The scars
Outlive the memories.
is relinquished,
But I can't say
That I don't understand It
Any more.
There are many well-written erotic poems
On Hello Poetry today.
In my aging,
Post-divorce reality
I can't say
That I have much to add to the mix
Other than sex being a good  way
To relinquish the ego.
Two "separate individuals"
Become one
For a few minutes
Or hours.
They "lose themselves",
As Eminem would say.
From a creative standpoint,
This is a very good thing.
Mixes up
That stagnant chi.
In actuality,
We are never really "separate"
From anyone
Even if they exclude us....
If if they shun us.....
They are not really
"Separate"  from us
Even if they are
Unwilling to have sex.
The rejection
The exclusion
The ostracism
The dismissal
It all just
Emboldens me
In a way,
And feeling "emboldened"
Is a close synonym
To being "courageous.
How much is courage worth?
A lot  more money
Than all these snobbish motherfuckers
Can afford to pay
These are MY friends!
They're in MY gizmo!"
You can't have any!
They're all MINE!
Julian Delia Apr 11
Analyse –
The difficulty which one finds in this rat race,
Attempting to materialise
Food in one’s belly
Electricity in one’s home,
To even HAVE a home.

The state of the world
Isn’t what has made my pen meet this paper today;
It’s us I’m concerned about.
Hard-wired to be social creatures,
We ignore these features
Our lives focused on money,
Not enjoying each other’s company
Not even when the sky is blue and sunny.

Worst of all,
There is the great truth –
‘Behind every great fortune there lies a great crime.’
This is not to say
That every rich man or woman
Should never see the light of day,
But, it is undeniable
That overreaching influence and concentrated wealth
Are unjustifiable
When we live in a world that fits all of us.
The worst part about being poor
Is the isolation, it’s your heart
Travelling alone, one with the moor.
So many missed good times
So many lost communication lines –
All caused
By this stratification
This intolerable alienation
This algorithmic separation
Of human beings.

Do you know
What it feels like
To ration things you need
To feel grateful for every sip of water,
Every toke of weed?
Dying on the inside
Every time someone asks
‘What are you doing tonight?’
I will be trying to traverse this never-ending tunnel
Attempting to reach the light
At the end of it.
I will be trying
To keep myself together
Without letting all this weight crush my soul.

If we are to base our society
Our everyday life
On the concept of wealth
Then we must preserve our health
We must ensure
That not only one or two families in every hundred
Are able to survive and endure,
But all of us.

This lack of balance
This Roman phalanx
Of men and women in mass unison
Working and toiling
Hours upon hours of labour
All attempting to obtain favour
With their masters –
For what reason?
I would rather get hung for treason
Than work for someone else.
I am tired of being sore
At the end of the week
Unable to obtain the stability I seek
Simply because the pyramid scheme
Demands it to be so.

I am a kindred spirit
With all the revolutionaries of the world
The divergent, the insurgent
The activist protecting his country from business interests.
On some days, I lose hope
On some days, I can barely cope
Because there’s so much to deal with –
So on those days
When loneliness and poverty mix together like a lethal cocktail
The tree of knowledge I shall hail,
Its flowers I shall consume,
Its co-evolution with man I shall exhume.
Happy 4/20.
Capitalism assumes
That the individual,
By participating in the Economy
Will SERVE Society,
But it's more likely
That individuals
Who don't feel a sense
Of inclusion or belonging
Actually try to WRECK Society.
The current President of the United States,
Donald Trump,
Might be one of these people.
In contrast,
People who feel that they ARE included
And DO belong
Will try to MAINTAIN Society.
The "Protestant Work Ethic",
Which is one of the principles
That led to the ascendancy of the United States
Might simply be an INADEQUATE principle
For today's interconnected
Highly complex world.
There are so many Misfits and Outcastes.
One is almost shocked
If a day goes by
Without  any massacres,
Or heinous crimes reported.
Ain't no reason to care about nothin' no more.
I already know
I'm en route to Hell.
Heaven is  too exclusive.
Ain't no place
For a drifter  like me.
I'll be more comfortable in Hell
Among my peers.
The Lord's damnation
Ain't really nothin'
That I fear.
A world disappearing,
Little by little.
What will be left
Besides aggression?
I hate god
He devises strategies to invade
His' home and haven

Weakness being the sole characteristic of son
Constant is the spirit
Strengthening his' decedent onslaught

I cannot win
The Kingdom has come
Without any rain

Holding a crown of stone
Encased in gold
Lined with silver

I have no choice
But to worship
The tyrant who controls bold seduction
This Christmas,
I have no sermon
For the "Tiki Torch Nazis".
When one feels EXCLUDED,
It's natural to hate.
It's more a game of Economics and Power
Than Race.
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