take this lying down
im begging you
please
on my knees
with your knees
where i can hear
your arteries
feel you squeeze
as i tease toward
pushing your release
in a rush of exclaimed names
of carnal deities

im old enough now
to see the patterns repeating
the cycles of life
the ever decreasing circles
repeating repeating repeating
while i stay the same
repeating days as if decades
accruing wisdom and rime in equal measure
spectating the game
seeing and saying
waiting for the day when the circles align
and the sky catches fire

Deception is the art of media, church, and state. It should not be the foundation of how human beings view and treat each other. That we are separate is a deceit. As humans we are all bound together, not in some magical web of destiny but as a human collective with a social responsibility to make this world a place of peace love and understanding; instead of a world driven by self-interest, and fear.

Will you feel me
and my lyrical poetry,
soft syllables
that speak easy
as the greasy
politicians fleece me?

Will you flee
to feel free
before you ever listen
to what I am giving?
Like all other
disappointing people
will you disappear
before you hear?

Cause I brought
my heart here.
It beats clearly,
thuds obsessively
begging people
to love me
because I am
so **** lonely.

The fabric folds
around my fingers
seeking nothing,
which is what
I find,
empty pockets
perused
to amuse myself
and pass the time.