Who am I now that Im living?
Feel the crowd in
A lonely room,
Reality is just a dream away:

Fall upon the knife
And cut the eternal
Moment.

When are you going to see
That all I do is love
And the intention is pure?

All the world's a blur,
Only the poem is real.

And I need to find myself
While searching for you,
And where the hell are you?

A soul id twilight's gaze,
The fool becomes a martyr.

Telling me what I am and
What I should be,
Who are you anyway?

Take the Word,
Already spoken,
All that is left
Is to live.

Will not make you feel better about your hate
Your certified misspelled life that echoes solitude
Your craving for purpose
but still clinging to your virtual reasoning

This poem will not clot your wounds
neither be your salvation in your agony
or your hope in your fading conviction

This poem is not for the faint hearted
Or obtuse sluggish thoughts
the ones with trifling victories of life
that are swept away inevitably

This poem is nothing but a speck of your lives
it'll not suffice your haplessness
Or your pitiful endeavors

This poem will not reborn your hope
Whether it was written by Born
Or not

There are some who walk      calmly through darkness
because they know how      to kindle a light.

No one goes to the beach anymore.

Through the casuarinas the waves look a long trek
the lovers when from the city take a break
can only hold hands on the sands
wistfully eyeing the sea a mile away
then kissing and making up the day
riding to where the winds take them
spinning yarns along the thickly saline haze
of what could be and will be
downing the present in the crystal pool
placid as the lost yearnings in their hearts.

grow me a bushel of ***** or corn
economics 101
declare a War prohibit and decrease the supplies
costs are going to rise
profits will too
and organized crime laughs at you
who won't stand for being lenient
in any way on crime
ignoring statistics
and the DEA
budget grows
the swat teams are well funded
the judges and politicians are left with
the Cartel saying
your choice-
shall it be lead or cash?
Declare The War: we will be able to bring  Jim Crow back.

The poor are going to find ways to make cash.
So lets lock up the disadvantaged, the minorites
just following the graph
taught in that basic business class
that shows the line rising straight up in profits
as we limit supply, the graph on incarcerated Americans
rising plotted against the rise in private prisons,
the rise of militarization of police forces
with the rise in black citizens deaths at their hands:
It's basic: Economics 101:
but, to look reasonably or compare
it to alcohol,  and be honest with ourselves
is left-wing liberalism.
And we all  know the effects of rationalizations.