They say revenge, its own reward
Found at the edge of history
Is best served colder than the war
In discourses of mystery
But tasty nonetheless because the flesh
Is what we bless
And what the West will know as Gilgamesh
If sins of father’s fail to see
That prequel tales of Babylon
Still presage inhumanity

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

Forget the way she made you feel
As mighty as a mountain
Throw away the memories made
Like pennies in a fountain
See her face begin to blur
And fade into the distance
Never reach her rising sun
That powered your resistance
Tell yourself you weren't worth
An ounce of her serenity
Change your mask until she sees
Your ugliest identity
For somewhere in the wilderness
You've both yet to discover
Could perhaps in waiting lie
Each others' truest lover

Be right back
Stealing Christmas
Real quick
I’ll be swift
As a flash
Not a light I’ll let flicker
On trees turned to ash
And I’ll stash the cache deep
In my cavernous lair
And it’s there it will keep
Until I reappear
In the new year
To do it all over again
Upend every tradition
And dollar you spend
On material sentiment
Commodified
As this luxury fetishized  
Marketize lie

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

Haven’t yet missed
Any more opportunities
Just those eluding me
Never discovered
Developed immunities
Foreign to others
Whose ignorance
Shifted
From bedlam
To bliss
As domestically
Terrorists
Click the death wish

So I say again
I haven’t missed
Any chances
To take aim
And place blame
On bandits of bandwidth
Reframing the digital aging
King’s gambits
But can’t reprimand
Can’t command
We clean house
If they’re making us sick
At the click of a mouse

So I reaffirm I
Do not shy
From my duty
Engage civically
But at times
Rather rudely
When only I venture
To censor
The nemesis
Silicon-based
Artificial intelligence  
Clickbait and switch
The code
Ode to dystopian
Cyberpunk’s pulse
To make nervous
The system
And watch it convulse

Always the mind
Of a younger man
Mine
Has become suddenly
A much older one’s
Spine

Citizens
And denizens
Behold the city ruins
Sins
The toxic pit
Of veterans
Overprescribed
Their medicines
Americans
Addictive state
Its own worst enemy
Equate
In theory
Its ideals
Foretold
A sheepish populous
Controlled
And molded by
Their tales of old
The power brokers
Chokehold
Sold
Us all a panacea
To the ills of governed men
Just convince them they are free
Increase the ease
With which they spend

Modern warzone I grew up in
Mom and dad were always yellin’
Got the picture perfect family life
In anger I’m expellin’
And unleashing on the precinct
That distinctly told me no
That kept restricting me to breaking up
With women that I know
Before they turn the kitchen knife around
Come at me with the ****
So she can see if it still beats
But that my love for her was none of it

Slither and writhe
Selflessness
Just contrived
From a selfish
Revolves around me
Sort of mind

In the farthest-flung fringe
A far cry from response
There resides an outsider
Comprised of what haunts
Him, a scribe to his host
To the world
A ghost writer
Askance in his stance
On the evil empire
Exile imposed
On his selfish desire
The ills of his making
Have taken too much
So afflict him with vision
But gift him no brush
For he will just
Depict it
As cognizant dust
As an infinite sorrow
Ephemeral joy
But what else makes a man
Of a scared little boy?

To hell with your virtues
Your muse
Philosophic
Your views are as skewed
As foresight
Is myopic
Your moralist
Rectitude
Principles,
Politics
Shrewd stoic fortitude
Couldn’t quite stop it
No certitude
Pseudo-science
Can preclude
Nor exclusive,
Parochial
Faith
Larger loom
Than the shadow of life
Into death
The abyss
All submits to existence’s
Sisyphus myth

God is just
Existence
Speaking
Temptress of
Addictions
Tweaking
Tweeting ego
Complex
Seeking
Ever more
The sleepless
Counting sheep into the bleakness
Where it reaps
Its phantom tolls
Like holy ghosts
Rewrite the scrolls
In keeping
With traditions
Old as time
Just follow money trails
And find
Divine is not the maker
But the makings
Of the mind

On the verge of total war
When will you people learn
How many children need to die
How many have to burn

Before we raze our flags in peace
From Hiroshima shadows
Instead of hanging all our dreams
From Nagasaki gallows

How can these shores of liberty
With kingdoms in the clouds
Pretend the stars are reachable
Beyond the spangled shrouds

If they see only crowded beaches
Refuse in the wake
Of the rising tides of change
No plastic in the fake

News anchor's melting guise
No right to speak the truth
If it rebels wiser
Than the ignorance of youth

Do we not feel the frigid serpents
Slithering inside our veins
Do we not envision Edens
With our globalizing brains

Are we just mass-consumption plagues
Still digging pre-determined graves
Are we nothing more than pharaohs
Building pyramids of slaves

For I see strength to bend these chains
And I hear courage in these hearts
And I taste hope in lips of love
And I will teach them of these arts

Of all my muses' mysticisms
Of my power's inspiration
I will be the light to guide them
To a human divination

Where the past's no longer present
And the future is my gift to you
For none shall own the history
I've written as it’s coming true

You can read
Whatever you want
In any font
You write your name
May it contain
The pages waiting
On the narrative to change
Upon the ways
Its flags are waving
Over battlefields of graves,
Beneath its shades
Belies the aisles
Mercantile
Sails of slaves
And if we wanted
To improve it
We would have to let them choose,
Even if it means
The winners
Would have nothing left to lose

Still insignificant
Couldn’t have mattered
Could never have felt
What I felt for her shattered
Before me
It all falls apart
On a screen
She believes only evil
Intentions could scheme
To misuse and abuse her
But only I lose
Precious time,
Peace of mind,
And her radical muse
When it changes its tune
With extremes in polarity
Doubts it could work
Due to income disparity
Verity all I have tried
To impart
But to her
There is simply
No love in the heart
Is it just an abyss
Fatalist
All alone
As she wanders and squanders
All place to call home

She’s smooth to the touch
In the bubbling temptation
Elation incontinent
Patience negation
Keep inching in closer
Inspecting her lips
Dripping wet
In the steamy heat
Taste of her kiss
And it’s like we’re infusing
Converging
And urging
A surge of endorphins
Then soulfully merging
I feel what she thinks
And she thinks what I feel
And for her
All the stars in the sky
Would I steal
Just to bathe in serenity
There in my arms
An embrace that so warms
Me up more
To her charms

And that’s when I wrote you
Came right out
And told you
We were just
Reflections
Of similar figments
Our differences
Deeper than people
Of pigments
Upbringing
Diverges
In privileged
And poor
As the middle class
Widens the rift
Even more
What a chore it’s become
To among them
Reside
When a score
Of conquistadors
Seeks to divide
And presiding
Unprecedential
In his crimes
In his locked box
Of docs
In his Fox
Populies
Is the traitor,
The ******,
The racist
Tax fraud
Still enriching
His image
Like profits of God

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

Cease your dream
Wandering
Stagnant
Despondency
Go and forget her
Again in disharmony
Build yourself up
Expectation’s
Gradations
Diminished to ashes
Like self-immolations
And hatred invades
Mental illness pervades
And we wade through
The witch of us
Got the best grades
There’s still slaves
At these raves
And you’re trying to change me
Still people in chains
But you’re trying to save me
Reframe me in some
More idyllic potential
But I only bend
If this ****’s elemental
A level I’ve weathered
Like severed headstone
In empyrean storms
Never further from home
So prescribe,
Analyze,
Rectify
What is flawed
I’m a human conditioned
To be the outlawed
For my presence alone
Lingers on like a clue
And my resonance
Revenants
Still plot the coup

Still finding my medicine
Feasting on sediment
Scratching a living
Off urban development
Much to the detriment
Of my convictions
When my ideals reap
The for-profit afflictions
Infecting my sturdy
Immunity to
The contagion of aging
A dying world view
Stays alive instead not
For more logical ends
But to bend to my will
What the future impends

A humanist thinking these people all equal
Original tops any  
Second rate sequel
And seeks to first understand
How to leak secret plans
Banned from the internet’s
Central core
Banking clans
Signing this peace treaty
Pen in hand everyday
Faded and fated to wait
Half a world away
Chillin’ on villain ambitions
I’ve seen
On the Mad Titan mind-bending
Time-ending
Movie screen

Surrender your claims
Or give in to the thirst
Then relinquish your bearings
For I was here first
And I’ve parted the skies
With a dauntless ascendance
And opened third eyes
With enlightened resplendence
In ages now gone
And unknown to us all
I gave rise to each new breed
Of species to fall
One by one
To the one
I so foolishly gifted
With intellect
Then how the paradigm shifted

Don’t want to relinquish
Creatively spark
To the mentally-taxing
Evasion of darkness
I feel like a carcass
Just fed
Better than
Contradictory’s
Starkest
Disparity
Paradox
Toxins polluting
Utopian blooms
To a tombstone
Of ruins  
Reduced to
The narrowing focus
Priorities
No more recalcitrant
Question authorities
Just have a seat
Keep your hands busy
Eat
Imperfections,
Correct them,
Delete and repeat

Individualist
How you struggle
To coexist
Think yourself
Central
Essential to function
On doses of daily
Devoid of compunction
For lives you have taken,
Time wasted
Encased
In a prism
Reflection
Of cannot relate
To the late
Combined effort,
Collective potential,
Conceptual framework
Of change incremental
Can’t wait for too long
For the others to care
So you tower away
As you let down you hair
But beware
In the dark
We still muse
Of amassing
Within echo chambers
Of poison gas
Masking

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?

Thought I could make
The world
Spin in reverse
Fly as high
As the sky
Becomes void
To immerse
Me in worsening
Crises
And foreign disputes
For the fringes
My dearest
Were cold
Without boots
On the ground
To be forging
The valleys
Of Kandahar
Into the hills
And the heights
Of Abdul-Jabbar
From what afar
Appeared
More like
The Magic
Intentions again
But the hell is paved
Tragic
And grab it and go
Economics
Can’t prosper
If rattling sabers
Continue to posture
Illegally  
Neutralizing
Perceived threat
With a war to forget,
A tank full of regret,
And a silhouette
Setting sun
Empire’s debt

Seed of innovation
Discontentment with my station
With my place
My lot in life
Dissatisfied
A wrong to right
Or opportunity comes knocking
Flickering
Gives way to light

I live with the stains
Past mistakes
On my conscience
And even now bleed
With the greed
Of my prophets
Not lost yet
Though searching
Sustaining
Pursuit
Of the purses
Of suits
And laborious
Fruits
For recursive
Reversion
Reflective
Reboots
Institutions
Mishandled
Dismantled
Since youth
But from root
To rerouting
My satellite orbited
All the exorbitant kingdoms
Deforested
Vastly too much
Of the natural
Progression
Made their own
Built their home
Price this possession
On value
Inherently
Lacking the man
To put into effect
An economy plan
Should the whole
Hulking edifice
Green in its gills
Let the market consume him
And claim what he kills

Suppose I Should have warned you
We're impossible to ****
Composed of paragraphs
Our bodies are
The pages that we fill
And will precede us
For eternity
Preserve a lucid legacy
Remember us
If merely
In the dreams
Of our posterity
To follow free
As avidly
As writers on the storm
Of what we couldn't keep inside
Another captive minute more
and so in paroxysms
Scripted
Extrication from
The norm
An insurrection on
Existence
Indomitable
Resistance
And refused to come with quietly
A voice-suppression system
Raising volumes
Of our voluble
So much to say
But taciturn
Temperament
Defenses
Of the peace
For which we yearn
When turning tides of war within
To galvanize their inspiration
Often sought
But seldom found
Without an inkling's
Inclination
To encrypt it in
Eclipses
Of the cosmic joke's
Ellipsis
And persist in our struggle
To give life
To the unwritten

We could be lonely
Together
Sequestering
Close open wounds
Interminably festering
Leave the world lost
To its doomsday devices
No more counting costs
And considering prices
This rife with
The absence
Of wholeness
Won’t hurt us
Alluring
Distractions
Won’t fully  
Divert us  
Won’t turn us from
Shared
And more personal gains
Won’t be sunny skies
Every day
Chances it rains
On occasion
But we
Would just lay still
And listen
And lazily wake
To the morning dew glisten

I still pen the end
In elusive conclusions
Await to be mated
To lovely illusions
Entombed in her absence
Submerged in the flows
But exhumed from sepulchers
Too grim to expose
So diverged from the path
She prefers it to go
And when she doesn’t answer
No more I need know
Just proceed to my ritual
Silence forlorn
Like she’s already dead
And I can
Never mourn
Just lament the unsaid
Full of dread
She cares not
All these songs in my head
But to play them
Forgot

Yearn to be back
In the vast expanse
Questing
Adventure still beckons
But more second guessing
The longer I stay
In this place of stagnation
That keeps me at pay
Levels meager
But somewhat acceptable
More than I’d make
As a vagabond spectacle

Cast my dominions
To somber
Oblivions
Long to return
To macabre  
Conditions
My patience
Is wearing thin
Yet I keep
Waiting
But counting the seconds
Is so
Aggravating
When you’ve made your peace
Suspend your
Disbelief
Just a little bit longer
You made it
Attained it
A life once elusive
Now you must sustain it
Without overcoming
Your darkest desires
In any way
Sating
Their grave of empires

What becomes of the kingmakers
Need I remind you
Or just allow
They continue to blind you
What masterwork’s
Masterful hands
Master’s hills
Haven’t raised enough prices
And drowned you in bills
Existentially threatened you
Racking up kills
As if hunting’s in season
All year
We’re all deer
And the game’s
An election
All year
To steer clear
Of the history lesson
No no
Might reveal
How the power sustains itself
Through a New Deal

Always the hero
In my own story
I craft greater states
Just to bask in the glory
Of having fed millions
Or starved them the same
I enslave nations just
To preserve my surname
For I came, saw and conquered
Laid claim with a stroke
Of the sword or the pen
Lesser men I have smote
From the history
Victory mine
For all time  
With my sickle, the tithe
I deflower your bride
With my hammer
Devise
Revolutions worldwide

Be they Soviet winters
Or Yankee free trades
Be they fascism cinder’s
Unholy crusades
They all circle back to
Me on top of the graves
To parades in my honor
Yet at your expense
I dispense with fair housing
And build tenements
Whilst enriching my vassals
My castle secured
With a horde of war dogs
At my beck and call
Forge
The steel bent to my will
The wheel spinning the mill
The drill rigging the bill
Becomes law
I instill

In your progeny
Serving me
My private property
Simply livestock market
Panic posterity
Feeding my Titanic
Furnace of industry
Making my products,
My profits, my brand
Stamped upon its collection
Of serfs I command,
Posted signs propagating
Updated newsstand
Bought and sold
By my no more gold standard
Stronghold
Growing old
I suppose
But foreclosing
Still now
So submit to
Depend on me,
Bend the knee,
Bow

Brought my bastion
Packing
With me
Half a world away
No need to build
It over
Better
All attempts
To start
Delayed
No minds remain
Have I not swayed,
No feeble brains
Left to invade
My best endeavoring
To memory,
Eventually
Will fade
For I have made
My bed
My home
My place
On earth
Out of
The grave
And from the cradle
To its breaking
Shell
My body can be laid

The leader will stand
For all into one
The sum of his fears
Is a product of none

He has learned to fight fair
On this life battlefield
With a sword of ideals
And a virtuous shield

He will rise over mountains
Cross river and stream
As he carries the world
While upholding his team

He will sink to the depths
Of the loneliest ocean
A man-of-war captain
On seas of emotion

Beating back pain
Like a ram against waves
His sails painted black
By his treasure horde caves

Where desire was buried
And locked in a chest
When at the world's end
A most selfless behest

Then summoned him from
A Laurentian abyss
Reborn as a dreadnought  
Of true nothingness

Imbued with the force
Of a righteous typhoon
Commanding the tide
With his purpose-full moon

To glow as a beacon
A lighthouse of hope
For the stars yet to see
Through his telescope

Beyond space and time
Past nuclear fusions
Celestial beings
And cosmic illusions

To find that within
Is the energy source
To channel this power
And rewrite its course

For the leader has done this
He's doing it now
Tasked with the honor
Of showing them how

Senescence in dissonance
Vanishing empathy
Shadow peripheries
Routine
Is sanctity
Memory
Failing me
Try as I might
To prevail
Something ailing me
Veiled
In impermanence
Desperate to last
As if rest of our lives
Before eyes
Hasn’t flashed
Past already
It’s heavy
The burden of knowing
The growing pain
Slows
When you cease
Undergoing
Imperative change
To the honeymoon
Phase
And with one simple phrase
Until death’s
How it stays

September skies
My eye belies
As everything seems more alive
When surely this
Capricious season’s
Mild nature’s
Rhyme and reason
Here can be
All far too fleeting
Leaving us
In winter’s thralls
Of sentimental
Deck the halls
As cold and gray
As any day
Of existentialist decay

Always wallow
Ever wither
I am underneath
The winter
Soldiering
Like lonely snowmen
Thinking of the graves
Below them
Frozen in
How long I’ve known this
Predisposed to cold
Immersed
My killer instinct
Nature lurks
How hard to keep repressed
It works
To seal within
An icy fortress
My most
Predatory
Portraits

The seconds are wasting
And here I am chasing
A date with desire
So seldom embracing
At once what I felt
For the hand I’d been dealt
In her hand
I can’t handle
The heat
As I melt

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

Of sheep there are many
Of shepherds too few
Of wolves there are plenty
Of lions a slew  
Yet still only one
Whose pride rock is true
The prodigal sun
All creatures look to
For their chance to see
The earth from his view
So they can be free
From this cage in a zoo

The longest goodbye
The most longing to die
I have ever considered
The flowers have withered
And soon enough die
Upon hitherto
No more embrace
We can trust
We just give in
Forgive
And just feel the love
Rust
And like that
She is gone
I keep trying
I fail
Can’t avail
Me enough
And whatever becomes of us
I will still
Wanderlust
Wondering why
Does it hurt
To alive
And return to eternity’s
Longest goodbye…

Memories sanctified
Can’t lose connection
When reveries tranquilized
Since its inception
Before it was only
Alone in the night
Though enlightened
But frightened
The words I would write
Illustrated
All manner of ways
I had dated
But never this stage
Or this phase
Could seem fated
And still when the seemingly
Meant to be
Blinds me
Its years in the making
Relationships
Guide me
To doesn’t seem
Forced
Or rehearsed,
Inorganic
Just being with one
The without
Starts to panic

Makeshift machines
Making me
Out of touch
With a touchscreen reality
In my palm’s clutch