Painful truths -
That those you love are broken,
Misused and abused,
Having let only pain
Shape who they are.
What they have grown to become
Is in turn the abuser
Having never freed themselves
Of all of the trauma.
As response is triggered-
Healing is hard

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Something to hold onto,
Pieces of this beating heart,
This bleeding hunk of meat
You pulled apart

Nothing to leave behind,
Emptied out old fool,
Call me crazy, act cool
I can recognize the signs

Along in the sun,
Along in the rain,
If you just believe
You can avoid so much pain

But I'm not able
Just to close my eyes
Push it deep down
And say I'm fine

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

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

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 feel very stifled
and stuck
by the economy in this state
move?
litigate
you lazy ******* shills
leave my home
cause you want to rob it?


tax too high?
we won't stomp it
well ****
that's your problem

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

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

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

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?

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

Mixing quantum theory & theology
To drive deeper, points of philosophy
That otherwise are lost
If, today, they come across
As too simplistic

Mixing my life & history with antiquity
Because so much of what is happening are
Trapped in patterns and sequences, being repeated
And to give life more interest and meaning

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

he cries once
it's all she needs
he's cried countless times
over her
but he's a freak

matchbook
striking
look
igniting
watch the cinders
shining
nicholson
smiling

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

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

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

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

I am this way
Because you are all that way;
You are that way
Because we are all this way -
We are this way
Because it is all so confusing!

I tell you though,
Meditate.
I heard it's healthy.

I tell you though,
Foster Silence.
For it's good for our mentality.

I tell you though,
Focus your breathing.
They say it's good for your brains.

i can say
there was a line
i believe i have crossed
from to which
there is never return

from henceforth
all things burn
from the fire inside
i've given turn

and i wonder
why i ever
kept it from feeding

Levy on me love, my sweet;

These words you bequeath,
To one whose heart is true.

Hear how it beats,
With melody and rhythm,
An instrument of the soul
In the orchestra on life;
The song which sings for you

Every tendon, all fiber
Is strung with great intention-
And I relinquish control.
Keys to me, departed with gladly
For my hand to hold your cheek

What lengths prove too far,
Where love also goes?

Levy me love, sweet chance

In that distance that love takes us
Each step is trod, fellowed by love;
That which we seek, follows

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

she's who i'm with
so why do i want another
is it her hips, and their width
or is she just the better lover
her mind is like ******
and she's cooler than freon
i'm a sucker

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.

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

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.

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

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

an alias
strange to think
it's the norm
with all this tech
it becks and moans
calling for a signature
beeps and drones
it's a figure
of how you'd like to be perceived
and a reflection of self perception
you churn out
for the world to see
and though the original
stated intent
has morphed beyond recognition,
beyond belief,
these days
it's just apart
of being

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

Naked death
Unclothed, unrobed
Scythe still sheathed
Christ unrisen
God
In his infinite wisdom
Stayed his hand
And the Cosmos remained silent

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.

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

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.

play that
avant-garde, Archie
roll that stone,
HST
bust a nut, in a
case for the century
Woodward & Bernstein
convolut and confuse
and diffuse some of that tension rising
the crook with a room at Watergate
TRICKY ****
well known for the lying
you can infiltrate
and propagate hate
from here to Asia
but it's the folks at home
who will grab you by the *****
and castrate ya

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

In a bowl of vinegar,
I found only one bug:
The gadfly-
Happily drunk.
I treated him to honey
But the taste to him was funny,
And he grew bored
Trying to swim in something so thick.
Slowly, he drank it all in
And was left free to fly again.

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

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

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