The insanity of life's breathes,
Opens tears upon a wrist
Of bandaged bracelets.

Where do I find a poem?
In the space of a blink,
Between heartbeats,
When idle or moving,
With family and friends,
In a cemetary,
At school,
On a beach,
On-line,
On a bench, sitting beside me.
In the four seasons,
Beneath the blue, black and starry canopy,
In the wild, sapian or worldly,
In the arts and prophets,
Crawling on the floor,
When I'm cooking;
And, when I'm not looking,
A poem will find me.

I am repeating with devotion the same mistakes again and again, like a ritual.
As if repeating them would justify them.

Could you graph the path of my wrathful masochism?
Where would you end?
See I tend to forget the beginnings of it all,
Just this gruesome conclusion
This heinous collusion of chance and demons
An occlusion of vision
This endless derision of what I continue to hold so dear

And what if they made a movie of my narrowminded delusion?
A myopic biopic starring yours truly,
And duly shown for all to see real lunacy

"Love's forever," I says to me and
Forever can be as long as you want it to be

I see you in the sky, at the park,
The beach, the trees, and everything existing.
My eyes glow with vengeance,
Me, that one and lonely lark.
These parasitical souls always stare.
Everyone can see, yet they say the same thing.
Infecting all those with a heart is your daily hobby.
By this time, the deepest crater forms
In my stomach, yet even so,
do not keep your mouth shut.
Freedom glows in the dark,
And it is pitch black.  These
Intoxicated,  pseudo democratized zombies
Engulfed the entire country.
Yes, one man is one vote
Is a romantic belief that infects most of us.  
Forging a sincere democratic thought,
Was it passion for those buried centuries in the past?
U.S.A is the place to be if you have money,
Yet leave the weary and weak,
Hungry, and weak. America, certainly is no honey.
Riches of crazed beings is what they seek.
To feel any bliss at all, I must pay tithe.
Pass the furnace to my soul.