Still answer commanders
With unrefined candor
Like demagogues unto
The masses
I pander
Outlander
I’m not from around here
You see
I’m just peregrinations
And sol...iloquy

Weary traveler
Tempered by
So many countless
Faces die
No more to roam
In search
The earth
Has ever been
My home
Since birth
But lately
It seems all too distant
Of some end times
Reminiscent
Nothing new begins
Nor blooms
The ardent activist
Entombed
Exhumed
In years to come
A relic
Of his trips
Through psychedelic
Delving into
Coalescence
With machine's
Planned obsolescence
My transcendence
Just pathetic
Condemnations
To hermetic

My compendium penned
With impending doom sentiment
Write as I speak
Just a whole lot more
Eloquent
Never meant much to me
Life as a whole
Because even in death
There’s unrest in my soul
For the bold are the favored
By fortune’s extortion
Eventually profit
Blows out of proportion
The what you can gain
From the you that remains
Before adding it all up
To zero sum games

Attempts at reforming
Don't stop global warming
Your valiant best efforts
Impress no one less
Than another dead kid or more
Under arrest,
Can't rebuild it back better
Endeavor to change
What won't work
About status quos
Stuck in their ways
And updates
To the program's
Internal software
Are no cure for the virus'
Lack of prepared
So compare all your prices
The shipping lane's closed
And submit to mandated,
Free-traded,
Imposed

What in the world’s
Going on out there
Barely
Prepared anymore
For the others
Are wary
So scared that I might
Say a word or two
On
The Koran,
Or Iran,
Or the Fall of Saigon
In its latest rendition
Of terror campaign
Like domestic disquieted
Capitol gain
The non-violence’s silent
Night shades of methane
Grown at home
And exporting
Its virulent strain
Of nefarious variants
Kids of all ages
In cages,
Their truth is
What say
Facebook pages

I summon the depths
With Titanic defiance
Usurping the summit’s
Olympian tyrants
But still find their kind
An enchanting intrigue
When the real love affairs
Of this world
Have aggrieved
And deceived me more often
Than yielded the truth
Bittersweet
As I reach
For the Tantalus fruit
Still eluding me
Not before
Offering glimpses
Of nymphs seal my fate
To a constant ellipsis

Must be something
About me
Appealing
Revealing
As much as I can
Only yields
More concealing
I’ve got it together
Make money,
Enough
And I’m not the worst looking guy
Life is just rough
If you catch a few peeking
Intuit their thoughts,
Even one in a million
Crack smiles I’ve caught
But as soon as it hits me
I’ve already passed,
And it’s back alone
Back to
What’s under the mask