The giving
Receiving
Regifting the grieving
Is all I believe in this holiday season
We heathens have seldom a nickel to spare
And no reason to care what you think of tradition
Just blood and cash clashing in juxtaposition
Consumerist culture adjacent starvation
Your shopping malls next to some slave exploitation
To bring you your plastic tree iPhone 8 million
In Santa’s sleigh carbon footprint parts per billion
But all for the children I guess, I suppose
Yet I have seen some where no Jesus Christ goes
And they know not of want or to ask for some toys
Just nativity stories our money destroys

She guards the chirping cricket pastures
Meadows in the morning dew
Anew she leaves me chasing stars
In full she makes me once in blue

By night I harvest Halloween’s
A waning crescent is my dreams

Of her fair maiden in the glade
Displayed, can’t keep the hounds at bay
Her darkest-sided serenade
My huntress, come now light my way

The depths themselves can’t fathom famine
Blood and iron winter storms
The screaming babies feeding flames
Of war and peace in all its forms
Where each exists the other lives
Combined they are the revolution’s
Radical Islamic bombs
And multi-state solutions
From imperial republics
Of democracy disguises
If the unelected leader
Is the one who compromises
The ambition and the vision
Of the world he still believes
With all the violence and the anger
From injustice he perceives
As inequality of faith
At the expense of every choice
And so instead he learns to speak in
Every people-powered voice

We’ve all embarked on Shining Paths
As Puka Inti’s chosen suns
When chains are all that we had left
We offered jobs and guns and theft,
Then conquered us a new frontier
Where once we saw empires golden
Burning in decline like all
The fields of green we’ve stolen
Still we’re wondering why so much red
Still treads on tyranny that shed
These trails of tears and severed heads
For loaves of bread we’ve overFed
To make this nation great agains
And voiceless votes invoking violent
Revolution never ends
Until the dead see not of war
Until the pigs fly in their planes
Until the rich become the poor
Until the honest Abe exclaims
That we’re all slaves, not worth our graves
The only way we hope to change
This broken record history
This cyclical hypocrisy
Democracy dividing us
To love thy neighbor hatreds
In our churches, states and other stuff
Is seeing all we need to be
Is our instinctive liberty
United in a common cause
Against the freedom industry

Embrace the mass diversity
At microscopic levels
And in doing so you find
We’re not so different, you and I
We’re just some questions posed to ponderers
Who try to measure time
And in conceiving of our godliness
We clip the wings of pride
Instead of welcoming the Icarus
Ascending from inside
We’re just some science and some fiction
And some matter we create
Like all the value we assign
This dollar *******-state
And in believing in our vision
We intuit how we feel
And with these words we form together
We make sense of the unreal

You have to let the thinkers think
The dreamers dream
The speakers speak
The schemers scheme
The wolves among us feast on sheep
The shepherds teach them how to reap
The harvest of community
The plenty space for unity
If being free is what we want
Equality must be the need
Prioritized beyond our profit
Mass-producing greed machine
Still colonizing everything
Then selling you the diamond ring
The social contract theory bomb
The buffer states that look like Guam
And from the satellites they beam
That perfect family fifties feeling
Reaching for your credit card
With isolation’s *** appealing
Movie star aestheticism
Gaping black hole fetishism
Whispering it’s holiest
Pale ghosts of fascist soviets
Still letting all the thinkers think
The dreamers dream
The speakers speak
The schemers scheme

As money sorts the in-between

I lost my patience years ago
Now I just wait and bide my time
I sit and stare and step inside
Another portal to immortal
Existential everything
Dominions that are taking over

Keep ‘em hungry, keep ‘em dumb
Keep ‘em silent, keep ‘em numb
Said the fascist to the master
Make each nun a smoking gun
And then the pastor preachin’ faster then
Said boy why don’t be shy
And then the actor’s ballot caster rolled
The fake news that you buy
With all your pay to playchecks next in line
The soup is gettin’ cold today
‘Cuz poverty’s the crime of every diamond Dozen dreamer with a dollar to their name
Unless they anglicized its meaning
And then made them wear the blame
A badge of shame like scarlet letters
Chained around their right to choose
How Lady Liberty presents herself
In multiethnic hues, or so we’re told and so we Hear, and so we’re taught to hate and fear, Then disappear the past like pastors
And the masters
And the fascist fake-newscasters
But the federal reserve should be the one we’re Goin’ after

Could she ever be perfect enough to appease me
For all that I see turns to stone and unknown
And I never quite know which direction is home
Without love, without care, without someone to share
My envision exquisite delectable peace
That does not simply speak to seek my higher truth
But to offer a bite of her own passion fruit

She dare not speak so much as name me
Her true lover, merely blame me
Try and tame me
Rearrange me
Change me into perfect fits
The only fish across the sea
Her wish is my command is me
And her and I, but mine is we
Together all of us be free

To see her in the flesh would be
A public stoning passion
To express my intellectual capacities to master my desire’s heart of Darkness
Now amassing in the clasp of
Her inquisitive naïveté
And mental-reading glasses
With a smile that could denouement
My ****** as it happens

My sociopathy displays
The same old gray haze every daze
This nothing and I don’t know why
I try and try and try and try
To make myself feel just like you
But rain drops fall, the sky is blue
Not some symbolic shade of sad
I don’t get mad, I don’t get glad
I just exist, persist, repeat
I add, subtract and then delete
The joyous moment mental notes
And transcendental anecdotes
A host of ghosts that walk beside
My shadow unbeknownst in stride
Such lovely, lonely, little people
Nurturing their inner peaceful
Living out their lucid dreams
But take a look behind the scenes
Of melodrama entities
And masquerade identities
Pretending to be happy so
This suffering we need not show
To those who sing their caged songbirds
Without emotion in their words

The anti-social socialist
Rebelling in my cavernous
Passive aggressive pessimistic
Bottomless abysmal bliss
An optimist illusionist
As broken as a communistic
Idealistic nihilist
Persistent in my will to power
All these people coexist
The movement moves at zero hour
Time is of the essences
And fruits of labor, rather sour
When the truth can be dismissed
For stories far more humanist
So I include some sudden twists
And spin it like a columnist
Then spit it like a Bolshevik
To kick this ***** like old dog tricks
I’m king of the empiricist
Globe-trottin’ like a colonist
Until I conquer all of this
My omniversal alias
Shall be the metaphysicist

Opinion seems so obsolete
Impoverished is the beggar’s
Wretched states of mind you find me in
Endeavoring to sever

The forever from the finitude
Entranced in pondering despair
Of why my lonesome disposition
Sees her memory everywhere

In clarity of can I kiss you?
Now I miss her more than life
Itself is nothing in the end
Except Erisian seeds of strife

Implanted in discordant numb
Intangible emotional
Still dripping from my empathetic
Rhyme is immemorial

And frames of time are fractured
By the beings we believe in
Never telling you I loved you
More than merely breeding Edens

The charlatans are back again
With bombs to drop from ballpoint pens
Jerusalem Leviathans
Since lions ate the Zion movement
Now Big Ben is crumbling
And mumbling some skittish Yiddish
To some pig anti-Semitic
Who the critics just diminish as dominions of the British who still commonwealth the nations with their Exxon Mobil stations
While the colonies are sick and medicated on these rations, pullin’ racist colored race cards when the kingdoms of creation are the real abominations that the oligarchs of Noah’s arks still preach to seal your fate in
Coffer coffins of the status quotient tokenism banquet, stuffin’ off shore banks with patients who are drowning in malaises
As the taxing burden raises for the barely makin’ raisins in the sun to have some fun go fundin’ Contras cappin’ convents full o’ nuns, don’t get it twisted sister act, I’m coming strapped with Warsaw Pact because the cops be cappin’ rappers when they packin’ artifact on all the fiction superstition
Burning question abolition
Voodoo economic prison cells
Still selling us religions
Of democracy and freedoms makin’ edens
In the middle eastern promise lands
Just broken dreams and neverlands
Cuz no mans makes a stand or plan
To ban these ku klux clan Greenspans

It’s all in your head
All the people you’ve fed
When really you see them
As better off dead
Than aware of the future in store
For their children
If money keeps killing their dreams
By the billion

This lingering, faint recollection of feeling
I banish from sight
As the dark
Does the light
And the happy and sad
Are but furnace nerves steeling
To iron-blood boiling
Tranquility cauldrons
Concocting this needless emotional state
From the mental blockades
Playing games
With perception
And dulling my sharpest instincts
On reflection

All manner of new information is ancient
I can not recall
Where my dinosaur days went
Just pay spent in dazes of hazy tomorrow’s
And mazes of ways
I can’t save them
To suffer
The sorrow beseeching
The preacher,
The teacher,
The savior,
The seeker
The rebel warmongering silent peacekeeper
The down in the deeper last breadths
Of the depths,
Leave him gasping for breath
Now he’s choking to death

On the fact and the fictions
In non-fiction sections,
Contra-contradictions
In history lessons
And ghosts
Of his former past selves
He dispels
But forgets how to spell
The most simple of tasks,
When a jack of all trades
Is the crack in his back,
And the flash-backing
Visions
Are worlds far away,
Yet still do they elude him?
Is anyone’s guess
For he knows nothing less,
Nothing more,
Nothing true,
Just knows all of the lies
His eyes see
Right on through

This dot kami’s ‘Nam when I see you’re all neutral
To futile lords still passin’ Acts of Removal
Pretentious performers as if upon stages
Of casting call characters caught up in cages
Like ****** who off-shore **** the poor on vacations
I’m diggin’ up dirt on the founders’ plantations
When bail-outs are ballots and bullets are mallets
Why not be a rabbit hole in Hefner’s palace?
And dare call it talent, a gift or a passion
Just model behavior for slaves to a fashion
Show running the breadlines when crimes are a dime
In the dozens of ***** Weinsteins on your minds

Instead of the felons when court is in Sessions
Instead of the under-oath treason confessions
In rapid succession they feed you the buzz
Until nobody cares what the debt ceiling was
When the roof has been raised for the privatize party
The right wants us dead and the left shows up tardy
I’m sorry “you people” are making me sick
Guess I’ll just pop a pill from the cabinet pick
Like has-been Michael Flynn’s and these Ex-Tillersons
Resource hogs cloggin’ bogs up with smogs of odd jobs
They’re the slEASIEST Slytherins still seemin’ Jesus
Pro-life until *** aid is the fetus
Egregious excesses of who the **** needs this
Huge 2nd place trophy wife ivory tower
Big guns for a stickless diplomacy coward

Here’s my ******* tricklin’ down your faces
You blatantly ****** repeal and replacists
You war-profiteering, grand **** of old Racists and fakers, uranium cacres
Still stuffing the stockings of doomsday clock-makers
With melting North Pole lumps of coal-hearted cash
‘Till every last Christmas trees nothing but ash
As the fascist machine builds its pyramid scheme
On the dreams of the themes of your Disney World screen
But the credits will roll as the talking heads stroll in
The shoe bombs of Terrorist’s livelihoods stolen
But I leave ‘em spinnin’ like Christopher Nolan

Satiate your need for greatness
Not in gilded glory
You must never let society
Best sell your famous story
For no store-bought thought is novel
Lest it come first from the shelf
And no god can be believed in
Lest it come first from the self
For you must look within and then without
Identify the villains
Fight the battles no one has
Against the other billions
Who count upon the dying light
To offer its illusion
To illuminate the hopeless night
Rewriting their conclusion
In a new, exclusive twist of plot
To drop mouths to the floor
When really not-so happy endings
Have been done before
And will be told for eons more
And be forgotten all the same
And so I roar into the cosmos
And I make it fear my name
This epic tragedy, a comedy
I laugh at the abyss unknown
Existence is my kingdom come
Mortality’s my throne
And in remembrance ballads sung
Throughout the ages that proceed them
Are the legacies I leave behind
Now you just have to read them

Description seems inadequate
To capture Nature’s essence
When life is solely permanent
In momentary prescience

Yet still her eminence unveils
A grim facade exterior
When setting suns, besetting sails
Reveal the realm’s ulterior

Unmotivated inspiration
Morphing into beauty’s beast
A hideous abomination
Come to wage its war of peace

And watch the world dehumanize
Itself in feasts of banquet flesh
Before starvation’s slow demise
Can feast its eyes on Bangladesh

And sink into the Indian
Where karma is the salt in wounds
Samsara born to die again
In Shiva’s doom-impending tombs

The children of Agni
Still tend to the fields
But they yield to what Shiva’s
Deals hope to conceal
By the bushels of bullets, pork barrels of grease
In the crease of the fingers
And trigger’s release
Of the anger, the rage of this Bengali cage
Made of famines of war
And the textile slaves
With the wage loomin’ over
Their shoulders in pain
From the Kashmiri soldiers
Still diggin’ their graves
And in chains are the children who bear the unfair distribution of loot
Still polluting the air
And I try and I try, and they stare and they stare
But I’m running in circles and getting nowhere

Just making a stand for this Hindustan sand
A mere man of unplanned patrilineal clans
Tryna’ offer a hand to the paving of roads
Without hellish intentions for humble abodes
‘Cuz I know, I’ve been shown where the wild things are
And now my state of mind is the state of Uttar
When I still see the zamindars driving in cars
And the Amritsar crimson Blue Stars from afar
People burning but still full of love and a spirit
That sings of the Ganges, each night you can hear it
It’s clear, without fear and sincere in its praise
For the guru I am, come to learn of their ways

What does it all matter
Religion and science
The future is now
And the gods are behind us
Reminding us where we let
Faith conquer fact
And believed only some higher powers impact the track record of humans in union
Just Trumans in ruins
Betrayed constitutions
And freedom illusions
In each revolution

Until at the grass roots we grow a new movement
To rise up and wake up the slumbering giants
The common man’s struggle to topple the tyrants, we’ve done it with violence, but never with silence
But in reconciling the ghosts of our past
With the differences in all the shadows they caste
We can iconoclast the plastic misconception
That all of our saviors need win an election
To bail out oppression with jail cell detention
And hush any mention of selfless expression

When bullets are ballots and money is mallets, then liberty’s truth is injustice for all
We can fall to our knees and praise be to a wall
Or measure the magic in this crystal ball
If we keep seeing fortunes and fame
On the brain, then the lions we tame will in vain take the blame
And all of us lose the food chain waiting game
As I share my Thomas Paine going insane

Her muses are rather bazaar
From afar
To an Akbar they are
Saraswati’s sitar
For the river is vivid expressions of life
In a culture as distant
As discordant strife
When the songs are of mango trees
Sweet as can be
And her temples of riches
Are fertile and free
But still poverty seen
Inundating the banks
So much so in fact
That the monkey gods pray
Where the rhinos once drank
And I must bear witness to all the existence
Persistence resisting the suffering tone
For mine is so om that unknown is my home
But the homeless who roam like Dalits in the streets, still need places to sleep
And a harvest to reap
From the zamindar’s farm, could feed all of Uttar
Which is still so bazaar from afar to Akbar
That I wander the Thar as I wonder who are, All the bearers of Blue Star and Amritsar scars
Still polluting and looting
And shooting their brothers
And turning the tears of the Mother the Color
Of coal ash despair from unfair lady lovers
Still Partitioning them against one another

Give up and quit
You want to stop writing
Put down the pen and just call it a Nightingale Lightning bolt failure
To spark any bulbs in the attics and
Basement’s creative misplacement
Still can’t seem to find my mind’s
Goodest vibrations

Your god is subversion
Your flag is a weapon
My method’s conversion
Through history lesson
Expressing it in a poetic reflection
Since time immemorial
First begged the question
Why are we here?
And what is our inception?
Progressively testing the shining ideal
Still enslaved to the master’s whip coming to steal
Our identity politics, name tags and guns
Pointing barrels of blame at our brothers in arms
When we all know the enemy stems from the money tree
Robbing us blind until we don’t know how to be
Citizens, patriots, comrades of earth
Because all of this dirt is divided from birth
And the worth we assign to this rocking the vote
That we don’t see the burning *****’s sinking the boat
Just add fuel to the fire, empires of terror
For business is war and we wage it forever

My brain hurts again, there is merely the end
Giving thanks to a lord who is more foe than friend
For the food on my table
A plentiful harvest
Stuffing me full of the hunger for Marxist
Some people don’t eat
And I’m stuffing my face
As these butchers eat sheep
And then landfill the waste
Of consumerist cultures
And corporate success
Turning sentiment into
Black Friday excess
I digress in distress
Is this meal not enough?
Is this appetite real,
Or just craving a puff?
Of New Delhi gas chambers
A means to a trends
Of the climate denial truths
Ethnical cleanse

The lives of great people all remind us
We can make our lives sublime
And departing leave behind us
Footprints in the sands of time

The only gift sweeter than ***
Is knowledge
The only force more powerful than love
Is wisdom
I offer them equally, but reserve them completely
For without them, my enemies, surely
Defeat me

Spread hatred from your pointless blame
Make the whole world dread your name
Tell them that they all should bow
Before the one who shows them how
To paint the godless skies in gray
To answer prayer despair dismay
Inside the empty palms and psalms
Still ringing in your ears like bombs
That you scream dagger shards of glass
And spill it with a vicious slash
Then fade into the numb expanse
Of Navaraj’s fateful dance
Feel free to fear the great unknown
All judgments are but stick and stone
And time presents the only truth
As decomposing flesh and bone
Back to the Earth we all call home
We live to die, and die alone
                                                    alone
                                                                ­alone
*And then we roam...

It seems that November has finally reached India
Chilly tonight in the vacant moonlight
It is home that I see in my faint memory
Of the tiger to be which is all that I dream
Anymore for the haziness here doesn’t phase me
‘Cuz nothing’s amazing except when it’s wavy
And all that I am is now lazy with smog
But I’m grinding through time like an old, rusty cog
So in helping them grow like a gardener of minds
Cultivating the youth that is mine in decline
Far behind is it gone and where once it stood thus
Is pollution and poison and ash clouds of dust
Just gun shots exploding in satellite skies
Contact languages have become my contact highs
I can still take a sip of the foamy fizz phony
But with every drop I feel more like bologna
On some kind of journey, a quest to be best
To be better than beast and be least of all blessed

Maybe it’s not meant to be
Monogamy
Or even love
Maybe we’re not supposed to be
The perfect pictures we dream of

Imperial as penguins
Spending half the world away  
And then returning after learning
How to make each other stay

For such a special little pebble
Like a diamond in the rough
But I have lionized my heart
And now this rock is not enough

And so I offer you my Mughal sun’s
Dynastic vagabond
As it sets upon Gangetic plains
Absconding far beyond

My eyes’ unfaithful iron curtain
I am certain
Will divorce us
Intercoursing through the person
Who renews the vows’ resources

Slavish is lavish, just add the s
To the heaps of your Hedonist hordes of excess
So obsessed with the best that the West has to offer
Democracy scales are just nails to the coffer
Just Madoffs and Adolfs still claiming a stake
In banana republics, so let them eat cake
We can wait as we make a land full of their waste
And with fake as **** smiles we’ll spit in the face
Of their race to the bottom of fortune and fame
Where Satan and Jesus are one and the same
When morals are numbers, and justice is banks
And peace is for profit, compulsory tanks
But without them your life is a third world of grief
And your paycheck is merely a futile lord’s fief
Just a thief would I be, with the speech of a beggar
But I’d own these streets with a cloak and a dagger
As you learn to suffer the absence of self
Dematerializing your hunger for wealth
In a union of monkey gods breeding the seeds
Of the gardens of green this earth actually needs

I’m done with your rules
And your laws and your orders
Your half-empty pride
In a country of borders
That spits in the faces
Of dreamers who built it
And re-elects nightmares
Who tortured and killed it
Enslaved it and sold it
For hollow ideals
Then chained it and told it
To swallow the pills
Pay your bills, go to work
Shut your mouth, cast your vote
Buy a gun, beat your wife
Go to jail, end your life
It’s not right, it’s not fair
No one cares to be clear
What you hear are the lies
Hispering in your ear
If it’s real, it’s still fake
It’s not news, it’s a joke
And we laugh or we cry
‘Cuz the system is broke
And the banks rob us blind
And the stock markets crash
And we get so depressed
Since we can’t eat our cash
Just swipe it and like it
And hashtag it lit
Burn it all mother *******  
I don’t give ****
Anymore

You know it when you see it
When you reach it
When you be it
Do not chase it
But embrace it
You have just begun to taste it
Let it spiral from the heavens
And consume you in its gaping
Mind-erasing, soul-escaping  
Divination of creation
As you sink into the sands
Of a permanent vacation

If from some great well of wisdom
There would flow the truth
I’d drink my fill and wonder why
It’s wasted on the youth
Who have no bills to pay or mouths to feed
Or reasons to suppress their greed
For sharing isn’t caring
If what all you need is what you want
A picture book to read

So serene and tranquil thoughts convene
Tomorrowland is alien
To you in all your blissful cares
At home with no one there again
Alone inside your little worlds
The ones outside seem big and small
But nothing matters anymore
Except for growing tall
Before you fall into adulthood
And give in to *after all

In ruins of the Roman’s greed
Lies my city by the sea
Where as a boy my joy would cry
To count the blessings green
For Mother Earth was me and we
Built cities by the sea

Until the day I came to lead
This city by the sea
Where as a man I vowed to try
To save her shores serene
From enemies of liberty
In cities by the sea

Free trade could not appease their need
For cities by the sea
Where as a slave I live to die
And feed their war machine
Eroding in democracy
Like cities by the sea

The all-consuming nothing of the chaos opens wide
And back I gaze into its eyes with no where left to hide
Yet I take fright in not but nights
Spent lurking in my lair alone
From there my home seems otherworldly
She seems farther gone
For long have I forgotten waking moments
Lying next to her
As fleetingly as dreams escape the loves that never were
But I was sure, so very sure, that I had found it and I knew
That all cosmogony mythology
Realities were true  
As based in fact and artifact
As come to past lives can explain
That the meaning of forever
Was she left me in the rain

Turn to the tyrants in your desperation
Then bow to the despots who promise salvation
To make a great nation again just be patient
The sickness and hunger and carnage
Is ancient
So just keep on waiting
And praying and voting
For new revolutions
To end the scapegoating
Promoting of puppets who serve in the ranks
Of the NRA super pacs thinking of tanks
Before hospitals, schools and a job on the line
When the self-serving interests know only the grind
Of the country club, mansion and stock-******* life
And the left is in pockets of whites on the right
And now dark is the night and it never sees dawn
Just a loaded handgun to what’s already gone

There once was a man
Who had grown gravely ill
Moribund, wrote a last will a night
But the love all around him by day
Brought him peace
And with that came a reason to fight

For the honor it was
He considered it so
To keep it alive and secure
To share and to teach it to others
And lovers
And ask in return nothing more  

Than to leave them his art
All the pieces he’d found
In a some sense-discernible form
After falling apart
With it shattered and tattered
And scattered all over the floor

They need you to want
They want you to need
Everything you don’t need
For to feed
And to breed
And relinquish your greed
Now to sleep go with you
And allow me to seed
What you dream with my schemes
What you need to be freed
Is control of the means
So that you may awaken
From gardens of greens
And see that success is not happiness, no
And nor is it found in the places you’ll go
You are under a spell of a wicked design
So I offer instead
From my sick, twisted mind
A love potion I’ve brewed
In the land before time
Come and swing from the mood
Of my suicide crime
For my primeval plot
Is to **** you with rhyme
It’s already too late
You are already mine

Anupshahr disharmonies approaching midnight now
A festival, a holiday, perhaps a sacred cow
Is to be venerated piously
As custom will allow
To Mumtaz-Mahal Calliope
That Shah Jahan’s my vow
Unto unveiling a society
That forces her to bow
Her brow, avert her eyes
From thoughts of impropriety
Oh how she tries, but can’t revise
Disguises hiding womanize
Abusing them in privacy
As Durga roars and Sati cries
I’m left to worship silently

I am chaos
I am the substance from which your scientists and artists build rhythms
I am the spirit with which your children and clowns laugh in happy anarchy
I am chaos
I am alive
And I tell you
You are free

For peace is my profession
And I teach it like a Spartan
But my Athens begs the question
Do I come from planet Martian?
To keep council with your leaders
And to teach them how to build
In my likeness amphitheaters
And pay tribute to my guild
My Pax Romana in nirvana
Specializing in the art
Of planting seeds inside Madonnas
With my heathen Eden heart

Tell me how your money tastes
When coal ash is the soil
Salt whatever’s left of earth
With oceans brought to boil
In a neoliberal melting ***
Of glacial-dripping progress
Made of ivory indifference
To an oil-rigged election process
Choking us with demagogic smog
To clog the ballot bog
With gerrymander clans
Of truth deniers
Lie suppliers
And the sycophantic slimers
Of the doomsday dime demisers
So my Nero lyre fire
Is their funeral empyre
I aspire to be Caesar
Of the aether
But the diem of my seizure
Of the power will be Pyrrhic
In its victory
When contras keep restrictin’ me
From socializing all the means
To end the end of history

She feels it too I know it
From the quivering composure
Of the question that she poses
To my rosie cheek cynosure
For if she beheld my heart
Within her hands, its final form
Would be swan songs of exposure
To her wisdom’s winter storm
In all the tongues that I could taste her
Lotus blossoms of creation
But no mortal may embrace her
She is goddess of temptation

My archetypal anima
Could dream a billion dreams
Yet none elucidate my psyche’s
Shadow self-esteem
It yearns to be made whole again
Detaching from the soma
Yet can not mend the mandalas
That fracture its persona
From the superego servant
Of unconsciousness collective
To the individuation
Silent tyrant introspective
Still projecting as the pedagogue
The hero and the saint
But the mystic rebel overlord’s
This portrait that I paint
For I’m an evil genius author
Penning nurseries of rhymes
I am the psychopath symbology
Just read between the lines

Prophet of lightning
Herald of gods
As the master of self
Tell me, what are your flaws?
Do you lurk in the shadows
And follow their steps?
Do you dwell on the twilight
Of leadership’s depths?
For as wise as you are
And as perfect a writer
The language of love
You have yet to decipher
It seems that in willing to power
You fail
To envision the overlord
Drawn to full scale
Perhaps not in your image
Or by your own hand
Can these creatures be made
The superior man
When their fate is extinction
Though not yet condemned
Are all your disciples
Who walk among them
To live and to grow
To be free and to choose
To triumph with pride
And to learn how to lose
As they fall from the grace
Of the bliss of belief
To share in eternal’s
Recurring motif

Locked in a cell block of human live stocks
You can stuff it with ballots or build it with blocs
But the freedom you dream of is just an
allusion
To Malthus preclusions foregoing infusions
Of classes and races and genders and creeds
And the wanting more needs that democracy breeds
When we re-elect greed so it regulates voice
And then blows out our brains as it propagates choice
In the form of a cycle of wage-enslaved debt
Still trickling down into your glass of forget to regret  
Politician magicians use sleight of hand theft
To empty both pockets, the right and the left
And campaign on the same cheaters running the game
Who off-shore account lion shares of the blame
For the blood as it leaks on the bills from the ceiling
Their crimes are 9/10ths of this court of appealing
Back door patrol dealing like pimps in a club
Made of rolling green Edens on Earth and above
Who deny us so much as a crumb of the cake
That we eat so much garbage it stops tasting fake