I salute no flag, I follow no man
I am undisciplined; an expatriate; a mutineer.
I am not consumed. I believe in Infinity.
But so what?

It's a hell of a lot better than casting stones into the abyss of life, which only cries back in a tune of some ever-pervading samsara, whose only note was proof for Hamlets second conjecture; counting your days, numbering the stars, feeling pleasure only to one day die a purposeless death; guilty.

Jesus said everything in red ink,
the bible tells me so.

Freedom can only be given to those that are bound.
It is both a fact and failure of nature.
Our power binds us;
Our lack of power binds us.
We are enslaved on all sides:
By the infinite and the finite.
And yet we are set free
by this selfsame fact.

"Hmm..."



"What is it?"



"Ya know those sweethearts?"

"Those what?"
"You know, those little candies you can get around valentines that'll have like 'I love you' or 'be mine' and stuff on them."
"Yeah...What about 'em?"





"Well, sometimes they don't have anything on them. They're just like a forgotten wordless misprint..."






The leaves were crunching against our feet. Our beautiful feet. I was cold and I knew exactly what I was saying. I smoothed my hair and with a slow bright toned whisper, I said,
"...the misprints are always the best..."

I hate nostalgia. I wanna grow up in NYC and never have to worry about history, just live in the now and die at the age of 35 and at the hands of myself. There's a lot to be learn't. Of course, that doesn't really matter, since I know everything. What?! Does that surprise you? Well it should because if I knew everything, why would i waste my time writing nonsense crap poetry? The answer is simple: isn't the whole of deep philosophical and religious thought just nonsense crap poetry? All the all-knowing knows is to write such words, scribing ancient runes upon the shadows of empty caves, and all the unknowing can do is laugh. But I have to hand it to them- it is pretty funny.  

Some proverbs:

Love is a thousand speechless monkeys that can do nothing but play the harp.

Roses have thorns for one reason and one reason only: they don't want to be picked.

Blue paint is not always blue.

…I start ‘here’ and I walk.
I pass ‘them’ and I pass wonders and it snows.
The sun comes down and possesses the ground and hits me and it snows from the sun warm snow. White and eerie. Great things were raised only to be razed. My fly’s eye saw a stone, in the field, by the brook. Corner and leaves too. The bitter bit me and there were trees that were dying and that made them beautiful. I drew them a bath. I laid them down. Coming down from the sky was a great white coffin. I saw behind me a viper that killed a squirrel to save a rabbit, a squirrel that was afraid…
…I start ‘here’ and change my road,
I know where I’m going. I know my destination. A vision passes through me and a red candle holding a black flame lit me to be bright, but I only burned. A dust bowl roared through it all and I sunk. I walked and walked and I let it take me. Forget it all! Again and again I came down through the valley, I saw it, and I couldn’t care. The flowers and snow and sun and life absolutely poured out their hearts for me and I couldn’t care, because I had seen them all before, and I know them all too well. AHH!! OF COURSE!! OF COURSE!!!! JUST IN TIME! Of course, I saw it coming. At the center, right in the middle, you know what I find?! You. You just sit there waiting. No matter where I start, or what direction I go, I walk and walk and I find you…
…I start ‘here’…

Saturn must rule me.
no, no, nevermind, I'm absolutely mean!
Do you like windows or mirrors?
Are you reflective or empty?
...
You could have just asked me!
I don't know, I just don't know
what to say sometimes.............
You could just say it!

I'm ready to run!
Oh baby I'm ready!
I'm gonna charge Olympus,
let 'em look me in the eye
and convince them I've been wronged.

I'm gonna take a trek to desolation
and from the valleys to the maintains
I will raise hell.

I'm gonna tell my sheets to
stop scaring me.

I'm gonna speak in tongues,
shake my body and dance!


I'm dying, but before I die,
I want to live!!

I.
"Rip it off."
A mother tells a child
"If it itches, scratch it."
"If its ugly, replace it."
The end of skin.

II.
Love at first sight is reserved for the Bones.

III.
The irritations of the skin have become unbearable. My arms are bare. I want my skin to be the skin of another. Our hidden hides prevent contact.

IV.
"Good ridens"
I see a band-aid on the sidewalk.
I see a burned man sans skin-graph.
I saw beauty, but she was plastic.

V.
There is an epidemic of the epidermis.
We need honesty, but all we get is skin; the ugly forefront of the truth.

A man buys a ticket for a show.

The Ticketman says to him,
"I know when the show must start,
and when it must end
and what the audience will wear
and be seen wearing,
but these thing I will not reveal to you."

"How then, will I know when to go?"

"You must be ready always."

So alone he waited for the show to begin,
the costly play upon the narrow stage.

But alas,
his patience had run thin.
He argued with himself,
why did the ticketman deny him knowledge?
making his mind think and his patience thin?

"Mr. Ticketman, may I ask you a question?"

"You already have."

"Why do you deny me the knowledge
of when the show must start
and why do you keep from me
the number of people that will go?"

"...If you were to know these things,
then all would soon know it,
and the show would be crowded
and be full of unwantings."

"Yes, but if only I was told,
I would not tell another,
so long as I lived,
for I would like to know
when I must come, so I can be free
and do what I want before the starting."

"And what is it that makes you so
special from the rest?"

"I have a wish, and I have a feeling.
I want in a deep way, in a very deep way,
to know these things and every day
I thirst and yearn for this simple knowledge."

"All do, you as the rest."

"BUT PLEASE! I HAVE WEPT! Do you not see me weep?"

"As have all."

"I Prithee!!! I am shaking, I shake. I have ululated
in the night and screeched with the force of a
thousand lions."

"As have all."

"Oh! I beg of you! I cannot handle this! I cannot handle it!"

"Nor can any."

"Oh, have mercy! I have a love for freedom, oh I have such a burning desire for freedom. I have cut and cauterized myself and died a million times over! I have called for executioners, I wish to die biting there gut butts! EXECUTE ME!! I have melted in the alleys of the night and I have burned like a star when thinking about, no! Becoming, the heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night. I have seen heaven, I have seen hell. I have seen all things sacred and worthless. I know God. Oh yeah, I know him well. I know his name. I know what you are and who you are! I know you!! You fiend! You self-righteous fiend!!!! TELL ME OR I'LL ******* OFF MYSELF!!!! YOU BEAST!!! YOU ******* BEAST!!!!!!"

"Likely story."

You never know where God will be. I see her now, spreading her wings like some kind of Icarus, she sees me. Now I see him in a café, hat on head and young too.

“Hello”

“Let it be what has been.”

Thou… thou shalt disturb me.

It’s not conformity to believe the truth. Life is small and there’s nothing wrong with caring about chairs and people, and old people and dead people, it’s healthy even. I saw a picture of the Holocaust, and I wept so *******. I saw the frozen bodies and the toothpictures and the dark bodies and I wept. Do not joke!!!! Can you not see that I care! I care so much. I love these people and I love thou, and surely thou should loveth me. In absolute horror I wept for the sake of the sacred I curse anyone who dare even joke! Laughter solves nothing, I would much rather cry and I want to die in the summer so the worms may have a feast and the baring sun will wilt me, I want to go out with a bang! Let death **** you, do not hold it inside and let it freeze you, set yourself free, let your hair down.

I want to be able to turn on my side and look you in the face and whisper, "goodnight." I want to be able to kiss you, right then and there.

I remember the time you told me you bought black lipstick, it was like someone had me upon a torture rack and I missed you like the night misses the sun and I don't care how lame it sounds, the truth is unstoppable.

You seem to know everything. I know you don't let on but truthfully you are far beyond me. You have so much wisdom and you end up teaching me more than I thought existed.

You have problems. You caught the blues. I give you my ear and you give me silence, sad sad silence.

And I know it doesn't seem like it, and I know it seems like I have no reason to, but I love you. I really really do. I see you and you're a mirror. A perfect mirror.

******* is what I live for, necrophilia is what I die for.

I was in love with the wall
I spoke French to it.
"Je t'aime." I'd say
In my loveliest French accent.
"Je vais aimer jusqu'à mon mort."
But then I figured those
We're some pretty powerful
Promises to make to a wall.
I loved it so much and I didn't
Want to hurt it. I knocked it
Down and rebuilt.
Now I sit here alone writing
Boolean clauses to ease my
Suffering.
3>1; true
3=1; false
7<4; false
23>100000; true
23 was her favorite number.
The misprinted sweethearts
are always the best.

My bones are blue
Like silence in the night
Like broken jazz.

I am an empty street
In a cool Harlem night
I am an incestuous father
In a twisted rural world
I am an unopened book
In the biggest library

I am lonely
And I miss you.

The best age, was the Stone Age.
When someone asks me,
How old are you?
I reply,
Stone.

I matter.
Underline that statement and back up, no one matters.
Do black lives matter or do all lives matter? No life matters, next question.
Do you love me? Who doesn't.
Will I die? Will I.
Is life worth living? Is death worth dying.
Does reality exist? Is existence real.
How long does it take to pop popcorn? In a microwave or on the stove? In the microwave. About 2 to 2 and a half minutes.
How do boats float? They use water
How do boats sink? Water uses them.
Deserve? None.
Su or in? None.
How? Why.
Question? Answer.
Dialogue
Dialogue
Doubt.
Evidence.
Disagree
Disagree
Agre­e
Unagreable

When there's nothing else to say,
Tomorrow is today.

SOCIETY: The Musical!

I say, "Hellow!"
and you say "hy."
We're so mellow,
Or maybe shy.

We come from a different point of view
Somehow i feel like i'm a part of you
I love mankind, like we all want to do.
Intention is the law.

Relating to laughter will make you fall.
We are a temple of the Holy Ghost and we won't fall!
Rise from the ashes,
Rise from the flames.
You great Phoenix,
YOU MYTH OF ATHENS.

We are the masters of our own poverty,
The author and the finisher of our poem.
Make your poem great.

Philosophy is for the mediocre
Mediocracy is in our blood.
The poor give a sermon to the rich.

Poetry made physics weep:
The sun is more than gravity and heat...
The poor know that much.

And by the Grace of God
I speak the truth,
And the peace of attaining no goal
Ohhh..! Hope and long for it!!!
For it is the end of endings
And the beginning of Forever.

WHAT      iiiiiiiiiiii         sssssss    
                          i               s
                          i                sssssss
                          i                          s
                     iiiiiiiiiii        ssssssss  
                                          
BEAUTY?


I don't vent,
I beg the truth!

Seriously!
Beauty amazes me!

There are women that just
utterly impress me!

"I   WISH    I   COULD   DRAW"

Isay, as if art is simply historical record.

I "see" her, but i don't see her.

There is a faint glowing light in the dark pious,
the folk hymn in the rain and the
cosmopolitan freak-show.

Reminder:
She is the candle's cathedral
And she is the artificially purple
love-all, be-all.

Everyday, I wish upon every star, as to give me the imagination and courage to write about beauty. All I can say is, I  DON'T  KNOW. I really REALLY wanted to, but now i'm not so sure. I wish i knew that i wanted to know, but i don't, and i never will.

Such as is this sense sacred, and i wouldn't DARE describe it...

Ye who are quick to the mouth;
Fall into desperation,
For silence is the key to our revolutions.

Science is dead.