A silkworm burrows through the building
creating narrow passages for the many to follow.
A path designed to teach them how to live,
as it slithers through each hallway
it spews out gray compost for the people to thrive on.

Mindlessly this creature repeats it's pattern knowing no better;
each corridor the same blend of dreadful and brain dead.
Beneath it the muddled mix of moss green and **** brown tiles
symmetrical caverns line it's domain as feeding homes for the children.

Third stage monstrosities recycle what they have ate for the young
what they seek is what they are losing the longer they feast.
Their lust for creativity and a sense of humanity fades with each nibble
minds that were ever able of change become part of the cycle.

Ripe with potential until swallowed by the worm
losing their limbs: Hands that could have sculpted new halls,
feet that could have spread the news "to escape while you can",
and their minds for the future can only relish in repetition .

They themselves become part of the system of life--
where rotten fruits of thought are absorbed and digested by all.
The struggle for survival of the fittest
becomes the fight to find your own knowledge,
keeping your mind fresh and alive.

~for my students

Beginning a new semester
once again I encounter
bright, thoughtless faces
staring at me as if
I were a curious, irrelevant
antiquity from a museum
they don't wish to visit.
The earth is fresh to them
and they are unbruised,
for a little while yet,
by the unforgiving realities
that life must provide.
I shuffle papers and make
solemn pronouncements
about the beauty of learning.
They yawn and ******
the ubiquitous cell-phones
I have so cruelly
ordered turned off.
I no longer envy them
their youth or their future.
They remind me of pigeons
ready to be plucked.

I am tempted to tell them
the  necessary brutal truths:
half their marriages
will end in anger and divorce,
others will drag on in despair;
there is no such thing
as true love forever and ever;
the jobs they dream of will
mostly be empty and boring
and obsolete in short order;
the corporations and the usurers
have already captured the world;
that the earth is poisoned
and dying a slow, certain death;
how there are no more secrets
and the government may now legally
read their texts and emails,
listen to their conversations
and learn down to the last moan
even how and with whom
they make love;
that there will be more
than just rumors of war
and they will have to pay for them
in blood, loss and treasure;
that God is otherwise occupied
murdering children in the middle-east;
that we have utterly failed them.

But I don't, of course.
They wouldn't hear me if I tried.
******, weeping holocaust
that it has always been,
the world must be rediscovered
by every shiny, new generation.
Mentally wishing them luck,
I do my job, stick to the syllabus,
say a prayer for their possibilities,
turn it all over to them, smile,
and continue to pretend.
  - mce

I attend classes in a black hole that was specified for some strange form of learning that promotes negativity and speaks of no past and no future but simply present yet devoid of meaning and spun together by the hour and minute hands of space that will tick and spin and tick and spin and tick and spin in limbo until the end of time and until the end of limbo so everything will cease to exist except the black nothingness and lack of a limbo to tick in thereof which actually isn’t black nothingness at all because if the nothingness exists then it by definition is not nothingness due to the fact that nothing is nothing but nothing is also something at the same time which is quite puzzling but when the outer shell of the idea is stripped away and the core meaning and thought process are taken into consideration then you’ll realize that the human race and all of it’s stupid little emotions run a fairly linear path in comparison to a situation such as this because we and all of our stupid little emotions are literally meaningless to the universe and we are nothing to it and yet we exist for unexplained reasons so we are what we truly fear the most and we are what eats the beauty of our galaxy and we are what drinks the blood of the angels and demons that tap dance in the back of the human mind and at the ends of every ***** finger that strokes church pews and the faces of other gods and dear gods and other gods we are your legacy that has burned itself to the illegitimate ground and like cuts upon your holy wrists and books we as your sons and daughters challenge you to climb down from the clouds and see what has been done to your lovely earth that has now been bathed in corruption and turned into chaos by the very idea of that which we find salvation in because honestly i bet it would feel a lot like looking in a mirror made of every prayer and every lie that you’ve ever ignored and yet these liars and these people still search their souls for meaning and devote their lives to your name bound in black ink and blood when deep down past every single ******* confession and every single plea for purity speaking to you is like speaking to a wall harboring pictures of your kingdom and paintings of your minions carrying out every last command from their textbooks and their fictions to bring forth a new day of peace and love while your sinners run the world and tear their houses away from yours so they can do what must be done with speeches and not your ever controlling will because you move your pawns as if they’re all presidents of something when they can’t even move two steps forward unless you cheat and you of all beings should at least try to start realizing that there’s no exceptions when you’re staring into a black hole filled with beautiful and stupid faces waiting for your next move to push us further into the singularity.

हाब लावां मा खालामनो
सानखो नोँ फिसाफोरखौ?
गासैबो बेखार
जाजोबथारबाय माथो।
साब्रै गाहाम।
- गोरिबलै आदा।
मा खालामनो?
थाव- संख्रि फानलुआवनो
थांजोबथारो गासैबो।
- हाब लावां नोँ बेबादि।
सानफ्रामबो लोङो जायो
नोङो।
माब्लानिफ्राय
थाव- संख्रि फानलु
बायफेरखो नोँलाय?
हिनजावआनो सानफ्रामबो
दखना रोबै फिसि फिसि
मोदैजोँ गोलोमदैजोँ
संसार सालायगासिनो।
लाजियाखिसै नोँ?
- आं उन्दैसिनखौ एबाराव
फोरोँसिगोनलै आदा।
- दे दे, मोजाङै फोरोँ।
सरकारा गोरिब
गुन्द्राफोरनि थाखाय
बेसे मोजां गामियावनो
रां नाङा मा नाङा स्कुल
खुलिना होदोँ।
नोँहा मेगन थानानैबो
फिसाफोरखौ रोनाव
होदोँ।
मोना मोना हरना- गुना
अन्थाइ जोथ्रोदनोल'
रोँसिगौ नोँ।
- जाबायलै आदा।
जाबाय।
उन्दैसिनखौ
हामथि दुमथि
फोरोँसिगोन आं।
इंराजि मेडियामआवसो
माथो लिटार लानो
हालायो।
- मा लिटार बेलाय?
- बुरजा नाम्बार
मोन्नायखौ बुङोब्रा
आदा।
लिटार।
- हा: हा: हा:।
लिटार होनालै फंबाय।
लेर्टा।
लेर्टा होन्ना बुं।
- हे: हे: हे:।
जोँ जौ लोँनायाव
लिटारखौनो बुङो।
बिदिब्ला जोँना जौ
लोँनायाव इंराजि
रायज्लायनाया जायानो।

हाब लावां मा खालामनो
सानखो नोँ फिसाफोरखौ?
गासैबो बेखार
जाजोबथारबाय माथो।
साब्रै गाहाम।
- गोरिबलै आदा।
मा खालामनो?
थाव- संख्रि फानलुआवनो
थांजोबथारो गासैबो।
- हाब लावां नोँ बेबादि।
सानफ्रामबो लोङो जायो
नोङो।
माब्लानिफ्राय
थाव- संख्रि फानलु
बायफेरखो नोँलाय?
हिनजावआनो सानफ्रामबो
दखना रोबै फिसि फिसि
मोदैजोँ गोलोमदैजोँ
संसार सालायगासिनो।
लाजियाखिसै नोँ?
- आं उन्दैसिनखौ एबाराव
फोरोँसिगोनलै आदा।
- दे दे, मोजाङै फोरोँ।
सरकारा गोरिब
गुन्द्राफोरनि थाखाय
बेयो मोजां गामियावनो
रां नाङा मा नाङा स्कुल
खुलिना होदोँ।
नोँहा मेगन थानानैबो
फिसाफोरखौ रोनाव
होदोँ।
मोना मोना हरना- गुना
अन्थाइ जोथ्रोदनोल'
रोँसिगौ नोँ।
- जाबायलै आदा।
जाबाय।
उन्दैसिनखौ
हामथि दुमथि
फोरोँसिगोन आं।
इंराजि मेडियामआवसो
माथो लिटार लानो
हालायो।
- मा लिटार बेलाय?
- बुरजा नाम्बार
मोन्नायखौ बुङोब्रा
आदा।
लिटार।
- हा: हा: हा:।
लिटार होनालै फंबाय।
लेर्टा।
लेर्टा होन्ना बुं।
- हे: हे: हे:।
जोँ जौ लोँनायाव
लिटारखौनो बुङो।
बिदिब्ला जोँना जौ
लोँनायाव इंराजि
रायज्लायनाया जायानो।

I often wonder
why
certain things seem funny
giggling in class
stupid  
juvenile jokes
scrawled across wrinkled
scraps of paper
some is offensive
i'm shocked I wrote it in review
some is raunchy
I wonder if something passed between me and you
but mostly I think it was just the thrill
because it was between you and me
wasting our days
scribbling away on torn
pieces of paper

I send wishes like star light
Praying we will be alright
All night long where we go on
But the darkness is strong
And as deep as the sleep of the ocean
History is cooked in
Gas chambers and ovens
Despite all my loving
I can’t heal history
Still the best of me
All I have left you see
Is telling stories
Compelling strangers in danger of forgetting
To remember what I mean by regretting
Knowing it is not our fault
Doesn’t lessen the pain
Nor uncut the historical vein
I just want to teach them and you to
So those human horrors don’t happen again

A colorless rainbow in a sky of imagination,

a camera-less tourist on a summer vacation.

A cloud without rain, but a sky without sunshine,

a constellation for admiration for a blind man's cloud nine.



A stemless flower in a competitive ecosystem,

the prey born with one leg, the predator without any eyes.

... a chaotic compromise.



A mannequin selling fashion and deadly sins,

a homeless man searching through trashcan bins.

A chalkboard without a budget, a teacher without hope,

the Valedictorian hanging from a rope.



It's just mental complexity like congested New York city,

daily traffic jams with mental crams, and I don't take pity.

Flash flood warning, a fair reason to vent.

Drowning those who don't appreciate how much time I have spent.

Tears of a stranger, throw me some lemons and a stand,

time to sell drama out in the front yard to prove that the supply isn't up to its demand.



Blurred vision, bullet proof heart, it's just a decision,  it's time to start.

Appreciating a rainbow in a storm of dark rage,

the pessimistic cold skin attached to a fairy tale sage.