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get in the mood
works better when I'm alone
the kitchen needs to be clean
I need a coffee
I must smoke
excuses to be found
all around
bound to float without a destination
on the wings of some peculiar sensation
offline
it's as if words are not meant to be written
as long as I'm smitten by repetition
I forgot to write
line by line
out of practice

the gnome sitting on  my back
whispers that I'm tired
throwing me offtrack
I'm hot, the wind blows
I'm cold, the Sun shines
I'm neutral, my mind rushes
not good enough, concentrate
elevate the way you think
lift the veil, unveil the demons
that lurk within
prepare a feast worthy of kings
see if the offerings pleases
reap the benefits
out of context
context
meaning
convey emotions
poetry, what's it really about?

roll another cigarette
drink another coffee
find more excuses to whine about
while writing nothing at all
dig, keep on digging
dig your own grave
lament how you've become a ghost
trapped in visions of the past
how these will outlast
your shiny and glowing being
write nothing, keep them all
in your mind
be blind, see magnificently crafted rhymes
be mute, shout words melting into lines
be deaf, hear the melody of your words
caught in the lines above
trying to figure out what fits
and breaks the monotony
of the absurd
so boring-
perhaps reality has a stronger grip
than I like to admit
while my mind enjoys ideas
flesh begets flesh
and you can't really live
by manufacturing halfy chewed
and then spat chunks of trash wisdom
-
sometimes I starve for paper
while imagining myself in the arms
of my muse
-
that's it, you've written some words
pat yourself on the back
go to sleep
wake up and get lost in patterns
come again
start complaining
The sunshine blazes through the window panes
This brilliant mind
Shall show how it is brilliantly insane.
To be normal can be a kick
However, being crazy is quite colorful
When one has a group to share the mental offtrack with.
A bunch of loonies to make the day beautiful.
Lose your mind.
Let yourself go.
Have some fun.
Dance, crazily, in the snows.
Waltz in the rains
Turn up the music...
Now, it is my time to let myself go..
My mind loosens up
Fun and cheers to the Fun and The Insane.
Fifth commandment breached regularly
epidemic of gun violence in America
bullets fly, scream and tear into flesh
senseless rampant mass killings
rip across fabric of society
buzzfeeding, jump/kickstarting,
paradigm of mortality.

Since January first
two thousand and twenty three
countless innocent people lost lives
deliberately, yet randomly targeted
shot dead at point blank range
merely going about
their ordinary business.

No clear cut motive nor profile
delineates active shooter(s),
who could be either (or any) gender
and range in age
from grade school to septuagenarian.

The latest homicides woo,
and appease the grim reaper,
where gunman(men)/women slew
***** deeds done dirt cheap
many baker's dozen innocent people
unknowingly and unwittingly drew
(rather gurgled) their last breath
choking on splintered blood vessels
beckoning, issuing, and twittering minimal
horrific animal primal gasps and groans.

Adversarial criminal minds
finds yours truly to interject
reasonable parenthetical rhyme without reason,
thus I temporarily tack tangentially offtrack
with cogent concise contemplation
to extemporize, lyricize, and soliloquize
brutal nasty senselessness
perpetrated courtesy fearsome
half cocked pistol packing maniacs,
whereby evils unrelentingly replaying nightmare
(exceeding cruelty by magnitudes administered

courtesy rocky horror picture show)
of gruesome carnage broadcast across
social media platforms
of killing fields anew,
in the minds of those unfortunate souls
who bear witness to deadly crime,
where odd stark juxtaposition
elicit skeletal goldenrods yellowed stalks
adrip with morning mountain dew
encompassing fresh footprints,
where berserk humans

prowling in the tall grass
(them of naked ape infamous
zoological niche) lately trod
in search of human prey
welcomed unsuspecting killer(s) true
colors transformed into hideous monsters
predictably soothing savage beasts
undertakers grisly task patching
shredded bodies after homicidal maniac
fired bullet(s) setting corpse
recalibrating counting queue.

As month one of new year
(according to Chinese tradition
water rabbit constitutes animal de jure)
allows, enables, and provides
brisk business for crematoriums
or funeral parlors.

Whether native American citizen
or foreigner (perchance student) slain
survivors bereave and issue final adieu,
whether gentile nor Jew,
perhaps including
child named Caillou
instantaneously slain, who
knew
not what felled them
engrossed amidst social ballyhoo

ex post facto registering grievous hue
pallbearers accentuating somber view
eclipsing most recent prior massacres
similar to previous you
ululations reverberate yesterday's sorrows
without handy dandy blue's clue
lame motive explaining
cold blooded slaughter
vis a vis unsurprising discover re:
firearms Jane/ John Q.

Public kept stashed loaded, deployed...
guns up the kazoo
cocked, gauged, primed...
for unleaded opportunity
to unleash barrage
invariable generating hullabaloo
to curb ****** violence
trumpeting predictable brew
ha ha alloyed against National
Rifle Association almighty

elephant in the room courtesy hathi howdah  
supported lobbyist's motley crew
(think three ring circus)
versus increased uproar
protesters chorus nearly few
tile opposition pitted grand Poobah
despite alarming statistics shew
plus increasing fresh gravesites dug
amidst freshly mowed fescue
attesting to wanton shell shocked
headlines indiscriminate brew

tilly assaulting sensibilities
without rhyme nor reason
yet, yours truly doth boo
leave rampant hatred
directly linkedin to
former "FAKE" commander in chief,
(biden his time as patient hunter)
whose acrid, horrid, rabid vitriol
still darkly colors political hue
man gushing ****** fountainhead few

ming and appreciable frothing
lathers up right wing supremacists
greenlighting smoldering new
bile radicals hot headed
volatile mindset whereby
self anointed anarchistic Guru
possibly fuels global warming
evidenced by displaced Inuits
flooding courtesy melting igloo.

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