bildings in roowins
I rite with brokin-hand


it is the year of the unlord-tyms 2085
and skool hadbin abolishd since fyv decades
evrything in disrepair -
                    no hospitills no parks
                    no creche no greens
all grey and dark

now here I lie amid the rubble
I see they took my legs for under-market
what else did they take?
**** *******!
belly rumbles
the last I'd eaten was 2 days on
a chunk of hard-bread whose colour would turn envy in its boots
with artifishal-milk whose curdled smile greeted the back of my arid existence

**** bastarrrrrrds! they put me under, sawed off my legs
left me hobbling with jagged wounds and smirk-pain like hot-rods searing my brand-new stubs
elementary-bandage of an old sheet torn into strips...

wait, I must use this anger as fuel to get me going
she told me so
many, many times..




(I can remember my mother reading to me
reciting from her memory
they had burnt evry-single-book Man had ever known
                My eyes have never been graced with a book
but
she tort me words with stick in sand
and counting with stones
and there were many stones
               she fed me poetry when there was little else to eat
with fainting-body and starving-belly
my mind took pleasure in her ultimate-care
               she told me of a time when childrin took poor-interest
in the blessings of a book.. wen their minds were swallowed wholemeal by what they called media, I think
when they were not saddled with the worry of their next meal's magical-appearance
                (I can spell 'their' at least, yes.. she made sure I knew the difference)
the only pictures I saw were the ones she drew for me
in the volcanic beach-sand when we ran away from the parasitic-city
                I knew nothing of the world but what I saw around me
                        - decay, decay, decay
until she brought me colour - rite into the hart of me -
                           blooms that hurt at first, so bright and giving
                           that it saturated every molecule in my parched-centre
                           and I became a rainbow-suffused capsule in a otherwise drab-society
such wonder she spoke with open-eyes and loving-tones

and I also remember.. the day they took her..
I remember.. too much)



I crawl forward like a snake in the .. wait, what was that expreshin again?
I'll think later when I find a place to harbour my broken-body
                     thought is a luxury here
thers a horrible smoke in the air
          stings me so
and I miss her so
I have nobody left
but I cannot feel forsaken, as so many do
and succumb to self-pity
she made sure my armour grew
                 from the inside.. first
yet.all.the.while.she.watered.my.hungry.mind
and I took it with disbelief painted on my face
the things she told me about..




                I cannot believe there once were -
green fields and trees with chirping birds
a blue sky
blue? not possible
I've never seen a blue sky
I think she was being kind to paint me portraits of psychedelia
   to entertain and distract me
   from the horror of our lives
I heard tales of things called flowers - daisies and things
like vegetables and fruit
it seemed funny to me - little beings in the ground,
                                       growing
                                       standing rooted, awaiting harvest-hands
               just for people??
uncredibill
waaaat???
no..  such depth of kindness I can hardly imagine
for we have had only *hard-earth.. most concreted
and drank only brack-water from collapsing pipes
no, an unforgiving-scene is all I know
yet
     she is so kind to feed me such fantasy-tales of deep-imaginashin
     pity she could not tell any others
     for any tenth-of-a-whisper of this to any wrong-ear
and her head would roll
in the gutter.. where we lived in contest with rats
she could only rally my mind and relay things which would die with her
things that she bequeaths
to me

what will I do with it? this legacy of forgotten-paradise..
what can I do?   this wonder-clad heresy..
                I now know thers a way out these city walls
                ther is a life beyond
with valleys and rivers and salty-seas
I must try to find a river
she told of oceans which live - which heave and swell and move!
she said these things too .. they exist
what quaint-things, indeed
oh, for dreems..

but now, I must off the streets
for a double-darkness has begun to fall
when red-eyes will scour the streets for scraps of flesh
        anything is worth a barter
        even a dead-man in a lane whose eyeballs are gone
        harshly-hacked out living - by a previous-visitor
becomes a piece of currency for seekers of the dark

I don't know what they've done to her.. or where she is now..
yet, she always said - keep moving
                                   keep searching
for blue-sky and flowing-rivers and yellow-flowers..
(I wonder if it's real
I do believ her - I must)*




now I scrape on in haste into a darkening-alley
towards a derelict-bilding
whose sinister-interior is the only welcome it can afford me
             I have little choice
             no time for sentiment
plus, I feel a fever coming (perhaps this is all the dreem.. and she is the only-flower I know)
the night-Rats will come out soon
and I hate their stink
it doesn't help I leave a trail of blood..




now
only hoap lives
on
in hobbled-soul

as I rite on with brokin-hand
onto the back-pages.. of my mind




S T -  5 octoblah

she's got a face like a 1990's beauty queen
high waisted shorts
hair pulled over the top with a miniclip
gun tucked in the back
miniclip
on the front of
her blouse
setting them up
knocking them down
converse allstars that she paid $50 for
grazing the rocks by the waterfall
that she poses in front of

dear 1990's beauty queen
you'd like to be innocent again
but your brown eyes
are locked and loaded
it's just a small trick of fate
that you were born in this decade
the girls here are machine gun prima-donnas
and you were born into them
your high-waisted shorts
won't let you out of it

Distorted days and delicious dreams
Everything is always just as it seems
Tear me up and build me down
What is all this noise without sound
Trapped in between days and nights
So I regress and take endless flights
Higher I drop rising to the pits of despair
Climbing to rock bottom with out a care
With you by my side, all ways coming along for the ride
My roller coaster is the famed attraction
It is the ultimate distraction
From living and being
Because once your on there is no retreating
The dips and curves add excitement
Yet a sense of dread lingers
Knowing that there is no end
We will always have to play pretend
To live with our selves
To love one another
But one day the curtains will close
The lights will fade
And all that will remain is a cast with roles unplayed

Longer than a person is typically comfortable with


Into another non sequitorial passage that leaves you bumbling
Words stumbling awkwardly off of the tip of your tongue clumsily
Out of your lungs tumbling past the ladder rungs you climbed to get yourself into the position you were in prior to

Falling

Rhyme scheme abandoned suddenly after the inspiration is lost and you find yourself having to inspect the far reaches of your mind for something that will fit into that empty, burning space on the page
Momentum
slows
as if the athlete in the run on sentence has broken his spirit
Deflated by ideal literary correctness and shards of cliche
The spirit in question is still “his” or “her”; not “they”

Flow like a river hand dug to meet the sea
Current pulling just as fiercely in every direction
Relentlessly displacing sand in hopes of repairing its barriers

Change prevention unsuccessful
You write a poem without a thesaurus
Late to work again

Something big is going to happen. I've felt this way for awhile. It is beyond any single human, and affects the entirety of the planet as we know it. We have been taken for fools for too long but we, my friends, have power in numbers. More and more I see that there are so many of us, "conspiracy nuts," who are only delving down these roads to better the world...to save the world. I've seen the growth of love within myself, as well as all of you who are awake, more than ever before. We are far more powerful than they give us credit for, for, we have eyedeas..which cannot be tortured, erased, or fall to an unfortunate overdose. Do not fear, but also do not abandon hope. We must ride high on our own energy.. our collective energy, which also, cannot be destroyed. We must spend this energy wisely. We must follow our intuition, against all opposition until the perceived end. Whether we see it with our physical eyes or not, the positive changes we believe in are coming..

If you're not living it already, it's time to be the change, and stand up for what you know in your heart to be true. Not what your mind tells you, silence it. Not what the media tells you, press the power button, recycle the papers. We must learn to see how we are all connected, and there are those who will stop at nothing for personal power. I want what's best for all, and what has gone on for countless years has only dampened our spirits and kept us in line, distracted.

Get out of bed, it's time to wake up.

Just the word makes me feel right at home.

No heart, no soul. Bitter taste in me mouth—

Fowl;

fowl as the way you broke me. Ruined me. Took my senses with you.

Took them fast, nerve endings still attached, too.

Compressed, shaken, flattened, and torn, I now wish I wasn't born. Bound to the Earth by my own two feet. Too proud to jump and let go.

My eyes may be blind, but my heart surely does see, sees the hatred you left flailing in the path of destruction that follows you.