#nsa
His eyes are my escape route
They take me anywhere I wanna go
Which always leads right next to him
When he looks at me
I feel my soul become furious
Somebody has me bothered
I crave the scent of his cologne
When the smell of it on my sweatshirt
F A D E S away
The limited-time only reminder
that at one point
He was on top of me
And in that moment
I was all that mattered
to him
The anxiety that lurks through my body
Everytime I think of him
The feeling in my body
Everytime my brain remembers
a happy moment
With him
Or sincere moments
we shared
Two broken people
80/20
I broke my own heart
To give him pieces to fix his
20/80
My mind and what’s left of
my heart are at war
Because of him
Because of him, his smile
And his quirky laugh
that quench the desire
Of the simplicity of his existence;
My heart won’t let me be at peace
My mind tells me to let go
Reflecting on post trauma
Nothing is better than feeling
Wanted but safe
By the person you want the most
But nothing is worse than feeling
You’re not good enough for the person
You want most
Looking into his eyes again
Constantly searching for reassurance
And then suddenly
the source of happiness vanishes
you were only a distraction
While what was really wanted
Wasn’t accessible
allowing attachment
is unbelievably dangerous
But learning to let go
is worse
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC
I run, they chase.
Genetically modifying the master race. We are trapped, for it will always know your face.
Anytime and any place.
****** recognition in your private space. Never overlook a clue and never leave a trace.
For they will charge you with a premeditated sentence.
Can we comprehend this as our fate, while others are being hurdled through these prison gates.
Everyone can run but we'll never be hidden.
This kind of knowledge is completely forbidden.
We are the enemy as ponds set in place. So I run, yet they chase.
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 10:48 AM UTC
Well Darlin'
You're absolutely Write
No Heart
Was made
For Sad Songs
No.. FOR Beauty
In Her Richest Light
Freedom as
Her Grestest
Flame
Power as
Unfailing Truth
And Wisdom
Lovers Guide
Unnameable
If You don't help people..
At least don't
Hurt them
Simple
And when you do..
Have the
Courage
To make it Rite
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 12:43 PM UTC
You found friction,
when so many told you
to slip down with them.
You were the safety
to a gun-wielding chorus screaming:
"Fire!"
Shoved from the Fourth
you fought to protect,
to being snowed-in,
half a hemisphere away
from the coconuts
and palm trees you fled.
Hotel room to hotel room,
the flesh from your skin dissolves,
piece by piece —
like a nation's artifacts.
Resigned to watching
a comedian's suicide
trend on Twitter —
an individual who made it easier
to laugh and forget the words:
"Liberty and Justice for All."
You should grimace.
Silenced. Snowed-in.
Unable to even say,
"America — please shovel me out."
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 4:15 PM UTC
I will disappear in fog and night
Subdued in sound sleep
And surprise
Blinding lights
Overwhelming might
They will spirit me away
And charge me with my crimes
They will call me many names
Even some that I may claim
But none will be my own
Traitor or subversive
Criminal or defendant
Or maybe
Even something worse
But I refuse to swear allegiance
To the police state
And fealty to the men
Clad in black
I will not submit
Nor ever kneel down
Though they may lay me
On the ground
But they don't know
That I stole into the great hall of Valhalla
In deepest dark of night
And took with me
One of their mighty spears
Usurped their valor
And added it to my might
Now they will have to carry me
Proudly on my shield
Though my burning bier
Be but a lonely cell
It will be my burial
And tonight I will dine
In the great hall of Valhalla
That place that still lives on
In the mind of men
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 10:48 AM UTC
in a stand
your ground
open carry
libertarian
paradise
Miami Gardens,
the capitol of
stop and frisk
looms as the
shape of things
to come
it doesn't
happen
all at once
it stealthily
creeps into
once wholesome
homesteads
it arrives
emaciated
always starved
for more
stark stiletto eyes
suspiciously stare
piercing
confused
frowns
worn by
flummoxed
citizens
unable to
gaze away the
maleficent days
seemingly
beginning in
innocuous
ways
they
build walls
to keep
"the other"
out
firming
conformity
to the ways
within
deep
foundations
of rigid status
quo pillars
sacrosanct
differentiation
verboten
diversity breeds
suspicion
conversations
eavesdropped
big data ears
ever listening
to between
the lines words
small talk
meta data
indexed and
algoed
down beat
utterances
classified
state secrets
certain books
are forbidden
artists condemned
art destroyed
ideas censored
shut down by
corporate
governance
social network
posting rules
and best practice
marketing
metrics
dissent
shouted down
by xenophobic
#ammosexual
group think
yahoos
in blind allegiance
to commands
of Citizen Inc
politicians
enable
a juggernaut
to roll across
the globe
fracking
to bits
anything
obstructing
its path
science is
false
history
suspicious
revisionism erases
biographical memory
we forgot how
we arrived
at this place
The History Channel
flickers cartoons
of multicolored
allegories onto
the dark walls
of our video
addicted minds
offering sweet
relief of a new
commercial fix
pandered opinion
is trafficked
as fact
inculcating
confirmation of a
stasis affirming
echo chamber
real time news
rubber stamps
the prevailing
zeitgeist of
the daily dread
a visceral
confirmation
of the World
Series Hunger
Games
communities
compel
residents
to swear
allegiance
to tribal creeds
that debase
humanity
religious precepts
shutters spirituality
with sanctioned
indoctrination
designed to
undermine an
ability to reason
ethical discernment
is arrested by moral
bifurcation
the marginalized
are criminalized
land of
the free prisons
promoted
as growth
industries
auction off
bill of rights
on low bid
altars of
profitability
a perpetual
state of warfare
marshals frenzied
legions of fear
as casualties
mount the
march of
militarization is
the only known balm
to salve the terror
welling deep within
afflicted hearts
the sun rises
on another day
in Miami Gardens
as the next shift
of police roll
through this
kingdom
of perps
Music Selection;
Dizzy Gillespie
Things to Come
6/5/14
Oakland
jbm
Miami Gardens;
Capitol of Stop and Frisk
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
We’ve been herded by hook and crook,
To obey convention, and read textbook.
The uniformity is maddening,
And the subjects are baffling.
The whole wide world is grand and open;
Why cordon the mind off in a tiny token?
Rules were meant to be broken,
To usher change and issue motion.
Creativity, art, they build up cultures,
Not to be picked at by robotic vultures.
They always nitpick and they scavenge,
Intent on making things a challenge.
Passion is the cornerstone of all,
It survives when things are squall.
It’s the sun that rises within you,
Makes you things you never knew.
Question everything, for your good;
You’ll find more than you ever could.
Explore everything, be curious;
For the world out there is glorious.
Challenge everything, be skeptical;
Your brain is knowledge’s receptacle.
Think outside, and break the rules;
Don’t blindly follow, like the fools.
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 3:24 PM UTC