Weariness
Has tempered me
But no mouthpieces
Censor me
Indenture me to servitude
Is only of my swinging
Mood
Exude I love you
Tacitly
And shatter hearts
As passively
Aggressive lets
Me fester in
My own regrets
Oblivion begets distress
My rest in peace
Of mindful quest
Should I arrive
Before contrived
Conveys finality
Described

Disappointment
Disaffection
Petty
Passive
Non-aggression
Penniless
Go hide your shame
Sequester worthless ****
You claim
Is yours
Is mine
Is borderline
Insane,
Another childish game
Except this time
It’s life we play
And now your place,
Is dead...
Last
Withdraw into
Your sugar crash
Your hash-induced
A’straying path
Will only lead to glass
Enclosures  
Shattering in full disclosures
We were closer
Long before
Our bedrooms weren’t right next door

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
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