Since when did the weekend
Become such a drag
Through the mud-sodden,
Down-trodden
Lack of hashtag
Merely lagging behind
The industrialized
Celebration of making it
More civilized
Advertised for the rest
To behold such success
And to flaunt its extravagance
Fanciest dress
To get messed up in public
With no consequences
Except apprehended's
Outlandish expenses
Now palisade fences
Like barricades render me
Stultified, dead inside
Life I pretend to be
Life of the party no more,
Who is that?
Former specter of my
Sordid, unsorted past
Which I long to remember
Its tenderest moments
The days I could actually love
Earnest romance
Seem now altogether
As severed from my
Memory as forever
Awaits me to die

Getting high for the fall
When it all,
Comes a’crashing
As shivering starlets of
Saturnine splashing
Rain again washing
The sun day again
As the circle continues
To ring in my brain
And the fire and ice
Is igniting my veins
And the tingles continue
To fingertip zips
And projections of word
Are as cryptic as script
Unprescribed by the maddest of hatters
And rabbits
Untethered from gravity’s bongo drum havoc
A whole other world
In the mortal realm portal
Communicatively
Abnormal informal
Arboreal creatures
And patterns in trees
Friendly faces forever
The earth is at peace
Where I stand, all around me
The problems are out there somewhere
Never found me
Possessions of no more concerns have
Unbound me
But all of it links back to me
In the moment
I choose to disown it
The throne is not mine
Like the lions in Roman
Republic down time

But who can see the lies
Or the past
Or the sadness
What reason to be
If it all becomes
Madness
We’ve had this
Condition
To impulse repress
To reject
What no logic
Could ever express
And we deem ourselves
Dignified,
Justified,
Civilized,
Chosen
Audacious,
Complacent
Cesspool
We arose in
Just goes to show
There is no meaning
To us
No financial solution
Equates more than dust
No good deed
Goes unpunished
Just unrecognized
Nor esteemed institution
Can subjugate time
No decision
Brainchild
Conceiving
The mind
Nor command of my heart
Unto practical reins
Given over to lay with
Emotionless chains
Unexplained
Still remains
And unanswered
Abounds
And I still reclaim
All of
Philosophy’s
Crowns

Words have such a funny little way
Of saying just enough
A means through which the end conveys
Intangible dimension stuff
Composed of immaterial
Surrealist bits and pieces
Decomposing in ethereal
Extinction level species
At the pinnacle of pensive
We incessantly conceive
Perceptions formed in the defense of
Higher beings we believe
And often give it all to see
Their rightful place among the stars
And as we fell the final tree
We do it all again on Mars
As discontent with our successes
As we are amidst the bliss
Of failure’s most enlightened guesses
To elucidate what any of this
Is...

What nobody else sees
Or can know about me
I divulge to the shadows
Unreservedly
An unvarnished self-portrait
Devoid of redactions
An honest account
Of my crooked transactions
A pact with the demons
To spare me from their
Maledictive libations
And impish fanfare
That befall me
Involuntary
When I try
To ask god why we die
And receive no reply
Only silence do I
Spy with my little eye
When I lie awake
Counting the ghosts
I descry

Here I stand as Sauron's bane
Within the chasm doom
I fear the darkness of my prize
Could rival Angmar's tomb
As his master's malice echoes
Tongues of ages past
Drowning out Lord Elrond's cries
Into the fires cast!

Yet could its will so dominate
This Middle-Earth now bade
Free from ruin I hath smote
With but a stroke of Narsil's blade
Perhaps a tool so powerful
Could I now use to lead
Should come the Men of Numenor's
Utmost end of need

Now in my fingers as it turns
My grayest thoughts to gold  
I shan't release it from my grasp
For it is mine to hold
Yes it came to me, my own
A gift meant for a king
I must possess the qualities
Of this most precious ring

And she’s not
Coming back
Dreadful fact,
Drop the act
Your just mirror and smoking
The unspoken pact
Perhaps it
Could have lasted
And withered away
Still at least in the sight of her
Aging and gray
Waste away with me,
Lay with me,
Bask here all day with me
I ran astray
You were my
Scared of death delay
One greater reason
To actually care
To despair less in knowing
I’m all too aware
It was barely a blink
In the lifespan of time
It was scarcely-resourcing
Discourses
Of mind
And yet mine is here wondering
Onward into
Was it me who so tragically
Failed to love you

Recklessly decadent self-indulgence
Spent a small fortune
With nothing to show for it
Lusting in lonely nights
Take me away from this
Take all my money
And in return
Offer ***
Next to her lying
In some kind of drunken blur
Slurring my words
Of subconscious
Inside of her
Sating the craving
How long I've been waiting
For someone to save me
From endless enslaving
To raving and raging
Against the unmaking
Of me
I do not wish to be
This man
Anymore

It never rains in Georgia
Though my cloudy head is gray
And even in November suns
It thunders in the fray
Of my peachy state of mind
And the beaches I convey
Behind hurricane frustrations
As my calm trees start to sway

In the coastal winds of longing
For my tempests kept at bay
Such deluges would be cleansing
A most vehement display
Of my angriest storm surges
That could blow this world away
But it never rains in Georgia
And I'm keeping it that way

Admittedly dwell
On that first fateful night
You attracted my metal
With your magnetite
And in hindsight
The last time
The two of us might
Have been more
Than apart
Equal halves of one heart
But then after
Could never go back
To the start
For from there it was all
This is real,
I mean really,
I think that I love you
You have to believe me

Inexorable changes
Await and could make me
The never the same again
Pain doesn’t phase me
Just days I go vaguely
Recalling the slightest
Fell trace of destruction
Of ego, my plight is
Temporal but permanent nonetheless still
For impermanence claims
My longevity’s will
My mortality withers
And wanes in the draining
Of acid rains flash flooding
Rolling plains staining
My unblemished vision
Of earth in decay
All our cares, all our fears
Gently washing away
In the ease in which loneliness
Courts me with avarice
Beckons me solemnly
Swiftly to selfishness
Inwardly drowning
In what can I gain
All in vane again
Feigning my ignorant blame
On all who’d oppose
My nefarious ends
Upon all of the roads
I pave
Goodness intends

Contained in a metal cylindrical bird
As I struggle to think of the word
I would use
To produce peace of mind
Should I plummet into
A first day of adventure
Still rife with abstention
From delving too deep
In the translate dimension
Again I’m expected
To make friends with strangers
Instead of exploring
This new city’s dangers
And drifting in half-conscious
Slumbersome speech
Here to teach them my lifestyle
Still out of reach

Once fought a war against itself...
Ah “union” that’s it!
I would have conquered the world with you
And enjoyed it
I would have raised your children freer than Eagles
Encouraging raptors and sharpening hawks
And sending the doves to the jungle Woodstocks...
I’d have shown you the moon’s
Other side of world peace
I’d have pitted the mutants
Against the police
With my Marilyn sins of god’s poster boy fame
And an Atlas’ industry’s shouldering blame
For my Camelot crowned
Common welfare campaign
Yet still redder than rebels
And burning cross devils
I’d drop it at liberal art
G-bay pig levels
To keep the uranium
Darkness at heart
As the panthers at home
Come to tear yours apart
I’d be crises of missiles
Hellbent on augmenting
Our brothers in arms races’
Change implementing
Preventing the Birmingham vanguards
From falling
No matter the cost
Of the Berlin Stonewallin’

We all like to think ourselves
Somewhat enlightened
That answers abound
And that nothing
Is frightening
Delight in at least
Moderation
Elation
But how long before
The excessive temptation
Becomes decadence
Abrogation of morals
And tireless virtue
Can’t rest on its laurels
In good conscience
Faith
An abnormal distortion
Forsaken
Replaced
By debased disproportion

Each day I rise higher
But what is my tune
I feel like I'm sinking
In blues of the moon
And the sunlit tomorrow
Still dreaming of peace
But the gargoyle grey
That prevents this release
Just deceases my hopes
To a blistering frost
Of the wars of mankind
And the children we've lost

All the prices it's cost
All the ads that they sell
All the drugs that they push
As they drag me to hell
So lay siege to my kingdom
My castle of time
My throne of the future
You won't take my mind
With this fake dollar sign
Or this plastic perfection
Just phony expressions

I am the infection
To swine influenza
To pandemic greed
I'm the pile of refuse
Of liberty's breed
I'm the proud single mother
Of Taino suns
I'm the conquistadores
That shot us with guns
I'm the guy on the line
I'm the hungry kid's dog
I'm the choking wage slave
Still inhaling the smog
I'm the cold-blooded bayou
The wilderness soul
I'm the Chesapeake Bay
I'm the diamond in coal
I'm the homeless elitist
The debt degree ride
I'm illusions of choice
Like the heroes who died

To bring you this flag
Painted red with their blood
So that all of god's sheep
Would but drown in the flood
Of the unfiltered Flint
Social media trap
And the classist caste system
Increasing the gap
Of the health to the wealthy
Instead of the sick
Of the weak and the tired
Of getting last licks
So don't think I don't notice
This **** isn't fair
I'm just also exhausted
From thinking you'd care

So seldom invoke
The decider
Of time
When the shears come to sever
The consciousness mind
From the body
Divine
Is a comedy
Crime
When committed
Is smitten
And often is written
By what she
Determines
Of gods
Is unbidden

Forgive me assuming
You’d rather be living
Be here in my solace expanse
Of misgiving  
You’d rather abscond
To beyond where I bond
And make your
Self a memory
Dreadfully fond

Seeking replacements
In case she erases
Me from the equation
Of all the time wasted
Amounted to nothing
But somebody else
I can’t get your attention
Just go **** myself
And expelled from your sight
For a screen
Only means
There is no you and I
Just a couple
Just fiends

Bend the knee to the rich
You don’t want any trouble
You’re unprepared, not fit to serve
In the struggle
These people don’t know you
Don’t need you around
Like a living dead man
Needs a hole in the ground
For some reason request
You to come be there guest
Guess they just want to test
If the westerners’ best
But rhetorically asking
Why do they think my words are better than theirs?
They are no more than barriers languages
Share
They are clunky and clumsy
And sound like **** smells
Just divorcee romance is dead
Wedding bells
A cacophonous clangor
Of clamorous bliss
But you know I’m the greatest
To ever exist
Reminiscing on all the abysses
I’ve missed

Confounded by how
As the hours elapse
I could still be attempting
To try and relax
Get a word out or two
So the day seems important  
And talking to none
But myself
So discordant
For mordant
His self-deprecating
Edge stings
As he pushes my buttons
And pulls on my strings
And it brings me no solace
To numerate merits
His tasks
Were just masks
That the now me inherits
And parrots with subtle
Distinctions
Of the instinctive
Prefers as rebuttal
Befuddled again
I know
So am I
Though
Even thinking it so
Would suggest
His shadow

It’s not what defines me
This box that confines me
Resigned in acceptance
Complacency
Finds me
Remind me this was
What I did
Who I am
Is a kid
Growing up
To be more than a man
What I can do is write
In control of my thoughts
Not sit still for 8 hours
In nevermore sought
From this life that I lead
That I fail
To achieve
That I keep being me
And could anytime leave
But she keeps pulling back
Is the reason I stay
And the ease in which I
Come awake the next day

Lucid
And sooner
Or later
Asleep
Even seated
Don’t need
Anymore to count sheep
And in keeping persistent
With daily routines
Only break from the norm
In my wildest dreams
Meaning reckless abandon,
Spontaneous whim
Don’t decide where I go
Just define who I’ve been
Should a day in the life
Include new and exciting
It seldom finds time
To explain it in writing
So as a professional
Aspirant
Strive
Not to make it a living
But why I’m alive

Don’t mean to misguide,
Misadvise,
Scrutinize
Don’t devise
Any plans
Anymore
I apprise
What of relevant use
From experience brings
Synchronicity from
The discordant heartstrings

Do not bear
Fear
Or weary
My irrelevant existence
My request
You just reflect
My categorical indifference
Just admit it is
The best
Approach
To forming these attachments
Just confess
If we had never met
And memorized these fragments
Formed these habits
Would we have it?  
Or confabulate
A tragic
Would you even need
To know my name
Or tune it out like static?
For what actively
Is listening
But passively
Imprisoning
The confluence of ego
And emotion
In some other
And to oversee
Eventually
Imploding as their lover

If it really came down
To my last day on earth
I suppose I would do
What is actually worth
The investment of time
Precious mine
To see fit
Make amends
Mend the wounds
I am still burdened with
All too soon
If it ended
In fire and ash
Or a hole in the ground
It would not amount cash
Value added
To genuine closure
Regardless of cost
To my fragile composure
Again in your presence
To bridge the division
The distance
Insistence
I’d only make you and I’s
Pleasure
The mission

Power trip monopoly
Is played
With human property
To trade
Us for the Holy Grail
And drug crusade
Us straight to jail
No passing go
Or class
Or puffs of satan's burning grass
No abc's
No lsd's
But keep us hooked
On begging knees
For liver fails
Cancer sticks
And sleight of hand
Magician's tricks
Deceptions made
Through politics
A veto of mentalities
That think deep
And lose sleep
Pondering mortalities
And look in
And speak out
To question their realities
The open minds
One of a kinds
The won't be sold
The uncontrolled
Substance abusing fiends who dare
To seek the truths
Kept from their lungs
And wicked psychedelic tongues
By taking all of which they care
Then pass it on for all to share

There’s rarely any joy
Left in leveling the playing field
**** or be killed
And the world doesn’t want a shield
Only to sleep and to work
For the end
To live by the dollar
And die by the trend
To defend them would be
My existence’s
Honor
But I covet peace
Like a kami wind bomber
Just pondering all of the dreams
That they squander
The people they slaughter
These true men in ruins
Of Frankenstein’s Monster
A Las Vegas concert
A Wild West myth
I pack write lightning heat
Like a Mustafar Sith
But this Vader comes later
To savor the darkness
Within the machine’s
Pax-American carcass
Of ravenous Reagan’s
Who’d let your kids starve
And contain the unsane
To fund wars in the stars
Don’t you see?
It’s the same tricky dixiecrat reaper
Delusional geezer
The neo-Liberial pyramid schemer
Who still thinks illegal is Spanish for dreamer
And trains Contra dogs
For some searches and seizure
Misogyny cowboy
Digs coal in a hole
His cash flowin’ like oil’s
Re-standardized gold  
As the livestock in rot market’s
Shelves gettin’ old
As they waste away youth
With MAD weapons they hold
Convincing us greed
Is salvation of soul
Until even the “good” neighborhood’s
Hooked on Cold
Where the story unfolds yet again in my favor
Just penned in the blood of the winning side’s slavers

Dread not the the rising of tides
And the wave
Of the refugees caught in the wake
Of our craving
For lambs to the slaughter
For unholy terrors
Instinctive, uncivilized
Carnal lust pleasures
The power to take away life
In your hand
But to live it and give it
A meaning, is man
And but one of such gods
In its envy or wrath
Undeterred by the fear of death
Paves the warpath
With the bodies of innocent
Paradise lost
Assuring destruction’s
The mutual cost
We’d all share with our prayers
Or our honest opinions
To equally suffer
These killing religions

How quickly a year
Can elapse
Is astonishing
Make every moment
Worthwhile
Admonishing
Me
To be actively present
And pleasant
Each second
Or live to forget
The remembrance
In remnants of memories made
In sustaining
Begrudgingly forcing
Facades of equating
Superior intellect
Deigning to feigning
This greeting sincerely
A matter of act
To surpass the harassing
******* in class
In cacophonous braying
Displaying a crass
Disposition of *******
Herd-mindless en masse
Merely falling in line
Until their turn to die
Comes as natural to me
As the killing of time

Given to mortals
To spark a rebellion
They used it instead
To drop ****** oppression
Reducing to cinders
And smoldering ash
Their symbolic salvation
And piles of trash
Unabashedly brazen
Emblazoned in races
Their banners and books
Conflagration hate nations
The forests consumed
In the climates of change
As the engines of war
Dragon hunger pangs rang
Like the rockets ascending
To bring them to me
But they crashed and they burned
And returned to the sea

I never thought raw meat
Would be a treat
I could indulge in
Yet as chewy as it was
There has not from me yet
Expulsion
Of the seasoned slab
Of crimson flesh
From mouth
Or other end
I found the flavor
Rather savory
As down my throat
Descended
Several chunks
And shredded hunks
Of some poor creature
I refrained
From asking what
The people call it
Even in a foreign name
For there is shame
I feel, still craving
Yet another juicy taste
Of what I couldn’t **** myself
Nor have the right
To deem its fate

If you think that it’s fated
Just go ‘head and state it
Just say that you stayed
All too long
In awaiting
For me to be
Some kind of man
You’d expect
To be there all the time
Not the mind who’d object
To the social injustice,
The coup d’etat bloodless
The ******* plays
Charlemagne
To the Dulles
Insurgencies crushed
By the hush of corruption
The lush ****** lands  
***** by corporate seduction
The merciless,
Unyielding
****** of production
Duplicitous,
Profligate
Lust of consumption
The numb to the slum
Mum’s the word battle won
And some
Before even
The Russian bear stirred
Others still
Before even
The King Leo purred
When the purge isn’t fiction
I urge the revision
Enlist in the war
Upon carbon emission
And see with the heat-seeker
Serpentine vision
But spit it unwritten,
Unscripted
If needed
Concede not an inch
Of this ethical Eden
And in the endgame
Existential
Checkmate
Is the movement I make
To still you
Captivate

Wearily
Wearing thin
Skin
I begin
To default to
Defensive positions
Less frequently
Mishaps,
Mistakes,
And misfortune
Still teaching me
Better than any
Successes
I’ve wrested
From jaws of defeat
My integrity tested
Surrender,
Abandon,
All ethical bent
As incensed
Becomes sorrow’s
Tomorrow lament

Worked hard for this bastion
With masterful
Craftsmanship
Forged
In a crucible
Of my undoing
Secured
Rest assured
In catastrophe
Brewing
Like cauldrons
Of storms
Like calderas
Of potions
Like maelstroms
Of mind
In a sea of emotions
I’ve courted disquiet
Cocooned in unease
A tumultuous riot
Adorned in oblivion
Shrinking like violet

My overloaded  
Brain
Is short-circuitously
Sane
And drained away
Its finely balanced
Jenga tower
Pieces lay
All strewn about the floor
Defeated
I’ve conceded
Earnings needed
When the wellsprings that sustain them
Are supposedly
Depleted
And it seems
Despite devotion
To in service
Indispensable
Convenience
Kindness
Courtesy
Is not so fundamental
As to render it
An integral
Expenditure
To budget
And from livelihood
Parts of me  
Now they must cut it

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

I sculpt all these gods
And I craft all these muses
Yet still the design
Of mere mortals
Confuses
Don't know what to do
If each one of them chooses
The course of their own destiny
But then loses
Their self
In a false
Divination
And sight of the light
In their darkest temptation
How can I unmake them
Without bend or break them
For I do not answer
Their prayers
I forsake them
And ask not that they
Construct temples and pillars
To hoist in my image
The banners of killers

Still miss her like crazy
Pretend it don't phase me
But lately I've been
Thinking possibly, maybe
Just maybe
I have to believe it
Put her in the past
For the last time
And mean it
For two years of more
Continentally-drifting
Seems only to further the Great Rift
Of shifting
From living in loverless mountains amidst
What I tell myself
I really need
To exist
Back to shores of more wandering
Sandy-toed steps
In my infinite pondering
Bottomless depths

Cruising along
Ethiopian road
A lake town in the distance
A valley below
Craggy precipice plummets
To cracks in the earth
Like the hands made of stone
Hungry people at work
Abodes humble of mud,
Children play in the dirt
In its quilt pattern patches
Tread bare under hoof
The trees bent out of shape
Like the tin atop roof
And alone they dot plots
Of communal religion
Give thanks to your gods
That it’s not my decision

Want to be out there
With you
But I’m here
A dim spark in the dark
Should your message appear
On my phone
In a text
But you’re busy I guess
And however impossibly
Cryptic it gets
Just rejoice in your voice
As if reading it
To me
In nearing depletion
Its songs would renew me
Imbue with tranquility
Peace in the fading
Beside you
As some kind of conflict
Is waiting
To enter the fray
Pulling us away
Nightly
In spite of
Reciting it
Slightly more
Lightly

Look out
One last time
How it all
Just goes by
How I started here
No one
Afraid to be seen
Lacking confidence
Cognizance
It would soon mean
So much more
Than a job
Now a part of me
Robbed
And though grateful
A hateful
Irate
Inclination
I can’t seem to quell
To dispel
Its frustration
When duties I’ve taken
For granted
Retired
And services rendered
No longer required

Starting to prefer
Alone
Though
I want you
But before
A mere name
Could be slipping right through
Seldom kissed
I commit
A most faithless
Adrift
And I stared for too long
And I gazed in her eyes
But at night
Only you in the dark
Would I find
Only you
Who reminds
That my longing
My yearning
For dying inside
Cannot weary
Or wayward
My down for the ride
Further still
Have I shown you
The places I hide
When I cannot keep carrying
Days out of sync
Sinking
Crushed
By the weight
Of my ego’s distinct
Inclination
To feel itself
Safe
In the warmth
Of the moments
I am not a wraith
When you look upon me
And I cannot escape
From the hold that you have
Over my last embrace

Now decide where you stand
At the end
Of the world
When it’s into oblivion
Forcefully hurled
That we go
With uncertainty
All that we know
But in faith perhaps
Aftermath seeds
We might sow
May they grow
To survive us
In some shape or forms
May they weather the wake
Having borne
Superstorms
To preserve legacy
To surpass our potential
All time and dime
Spent
Wasn’t inconsequential

Forget me
Just let me
Fade into oblivion
I know a million
Plus times
I’ve been living in
Such a concurrent
Divergent
Disgrace
Can’t escape
Inundated
By this dreaded state
It’s the kind
New beginnings
Can’t even suspend
Like a sickness of mind
I cannot comprehend
Only go on pretending
I staunchly still strive
To convince myself otherwise
Try to survive

That further from her
Feeling grows everyday
At the edge of the land
Masses sinking away
We would watch the tides rise
And envelop horizons
Advise them to see it
On more psilocybins
Imbibe culture rich
Criticizing its glitch
And combine our diversities
Into this niche
We would thrive for all time
Within withering woe
Oh I guess only me
Wanted that deep to go

Let’s take a few months
Of this getting to know you
The real me,
You feel me
Explicitly told you
Withholding no side
Of the life I’m about,
Yet despite your acceptance
The lingering doubt
Unexpressed,
Just suppressed
Now you choose to address it
Is not what you want
Anymore
So why press it?
At all
Any further
Your choice is made
Done
I’m just sorry
I’m not what you want,
Not the one

Without markets
It’s darkness
No cable
To spark this
That works
To connect
An anonymous
Marxist
With Cominterns
Burning through
Forest and field
More ideally
Than killing ones
Capital yields

Could never sit still in a class
For five minutes
Now I teach English
Like nobody’s business
It’s vivid, expressive
My content explicit
Colloquial linguistic
Rhymes are sadistic
Prolific retellings
Of history written
Like one death is tragic
But millions? Statistics
Like lyrics as liquid
As Ludacris livid
Ferociously phosphorous
Fury I spit it
As rising sun dragons
To Asia I pivot
But I bury fascists
At level 10’s limit

You think words can’t hurt
Or reign down from the skies
I’ve red little handbooks
That say otherwise
I got history’s vengeance
Packed mean at my side
Cruisin’ free like Zheng He
In that Normandy Tide
Got these war orchestrators
Class consciously mute
Guess these urban invaders
Can’t handle Pan’s flute
In the jungle you feel it
I’m stalking my prey
Scalpin’ tix of head-shavers
From **** CIA
‘Cuz I spy with my eye
A bomb-dropping peace keeper
And wake up the crowd
Like a Soviet sleeper