You better believe
the bitterly deceived
will not be relieved
to receive
any poultry back payment,
cause all these political layman
have been laying the foundation
for exploitation and the disintegration
of our social safety net,
the one that does not forget
those who have been let down.


It is like watching a crowd
of cruel dancing clowns,
corporate killers who have found
the best way to break down
our defenses,
while taking our expenses
and spending them
on extravagant meals
and other ridiculous expenditures.

As the state takes dissidents
from so called radical movements
and imprisons them
in a sick system
that is designed to demonize leaders
who speak truth,
and urge the youth
to move towards a freer and fairer society.

I was uncertain seeing
other human beings
with their feelings
moving fluidly,
seeming constantly at ease
while I was always overthinking these
intangible things.

Now I am learning,
this deep yearning
to understand
what other humans
take for granted
is a fool’s errand.

Most people are
sick and disgusting
gut busting
heart farting,
mind belching,
and squelching
any common senses.

They seldom think about,
are able to comprehend,
the thoughts and desires,
the sadness or elevation
of being so grandly inspired
that my heart aspires
to write love and understanding
into this cold reality.
Sadly, they are just reactionary.

Time isn't on our side.
The end of life
won't make it right,
just bring with it eternal night.

We will have to stand up and fight
against the wealthy man's delight;
If we ever hope to make all this world's wrongs
turn out right. If we ever hope to unwrite
the darkness and write a bright light
of hope for a better world than the one we know.

We cannot settle for the pacification
of our corporate owned and ran population.
This needs to be a nation of growth and education.
We need the doctors to run the show
not these asylum patients
posing as politicians,
or the lobbyists and big businessmen.

We need to envision a better mission
than winning by buying and getting
the next big thing, till we are more
consumer machine than human being.

Love and compassion can bring a spring,
as long as we learn how to not be duped
by these unscrupulous profit driven men
and women.

I have frequently had a
cold functional detachment
from the mindless moronic masses,

Those self-damaging idiots
walking around with
no introspection,
hurting other people while
trying to acquire status,
love, and material success.

I have been fuming
with a legitimate sense of high self-regard
and disdain for the so-called plain folks
with no desire to expand their understanding
or just be decent in general;

But what if I become the *****
who has to be fake nice all the time
just to manage my minor interactions with people?
Will I witness a slow disintegration of my ideal self,
that kind and attentive helpful healing artist,
that deep empathic intellectual, master of compassion?

How superior could I be if I subtract empathy
from my tired and frustrated being,
if I became the cog replacer in this
multinational machine, while sacrificing
my own inner honest decency?

His power was rooted in darkness,
but he constantly fought his thoughtless urges.
Being kind with tiny purchases,
opening doors, asking others
what they are searching for
in his poetic type pleas
that he typed out for strangers to read.

Perhaps it was his need
to be here, to plant seeds,
to breathe deep of this sweet air,
and speak loudly to be heard clear,
because it was his own obscurity he feared.

Sometimes he felt like a parody
or a pale reflection
of human emotion.
He couldn’t tell if in his expressions
he was just a mimicker those around,
or if these deep feelings were truly his?

His smile and gentleness
hid the gravity of violence
that he had lived in,
and most of the time he thought
the goodness he was giving
was in direct opposition
to the pain he once existed in
and his desire to never see
another human being
suffering.

Are you going?
Where have you been?
Will you be lost forever
my treasured friend?

It is the strangest tragedy.
America you sicken me
with your lack of creativity,
your intolerance of diversity,
and your myopic mind of mediocrity.

You copy fools who use you up
admire the desire to get more stuff
and in your fevered pursuits find
each acquisition is not enough
for you to satisfy your collector’s state of mind.

While pursuing profits
you scoff at scientists and artists,
not realizing when you depart this
tiresome existence
you will not get a single second back
despite your religious insistence.

There will be no return visits
or heavenly escapades,
no afterlife charades
or heaven's gate parades.

All that stress you felt,
all that time you wasted
trying to get to the next phase,
well, it's a tragedy because
life is not a video game you get to replay,