To some of you
Once a good man
At first glance
Or first happenstance
Chance
I might find you
Entranced
But the rants
And the rancid
Cantankerous
Raving
Is lunacy
Set to default’s
Isolating
Increasingly fringe
Foreign take
On the issue
That leaves me with
More paranoia
To sift through
And sitting through
One more superfluous meeting
Might soon reveal
Looks
Can at times
Be deceiving
My name, image, likeness
Empire of thieving
My pound of flesh
Wounded pride’s
Internal bleeding
Not fit to be leading
A nation of many
When personally,
Morally
Bankrupted
Plenty

Left to discordant
Decay
Left to disarray
Iron fist’s
Fiscal bliss
Impotent  
Power play
Towers and walls,
Bits of coin
And coal mines
Lots of bribes
Underlying
More sinister crimes
And the party line
Drawing
More polarized
Borderlines
Warning signs
Blinded eyes’
Views of supremacy
Racial in nature’s
Dehumanist tendency
Make nemeses
Of the poor huddled masses
And kindles their fears
Like a downfall of ashes

No no
No thoughts for me
What are they costing me
Losses amounting
To only
Exhausting me
Lost causes
Lost track of time
Always agonize
Over the top
Of the hill
My allegiance lies
Cries on it
Dies on it
Bides its whole
Life on it
Further entrenched in its view
Stakes its life on it
Like a false flag
With a ****** of force
Buries
In roots and the soil
The toil
And wearies
The mind to more critical forms of it
Racking
The brain
With its myriad
Don’t feel safe
Cracking

Seeing only red
Dilutes the stop light
Colored
Dread
And all the rest
Is free to go
Into a
Hasty
Guilty
Pled
So slow you roll
Before creating
One more not so
Special ed
Another crime scene to be fled
Another pipeline to aWOKEn
The arrested walking dead
Another anthem of the victimized
To fill your little head
And wedded foremost
To your infantries
You hiss and lash
And shed
The superficial
Artificial
Skin decisions
To conform
To recapitulate
Submissively
And watch
The global warm

Insider traitors
Still trading our lives away
Charging us more
For the right
To go work all day

Mother
I wonder
How could you not smother me
Shrieking for twenty plus years
Out of infancy
Violently
Lashing out
My insecurity
Clashing with
Crippling doubt
Nothing new to me
Felt all your rage
And your anguish
Get through to me
Clearly
More resonantly
Than didactic
Could ever successfully
Teach us
The tragic
Downfall of the love
That still lives in
Your son,
In the ghost of his father
Now comfortably numb
But in baring such burdens
Alone all these years
You kept sparing me from
Far more nightmarish fears
Through reminding
At times
To the tempests and maelstroms
Of mind
We are thrown
But our interlinked hearts
See our wayward souls
Home

Either you’re broken
Or broken right open
So let go
Of no stone unturned
Goes unspoken
And throw yourself
So unreservedly
Into
The passions
You bask in
To mask
What you’ve been through
We all do
Go onward
And reap what we sow
We all weep
In the withering wastelands
Of woe
With the infinite void
Of our sorrows
In tow
High and low
All the while
Stay searching,
Resisting
The often alluring
Submission
Insisting
We offer ourselves
To the last
Sweet escape
And instead
In the interim
Content create