to be heard,

so, we feed the bird
one tweet that is
absurd,

But we are just
a bunch of voices
creating
a cacophony
of ego driven
insanity.

Poor posts
of Instagram photos,
but though
we look through those
do we ever
really get to know
the person therein.

We are image obsessed,
possessed by a
dark demon dog of doubt
that keeps barking and nibbling
till the likes are dripping,
up to the tipping point,
and we start tripping
over the fiction
we made to share.

Artificial connections
may be good in a
few instances,
but they can’t hug
the hurting,
cannot console in person,

when you won’t even leave
your sweat stained
**** smelling
swelling seat cushion
that you have been pushing
down in the same direction
your human connections are going.

The consumer in me
can barely see
the carnivores
who creeps
in our society.

The pushers
of a variety
of sugar filled
insanity.

They scramble
to protect
their sugar investments
to our detriment.

So more of us
fall to the savagery
of sugary
related afflictions
far more fatal
and prolific
then the opioid addictions.

Your running in
a golden club,
while the rest of us
our just
flecks of dust,
plus ashes
from all the
burnt corpses
you brush off,
as the innocent
choke and cough
paying the cost
of your corrupt
corporate response.