#superior
So you know I don't believe
A ton of the **** I'm musing on,
But rather I am just musing on it.
Yet, we know of violent extremists
Which we are funding
Who do believe in similar rhetoric;
But I am guilty?
No. **** you and **** that.
Where's my army funds?
Where are my weapons and munitions?
Oh, right. I forgot.
The Irish aren't people,
No need to apply.
Apr 13, 2025
Apr 13, 2025 at 10:02 AM UTC
courting breaths after blue i brighten
i lighten with originless humour
and then ugliness anew
i tighten into some packed pearl of monster
breathe in breathe out courting breaths
the susurration of all this lung
resuscitation and it's 'good morning mourning'
then 'bring out the empathy' ! and zitty connections
and marvel over 'those poor things'
larval in their struggles up the redline
and envision throwing them heaps
of hairdryers salad spinners monopoly boards
vibrating cushions for back massage
and obscure tinned delicacies from my extensive travels
the five devils of my mind tackle my erratic breath
five mad ideas of how to run their lives
milk their hive
form a worship and go to war..
..then it is i who goes larval
carving in on my minuscule heart
crutching in like a fractured pill bug
not daring to raise my eyes
for fear of offending my superiors
breathe in breathe out
counting down the breaths til rattle
Feb 17, 2025
Feb 17, 2025 at 4:48 PM UTC
**(trigger warning: my apologies to the long poem haters,
nah, not really)**
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Dawg!
your last and latest test be driving me crazee-
the poem conception birth rate is out of control,
them titles intriguing, stinging,
falling like curling up and dying oak leaves crunchy neath my feet,
and this little town don’t allow no burning thereof,
inclusive of leaves, poem drafts or witches
it’s not only the skin-pores, inhaling,
but the braniac neurons
that are clogging up
(ex. where’s my coffee mug hiding
when it ain’t hiding in the microwave)
and there ain’t no legal Drano for the
upper cortex contextual,
and condoms on my ears looked upright atrifling,
small & unbecoming,
so pse. put a lid on it,
without sacrificing my nice head of grayling fibers
you graciously let me inherit ~
(thanks mom!)
soooo,
need to provide a method of contraception, legal and100% poem~proof, to keep me in decent metal health, with a natural speed limit on steadily in~fluxing immigrants of
seditious inspirational insights,
and these insider’s outside sights/sighs that
my eyes catalogue, and remind/tell, as well,
my buddies, the animals and the elements,
who constantly are hinting ‘n suggesting themselves
for yet another scripture of praiseworthy adoration
(esp. the rabbits, the ospreys, &
the nighttime starry skies,
a living tableaux de peinture…)
to pretty please
cease and desist
before I
seize (up) and de-exist,
overwhelmed by piles of dead leaves
and out of computer memory
for anymore inspiration retention
Your earliest attention to this
Matter of Urgency to me, and
What‘a that you said?
Start a petition?
You kidding?
Might as we try to buy indulgences,
in bulk at Costco,
though they are never in stock!
I get it.
Using Pandora as your voice never fails.
You just played Judy Collins singing
Pete Seeger’s Turn,Turn, Turn.
Unsubtle.
This is my seasonal hint too,
part of my timed descent towards the
shadowed valleys + visible peaks I’ve
occasionally reached
My finale’s approchment nigh,
yet, don’t turn my heart or my senses
just quite yet,
from the spark divine you have placed within us each,
don’t let it burn brightest before
it flames out of existence
into extinction.
Appreciate the heads up, really
Most don’t know ‘bout this method of our conversing,
and the hint, the seasonal changeover, taking place now,
is mourned by my utterance with every breath of
a Kaddish prayer
contained within
a larger message:
natty, it’s time to
turn, turn, turn
Which way when,
of courses,
you’ll musically clue me in…
but you impatient being,
drawn after all in the
shape of humans,
fast forwards, nay hurtles this human,
with chariots spun from a summer sun’s
fonts and hints,
accidents and incidents,
by spectacles through spectacles,
colors emboldened by
in a glory, glory, glorious
sun-nation
****
Vienna Teng sweetly invades singing
Homecoming (Walter,’s Song):
“*but things are good I've got a lot of followers of my faith
I've got a whole congregation living in my head these days
and I'm preaching from the pulpit
to cries of “Amen brother”
closing my eyes to feel the warmth come back
and I've come home
even though I swear I've never been so alone
I've come home
I just want to be living as I'm dying
just like everybody here
just want to know my little flicker of time is worthwhile
and I don't know where I'm driving to
but I know I'm getting old
and there's a blessing in every
moment every mile…*
*well I'll kneel down on the carpet here
though I never was sure of God
think tonight I'll give Him the benefit of the doubt
I switch off the lights and imagine that waitress outlined in the bed
her hair falling all around me
I smile and shake my head
well we all write our own endings
and we all have our own scars
but tonight I think I see what it's all about
because I've come home
I've come home.”*
(lyrics by Tom Hall)
Got it.
so many summarize better,
but even still a bit heavy handed when
you follow up with Sting’s “Fields of Gold,”
and even, jeez, Louse,
“Danny Boy?!”
Your DJ is a ham
(I know, not exactly kosher).
It’s my season of the muse,
extracting every remaining incantation,
knowing there are hundreds, thousands,
of notional ideations
in my draft files,
some born even before HP!
But deny them not their use,
they cannot remain forever
unemployed,
but at their peril, double toil and trouble,
be them entrusted, encrusted, secreted
in someone else’s existence,
by your annoying divine persistence
Demanding Being,
have you no sense of
sufficiency? (1)
Eva so sweet Cassidy
ends this trip
with “Who knows where the time goes ?”
Gonna pack up this ditty,
containing a peace of deity,
drive back to the city
where all my sorrows
are streeted above ground,
inescapable resounded …
now down to 2% battery (ramming)
and this cracked -screen
whispers too gently,
“no mas”
my dearest companion,
you still don’t know
when to shut up,
or call it quits,
but I’m hearing a new crew
old familiar poets, awaiting,
who will take one up & in,
relieve you of you earthly sins,
and I hear up there,
you’ve got
unlimited
data storage
and no need for cords
and
batteries
Seeing the schooner drawing nigh,
must be the season of
‘at last, here is Shelter,’
repentance (2)
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n.m.l.
Weds. Sept 4,
2024
while sitting by
my dock on the sound,
who insists that it’s
soundless wavings of water
get the last silent
mention
published Friday Sept. 6,,
Sabbath Eve
p.s.
(and that’s how u put the playlist
in an Audio Visual poem,, kid)
Sep 6, 2024
Sep 6, 2024 at 8:13 AM UTC
It has been proposed
or even postulated, posed
that love is defined, finite
I say, no, not right
Infinite and timeless
we think we know the end
the wish and even hope
too rise above, and ascend
We'll break the arch of time
and challenge god too know
to understand and rise
where to be, and go
Follow me, I'll follow you
we'll reach and grasp the ring
nothing left, but follow through
not where we've lived, and loved
But all, we are
and been
Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 7:27 PM UTC
dearly beloved
Kagan only
to brighten
robe in
La Jolla
with Saint
Mark there
on the
Square when
Harlem was
despair yet
Georgetown there
made this
legal parade
mirrored in
this Fall
of 2020
Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 12:48 PM UTC
Differences built us up so high
We see the world from the sky,
Clinging to the topmost branch,
The way down is to fall apart.
Jun 17, 2020
Jun 17, 2020 at 11:36 AM UTC
we're from the
south
we're coming for
you
we're giving you
the wrong address in order to hunt
you
don't you worry about it
don't you feel intimidated it's
fine being inferior
don't ya think bro?
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 1:46 PM UTC
Oh you,
my lovely dandy,
it's not easy to understand you.
You're on the top -
Superior
in everything,
above
everyone.
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 6:17 AM UTC
This way to the show, folks
The most amazing show you have ever seen
Bigger, wider, deeper
Wondrous and terrifying
More beautiful than your dreams
Uglier than you can imagine
And all for free
If you speak very loosely, that is
Watch your step son
Don’t trip on the unintended consequences
Step right this way
There’s no time like the present
In fact there’s no time left at all
Take a peek behind the curtain if you dare
What’s the worst that could happen
Probably best not to think too much about it
See the man without a plan
Watch him stumble through life
Be amazed as he defies death on the streets
His struggles with addiction will amuse you
Enjoy the bitterness of his regrets
Be stupefied by the clueless wonder
Taken advantage of at every turn
Thrill as he turns into the human doormat
Feel free to wipe your shoes on him
He likes it, really
Prepare your senses for the shock of
The compassionate woman
Stand bewildered as she is betrayed by lovers
Gasp as she weeps for people she does not know
Make her a promise as you leave fellas
You will make her day
You will be stunned by the man who is not like you
Be horrified at his minor differences
Criticize all his perceived flaws
Feel free to mock him, he is used to it
What’s that ma’am
No don’t feel sorry for them
They like it here
Three hots and a cot you know
Only some humiliation each night
And twice on Saturdays
Come one, come all
Leave the show smug and satisfied
About how much better you are
Than these miserable examples of failure
All this and more and not one penny to enter
The only fee is part of your humanity
Just drop it in the box right here
On your way in
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 11:56 AM UTC
In the bay fields expanse complete lake’s glimmered glance
Quiet lovers withdraw in solitude entrusting lake’s cleansing mood
Her tears drop into soft sea taking dreams noiselessly
Waterfalls haste below to autumn’s crisp ember glow
Autumn moon, subdued to me deep in clouds, winks on silver sea
Driftwood floats, water-bearer of seafarer tales
Cold winter blasts like dragons bite or sting.
Companions last summer’s thoughts gathering
Clouds clad in rainbow. Mortals gaze Master’s rays
Wild geese brush Milky Way as Autumn paints
Sea beckons me, lovely scenery. Intoxicating
Sea waves changeable, like thoughts tempest torn
Lone swan flights far in wastes of sky
Sunset drifts, visiting mansions
April showers paint sailboat, streaming blue sky’s edge
Burnt rocks white with dew soaks gauze stockings, once rendezvous
Lake Superior heaves and sighs, seagulls shriek greedy cries. Traveler’s homesick
Transparent waters, tremble, tumbling. Ferryman anchors
Shining streams ripple, cascade upon phantoms of the lake
Wind and rain pound terrain like old friends deprive intimacy
Dying grass beckons Evening’s first snow
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 12:49 PM UTC
Zippity Zappity Zap
Jolt yourself awake
Zippity Zappity Zap
A spark of inspiration
Zippity Zappity Zap
Bolt over to the goal
Zippity Zappity Zap
Shocking that you failed
Zippity Zappity Zap
Linger in my thunder
Zippity Zappity Zap
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 4:59 PM UTC
Humiliate the crown
Of royal blood
Whose head's up high
And draws imperial line
With greedy towers
Standing tall
And never bows
Before his Servants.
Oh, bow before the Servants!
Whose blood is full of gold
Let not a droplet spill
And end the serving line
Whose shelters sway in awe
Hardly standing tall
Bows forevermore
Before the guiltless crown!
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 10:10 AM UTC
The poor greedy thing.
It's mouth full yet it wanted more.
What a capricious little thing.
Always had a narcissistic look to it.
A roof over its head.
Food on its plate.
Affectionate for love
but it had it all.
looked up, admired infinite creatures of the sky.
It always felt empty inside
But it had it all.
Poor thing walked around mindlessly so.
It understood most of the concepts of life
Yet it was empty inside.
Until it fell in love
with an asymmetrical creature.
Created by his lustering existence.
It would never have found it,
as it always looked up.
However this time around it looked down.
There it saw
that everything it wanted
was in that creature's mouth.
Soon after, it opened its clasping jaws,
To get what was in that creatures mouth.
And all it ever had, disappeared.
Like the ripples of time in space.
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 10:22 AM UTC
A baby was born to two angels,
Sweet more than honey he was,
Page another in history added,
Enriched as the parent's beloved,
Rosary of loneliness he beaded,
Groups he was always hesitated,
Enshrined in my body he was,
Robbed of happiness always,
Securing his own spheres.
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 9:10 AM UTC
We meek children took the stage like we
borrowed it. I approached the grand piano,
and, asking for its acceptance of my novice hands,
seated myself before it. To my immediate right,
prepared for some unknown challenge,
waited our band, our rhythm and melody. Arms raised,
fingers gently hovering over keys and strings, we
eyed our cue and took it.
Three songs turned us from an uncertain bunch to a
formidable combination. We stole that stage
(as best as any high school combo could do),
and suddenly the stage lights didn’t feel so hot;
those lights shined for us. I left that piano
as a princess leaves a crowd in awe.
We proved superior.
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 6:45 PM UTC
You can hear the children secret cries.
You know what the adults have done,
But you don't utter a word.
The children have no clue why they run,
They just know never to disobey,
"The superior one."
They silence their words,
Allowing themselves to leave them in their throat.
While they choke on the wild thoughts,
As words are throw like daggers at them.
The superior ones,
That's what they call themselves,
But the children see them more as the monsters under their beds.
They children don't understand,
They just want to make the cruel monsters proud,
But their trying just gets throw back at them,
With insults as the bonus.
The children never utter words,
As mentally bruises are put upon their innocent minds.
They stay silent as they get bullied away by the superior ones.
Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 8:40 AM UTC
I wandered through your ways and fell in love with your beauty
I touched your soul then allowed it to devour my entirety
I fed on you filling me with self-actualization
Now, I'm following you with my hopes of finding the path to my own salvation
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 1:40 PM UTC
The inner beauty of man is far superior to that of the outer,
we only need look deep enough within us to see it's greater.
It is basically through ignorance most haven't seen this fact,
but to actually witness this truth requires extraordinary tact.
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Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 5:10 PM UTC
Some people are
In
Inferiority complex
Some having superiority
Complex
But where is the
complex free personality ?
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 12:25 PM UTC
I am a mountain not a hill,
A fish who needs no gills,
You may not believe it,
But I’m built of pure grit,
I may not shout and scream,
But I rein supreme,
Inferior I may appear,
But built on your sneers.
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 6:39 AM UTC
The way I see people,
They make others enfeeble
Just so they stay above the chain.
They seem so inhumane, giving others pain.
Destroying their way to the future,
Foolishly wallowing in their stupor.
Although sometimes they show emotion
But then get caught in its commotion.
Alas! In the end I’m also human today,
And maybe tomorrow I’ll decay.
So I’ll just try, like every other human
To someday be superhuman,
To someday rise above this human grime
Through my stories and rhyme.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 1:33 PM UTC