We’re drowning in internet people
who’re usually live-in-regret people
saying, “get in the net people”
so we can easily dissect people
into the right or the left people
until discourse is dead people
and the rest of us have to wade through the filth
of the loudest cretins looking for attention to milk
making the world seem full of their tedious ilk
cascading complaining onto our heads like it’s raining
with conversations unproductive but instead draining
using inflammatory words that has our rhetoric straining
to survive the constant bickering and blaming
when this country starts aiming
to cater to the most toxic aspect of our culture
because internet people amplify messaging best
so we reward obnoxious grifters and vultures
politicians cracked the code but failed the test
becoming internet people, just better dressed.

Look, what a wonderful night
Is setting like a gentle mist
On these houses, on these people,
And on those two, with a saffron sweet.

And everything’s silent under this night.
And everything sleeps under the dark gaps.
It’s so quiet around, no footstep’s heard.
Only the night sets its own traps.

Those two don’t sleep in this velvet kingdom.
Those two remain silent as guests of dark.
They’re not casual travellers of the Night.
They’re forever and perfectly loyal to their heart.

There’s nothing more magical than these moments!
There’s nothing more beautiful than this love!
The world seems to stop, afraid to disturb them.
This night is for two. They are both above.

Women can be men
Men can be women
People can be people
We didn’t write the feeling...

Stars can be supernovas
Meaning can be mending
And paintings can bend
And walls can return...

And shapes of architecture become earth

Lovers can be lovers
Leavers can believe us
Lights, camera, action, order, disorder
Dysphoria, euphoria
Academia, abracadabra
The moon, ***, sun and laughter

Instantaneousness

Osmosis

Fear, friction, distance, pure bliss
Bubble toting aqua world
Top this...

Freedom, collaboration
Emancipation, cognification
Celebration...

Millenniums of us saving, changing...
What we actually are eventually...

One surging sway of soul-light soldered angels
Growing out of a morphing abyss ocean

These 4 walls, the only friends
The hours tick away, but swelling
Winter, hurry — freeze my blood.
Sweating through these supine steps,
           I'll stumble on.

A/C buzz, electric hum.
The room lit yellow, bathing jaundice.
          Fante & Hamsun.
     Folding pages, scratching dog ears.
          furrow brows.
     "**** this color paint."

     "**** the Summer."
         I say it, always.

4 new walls, my only friends.
The seconds boil away, but slowly.
Solitude, please freeze my blood.
Snowfall in my reptile dreams,
               all serpentine

Heater hum, alone again
Wish they wanted my chanting voice, now.
Footfalls hustle. Frozen, crunching.
Clothed in funerary coat
          The wine explodes.

Shake this thrumming midnight buzz,
and rooms lit dimly, sweating blizzards.
          Trudge & debate Blake —
     —use my degree for ******* something.
                    Shoulders hunch.
           "Just me. In falling snow."

"Tyger Tyger, burning bright—"
    
                      Here I stand, a dwindling flicker—

"In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fires of thine eyes?—"

        —I can barely see tonight. And thicker lines
                            have failed to lead me home.

Alone.
And kindred with the cold.