"Trump not a legitimate president..."
This is how we help presidency "grow,"
"Reasonable" for trying to build a silly wall
Between the US and Mexico,
"Realistic" for even trying to appear
To have a solution to anyone's problem,
While he does "catch up work" in politics.
"Responsible" even his supporters telling people
His radical concepts are better, not just the extreme
Form of right to the Democratic, Liberal opposite.**

Someone please save us from this extreme right winger!
Oh yea, that's "great!"
It's already too late...

My mind is wasted
well, out of sync
I can't keep up with the thoughts
that would be brought over seas
of consciousness, like weeds of mind
rooted in so deep , they bury themselves
in to the back of my eyes
and I'm always concerned about
running out of time
one thing after another
like some premature adolescent
I scream "why, **** why?"
I'm confident but I'm tired all the time
if you feel the same then don't be shy
I can't give you the answers
I can't sell you the time
but I can suggest a solution;
don't give up, don't die

I don't want to write rhymes,
I want to tear my pain apart
into perfect, delicate
rectangular pieces
and feed it to my friends,

Then I want to rip their flesh apart
and feed it to my pain,
I want to give them rain,
let their prayers for sunshine
be in vain,

I don't want to destroy a wall,
I want to burn all the cages inside me,
I don't want a key,
I want to knock a door down,
and I don't want to bandage you,
I want to cure me.

Either I can swim or
I'd rather sink,
Either a storm or
not even a drizzle;
teach me balance, please.

Her stale lips were ripped of faith
Her tears were just mere stains
Left in the drought of her ashy skin
The life in her eyes was escaping with every drop of water
The water was as hot as fire
Like the dreams she wishes she dreamt
But those Were her nightmares in daylight
If it wasn't for her soft reflection
She'd be floating
Her thoughts cloud the world
As she pulls the grip of her dreams
Away from the sleepiness in the air
She was an insomniac
Who could only dream

It must be a curse to feel so deeply.
Smog bodies with their ****** energies
and frivolous frequencies
annoy me on an exponential level and
bring me out of an amorous dream
back into this ****** reality
where light bounces off bodies of darkness
and darkness creates light from nothingness.

Humility is always the word.

So many L's,
Life Lessons Learned from Losses Left on Loop,
but when you collect enough,
you make Double Use(W's) out of an Undaunted Understanding...

When Will We Win?
What Were We Wrongfully Weary of?
Why?

And after realizing that there are those and they's and things that will never have the luxury of order to give life meaning,
a conscience for consciousness to coincide with itself,
or the ability to feel at all for lack of a decent heart,
you see every moment as a cause for celebration.
It must be a blessing to feel so deeply

The rain gives way to blossoms and blossoms
give way to snow that never drifts but scatters.

In this way now the weather intervenes;
the legacy of a child’s breath upon a popsicle.

With only one hand on the steering wheel
we still find it hard to let go our designs;

a glance in the mirror of a mirage, of carnage?
The territory swallows us all the same,

only the precision of the map is at stake:
how well the landscape bends to the road.

To be lost in this world and not afraid
is a skill we have yet to remember;

to master life in the ruin of life: life
dissembling in the rings of the ash tree.

What looks like rot is just the caterpillar
giving way to the nascent butterfly

but not like your smile gives way,
breaks, before the latest tyrant.

What do we know about this world
besides what the powerful want us to know?

How can we fulfill our lives based on "facts" and knowledge that we will probably never have the chance to disprove for ourselves?

A wise man knows nothing, "for this world is but an illusion"

A sensory experience to groom the soul for manifestation

A game of imploding extremes that not so coincidentally level out to create the rare occurrence of life that is aware of itself

What do we know about this world
besides that we are here for the moment?

Violent aggression
Extreme violation


Cops called
No resolve