Everyone’s so averse to solitude
But madness is more of a perpetual state
for me
Just varies in
Severities
And barely
Even
Scares me
Anymore
I’m more abnormal now
Aborted my ambition
And create instead
A battleground

We are one god together
Your anger
Comes from places of good
Intentions
Freedom isn’t free
But it should be
No?
The tech kids are on us
The technoids
Supply us
I’m no villain
But it’s fun
To pretend to be one
Sometimes
Been singing it long since
I found you
Unbound you
How alone
That I really was
Hung on the phone
But I wrote of the dirges,
The scourges
Of passion
And somehow
You heard them,
And took to their fashion
Despite how it clashed
With the outfitted
Madness
The first thought
To pop
In my head
An old adage
Went something like
She wasn’t meant to be
Waves at the sea
Wasn’t meant to be you
Wasn’t meant to be me
Couldn’t see
Every
In the unity beam
Nor as high
As my smoldering wings
Carried me
There was her
There was him
There was light-dimming
Din
Resonance
In the fading of timeless
Again
There was kings
There was queens
There was ambient
Fiends
There were beings
Redeeming
My fatalist fates
In the face of believing
And then intervening
To herald my victory
Triumphant
Eulogy
Proud to be falling
In love with serenity
Dare as I
Bold as the
Erinyes
Bearing me
Sharing my mystery
Glimpse of infinity
With what remembrance’s
Remnants
Remain
In the current rendition’s
Revisionist page

A wrathful
Shameful
Sordid soul
My sole objective
Lose control
No goal I haven’t yet
Achieved
Except forget her face
Aggrieved
When my temptation
Can’t resist
Alluring me into the midst
Of dissolution’s
Weather vane
I wither in
The acid rain
And can’t contain
The desert thirsting
Don’t come closer
Bubble bursting
Worst of all
My uses few
Eschew from trying
Something new
If all it costs
Is gainful time
Another daily
Nickel
Dime

We’re all a little mad in here
Inside the rhyming riddle realm
Where ravens are like writing desks
And jibber jabberwockies dwell
In incoherent babble
Metaphysically poetry
Identities in crisis
Heads will roll
As we let go of me
In search of wonderlands
Preserving childhood naiveté
The most peculiar dreams
Have come to party over tales and tea

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

Haven’t had time
Been deprived
Of the kind
Of catharsis
My heart is
To trash bins consigned
It would just be impractical
Revenue squandered,
Instead I scheme how to make
Money more laundered
Go longer into
The approaching end
Game
And victorious
Finally
My throne to claim
Will be lonely as ever
A crown of dead weight
Barely ruling myself
In a court desolate

Urban desolation
From the decades
Of decay
An urchin nation
Of unhoused
Frustration’s
Homeless
Take home pay
In layman’s terms
Cannot be turned
Into a ghetto
Of the fascists
Lest the sewer rats
And gators
Reinstate
Their Alcatraz’s
Yet imagine such a world
Where only people
Need unite
And the dehumanizing
Rhetoric
Need not so often write
Whatever partisan
Pretensions
Still rebranded
On display
Mutually
Assure destruction
Desolation
And decay

And words give way
To waves
Give way
To worlds
Give way to graves
And we are all together
Digging
Deeper
Living
In our caves
Just facing out across
The bluest
Of expanses
One could dream
But seldom looking
Back the other way
Unless upon a screen

Lean up against the wall
And wait
Someone will be along
To state
Sooner or later
What they make
Themselves appear to be
Awake
But I’m aware
The only one
Who’s really in here
Having fun

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

Irrelevant to anything
And relative to everything
Irreverent and vengeful
I just let vendettas fester
Irrespective of the damage
That it does,
Leaves me a specter
Of intuitive  
Construed
As disapproval
Of the members
Of society
Dismembered
From futility attempts
To settle conflicts,
But engendered
Is this neutral and submissive
Craving orderly
Pretense
But still regardless
Never shown
And never known
My true intents

All the realms of insanity
I’d sooner tread
Than be lost
In accosting
Immutable dread
For a shred of my dignity
Left to preserve
When the world
In its turning
Is malcontent verve
Wishing ill
On another
A massacre
Fracture
A captured
Caged-animal’s
Faithless
Enrapture
Encompass me
Weak
In conceit
Self-deceit
And expose my undoing
Like red upon wheat

Can do
Almost anything now
For a profit
The older I get
The less likely
I stop it
This urge
To encourage
The remonstrance
Resonance
Counter-intelligence
Twisted
Its gifted
Most fervent
Resistance
Enlisting in
Anthropomorphic
Existence

Sitting in
On the these meetings
We have to stop kidding ourselves
There is meaning
Just rhyme without reason
So force me to plan
There’s no time of the season
Returning their land

Try to keep me from my students
I’ll be back with retribution
Execute
My education
Like an edifice
From ruin
For consumed
In long entombed
Devoid of purpose
I collapse
Without a point
Through which to put it
On this page
Within my grasp
I am aghast,
Must teach the class
That this divides us from the beasts
But has the power
To unite us
As a species that can speak

When reaching the brink
Take a step back and stare
At the rest of the world
To remind me to care
A bit less
About frivolous nonsense at work
One more email detail
That I miss
Isn’t worth
The discouraged,
Demoralized,
Downright
Defeatist
Default to disdain
For these office elitists
When it
Isn’t perfectly preened,
Polished etiquette
Judgment and drudgery
Dress-rehearsed rhetoric
Better yet
Let me explain
My mistakes
At a pace
All too hasty
And cutting the brakes
On the full speed ahead
Destination soon dead
And the tire treads’
Only distraction
Is dread
That I’m digging my grave
Where I’m building my home,
That I’m going in circles
Where I used to roam

Keep them all compiled
Secret files
Filed far away
Collection of my written work
The words I'd never say
And couldn't possibly articulate
In more profound a way
Than some I guess
Poetic mess
No right-mind artist
Would display

Plague pervades
In your trans mission  
Whole world burns
In my ignition
****** crows
Have unbecoming
Portents of
A malice mumbling
Numbing
Death is sweeter whence
The senses drenched
In effulgence
Where victory still stains my blade
In history’s
Enslavement trade
And bade the vanquished
Anecdotal
Frozen shadows
Of Chernobyl
Therein lies
Perfection’s ruin
Too much idealizing
Human
Idolizing idle tyrants
Prone to thrones
Imposing violence
Silent in the face
Of doom
I am the sickle’s sonic boom
This is my voice of treason’s
Tomb

Undoubtedly real
Just can’t make it here
And ending up
Back on the streets
Is my fear
Weary-wandering
Squandered
My last tachyon
Of potential
Resentment incarnate
To her
Detrimental
Eventually
Anchored to love’s
Codependency
Pulling the petals of lust
Incrementally
Just a few thoughts
Inescapably
Lingering
Confidence slain where it stands
And I’m hindering
Any constructive
Deduction
Mistaken
Like prodigal sons
Of the oneness
Forsaken

Doesn’t seem to make sense
Why is anyone tense
Can we not just relax
And omit the pretense
Just admit
We are flawed
Some of us
Above law
As the others below
Long ago
Made our peace
But it speaks of injustice
And hushes its streets
Is inured
To succumbing
Insured
Against loss
And desensitized
Genocide
Keeps you addicted  
Submitted,
Subdued
In their ruse
You’re enlisted
So march
Soldier on
To recurring mistake
Let your pride
In our homicide
Rate
Make us great

Running so far
And hard
Hitting the trenches so hard
For a living
In service
To purposeless
Since the beginning
By practically
Shaping
Ideas into forms
Gone as I
Can surmise
Was the source
Of her scorn
Wounds will not cauterize
When one actively healing
The other
Bleeds out
Every ounce of sincerity
Cannot amount
To apology
Eulogy
Ever my words
Have meant but
Incredulity
Like singing birds
Go unheard
Nothing new to me
In the ensuing
Routinely
Bombarding
Accruing
The losses
And with them
Departing
The battlefield
Having secured
Lasting peace
In which horrors of war
Can so restlessly sleep

Excluded to me
Only one who sees
Wrong
Ever has our approach been
So flawed all along
So few willing to change
Reevaluate courses
Of action we take
Can’t unmake
The creationist’s stance
Just evolve
To sustain in the acid rain
Storm we dissolve
Or we starve
Carven stone
Of our monument reads
But a testament to
Our insatiable greed

Put all these languages
Into my own
Yet still can’t seem to find
The right words
That have shown
What she means to me
Meant to be
Not ascertained
But intuited
Nonetheless
Just unexplained
How it falls into place
How for thirty plus years
Unaware of her face
Now I see it in waking
In dreaming
Embracing
Perhaps the remainder
Of no more retracing
My steps
When the next
Foot in front of me
Guides me
To her course correct

You’ll never be one
When you’re grounded,
Divided
And bound in the chains
Of the masters providing
Supply-sided voodoo illusions
Of choice
And invisible hands
Puppeteering your voice
The split-faction distractions
Stagnating the nation
The meds in your heads
Aggravating your hatred
Awaiting your saviors
To say what you feel
As you’re bent to the will
Of the ubermensch steel
But the realest idealists
Are up here with me
And forever we muse
Of the truth
LSD

Vengeance or justice
A thinning blue line
They mete it out
Dole it out
Punish the crime
Keep us safe
Keep us facing
The wall
In disgrace
Like we’re already guilty
But make no mistake
They are just the slave-catchers
The shackles and chains
Their immunity
Qualified
By the bloodstains
On the pavement,
The backpacks,
The halls of our homes
And their failure
To serve
And protect us
Arose
From systemically racist
Agendas
And schemes
To be for-profit prison’s
Enforcement machines

Mortality is my employ
Morbidity I do enjoy
Dying just to hear them speak
Lifeless just like them I seek
Another cause of death unknown
To but a corpse of skin and bone
Examining these open wounds
With patience in my waiting tombs
Marking multiple locations
Here and there, these lacerations
Trauma to the fractured skull
Damaged by the voided null
Bound and gagged, the hands and throat
Then who I wonder wrote the note
It speaks of pain and pleasured grief
How all of it the pen bequeathed
Before the overdose resurgence
Suicidal peace emergence  
Body bags unzipped to see
The recently deceased is me

Stock cars crashed
Driving debt thrashed
Our urban decaying
Poor middle class
Left to rot
By Goldman Sachs
An evil plot
Inflation stacks
Gouged and slashed
By price whip cracks
That lashed
A housing bubble
Popped and cashed
In manufactured  
Congress acts
Only fractured
Breaks in tax
For the matador contacts
Bail out the stashed
Credit attacks
Even though they swung the axe
Of industry
Complex contracts
And bills are passed
Just as fast  
As their demands
Supply no dime of wealth
Back to our hands
No time for health
Or jobs
Or dreams
Or any of the in-betweens
Put all that last
Kick back, relax
Atop your new world order caste
Yet at the bottom of a gap
So vast
Is where we gather now
Amassed
Asking how
We are
The Crashed

Now cackle and crackle
Cold space is my castle
Enrapture me Violet
And Amber my brides
My crimson allure
To their talons as knives
To the woods in my eyes
To my sovereign command
Of the dark lullabies

I’m the 10th of the 9
I’m the Morgoth of mind
And my equals and I
Have long darkened the sky
With the engines of war-
Profiteering skewed boar
With the pride of our kin
And the roar of the shore

We want more out of life
For we’ve seen how it grows
We think first human, write
And then teach me your prose
But we know such a tale
Needs a villain to turn
Every page this kid’s
Teaching itself how to learn
How to best the dread dragon
With money to burn

Think of a way
Of restating
The obvious
More captivating
The awe-stricken
Audience
With a more personal,
Visceral
Form
From a gloom-ridden,
Tomb-bidden
Womb it is born
And exhuming its
Daily death wish
Is a chore
Willfully I oblige
To provide you with more

It’s there when I need It
To forge into steel
The impervious tumult
Exultant I feel  
From the bowels of misery
Dregs of despair
From oblivion’s shadow self
Shrieking nightmare
Indomitable nature
Contained in the shred
Then extreme pressure
Pounds it
To unbridled dread
And impending doom
Drums
Like the thunderbolt
Stuns
And for powers that be
Or kids playing with guns
It becomes what awakens
And reaps ever-sleep
And for overlords weeping
Their demons as deep
It shall keep vivifying,
Reviving,
Igniting
Expressing itself
Like the muses alighting
And then
The crescendo,
The denouement drops
And forever the flow
Of its force never stops
Breaking down
The eternal fear’s
Molten blade mold
And it sharpens its bite
On god killers of old
Now embolden the brush
And the pen
And the mic
Then profess its soul stainless
Unto the last night

I am the dungeon-est
Crab
Random bag
That you grab
When indifference
To existence
Is a hit,
A pull,
A drag
We can’t be all
Devoid of meaning
Surely reason
In believing
Am I wrong?
But what is right?
Who is to say?
I merely write

Until suns rising over
Eternity
Beckon
Inclined will I be
To advise
Its progression
To oversee yield
Without chain gangs afield
Without hangman’s
Majority
Whiplash to wield
And devoid of its
Noblest hypocrisy
Gaining
At others’ expense
Do their coffers containing
Your brains
Keep expunging and plunging
Them
Clogging your drains
From domain names
Of new world
Disorder
In veins
As it even now profits
More off
Your remains

Remember
We censor them too
Through the screens
Satirizing
And lionizing
The machines
That have codified
History’s
Dissident screams
Surreptitiously
Silenced
Yet echoing themes
Of more radical
Violence
Inflicted to quell
Such repellent invasions
Of interconnected
Manchurian agents
From somewhere external
Hard drive
Or internal
Disservices
Revenue
Revenants’
Journal
Is purged
From the room
And the record
Expunged
But the text is eternal
When wechat
Among
Our unruly, yet orderly
Disciplined minds
Turn the weapons they’ve formed
Against us
Into crimes
Because no one can hide
Their free speech
From the markets
And we can Biden to its
Capitol’s carcass
Or Trump card the world
Like a billionaire Marxist
Unplugged from the shrug
And suggest me a drug  
Is the microprocessor
Encrypting the bug

Bury
The verity
Flowers on graves
Are like coffins
Of cargo
Containers of slaves
And the heroes
Have vacated
Privatized shores
And the product
Keeps pushing down
No-knocking doors
And the wars
Are a whirlwind
Of feeds
On repeat
Leading us to believe
That the truth is a tweet

Not just the absence of light
It’s much worse
An inhabited netherworld
Feel it immerse
You in lonely, forlorn
Raging storms
Of despair
Impecunious
Broken hopes
Beyond repair
To awake
The nightmare
And to dream
The escape
From desertification
You can’t cultivate
A thirst you can not sate
No, despite how the torrential
Rains inundate
The virulent,
Unruliest
Throngs of diseased
Masses begging
And praying
On prostrated knees
The gods still send their plagues
Further north from the jungle
As millions enslaved
Still
To climate-change hunger
Succumb to the rumbling of tummies
Imploding
The bloating unsightly
An air of foreboding
Still looms over me
Not a cloud in the sky
And when blinding
The sun in it
Opens my eyes
To a scenery
Stretching and rolling
Serenely
I can’t help but stare
And at peace
Give a sigh
I suppose there are places
Much worse
I could die

Don’t let me go
Get me crazily talking  
About the impossible future
We’re walking
The path of the wayward souls
Reaper is stalking
The warmongers’ hordes
Are so liberally
Hawking
Incessantly squawking
Gets nothing
But old
Every tech exec’s
Former morality
Sold
So don’t shift me
So swiftly
Back to my opponent’s
Preferred
Most expedient truth
In the moment
For mine
Is in rhyme
Out of timeless
An omen
And showmen
Beholden
Invisible hands
Have all folded
Theirs filled
With supplies
My demands
To compliantly
Privately
Master the plans
The grand scheme of things’
Theory strings’
Recognized
Brands
Come to shambles again
No more vaults to defend
No ignoble stock
Options
They’d have left to spend

Disconnected
Let it set in
Icy silence
And disdain
But you’re forgetting
Who keeps roofs atop
Your drowning in the rain
Go on believing
Shelter simply is
A promise you can break
And with your sideshow
Succubi, belie
The happiness you fake
I’m done pretending,
Over chasing,
Finished clinging
To delusion
Just return to me what’s owed
Before it’s more than games you’re losing

This is Life
Need I remind you
Yet again to flick the switch
And kick the wicked witch’s
Fix, not an addiction
Just a *****
You can’t resist
So go on wishy-washing,
Claiming its depression
Let them crocodile tears
Keep shedding
Serpentine confession

It’s your precious time,
Not mine
And it’s your poor
Productive mind
To waste
On Disney’s ***** dream
Your full potential
All amounts to
Getting on your knees to clean
All but your act,
Because you lack
The courage
To confront the fact
There is no god of yours
Except when I
Demand you pay it back

It’s like everyone’s sick,
Or undead,
Barely living
Just breathing
Deceiving
Themselves
To forgiving
Forgettable  
Unfair elections
Regrettable
Methheads
To offset injections,
Untenable
Debt ceiling heavens
And credible threats
Weaponizing infections
Depressions
Far Greater
Than history lessons’
Most glaringly obvious
Tact of oppression’s
False flag
To enact
The unlawful tax bill
By the black-citing,
White lying
House on the hill
And a fact-averse
Bad actor
Labor unskilled
Like a fascist mask
Slash and burn
Axe in Brazil
The fell deeds
Felling trees
With the breeze
In his speech
Still releasing the kraken-like  
Corporate state’s
Global outreach
Over-preaching
Beseeching
The sheepish
To carry on sleeping
In late
And en masse
Do not gather
But rather
Look past
The gas chambers
Aghast,
Past the neighbors’
Kids torn
From their safe passage
Grasp
And the captor?
Another disaster
Enraptured
The market crash,
Mattress cash,
Ashes fall after
And then comes
The blast from the past
When the master,
Producing mass slaves
Can not sell them their own
Waking graves
Any faster

Watch the angels drop like flies
Olympus gods reclaim these skies
Reveal your furies’ fate irate
Your democratic nation state
The fairest warrior of wisdom’s
Goddess grace this city hill
In musing pupils of Apollo’s
Artemisian killing skill

Illusory solace
Is sadness at peace
Though some shred of subversion
I’ve yet to unleash
In its rabid
Hysteria
Yearns to be free
But society
Renders it
Tranquility
For contenders to thrones
Highly coveted
Cling
To a power
Imbalance
Not fit for a king
They would sooner see fear
Run amok
In the streets
And appease its bloodlust
By the number of seats
That their side of the
I’ll
Serve merely
Myself
Or the party,
The lobby,
The way of the belt

And now
All that’s left
Is to think
And to choose
How we liberal
Idealists
Can ignite the fuse
How we took two together
And made them engage
How we sparked curiosity’s
Discipline blade
How the purist
Of privilege
Could all come together
Discuss it,
Debate it
And make it all better
The logic and reason
Prevails
Over ails
And the ancient philosophy
Still never fails

I guess I’ve not written it
All of us living
In prisons
Been giving it
More than a second thought
Crime
I’m reliving it
Living in times
Where the country
Is dying inside
A transition
From freedom to tyranny’s
Trite
Repetition
Again the same playbook
Dismantle the government
Double misspeaking
It’s they who are running it
Straight into private
Conflictual interests
All at your expense
And yet…
None of your business…

Reputation precedes me
Proceeding to please
With perfunctory effort
And optimal ease
I relieve you of duty
And duly note when
You assign me a task
And a time to hit send
And my record yet
Still undefeated
But benched
Temporarily
Permanent role
Method acting entrenched
Yet I’d sit here all day
Representing my squad
Though my cause
All works out
I’m still tragically flawed

Sever synapses
Themselves
Or take heed
That deep frying
The circuitry
Amplifies
Greed
In a world
Where monopolists
Still rig the game
And their brands
Build the boardwalks
And jails
To detain
In a blackout
Of hunger
And thirst
To reclaim
A more clarified sense
Of exigency’s
Belly
When starved for attention
Like some
Megyn Kelly
But ultimately
We’re all *******
And warring
And boring
Ourselves
To a blissful
Oblivion
Entering
Wealthy
Or peasantry
Synonym
Judged before
Faced with eternity
Swimming in
One cataclysm
More costly
Than last
If we still fail
The basic exams
Of the past

In spartan conditions
Inured to privation
In bountiful plenty
I opt for starvation
Been waiting on angels
To cradle my grave
Like a craven
Still craving
A lover to save
Me from clutches of loss
And the jaws of defeat
From the dissatisfaction
Pursuing elite
Living standards
Can’t stand
To compare
My despair
With their lucrative lassitude
Classist career
If I wanted it genuine
I’d disappear
Yet again
Go pretend,
That I can
Belong here
There was no place for me
Since I crawled from the ooze
And confused
Evolution
With gods it alludes to

Now I can really
Stop caring
Thread baring
Regaining
My bearings
Imbalanced
Repairing
The damage I’ve done
Open wounds I’ve inflicted
The monster I’ve been
In my skin
Self-afflicted

And one day soon
Hence
You will get your
Comeuppance
Your tongue-biting
Sycophants
Stay their reluctance
To mutiny
23 times
Run you through
As across senate floors
Your blood pours
Into view

Always sneaking away
In his little
Man cave
The man-made
Powerless
By transcending the grave
When it dawns on him
Fled from his
Failed escapade
From corrupt repercussions
Too hushed to be saved
From the mortal sins
None but the rich
Can attain  
Through religions sustaining
Indulgence’s gain
There is no more escape
No facade-costumed rave
No more corridors,
Fortresses,
Fortunes
And fame
Just the people
Protesting
Too long in his nesting
Atop where they toil
Too much of their blood
Has he spilled in the soil
And watered his verdant
Palatial complexes
With greed at the heart
Of his god
Of excesses

Though what you aspire
To be
Isn’t much
More than what you
Desired to
Serve as the crutch
Props you up
At the end of days
All in the thralls
Of finality
Keep holding on
As the walls
Closing in
To diminish
The outer appearance
And render you
Bending to
Internal spirits
Extending their hand
To the one it’s been dealt
As if it could be held,
Could be felt
By itself