God is just
Your shame
Your insecurity’s
To blame
Not everyone is out to get you
Not a reason to complain
So stop deflecting
And diverting
Only hurting
Your pretension
With each mention
Of the overwhelming
Trauma
You’ve endured
In no dimension
Left conceivable
Will you be reassured
You’re not a victim
Not a target
Just entitlement
Incarnate
But your followers,
Subscribers,
All the eyes on you
Desires
Are made fleeting
And enfeebled
When you’re asked a simple question
Can you really live without it
But a moment’s
Inattention?

Little man
Gets enraged,
Is why every war’s
Waged,
And nothing stays
The saber-rattling
When it’s simply
How we’re made
And what we gain
From our crusading
Must be powerfully
Displayed
And what the makings
Of arms racing
Yields an arsenal
Arrayed
And what precipitates
Intimidates
Obliterates
And fades
Like an imperial ambition
Spread too thin
In its campaigns

Beach party
Me
Is the center of gravity
All the unfolding
Revolving
Depravity
Slightly on edge
As I’m calm
In your presence
The ledge
To your bottle
Of anti-depressants
So kick off your shoes
Take the plunge
And unwind
Let the waves
Set the pace
Of the wake
Peace of mind

Continuous
Bickering
Makes us both
Sickening
Slipping right back
Into silences
Listening
Only to sounds
Of our own
Reassurance
The other can’t possibly
Get this occurrence
I’m hurt
And you just
Carry on
Unperturbed
And it worsens
Two persons’
Attempts to be heard

Reap the rewards
Of my sacrifice
Waning
With mastery over
The death I was
Draining
My lack of condolences
For the deceased  
For the filter feeds
Bottom feeds
Newsfeeds
A feast
Not the least bit concerned
With who lives
And who dies
It’s just malice and madness
That sells
And belies
We’re all smiles and gladness
But something inside
In its torturous torment
So tacitly writhes

Turn back shadow
Now go
Be away with you
No more coercing
My gaze
I’m afraid of you
Beckon me over
No longer
You siren,
For I am
Tonight’s
Disengage from this
Tyrant
And I will still staunchly oppose
The compliers
And tally the taking of tongues
Of the liars  
So hold yours
And head for
The way you came in
Anything you could say
Unoriginal sin
And much to my
Still grinning
Chagrin
****** bin
I know I
Cannot finish
What you can’t begin

What they want from me
School
What they think of me
Cool
With me
I do not care
To see
More inadvertently
Misinformed
History
Slipstream the psyche
Incite
And invite me
To join in
The party
Like woebegone
Lightning
It’s often times
Frightening
How quickly
I rightly
Rewrite
What your preconceived
Narrative
Judgment
Recites
As the way it was meant to unfold
Unexpected
For I am the entrance
Examiner’s
Lessons