stirring for you
from so far
as eddying currents do
with stars in the sky
in motion all around
as the tide tends to

how do you sleep
when it's a celestial body
you find divine
and sign your life away
to stay in the dark
to worship for all time

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

you're on my mind
nearly all the time
and it kills me
to hear you say you're his
what is this
why did you reach out
i still don't know
i can't figure you out
how little has changed
is this a game
something to numb the pain
encased in that brain
that makes my heart beat
or are you just insane
then again, i can't help but entertain
firing every neuron, reviving what remains
douse you in affection
just to see you alight
like a neutron star
don't look too hard
you may find yourself blind,
awestruck, by her heavenly sight

and if you were?
my end all, be all
would that be so bad
clearly, you think so
so i should as so

i am having the worst day
and my friends don't speak to me
they are the worst that way
fairweather folks
who turn to run
in the direction of the weathervane

this thin veneer
i hide behind
is broken
but for a question
as to it

not that anyone
cares to make anyone else,
uncomfortable,
asking what's real

How much do you think I know?
What I do, I don't show
And if I go? It will be silent
And without pause given,
As if you didn't know

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

i'm upset
because of x
no
actually
you always get angry at y
anyways
i'm upset

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.

somebody's ******
floating in my soft drink
I should have ordered hard

the ice is raw
lines still there
fresh from skating

and the atmosphere
in here
is something like a graveyard

it's too much to reach out
always
i'll drown these naive dreams
with whatever's on hand
medicines
coughing
nothing is ever as it seems
especially when you do flips
just to convince yourself
it could ever come from her lips
moonshine and
longing

the beauty
of kindness
it's infinite surplus
the appreciation garnered
and it costs nothing,
priceless,
and more often than not
you're paid back,
even in just a smile

You cannot imagine I
Speaking from another person's
Point of view.
Though you recognize the importance,
The intrinsic value of it qualitatively,
You're not able to
But the issue is deeper, broader
Because you cannot put yourself
In another's shoe

reach out
and grab the hand
i extend
while it stands
while i can
because times are getting worse
we'll all be tightening our purse
like we should have our lips
as the dollar dips
and we are served
just desserts

you might ***** and moan
but I brood
like a hen over dead eggs
the stress builds
and gnaws at me
incessantly

You think me ******
For what seems to you to be a lack of caring
I cannot convince you of my care
If you refuse to believe so
Despite my efforts
So I relinquish doing so
Why should I waste the time that is so precious
On an issue which has no basis
And on a rationale you refuse to release
I haven't the time for such things
Really, no one does
But yet they fritter it away
For things that will never change

Not I

i don't have animosity
or anymore resentment
girls will be boys
boys will be girls
it's a mixed up
messed up
world

vain, narcissistic, materialistic
addicted to pain
playing around with
different sexes
and i love her
bright are the stars
dark is the sky
and even though they shine
it doesn't matter much to me

i got something to say
words that aren't mine
sweet lovely death
lovely death
one last caress
and you can
claim this carcass
another cadaver
for your collection

if you need a protector
gladly, i would take that role
provider, confider, supplier
of everything that could supplement
anything you felt was missing
give up my dreams
just to see yours
i can take a backseat for a while
so you can soar

somewhere-in the absence of light
carry me out
somewhere out of sight
lay me down
and I'll tell the truth
petals falling all around
you can have them
if you want to

it wasn't asked of me
so I just shrugged
what does it matter
what goes on, overseas
if you ask me
they can all get buggered
and ******

and who will
in times of sorrow
extend a hand
when only yesteryear
you ******* about land

you're troubled
and i feel for you
and it pains to me to no end
there's no hope here to mend
so i'll just detach myself again
i'm merely something to keep your interest
in your boredom
is your life dull.
what sickness tooks this relationship, deformed from contortion
deprived of any soul

I am the why, I am
Because I am me.
More my knowledge and experience than measly genes.
Anyone who tells you different
You should just write off as a ****,
And more importantly
Without morals or values they'll stick to.

Roll your eyes,
What emptiness resides
Within the vacant cavity behind?
Search inside,
Roll them toward yourself and never
Again, outward.
Those who cannot stomach themselves
Have no place to judge another;
When all is law and each thought verdict
Passed upon others, save for the trouble,
Of living up to your word proper.
When someone hates themselves just as much as they hate you;
When it's a life of lies, the truth is
Misery takes no sides but to dishonesty.
What defense can be mounted
In courts with no deliberation?
Where fact is mourned over the exalted opinion
And partisanship is par for course,
Where being objective and without bias is common treachery
And only shows how little you understand of the situation at hand
One likely having little recourse for discourse
Room only for more, escalatory rhetoric & action
As hatred only knows hatred;
Breeding further contempt and confusion  
For the ailings of the world

madam
a loud, strong detonation was recorded
by the seismic counter
within my head
an explosion erupting
in my chest
rendered me weak
buckling at the knees
to weep
and wished i were dead

cream rises to the top
the tippity tip tip top
atop it all
to top it all off
a headpiece
a queen
a puppet
a president
czar
dictator
prime minister
prince
and yet
it's all old fools
and young morons
running our countries

Do not forget
Being shown a true face
Likewise, sides previously unacquainted.

yes, I know
how lonely life can be
it's a tale recounted
if you let it flow
let the bad go, you'll see
what love has grown to
or the little that has
in reality, amounted
one sided
it seems
as most of your relationships
tend to be
it's a trend
one of the ones
i'm breaking free

cut me down
to pieces
with your
half baked love,
your heart of dough
will it ever rise?

god
i know why my mind
is so warped
but christ
climb back on the cross
and before you do
a favor of you,
heal another sick man?

you write of the gods
but i am here, on earth
my mind not in the clouds
with thoughts of saintly and good things
rather more comparable to the gutter
which isn't to say they do not linger
drifting through my mind
to see them brought to life although,
i should like to
and with you
it just isn't possible
not now

lionheart
of literature
how long have you stood
in the background of my life
your drawings,
they all have their backs turned
hiding their faces

You rise to meet my face,
I tell you, strike
Because I will not hesitate to
Lay you down
With speed and with grace
You will appreciate
When wherewithal gets through
To stop, being the bigger man.
Half your age and full of rage
Look past my eyes and see inside
The bigger they are the harder they fall
And men who believe in nothing
Have no ground to stand,
But room to die.
You think you're strong?
What of the wrong,
And your life?
The real brawl

gut reactions
not indictive of how i feel
im calloused, hardened
cause it's all too real
shock factor
repulsion or appeal
you can't decide which
not that i can, either
i suppose it's an old trick
going back to the one you endeared

Views from split fingers,
And words from a covered mouth.
Phone off the ringer;
Lights on, empty house.
Venom, stingers:
Hooks in, doped out.

Vanish from me
Insecurity
She holds me down like gravity
And when she asks
Do you love me
It's not a part of me
But the whole

Heart and soul

If you left, I'd be empty
Only a vacant cavity
Never to be full,
If you leave, please
**** me
Cutting with blades, dull

Fog on the glass,
I rise and fall
With the tides of passion.
And in spite of it all
I still tried to make it on time to class
But always ended up in detention,
Why mention?
When I was out of school, I was at work
Cuts on the saw, eyes in the crook of a book.
Lunchtime was a good opportunity for lessons;
So they excused my absences and exempted my attendance.

through the slivers of night
that slice betwixt your curtains
stabbing at you like knives
all the regrets, all the burdens
regress into dark light
that sleep beckons
in your yearning
relief is a far sight
and your worry burning

Fear is not the end
Comfort is no friend
Battles to contend with,
Against yourself
Against the wind,

Four black walls
Echoes of unanswered calls
Silently, alone, weep
Falling asleep
Quietly weak

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.

don't care now
if you worry
what was the point
kept things from you
cause i didn't want you to freak
but now i smoke joints
and think
your reaction
would be a fraction
compared to mine
would've got it through my mind
earlier, how little you care for people
or friends
whatever i was

the cringe of nightly thoughts
that linger on past the dimming
of lights on the bedside
it's night like these
that keep alive
the torment I carry
and cannot relieve
no matter how hard
I might try
it's nights like these
I am still happy
to be alive

What to do
With a ruling class who
Absolutely spoiled, rotten,
There's no progress for you.
What does it matter
Internationally, what they do
When we bleed at home
And they tied the noose

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.

Looking for something casual?
Is it a hassle?
Juggling all the many things you say?
Contradicting hypocrite,
Who can't get out of her own way.

you can drown out the lies
but the hand still writes
the tongue still wags
like the tail
tucked between legs;
they'll all come to a head

many intertwined lineages
have I been the result of
from whence my people have come
the wealthes of their lives
the zero and sum
rail-men, bootleggers, c.e.os and c.f.os
simple tradesmen and
practitioners of medicines
and am I of the most reticent
to commitment

on the outskirts
the very beginning
a torrent rains
like knives from the sky
and every man is a monsoon
and every woman a hurricane
God, the lord
help me