im a man in a mirror paris

believe in one thing
the costumes of love, selfish disguise
they fear and see there not alone
the theatre will survive

the sounds different to me

begin description in repose of.....
the language of reconstructionism

pass the nights with the suns
the water eats less bread than homes
we can build out of an honest days peaceful assembly

we are alive today
beneath a police officers assumption of worth
not to segregate from here is to consult crime again
in the mind of that person whom is not a criminal dependent
within the unified tax code

let it be known that your rights are others rights and writers are working from behind where you are at to get to this message
news will find and teach itself as the days are alive

this is description of possibility, worth and the wealth of nations
by kevin mathenia 2025

this is finding of news as definition in the production of poetry
a french free form of irish journalism

not a pre defined contraption but a play being and writing of american dielect

as we live in the undertow we know thats real

theses obstructions of justice are brought upon us
by government corruption of budget
there are no shortfalls
only losses of free speech by the bulging pockets
the millions of dependents on my tax returns this fiscal cheers

rip mac miller

got the grisel from the iron when the judge let me grow
the furrowed brow don't bother no more

pay the price for my life, you the treason in my allegiance

you stuck behind the gate on my brown
counting frowns around cities broke open
for irish jazz im lately
out of ties she wants dances, im news

able bodied housed men and women become
arborists
to prevent timber's cinder beneath molder curfew laws
reports of supplies are reallocated to coordinate lumbering mills

this is a deadened wood above failed government habitable standards must work to learn of themselves......

dont buy that my moves dont leave
get back to that rent, open lines no draws.....
musn't learn irish may havens and posse drops lots
badu clouds ivory bevelled drawls

plaquered to the peppers in a tree
no relief with heave, **, wild sows,

subtracting voices
chandeliers hung by dead feathers
cannon ***** of years when time hated fairly
left over promises i'm not friends with

getting lept out
hanging death
to find a friend
running away
marrying the wash out
battling for empty
filling up the old crimes
inside my healing head
to destroy their evidence
useless when its good
too ugly for views

prisons too important
for me, the left overs

i was the addiction
now another contraception
hailing ghosts
tangled in timecards
under hung
and still voting
to take my spots


you dont know how to stop violating my boy
Only in the wretched
Broken locking
Of the safe
I was beaten into
Which refuses
To hide
Privately, despised by standards
Breakthrough! Simple
To be your sickness, in fiend
In the fiend you
Rusting edgework of him
And her and his fathers and hurting
Me better
Thanking myself always
Your cursed reproach of silence
Uncontrolling the illness
People please themselves in the dyes


admonition
The generals cries
A blind baby
Released of faith
His bloods eyes screen
Undone binds
Freeing the filthed
Upon his head
No justice
Beneath the shod
Brother he can’t find
Called war

and the man bag
has created western civilizations vancing

the clerical errors of not homeless lost in census homeless celebrity raffle ticket death certificate, oh i meaning this employee of mine can't follow orders from abused derilict painting in hindsight blind justice with stampeding mass of war mongering ingnorance, shift pay bulls of really, hah hah hah, your not better than us idea's i have a tango and cash supercomputer and you don't move

the homekey isn't happening anymore your a criminal i know the algorithms say artificial intelligience from the cia aware of reality check level of bored? hell no you are a repeat, army radio hear this guy, repeat offender of having a homekey


play, joyner lotto

lets reach out and grab our pulitzers, rep's all deaf stilled, next fixer
nod at yo, last bar, yes exam, measures, measures, alieve the poet

i can't catch watergate to watergate without ashes in my sugar i gather from the city no alms or open eardrums her in thousand oaks..........
the countries language is languishing way behind the times article print of fraud ruling concerning the shangri-la homekey language of the governor of california

the literacy level is criminal at this point sir, you have much more need of learnings than I

I have not a= usps address
i have not a= a responsive .gov terminal reply=>illeterate employment line awaiting rations
thats finite math to a letter sir. one star down.

re long for
ruminations wasps
depth of tender melts
silent sings of waters ashed
running length of craft
slaves beautiful and limbering dance
the shipmasters a tournament of patience

the hearts for you
thats the buddha
its his heart you cant steal him either
im only a mind

this is your....? godhead

in hear the ashes turn the way of water into ink

before the tampering of words i was ironic

were eden went wrong?  finding the knower
"don't you speak yet?"

the irish poetry is on the shelf, why is your new name

remember not to deliver world peace is to understand...
you never bother the knower

this first time? of when?  destroying my mind? your answers?
the plagues of rid of why???????????

now the pressing of darkness fine, finished lines, hushed lights

i design a page and kendall runs away with me