i could live off that kiss
that moment when our lips
chanced to meet
the feel of your hips
the material of your pants
my heart skipping beats
just a passing glance
i stammer, tongue in cheek
forget my grammar, leave out words
you leave me speechless
and make me weak

What are the point to these words?
To anything of language?
For the same could be said
Of all of which we do;
For understanding,
For that is care.
That I want to hear,
To want to share,
That I wish I were there.
To express my love for you,
What that is my love for life.
That I lived & it was good.
What I think-
There were negatives,
But I developed my own pictures.

you are tired
and I am tired
of the status quo
of
the way things go,
it's not something we can say any longer,
with gaze casted down
and held tongues
we must be stronger

the ugliness of humanity,
that is the face of humanity.
stare that ****** dead in the eye
if he ain't sweatin'
he's gunnin' for you and I

You may do exactly as one requests,
Just for them to still have complaints.
Go the extra mile,
Only to fall short.
You can be asked to speak openly,
Only to be punished for your honesty
And shamed for what are your thoughts.
Still, the strongest of us have no care
For them to cause such a thing as silence;
That I am only human,
Is this my fault?

you may not be
but i am giving up
cashing in
it's all been so much
i can't breathe
enough is enough
heavy
like scent of
rot

i know i sound resentful
but it just is what it is
that's the quote i hear
i like, what gives?
you're gonna take this ****
what happened to americans
with necks to stick out
and spines that don't buckle
and bend the knee
i don't want a war
but i'll give hell
for the next man
to be free
the buck's already passed
apparent from the convoys, battleships, and f-16s
from land, air, sea
they **** a land
they plan on taking
and we're watching

Paul, John, Joseph, Joe, Jill
mention every name
don't ever know
why time
is better spent with them

Pixilated war,
And out in the real fields
Insurgents rally against
Tin men and robotic dogs.
Death from above,
Artillery & first-person drones.
I sip an energy drink
In 60° AC Fahrenheit weather,
I don't stop to think
As to if orders deserve questions
And whether I would be satisfied with answers.
They don't have drafts,
We have programs & apps
To pilot steel fellas.
Suppress, eliminate, rescue,
Some of them even punch up the graphics.
Last week, I traipsed through
The inhospitable Arabian Desert,
Many decades ago rendered entirely uninhabitable,
To help diplomats involved in a helicopter crash.
The day after that,
I was in the snowy north
Fighting red droids.
And soon after,
On an island in the Pacific
Defending from adversarial users.
I must have died 10,000 times.
And from what I hear on the news
We make advances only to be set back,
And vice versa,
But it's been seventeen good years
Going back & forth.
I don't know if I can recall what we're fighting over.

There are no truths with you
I wonder what you will remember of me
With your cynic's eye, your nihilistic view
The heavy hand, that can't help but use
But the weight is there, and weighs
Like the past, and the abuse
Can feel it in your stomach, head
Shooting pains in your back
Replaying each thing you said
Safe, bombarded by constant attack
The things you never let out, or let go
Those things you surrendered to
And let take control
Sacrificing yourself.
It takes a toll
To sell your soul,
And you only reap hell

i guess i'm selfish
i don't care about anything or anyone
besides myself
and my own interests
i'm trying
to be better
and i'm the victim
with all my ******* and procrastination
my worst enemy
my subconscious, consciousness, and imagination
my mind is a travesty
a shrine to mania
a tapestry of degradation
it's insanity
the man i want to be
is who i stab at in the mirror

i am too
prone to neuroticism
indecision
and using others
for gratification
at this point
i curb them
if i can

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

the idea I made you feel shamed
or caused you anguish
is such a wretched feeling

we are pinned
like the cushion
of an elderly knitter
and next to me
a young private
chatters and fritters
fresh recruit
and I get the sense
runt of the litter
up and over
quickly gone,
I sit,
waiting for winter

stoke the flame
buried within you
fan it
with hope
and if it has gone out?
spark it again

so many mind games
and thoughts i have to think twice
before they sink in
i wonder
does she feel for me
or is she out to use me
turning me out from within
pinch my pockets
gouges down my back
reducing my eyes to sockets
with just a blank look

we're holding out hope
and pulling for you
here, in yankeeland
and our grandfather's would have gone
then they invented the a-bomb
and pushed big red buttons
into every world leader's hand
and we can't pretend
chances aren't slim
that you win
but we're pulling for you,
in yankeeland

I can recall
joy like a fog light
cutting through
the hazy swamp gas
this fly trap
of a headpiece is
at least I have something to give

what is peace
a prelude to conflict
the calm before the storm
one crisis
to the next
the human memory is limited
how blessed we are that it is
with how awful life can be

Badoo
Let's swing!
Find me a date
Find me a friend,
All I have, seem to be
Only fans.

It's so hard sometimes
To let go of someone
You never had

And then there's the instances
Those that you love are done
To tear down all you've built that's bad

Light fixtures can only short so much
Waning little more when you're no longer interested
Awnings leak so many liters, before they let through
Bottom feeders will take even the crumb

you've nowhere to run
the thing you so hungrily sought
those lofty ideals that lead to this outcome
will be stabbed at
reverse engineered and understood
till they are gone

how does your judgement supercede your predecessors
do you profess to understand the pulleys
the intricate inner-workings
the mechanist and puller of the levers
better?

do you understand the precedent this sets
do you care
if it fractures the nation
and opens the door
to absolving older legislation
so short-sighted
it is thunder
singing lightning
a storm brewing
to shadow progress
and bring on devastation

If you would rather **** off the sick
Because the premise of their care
Is too costly or burdensome,
You're far beneath me.
Hell, to me you're no one.
Just someone needing to be dealt with,
With the same level of care you show

Reaching through echoes
Wishing to change what is,
Because what once was
Is past.
More than mere memory,
I could live a life off what we had,
But things elapse.
Time goes pass,
And all I can say is
Remember me

take the hill
the man with the whistle
hollers, up and over
i can't remember
my mother's face
and the photo
my wife gave
is tattered to shreds
a bayonet stabs
my brother to my left
bleeding, crying out for god
clammy hands
clasping my rifle, muttering prayers
shells drop like the most
magnificent rainfall
gas creeping
like fog hanging
in humid air

When thoughts coalesce with feeling,
Do not let intensity take you. Though,
Don't let the thought and feeling fleet-
Sit and temper it, in
The furnace of the heart &
The forge of the mind.
Until hardened resolve springs,
With method & motive derived.

I love you my
Amputated limb
Planet in orbit
Laps around the sun
Space to swim
You can always
Wade with me,
Until the sun rises again

these are geniuses
these titans of industry
using their wealth of knowledge
to pursue unimaginable avenues
of unadulterated greed
soar to heights
unable to be touched
cold, as the air is thin
up there
with no care
and no connection to anything human

falling far short of the marks
he erected for himself
the capital district continues to inflate their wealth
at the cost of the nation
for my compatriots' health
the future seems dire
in terms of rendering any help

exactly
just like that
spot on

it was a spark
awaiting ignition
to blaze a flame

it was all out rebellion
strikes of interdiction
streaked across the nation

kesey, el chapo, canucks
a veritable shark tank
this northern continent
land of social deterioration

Turn your nose up,
How trite it is to be pretentious
Doing nothing but showing
Your arrogance and likely
Ignorance, often
Resulting in loneliness.
Riding a high horse in despair

putting my **** hat on
****, cap
**** if I can't lie for long.
not being bashful,
I know I'm an *******;
a man can still be strong
and still be wrong?
go pick a daffodil

matchbook
striking
look
igniting
watch the cinders
shining
nicholson
smiling

one man
but another in the mirror
speaking back
deception
a warning to the faint of heart
to avoid a hard earned lesson
keep the love you have
and hold it in recession
if your lover proves shy
in returning warm receptions
for you are like a beggar blind
when in denial
of a petty rejection

Femcel, incel;
You're celibate, and not for a lack of trying.
Who gives a ****, give it a rest,
Get to work,
And get busy dying.

How'd I start the morning?
Kisses and hugs.
Brought coffee to you in bed,
And your sister to school.
Threw your laundry in.
It's the least I can do.

You chose to insult me,
Never kissed or hugged me.

And can you take your stress out
On someone who isn't there?

it was easier
as kids
i didn't let
my mind get overrun
with what could be
but not now
when we can be
but it's me

he was much
like those before him
precarious of the future
loatheful of the present
and closing his eyes off to the past
but disconnection renders naught
and one might need to prime the mind
for deep and tender thought

and i am a speck of dust
and a dust mite
every aspect of the life cycle
i have seen
infinity
and witnessed
the birth of stars
their life, and death
event horizons
alien planets
out in the infinite ebony
of dark sea, space
covenants, washed with time
and gods long ago forgotten
tongues no longer wagged
i saw the tail tucked
i saw the eagle, spread
and i've bow-wowed
begging for a bone
been driven from my home
and was the one looking down
and when i was
i put my boot to their throat

i'd run off with you
out west
down south
further north
eastward bound
wherever your heart is
i want to be there
with you

a lifetime
it will take a lifetime
of welts and pain and things I didn't necessarily had to forgo
because
I don't know
it's clear I struggle
obscured and muddled
my mind is
drugged and over-doubled
and if it all gets to me
know it isn't you

i'm still here
still helplessly in love
standing like a shmuck
betting on hard work, faith, and luck
it makes me laugh
knowing i'm more than enough
i feel the way i do
there's no pedestal
you're not my only chance
yet i can't ever get over you
c'est la vie

i've censured myself
and censored myself
over what others might think
what those i love might
for their worry
their judgement
for pride

calls for resignation
disgrace, dishonor, desecration
of the office held
the law venerated
you talk of people
like chattel
to be corralled, choded
castigated
but hold yourself
to no such judgement
you're a problem
of your own making

i love the hard women
and soft men
who've let themselves fill rolls
supposedly not intended for them

king of his castle
but queen of her domain,
the unions of dominion life
are rarely one and the same
often times one sided
and sometimes distanced or restrained
the passions of real love
remain balanced,
but still wild, as to be untamed