high finance and terror
you had half a job
the commissioner made a huge mistake
where words just disappear
oh do help the rich and well-connected
they need you
careful that your boss does not see you
favoriting my tweets
unstar! unstar! panic! panic!

social media illiteracy
bio: follow or *******
**** the king of hearts
quadruple cheeseburger
acidic fruits
keep chugging
harm on y

a night of debauchery in the works
our minds refueled with petroleum
entropy hour with free *******
where truth gnaws at your legs
but you continue walking

human irrationality
gets beaten to a pulp
by bot rationality
how bland and discordant
getting them drawn and quartered
humanity can do without us

that **** poet saw the egg hatch into regrets
**** the only one who cares
manufacturing awkward silences
and making a killing
what the hell is anergy

miss world virginity 2012
what have we done
ghost eating humans or some **** like that
someone already thought of that
funny thing you wanted to say

your timeline can beat my timeline
mute only the users who make too much sense
the epitome of trying too hard
and then coronal mass ejection
all the over the place
you know this goes nowhere so you want out

no more outreach from this point on
shredded the flow chart
too much in the projects
exit stage down

Just like any other story
We've started with oh so blurry
Strangers we were,
I think that's a cliche from somewhere.
At the beginning it was all a blank page
And I'm a bubble trapped in a cage
While you had this heart with broken line
From the girl once you've called mine.
Maybe that's where we gain connection,
The hurt inside which obviously need correction.
Second by second we became friends
I hope it will last right until the end.
The laughs at our little conversation
It is both our path of satisfaction
There are times I'm festering in frustation
Trying to pen my way out of procastination
When I'm all empty,
You're there and refueled my positivity,
Are you the master of laughter spells?
Cause you give me happiness can't even describe in hell.
If perfection is just a lie
Then why do people even try?
I guess it lives within, we cannot see
Just like any second you become crazy.
This man with big gentle heart
We become proportion when it comes to music art,
We both shared common interest
We talk and laugh and forget about the rest.
But his heart needs to heal
He needs to be true and be real.
So wish upon a shooting star
Believe and you will get quite far
A hope, a wish, a dream, a smile
Nothing selfish, nothing vile.
But wish may not come true
So better plan and not out of the blue.
If you ever crash remember I'm here
Reach my hand, I'm giving it to you near.
Thanks for the bow with perfect timing
Great play of arch, friendship we're gaining.
I'm so lucky for having you,
Just wanna say I'm here for anything you do.

I didn't know him well.
I was only just twenty.
He was the first Indian
I had ever met though
he called himself a Skin.
Came from northern Nebraska.
He was tall, strong, quiet
and soft spoken
with a strange authority.
Somehow, he could sense fear.
At the end of the first day
over An Loc I was
well beyond fear, beyond
terrified, barely functional.
While we refueled
he came over and told me
not to worry. Every day,
he said, was a good day to die.
First time I ever heard
Crazy Horse's famous phrase.
In the morning, his waddling,
overloaded chopper took
a SAM missile up the ***
and totally disintegrated:
no wreckage, no bodies,
no anything left at all.
There's nothing
really left to say
except I hope that for him
it was a very good day.

  ~mce

Just kids,
i'm missing the taste of blood
in my mouth.

Skinny arms
draped over my shoulders
followed by loneliness.

Now,
with an unrecognized face,
I walk these halls with regret.
Knowing,
that forgetting
is not an option.

It's a shame,
not realizing what we have
until it's gone.
dried up worms decorate the side walk,
leaving the dirt,
nearly abandoned.

As machine work does,
I'm refueled each morning
with three pills,
replacing emotion
with steal.

you'll grow back,
as everything does
in the spring.
*******,
as we remembered that we no longer knew
how to love each other.

a cycle,
of becoming strangers.

in the movement of a moment you met her,
  the mayhap of a magic that just might matter.
your pulse pounds in your pupils,
  pulls & pours perfect purple pearls
    of a never-known intricate history,
      an instant intimate mystery.

from the view point
         the true point
         the view to poignant
Cherry Apple Blossoms
  carry Ample Awesome.
silken sailors on a sultry wind
  blowing between their lotus friends,
wander within the waterfall
  & ride it upwards after all.

mere moments from making memories
  melding mighty might-be's,
your morbid mockingbird returns
  melting maybes into more burns.

the water appears pure
  & your scars need cure,
but it won't wash away the intense,
  can't convince me to release and rinse.
Blood bound to my soaked sleeve,
  saturated with the grieve
    of the heart worn stark there,
      the heart i can't spark or spare.
failing falling farther further
  faster into fractured forever.

from WOAH to WOE
  and WOW to OW,
one more maybe something
  dies another nothing

yeah, i know,
  you been all about NO,
    flushed in a negative flow

As Lucid As Hell

i keep seeing your fleeings
  from deep suffering feelings,
    crushed beyond breathing.

refueled and refeeled are the doubts,
  rabid to wreak the shrieks of their shouts.
happy only happening
  from external stimulation,
misery the missing of my own motivation.
even music is up down all-around,
  sometimes just sound.
how much more tired
  can you grow of uninspired?

But what the **** Dude?
  whence went your Attitude?
the epitome of optimal optimism
  within every wish or whim!
intense immense confidence,
  invincible invulnerable arrogance.
remember the relentless effortless course
  of your subconscious primal source?
the intimate emotional intelligence
  to whom all made sense.

Have you ever felt overflowing
                         been effervescent
                         knew you were undousable?

Are you aware of self-fulfilling prophecies
  that refueling never needs?

Perhaps possibly that personality is not deceased,
  and not even appreciably decreased.
If the power imbuing the flower
  simply slipped sleeping into hibernation,
then there just needs to be a shower
  to rinse in the reinCarnation.

HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY
is belief in being almost cute
  with soul-voice articulate.
a writer friends & family call poet
  who rides rhythm & rhyme
    along imagination's music,
      the inner bliss
        which inspires a kiss
witty charming stunned
  sweet smart overcum
suave swan not gone,
  just sleeping til the right dawn.

maybe it's back to the breeze,
  re-friending the days it brought teaching.
information gathered from seas & trees
  transferred to me from miles of reaching.

even then my arrogance knew reverence
  when we would watch the wind
    somehow know how much we did not know
      and wonder how different we'd be once we did...

I love you,
that should say enough but it does not,
for none will love you as I do,
from now till eternity,
for I was forever enslaved from first sight,
and shall be in the fiery depths of hell,
or the streams of heaven,
for you are to me to broken for anyone else to help,
for your tears cause me more pain than words can do justice,
for my love for you cannot be contained in all forms of expression,
from paint to prose,
music to movies,
none may stop this flood for it is beyond me,
it comes from the divine,
it just seems destiny,
for me to love you,
for a moment I see thou in tears,
it  makes me bleed,
your father is of no solace to you,
for he is to great a fool to see the gem he beholds,
but you love him,
so I shall shine a light onto you so he may see,
for my love for you is to truly one I would die for,
the window is but a few steps away,
and if mine death makes you smile so it shall be,
if compassion is what you seek it shall be,
your wish is my command,
you to me are to great to be with one as lowly as I,
you are beyond any I can ever behold,
for this love cannot be seen in any a word said or written,
it to me is the string that keeps me alive,
if you wish to put me on a leash so you may smile so it shall be,
for your smile is worth more than any sum, answer or desire;
it is the only thing I know to be worth the concept never ending,
these words are not mine but that of a man I do not know,
for I am still but a boy and you a woman of great prowess,
I am but stuck upon you,
your image is which that keeps breath in mine lungs,
to help you is to have solved all mine worries,
please be mine for but a day,
or if  that is to much give me one chance to prove my worth,
for my fear of not being with you is greater than that of all that man fears,
for a lion is what I shall wrestle,
or do any a thing to prove my love,
for you are marked by burning iron upon my heart,
you pervade my every thought
the reason I breathe,
for you are beyond any a woman I could ever know,
for even if god had not destined this I believe that mine love for you would still be the great flood from which Noah escaped,
my thoughts are clouded by nothing but you,
for even in prayer my thoughts turn to you,
from dawn till dusk when I do not consume a drop of sustenance,
the thought of you is what allows it to pass,
there are not enough words to describe how pulchritudinous thou is,
the words for beauty do not do you justice,
no word ever does. no word ever could,
I was a fool to think I should,
a fool to think I could,
the thought of you places a weight upon my chest,
you.
are the owner of mine soul before god takes it away,
you to me are great,
the only great,
in any and every way,
I cannot contain myself from you so god must,
to contain this is but sickening now,
so I must solve such a thing ,
I must have your love as you must your fathers,
if not more,
I know I do not deserve,
I never could,
I wish you to be mine,
for my love shall endure,
and I may even endure your marriage but never having you is eternal torture,
for I do not wish to be chained forever,
but I fear I will be,
without love,
it is a sickness and I now know why,
they said you will know when you love,
I think I now know,
if this is not  what love is I fear I shall never know,
if I cannot have you there is no reason to live for not even heaven can be as great as the angel you are,
You deserve to be happy,
and I cannot but help you in that endeavor,
I cannot help but be sick with love for you;
I wish it would fade,
and I wonder. will it?

Or shall it be that my curse shall stalk me from right to left,
east to west,
I will try my best;
to be free
I hope it is enough but it may not let me see,
for my love for you blinds me.
as much as it binds me,
it veils my soul,
making itself believe if it had paid the toll.

You may have been kinder if you were crueler,
but you were neither cruel or kind,
only, a; torturous girl
just like every other I have known,
for you do not yet see the truth,
even when it is so close you may feel its breath,
the truth but hurts,
as it  has but been slowly cooking me as if it were a fire.
It seems my destiny is to be burnt alive with the truth,
that will be mine end.

But I hope it is not,
for in this despairing time, there is only hope,
hope that these hard times will end,
for people care if only we look,
there are kind people on this pale blue dot as well as cruel,
it seems I may have finally found content after that last cruel twist of fate,
a twist for the better I hope,
but right I hope I am,
for whenever I hope, it seems to be wrong,
even still I hope,
but how hopeless is such,
hope that shall never refueled,
it is but the draught throat of a dying man.

It seems hope is but a small star in the blanket of the despairing sky,
and even then it may not shine,
dulled by the moon,
it is as hope is dulled by others joy,
so it wanders the night sky,
trying to find solitude so they may grow and become joy one day,
but to rare it is,
that such a thing may happen.

You had such a chance to do such a thing,
but alas I shall never reach the joy of the moon,
for you have but dimmed my star to but a dim gloomy dot,
that seems to be fading in and out of existence.

You knock on the door, you cry and you fight,
You take a sip form a cup of somebody’s lies
You rage like a kid, you laugh and abuse,
Try to make all those fools see the stupidity of their own rules

Others don’t get, they don’t hear nor dream
To find deeper meaning in things that they see
To explore this life on their own cul (***)
Feel the pain, agony, thirst and again be refueled

With pleasure – drop of rain, winds’ kiss on your cheek,
Rivers’ flow, roses’ smell, suns’ bright shine on your skin

Describe the emotion, state of mind, things with words
No, old language won’t fit here… must invent new, my own
With more of a meaning, and passion in it
More precise, more refined, and no “censorshit”

God I shall doubt, folk I’ll despise,
Contemporaries shall call me “spoilt little child!”
I won’t pay attention to those hypocrites,
My work now is done, pay attention to the…

My gift to this greedy, rotten, sickening world,
It’s this book of poetry, which shall speak in my stead when I’m gone
For I talk through the ages, through decades of time,
Now genius I am, and this is a testament of mine