you missing this obstruction?


no simple
say no to something
i didn't intend for that in your, ears?
how the train come throwing me, thoughts?
i ain't have it today
what it is
the good book
i served the world a good book and them some
well them some other ways

of gettin it done

that debate down the Mississippi
you get that, bye gone

white and solid in faced, blight left
for now another's reproach
end sights
of hinderance's ago
i write of entrance
to selfish eden's floor
your owned ways
i'll not relent

no tear is simple
nor man worth announcement of oceans laughter
her pit is worthless
and he another's wasting village
untended she lust's free and...
his mouth is opened

law enforcement doesnt understand liberties and freedom
the obstruction to my mailbox and my paychecks is beyond
crimes phd

do you know how to get the homeless off the street
or what is wrong
how do we look at this discussion

meanwhile i live, in america
heard much lore
referencing the rooms and homes they paid for
so much love
yet they wont take
yet the way to say they take
the boot to my throat

and while i passify my anger
the white light searches for excuses
to exams im finished with
yes you didnt go to school with me
and yes you didn't get hired by the places
and the people i did
and when i speak its classified
yet to realize someone beneath you is winning, i grin

we are homeless
inside the mind
of the unfinished race of sentences
between this parked spectacle
and the losing draft picks or war
the mutants gripes linger through her ears
her last push to the polls
and my exotic dance as i swallow a boy box

the child hears only the ocean
the elder fool is without the hearing of the elder moon
ones tide returns
when one ends the foolishness

undoing the letters takes you forward
the writing is decisive victory over saddness

this is the building of soot
upon the flower
the dominion of hate
rather than the delegations freedom
freedoms are a prescribed adonis
this you are not worth
inside the head the she demon attempts
attempting purchase of the adonis's eyesights
she withers into decrepit mourning of her lost love affairs

this is the repressed realms of greed and caverning the self


perscription, perscribing, perjury
rather than description, learning and journalism