****! Her choices establish tragedies
The key that fosters felicity long since marred
But now she’s found the freedom she so passionately sought
It was gifted to her as a straight jacket
In the colour of her choice

Every evening she sleeps within such paraphernalia
As the solace pacifies her in classic tones
With the cushioning characterized as a mirror
Emulating the shape she has so flawlessly taken

Two years in the knapsack
And to your very eye I am the poster child
For used condoms and tampons
Am I not worth more than fish?

During the pre-evening liturgy
Betwixt a shabby stall
Irate I sit scribing seasoned verses
Silent as an infant in production

Whilst the slaughtering of pacifism
Across the universe ‘tis my soundness
Perforated by the eerie current
‘Twas delivered via the vapors of her breath

Curtly, such graphic memories gnaw the very bones
Of what I had thought to be timeless romance
Though once again I’ve been forsaken
To drink all ‘twas left unsaid and unknown

Tones of depreciation eject forth estuaries of spittle
Causing unsought billows of panic
Why can’t society be more appreciative
Instead of dejecting them
And divesting them of criticism
Communication is significant
Yet people omit it’s qualities

For a while I fancied revivifying our alliance
Though I have satiated the cavern
I take honor in the many publications and poems
That years and years from I will compose
Even though you are a dogmatic hellion
You shan’t shun the clasp of fame

A role is fashioned for each of us homosapiens to portray
Though what if such a role ‘twas fashioned
by a fallacious organization of fabulists
Who decode billions of renditions of one monograph
for narcissistic purpose of monetary gain?
Naked fidelity shan’t be placed upon a hollow existence
Nor should verses be fibbed
Why can’t religion be real again?

My bones take the shape of guitar strings
a genesis froths a sequence of irrevocable refrains
Like eradicated jars along the brink of some nameless beach
It matters not a **** to sulk in sour memories
When all they are adept of doing evolve into forthcoming tribulations
resulting in yearly scars as well as the razing ‘tis lifeless amour

Treading along the avenues of iniquity
The downbeat of mollifying choruses alleviate my ears
Ambivalent logic scours my cerebellum
A frown composed of disdain surfaces
Whilst I seek a hero amongst such strange clouds
I covet to taste of the superlative pleasures ‘tis Mother Earth
Though I am left to contemplate when next my happenings

O, Mighty King of Igneous and Summer,
Cape the earth within an icy quilt
And freeze the ****** in their cots.
All without enough covering
To remain warm,
Yet enough food alone to remain strong ---
Freeze, mighty King.
Let their knee caps grow frigid
And their lives cease to exist,
Then tomorrow
They’ll wake up in some fancy mansion of nothing
Where trivialness is everything and
Everything is trivialness.

The chagrin is profound,
A heart is marred,
And bane mushrooms diffuse spores ---
But they deliver elation,
They all deliver pacifism
For which the weary
Spirit yearns.
They deliver elation
In a trivialness
From where
No spirit returns.

Frankly I have been chasing
Someone like her
Matters not to her.
She knows not.

Never once has she known
Nor did I
Now she takes the escape route downtown;
I took a Greyhound out of state.

We mourn atop skyscrapers
As our forefathers
Mourned amongst baobab trees in Uganda
Because we have been forsaken,
It is judgment day,
And we’re fearful.

To cast an infinite chamber
In certain places of the moon,
To twist and to waltz
Till the black night fades.
Then soften at sultry morning
Underneath a baobab tree
While afternoon stroked the horizon lightly,
Lovingly as I ---
A strange yet, delightful vagary!

To cast an infinite chamber
In the beloved areola of the sun,
Waltz! Twist! Twist!
Till the brisk day is done.
Soften at fallow night…
Underneath the baobab tree…
Night stroking gingerly
Lovingly as I.

A wild posy
Shriveled and perished.

The evening-warriors chuckled ---
But the day-warriors fussed.

A wild posy
Shriveled and perished.

She rises
In the darkness,
This burdened woman
Shrunken by
Weariness and regret
Like a black rose in winter
In the icy rain,
Like a wind-swept rose in winter
That has yet to raise its neck
Again.

In the California mines
There are 300,000
Native Americans hustling.
What type of verse
Could you possibly
Craft from that?
300,000 natives
Hustling in the
California mines.

The woman
That pirouettes and pirouettes,
Pirouetting as she sweats
And pirouette amongst the reveries
Of men, ---
Underneath the strobe lights
Their libidos
Are great black swans
Against the bloodied vanilla sky.
In the moment
They bark crimson pyre.
The woman, ---
Pirouetting as she sweats,
Young men.

She is no lady of mine
For I am impoverished,
Black,
Dependent and coy, ---
Not her class.
I myself
Have told her so, ---
No lady of mine.

‘Tis they who are fabulists:
The Fakers-to-be who are not
And the Fakers-not-to-be who are.
‘Tis they who employ language
As theaters for thoughts
Composing black apparel
To sheathe the naked corpse
Of the often too black Truth.
‘tis they with the organized souls
Who are fabulists.

The merchant’s lady
saunters into villages
forsaken ages ago,

discovering cues
of lurid-ways no man
would even dare to dream,

much to say she has not
of which can be testified:---
the wretched man!

Philosophy may serve its purpose,
though theory is far
more pleasant than reality.

We know not of that Woman,
though ‘tis known that for years
she has begged for death.

what marred such a creature?
unsought furtherance,
everlasting atrocity,

or a centaur,
agog martyrs and honor,

‘tis certain that,
once the castles are built,
their emperors,

though drunk on ***,
and branded by adulation,
shall ascend.

but does fame bespeak
an eternity of pandemonium?
Perchance.

It has been stated that on judgment day
We may be given not the shape of diamonds,
But of bones.

Plausible now, more than before
In our last days we shall infuse as one
(To mirror the imagism of each other),

Yet display no parallelism
Could that be why we were
Disgusted by daring faces,
Yet never revolted?

From merchants
One law may be derived,
To warn all

Our constitution is a lie.
What they call Evolution
Is nothing more than,

An inflated fallacy
fashioned by the outlaws in us
meanness is constant.

Free from the sins of the America’s bureaucracy,
you were always indifferent
To jealousy,

Yet your poetry
Has fostered poets
To compose legendary verses,

And, though you are distinguished from,
The majority of your contemporaries
The wounds of the broken have been mended.

To him all women are hallowed
minus those that hustle themselves.

How instantly and cunningly
they commit truculent acts
yet never bribed by mischief

except by rendezvous.

The majority believe
We were invented by humans
though who could imagine humans

conceptualizing such tasteless fuckery?
Of such reckless women

But the theory stands
who invented aliens?

Establishing the oblivious existence
That were her distant echoes
She seared my skin by way
Of her screaming eyes
And just seconds away
from marrying the **** of death
to spare my life was **** honorable of her

She mirrored the shape of a psychotic ******
Tattooed by hickeys and bruises
Written upon the pages of her *******
In lieu of her nightly pearl tuxedo
The teeth protruding from her ******
Began hissing and spitting at me
The war was far from over

Raspy, sexified tones began tightening
Like nooses around my throat
A trail of corpses appeared nonexistent
To millions of natural eyes
Catastrophically I was yet another victim
In the pages of ****** that she had composed
She must be found

This tongue broadcasts
hushed tones of satanic nature
And strange snickers
resounded throughout the canyons
Chanting nocturnes as irking
as a rhino horn against a chalkboard
yet the prophecy remained clear
I had to find this beast

In the billow of mercurial cataclysms
Sharp as the pyrexia of igneous pebble stones
Upon my hindquarters I was cast
The circles that were established
Branded my skin with cancerous nightmares
Crafting the twisted love song ******* my throat
Through the lavender haze I tread
Threatened by a medley of conundrums
The tongue legislating such echoes
‘tis the element I so daringly seek

Oblivious to arcane mishaps
That ****** the bones established by society
The echo of her tattoo sings of a great depression
Each time the memory surfaces,
A twisted grin is born
Perhaps this could be the preluding window to existential purgatory

The fearful varmint that claws at your callous origin
Caused a ceaseless chain of nightmares
A simple faux pas contrives a generation of idiocy
The toes of a screaming infant dwindling in our wake
Loyalty had not yet bared a face of existence
Atonement was never a question but a riddle
Heed your forthcoming capers
For they just may deface you

Acquiring the libel of critics
Internally at times I bleat
And snarl, brow furrowed
Like an actress when filming a major motion *****
“Originality bid us farewell” screams my advanced intellect
Nothing more than a social outcast who lacks a catalyst
(though thankfully the universe is an object of open ended philosophy)
The voices of such a generation fail to carry notes
Beyond the octave range
Only Canis lupus familiaris feces, in its rejuvenated appearance,
Delivers abstract imagery
What was once honorable has dissolved into media sewage
Virginal darlings now dissolved into marionettes
Shall my poems alienate the public
They shall at least demonstrate bravery

A contortionist achieves ******
Her ******* saluting her lips
From within an envelope of pleasure
Causing local beatitude
Though one may query such enthusiasm
Her ******* cooing mollifying concert
Waltzing against the hips of autumn temptation
That she was vibrant
Or that she was barren
Or that in artistry
This plausible microsecond
The happening of dawn quite imminent
And a canary perched upon a fence
Lavish us with falsettos
Each and every organism throughout the universe
Itself just below its conception
And love equalizes the balance

Thrice a summer aphrodisia snickered in my face
Yesteryear the fog of boreal passion surfaced across my window frame
Omnifarious passions are surfacing
The insignificance of homosapiens stood the test of time
Life molests all of us, maul us, then sing us to sleep
Spiraling through dimensions decorated with brothels and strip clubs
Aging with the grains of pebble stones
Aphrodisia is a tourist

A subtle carol echoes of the evening
Upon bended knee I am arrested
Betwixt strange refrains
Shaking the floorboards of Teicu

The evocative moans amplify
The foolish peacemaker of astrologists
The English dream of poetry

Those I coaxed by death
Were the witnesses of the tragedy
And were familiar with its ballad

Crafted the design ‘tis conceptual *******
Eradicated their honor for vanilla threads
As they shimmy and shimmy

They defile elongated hankering
And retreated in the greenhouse of Woodstock
Its language made iconic by efficacious character

Having often been labeled an experiment
Broadening its brilliance along death’s boulevard
‘tis she who was the stunning one

Her language made sacred by her iconic fame
A long time controversial reference
An automaton, an origin of extraterrestrial etiology

The evocative moans ensnares the tourist

Rancorous, lethargic, avaricious, psychotic,
Enthusiastic, mystified, serene

Does a planet?
A galaxy?

A multiverse incorporates
Secrecy, security, nine or more parallel universes

Eyes are awake

Wake up, her magnetism is perpendicular
Concentrate, renunciation isn’t an option

She coveted her beauty to be paramount
It may not lie adjacent, or acute, closed nor open

Yay, Nay, or,
A night, a century, dissolves from her
Shedding a seventh layer
Shedding the eighth

The understanding of such linear artistry proves to be facile
An acquittal, forthcoming

New art, new liberty
The acquittals continue to waltz
Like multiple grooves shaped by the sand
Into apples and cherries

Is the occultist aware she’s daring,
That she carries the shadiest orifice?
No.
She just defecates and scars remain.


Akin to the likes of an unmarketable comedian:
passion on one side, narcissism on the other.
‘Twas unforeseen.


Enemies working together,
Exchanging callous banknotes.


No one had foreseen this.


Eventually, she’ll *******
from depositing and withdrawing.
But no one knows.
No one can ever know.

Callous sentences saunter into the quaintest of landmarks
Capturing the cinematography that is the mockery of felicity
At times I ponder on whether its veins quake with fear
In lieu of the eyes marring her with bullet holes
Whilst humming commemorative memories
That now lie lifeless just as the wealth of their youth

Furnished from the beginning with superlative demeanor,
You sway no haughty elbows,
And ****** all colours of mockery,

Refrain from staring down the bridge of your nose,
As well as the egocentric adults
That bear the sharpness of a minotaur horn.

Your own sanctuary
Is crafted from knife fissures and bullet nests,
The nightmare of cathedrals;

Though existence must be slain
In order to fashion birth, yet
existence is never slain for applause

For humans who, from the beginning
Were first originated,
Degenerate into sand,

It is known not,
Of their creator’s whereabouts,
And knowing is further refrained,

Though it is not entirely known,
That he exists,
Though few find him,

Worth sparing,
A secondary glance.

From the moment we shook hands
By subtle vibes I’d been eclipsed
Distinct your voice ever so grand
From the moment we shook hands
Upon your palms illusive strands
Blending with such beckoning lips
From the moment we shook hands
By subtle vibes I’d been eclipsed

In the background as I walk
Her voice decorates the scene
The soft spate of her breath
In the background as I walk
All falls serene when she talks
‘Twas an honor unforeseen
In the background as I walk
Her voice decorates the scene

Opaque opiums surfaced
Brash helpless I languish
Menial remained purpose
Opaque opiums surfaced
Rivulets of solace purchased
By stimulus I am vanquished
Opaque opiums surface
Brash helpless I languish

Scintillating stars infinitely descend
Lambent soot embellishes the radius
Regimens purely exist to bend
Scintillating stars infinitely descend
An occult memorandum impends
Doctrines make not amends
Scintillating stars infinitely descend
Lambent soot embellishes the radius

A Delphic phosphorescence nests
Kindled was the yellow flame
Exclusive ulterior vibes rest
A Delphic phosphorescence nests
Sensibility shan’t ever subside
Upon sojourning the grain
A Delphic phosphorescence nests
Exclusive ulterior vibes rest

Upon idolized lips I gander
Such flesh quite pleasurably divine
Within their hymns I seek to pander
Upon idolized lips I gander
Brandishing lustful hints of banter
An appetite dawns for your design
Upon idolized lips I gander
Such flesh quite pleasurably divine

Within a fecundity of fatuity
Squandered were all endeavors
Fazed I eluded
Unequivocal passion was sought
Yet still squandered were all endeavors
Candid without knowledge
Lacerated and forsaken
Forlorn I languished
Betwixt the vacuous cracks
Of black and white pavements

In her aristocratic yet somber hour
Inebriated she phones me
As if I am an oblivious commodity
Though still I feel coerced
To exist within her wake
Even though communication
May be relinquished when sober
An allegiance has been pledged