So much to say, which means so little;
So little to say, what that means much.
These ends we face, often,
Come on fast and taper out just as such.
What that remains: naught but thought.
Loose and multiplicitous as strands,
Hair of the artist's brush,
Colors as the richest palette -
Bold & bright, deep & dark

Why I would ever
Knowing it would only
Prove a disaster, & cause only pain.
No sparks to be rekindled,
Only fumes remain of suffocated flames;
As alcohol on water
When all fuel has been spent -
Lamenting the sea

When the rains fall away,
We move on with things and
Think nothing of the water which percolates
Seeping into the water table
No thought as it saturates
As cycles repeat
And liquid evaporates, condensates,
And it falls once more;
When rains end

Ah, how quickly do
Nights age & shatter - like old glass.
How short lived, the stars

Roses fall, silent;
In moonlight, like pouring rain.
On the leaves, dew hangs

If comparison were forced,
No flower would match your beauty.
Every rose would pale
Trying to meet the measure
Of that which I see,
Of how much you mean to me

There is no greater pleasure,
Than pressure,
When our two bodies meet

Singing your praise

In my ocean, you are the tides
The only thing to stir to life
Rivers of crimson within,
Areas grey & white
Were I the fish, you could eat
Forgo a day, for an eternity
You could cast from my soul,
Wade my streams

Better men have fallen before,
By word alone. Take these
Phrases in utter that matter not
To action, what man can judge
He who does, when he does nothing?
Mark the words of youth still young.
Tell me, when I have aged,
Have my thoughts & views really changed?
Have I any measurable way, what would the depth gauge read?
On the core of my character - my values & beliefs?
Field the breadth of life, would there be anything left in me deep?
Will there only be cold hard surface,
With nothing underneath?

I like hair enough to whip it,
To have the wind pull it
And muss about my face.
It's reminiscent of living,
Makes me feel grounded.
Enough hair on my chin
That I can stroke it when I think,
Weather it with whiskey
And plenty of smoke.
I'd like to say it's for joy,
But lately it's for the nerves.

It's humbling to look
Up at the stars, the
Gorgeous night sky.
Humbling to think,
Someone revoling one of those stars
Is staring back at me.

Things searched for
Are not connected to our internet,
Closed circuits.
The people who engage, are quiet.
And the circus is far, and close.
Hell, it's in the sky,
In submersible boats.
In dry heat,
In bitter cold.
It's above ground & below.
It's old pen & paper,
Passing notes.

What would protecting the minority have been, in 1776?
Those things which took us
Over a hundred years
To correct.
Because that is the basis of this Republic-
Not mob rule alone. The math is taxing.
And we must ask ourselves,
How far are we willing to go?
How committed are we to erroneous ventures,
To never admitting wrong?

Very quickly, have my
Compatriots rushed to take sides
In wars & conflicts that are not ours
That have no real bearing on
The American Way Of Life.
And what is that, these days?
Because I know, from
Pouring over history
That we are a very aggressive peoples
Steeped in the rigors of tradition.
But, similarly, believe in equality & peace
And self-actualization & freedom.
We flip between beliefs, diametrically,
With seemingly little reason
More based on superstition.
I know of the hopes they held at the beginning;
The founders of the nation
Who were, in aspects, mistaken;
On women's rights, on enslavement,
And many more. But,
That is the bugle call of progress;
To right what is wrong.
Those things that must be addressed,
For the betterment of all

Disburse of false truths,
Of complex ones that hinge on the day.
For it is ever so changing
And will be gone before being ready.
Live with the simple ones, like love
Those timeless classics
Which none among us
May ever truly corrupt.
And those things that branch from it
Like kindness, patience, compassion

If it sounds crazy,
Then it is.
If it rings of sanity;
Their words are of
Another's, only rearranged.
If it's hard to understand,
Then I guess it's not worth knowing.
Pretty strange then, so many
Prestigious people agree.
So, who's crazy -
You or I?

What's lazy?
People who take things at one glance of an eye

Remember the years, before the wars.
I know it's difficult,
We have been involved in conflicts
For so long. Recall the shortest of
Moments, peace, throughout history
And marvel that people ever
Compromise and set aside their differences.
What is it that we've lost -
Choosing not to war?
We all know it's cost,
But what about what's fought for?

I'm sorry, if I step on toes
But no one told me
Feet joined, on the path we must go.
Others around me are
Distant, and cold in their affections.
Reserving them only
For those who levy it on them.

Tell me, were you
Looking down from up above;
What would you think of us?

The ones you worship, in truth
Not in the words written by men.
They do not care for falsehoods of the physical
Meant to veil the true nature of your soul.
The mendacities of the mind.
These are as city streets, a
Beautiful bonsai, meant to be
Nurtured with fostered growth,
And cleansed of all *****, evil.
To trim away at dead branches
Rotted wood, that would otherwise
Hurt what has its roots
Through every fiber of your being.
The reverberations are felt
Throughout eternity; the
Things you feel, think, & do.
You know of enlightenment,
Great messiahs and prophets
Spoke of it until men killed them.
The words for you to free yourself,
They are there.
Further back than these books today
That only steal from what was written.

There in the wrong,
On the right side;
There is, in the dark,
A light that shines.
It's what you must show,
To those who feel blind
Because they've never
Walked out from night.

Gentlemen, I know that there are some
Still that are gentle and
Believe in real love
Unconditional.
Look around yourselves,
Talk amongst strangers
Who need your words the most.
Those who are in pain
Are familiar with the toil
That embroils each existence.
Can you see past yourself?
One blind to anything that isn't work?
That doesn't further a self-imposed agenda,
Whether it be wealth or power,
The measures only of men.
The things the ordinary strive for.
And each of you has such excellence,
Even if you have stashed it away
For fear of its ****** or abuse

Tomorrow, is already better.
Always know, where you live in the moment
With an eye still, foward-
There, is hope.
To not be stuck to the past but
Embrace change, welcoming progress;
Setting out onto new beginnings.

These are the frontiers, today.
Ideas, beautiful just ideals;
Respect for the planet you're on,
Fair honest treatment
Of every being


Of choosing love, and forgetting hate.
Opting for logic & sound reasoning

My friends, Christ ascended?
And of the Antichrist,
It is whoever remains.
Spiritually, whoever has
Not risen, but lay fallen
In disgrace
Of all around them
Those that honor nothing
But what is vain
Pride, Avarice, Rage
And the things that come from them
Hubris, Thievery, Violence
All manner of awfulness
For shame, for nothing more than this.
This will be the best of your eternity.
Your soul outlives,
What the body is
But it's destination is your decision

Do I speak in cryptic ways,
Vague, and detached from
The normal? Do words lash out
In resemblances of diatribes
That drown out all else meaning?
It is not on purpose,
I read too much
Or, I've read.
Pandora's box opened,
Atop Babel's tower,
Clawing my way back up
Not to shut the lid
But change direction, orientation

God, the Lord, help me.
I try to remain above frays
But always end up tattered.
The things I care of, that to me, matter;
How can I sit in silence?
What allowance of free thought is given to impartiality? Personal belief falls
Far outside it's realm, yet is
Entertained by all. I want
To stay unbiased, and uninfluenced.
Want, of little means, when contending with
Chance encounters in life. Because
Even if you wish to remain so
Others will drag you along with their cause
Unless you distance yourself
Which makes you a traitor

Sheepdogs,
Protectors of the herd.
Do not follow orders
Without thought. Is
The course of action righteous?
Will action derive verdict true to justice?
Or do you follow the words
Of those who could not care
For anything save for order?
The order of no change,
Of unceasing sameness
Where we all suffer.
Where progress is standing still
Standing stiff, overlooking us
On the hill.

You, Philosophers;
You great humans of natural science,
Of any science so long as it is done in just effort.
Reject what they offer you.
Those who know nothing of invention
They only wish to use you
To further their own ends.
Do you agree with them?
Ask yourself the hard questions
Because we cannot afford for you not to.
This heavy burden upon each of us, and
With your genius, unfortunately it weighs heaviest on all of you.
The curse of intelligence
Is not everyone uses it,
Though they have it.
Do not use it, only when you have to.
Use it before you need it,
And you will see from new perspectives.
The chains of wasted genius,
Are what keep us down.

Tread the mental waters to
Find the cave
Of hope and desire,
Of just things that are fair
And still grow in shade.
Hidden away, unless
You are brave
And face yourself.

There is a natural frequency
That resonates through all of this.
You can find it, and it is gorgeous.

Find yourself, in the
Silence of life. Quiet
The thoughts that interrupt
What otherwise is a peaceful stream.
Reject simulation for boredom
And feel love, feel alive.
Look within, peace is
Found inside.

It is shameful,
That ones will try to
Break your brilliance, to test
Of what you are capable.
What foul intent.
Worse yet, to have
Little breath but still be unable
Even to catch a moment of respite;
Parallels of the shallow and deep.
The waters we dwell,
Paired with the walls of the well.

How to goade a hunter?
Just act as bait.
Pretend you know no more,
Than the fish in the lake
And when they get close
Take them under the water
And make whole again.
Join them,
Whether they emerge changed
Or remain in a watery grave.

Why does no one trust that I am wise?
When my words are rarely argued,
And I rarely use them to argue.
Only to show truth where there is lie.
And, by my own device, I have
The strength to allow the decision
Not to be brought, but arrived.
I only want you to look at what I see, if
You view and disagree,
Then we both learn something.
That I was wrong, and
You were right.

I cry at your confusion, truly.
I cannot see what you see,
Why we can not live together
As one people, free.
But tears dry before they fall,
Because I refuse to tend sadness.
Madness? Call it what you will,
If everyone thought as I did
We would be living in peace and harmony.
But, isn't that always the case?
Still I stake, hope and dreams
On the good naturedness of humanity
Because that is what we truly are
That is the core to our being, for
It is in your belief that gives such things life
And the first man did not rise to strike another
But to reach higher up the vine
To protect his young
To share in the gifts granted by the father of lights, these stars that fuel
Mother nature, who cannot stop giving
Even if it were her will,
And it is not. Because she loves you
Even if you do not reciprocate.
That love, unconditional;
Where man can learn.

We have so few words for peace,
And far too many for war.
Symbolically, and literal.
Does everyone just hate each other?
I don't, I look at us like siblings;
A family of the same species
Contending with the forces of the cosmos
With the aid of all that is natural.

I ask you, what is math?
What are equations?
Factored life.
I charge it is living,
Senseless pained observations which we must make
So as to live another day, so as not to perish early
And die before a just time;
The degrees of life are right.
Man must stand *****, stiffen your spine,
But remain relaxed.
Straighten out your ethics, your morals;
Never forget from where you came.
Your ancestors, this planet.
That you are just in another herd.
No really different than any other animal,
Only in our intelligence.
Which is itself, a gift.
So give thanks to mother nature.
She could use it

Did they care
When mothers passed from SARs
Or did they appear on nightly news programs
To kid about killing grandma?
Where was money spent, meant for the grid
Meant for widespread infrastructure
When my brothers and sisters
Died in cold, down in Texas
Of all places, yes, even the desert is cold
Compatriots please, reawake
Before the stranglehold turns to shackles

Keep your cult ****, far away from me.
You know nothing of what it is,
That what is American;
You only can claim it in name.
Those who pit the people against one another,
Deserve nothing but pain and shame
Like those who seek absolute control
And consolidation of wealth and votes
Only aimed upward, toward
Classes who are not entitled to anything
But that which us, the common people, gave them.
It looks as though
It's time to take it away
From politicians who only lobby
On behalf of corporations
On maintaining a broken status quo
Stagnant policy with no change
Votes that go toward killing bills
By the very people who write them;
What sick theater.
How long will we let this aberration of justice continue?

Spit on the ground,
And raise your ******* in the air.
Those things they have
Told you not to do
Out of respect.
Respect, the base too is self-evident;
But men let it rise up in their heads
To control every thought and emotion.
If they do not respect others,
If their values are in balloons
Leaking hot air,
Beliefs in the wind
Those who are not attached, but not free.
Let no man change any other,
Who himself refuses change.
Those that cannot admit wrongs,
Learn from nothing.

If I can not foster respect from you
In action and in word;
If nothing is ever good enough for you
My respect, you haven't earned.
If you cannot accept me as I am,
You are the problem.
Because I am only human

Everything I say, I never believe.
Then, why speak?
It is paradoxical,
That is the purpose

That when you encounter this
You show the cheek, and
Continue to speak your truths.
To not let another, shy you away
From heartfelt honesty.
The beliefs held at the soul's root

To be true to no one else,
But reality
The harsh things that stand
As obstacles for our race
The species run, now from us
Nature rendered with disgrace

Crazy, crazy, crazy.
It is tiring trying to tackle this Q stuff,
From a first person perspective.
All this far out quasi side-history,
Drenched in hate of every kind.
Divisive as all hell,
A kind of game within itself
To distance us from each other more
Rather than bring us close.
Together we stand, divided we fall
In on ourselves as like
A house of cards

They don't want you to look up
To look at the stars
They feel it is reserved for them,
The rich - not the intelligent.
They realize how it will make you feel,
Small.
And you'll realize,
They are too.

I tell you all
As someone born to politics,
As someone who when he was born
Was told that everything is political;
There is a far larger nefarious thing
Going on behind the curtain, screen.
You are being tapped of all you know
Trapped, in a snare that closes slow

Do people not see the separation of culture?
The quiet segregation of our artists,
Where we all hurt for their hidden toils.
By the media corporations that pay
Real artists pennies on the dollar.
Who bully those to ghost write
For people they believe will sell better.

Your feed is targeted, more selected
Than you can even imagine.
The profile built on most of you is
Down to a T, it should scare you and
I do not fear monger.
I have heard screams from one with no mouth;
I have seen myself programmed
To live out a life to completion
At the direction of others

I am an ethical capitalist and
A poor philanthropist-
And as for party,
I claim none.
This system is exactly what the founders warned of
Parties that pit parties against each other,
Who forget they are comprised of compatriots of the same nation.
Never swear off community
For the sake of security and comfortability
Because those that tell you that is the bargain we pay
They have shares in lies

A wax rose dipped in gypsum,
That's never led me astray.
When I had the will to listen
To the righteousness of moral and ethical thought;
Lucidity was the light, rationale was my guide, and fear and ignorance cleared the way.
When you realize science is holy,
You can pick out the false practitioners.
Those who really only want to learn more
To plunge us back into
Dark days of an old world
That was easier to leash

And I watch these congressional hearings
And marvel at all the people in the room
Who are not politicians.
Marveled they are allowed to work like they do out in the open, have no shame.
When they extort your favorite guy
To vote yes, to sending another round
To either of the conflicts we're in.
When they blackmail your favorite lady
To a yes vote, for laxer taxes for our upper classes
For the businesses that fuel industry
But already bring home far too much
That you all made, but won't see.

So it is on us,
Every average Jane & Joe
Regardless of origin, so long
As they are truly American
To stand-up to these politicians
And call them out on their *******
Their lies and corruption
Cronyism, drug abuse
Embezzlement
These are the obvious
But if we do not push back
They will continue on
If we do not push back
We have not long
Before the train is completely derailed
As they dismantle the track
We blaze on

This is fascism, these are the nazis.
Who would cut out all support
For enforcing a border,
Or making progress on a wall.
Who don't extend the olive branch,
To repair the damage from history
And write new chapters.

This is fascism, these are the nazis.
Who play both sides just to profit,
Who will sell you out just for a couple of dollars.
It's the big money groups, the lobbyists.
Any who have them as donors,
Do not count you among them.

It is stagnation they want,
And inflation is sought
Because it leaves more power in the hands
Of those who control demand
And pits those who rely on supply
Against one another

We focus on fights amongst ourselves
While they tarnish our economy
And step on our rights
That are self-evident & constitutional

These old-world world fair expos,
Put up quick and tore down just as fast.
These were the grounds
Where they could revive their cult,
If only for just some days
They have refuge to relax.
Practice in slavery and
In cannibalism & *******.
Now, in ***** harvesting.

Today

Look at the camps on the borders,
At all those who go missing.
Trafficked all around
Freshly after arriving.
Or just after fasting,
Before they have finished praying.
Before they got a chance to say,
Goodbye.

**** the heart and
You leave life to the vicious realm of fact.
And now quietly, bias builds
Behind a calculated mask.
Speak your minds, and fast.
Before you lose all ability to affect any real large change.
You will be charged, regardless
Of if you said anything.
So don't say the words of other fools
Who know not even their best interest.
Talk amongst yourselves and
Find the common ground.
That is democracy's politics