When the first words out of his mouth was
"Sup *****"
I knew a certain few things

1. He was not getting laid tonight.

2. None of us in this room know why he's the party leader,
All glancing at each other in awe
nodding like a hive mind chanting
yes, this man is in fact an *******,
no, i don't know how he rose to power
yes, he did just call us *****.

3. I could think of a million one liners that would earn me way more respect up front than that.

I don't know what I was expecting
walking into this basement

Maybe some small fame
The same small fame I get from getting on a stage for slam poetry
or being cast in a reality T.v. show
Or singing kareoke at my local bar.

Maybe for the free pizza
We've all been there.

And yes, maybe it was for the revenge.
the campaign slogan you stamped
recruitment posters with.
Join the evil league of evil!
Launch revenge against the modern heroes of today!

But when I sit down in this small fold up metal lawn chair,
in what is presumably his moms basement
Behind a projecter  (also probablly his moms)
Next to captain nose bleed
And princess *******.

I already don't have a whole lot of faith in his agenda

So when his opening line
Was "Sup *****"
Like that is some sort of impressive villanous monolouge peared down into one and a half words.
I lost any ounce of faith I had in this cult.
And decided to Usurp this "Party Leader".

Now you might be asking:
Why?
Why would you want to be the head of the evil league of evil?
Founded in this pre pubescent boys moms basement
Whos only followers so far seem to be captain nosebleed,
and princess *******.

Well
clearly
You don't understand.
Captain nosebleed is already under the thumb of princess *******.
I mean lets be real without princess *******
We're three dudes in a basement
Pretending to be super villans.

And you've been known to be pretty charming.

But in your friends evil lair.
Sorry
Moms basement.

You start to evaluate your situation
Gotta make a descision.

Are you fighting for Revenge,
or the small fame?

Happily Ever After...

I could be the mermaid lost at sea,
I could be the Alice of your Wonderland,
Villans lined up with swords and spells,
We'd fight them all to the end.

Magic mirrors and haunted homes,
Singing trees and enchanted wands,
Ogres and dragons,
We'll visit them all.

Three wishes and glass slippers
Sisters and dwarfs,
I could be the rabbit of your hat,
I am Wendy if your my Peter.

Once Upon A Time...

I see regress in Mankind -
escaping through the backward tunnel of self inflicted destiny
Running rampant amongst the Judites, the elders too old to be alive
Printing cash coin empty of value ceaselessly into the empty abyss of night,
Oh, pity no fool for each man thinketh himself into action (reaction) -
So may the nightmares the souls of war suffer
torture the maniacal mind of these villans
and make them taste the blood of their fallen innocent prey -
Alas, history rules fate until history is let go of -
each day anew, yet strung together into eternal daylight bliss bang
Yes, and the fountains in the gardens soar higher than ever,
With peace in the ranks for conquering vibration
Lest say the suits then freedom shall be,
For the suits are the devil in disguise, selfish aliens of Mankind.
Never be nothing less than gold, they say harsh and bold
For the ones of dirt will be poor eternally, body after body -
So bow down to creation and civilization and rampant war supierors.
But the underground speaks loud, louder than air in silent transition from still movement
To an ever-evolving force of unpenetrable doubt beyond foresight or useless chaos,
The underground breathes heavy,
And exhales the toxic filth of first-world hedonistic pleasure domes of futuristic down-fall,
tasting the ****** drive of youthful generations seeking salvation from directionlessness,
And like rabbits, they take to their naked truth of love and lust,
and they bring forth a dissilution of boundaries -
They divide the seperateness of "You" and "I" into a unified personification of God called "We" -
As in "We the people", and so freedom is never more than a lover away.

The thing I like about bookstores and libraries is that the front door isn't really a door... or at least not just a door.  It's a trans-dimensional portal, a time machine, a gateway, a secret passage, a hidden staircase... all of them leading into worlds within worlds of wonder and fantasy and facts and science, some made up, some real.   Worlds of good vs. evil and dimensions where monsters and dragons are heros, times before war and planets that have never known peace.  We walk through these doors that are much more than just doors  and we find thousands upon thousands of villans and victims from unknown  cities and deserts.  Sitting on shelves waiting, just waiting for our hands and our fingers to pull them down and open up their stories and turn their pages.  Their lives eager to unfold and dance before our eyes and our minds.  Realms within realms of worlds within worlds within universes and timescapes.  Some filled with goblins and kings, beasts and queens, others demon and magic and possibilities endless.
And as if that isn't enough...we walk into history and future, fill our heads with knowledge and know how, customs and facts, lives lived and lost.  Artist tortured by their craft, celebrities killed by their name and their fame, poets and writers that traded their lives and their souls to solitude to leave us the gift of their words.  Infinite possibilities to teach and inspire ourselves to become anything our hearts can dream of.  The thing I like about bookstores and libraries is that the front door is so much more than a door, it is the first step of a journey, the first word in a book...

they all suround me
calling me a villan
a freak
a deamon
a monster
just because how i act
my personality
my insaneity
and i realize if they waunt a moster ill give it to them
ill unleash my rath
just because they waunt a villan
but i realize that villans dont get happy endings
but no matter what i do
IM A MONSTER

some times when i lie in my bed i think of various books i have read.

I think of all those charascters so beautifly shaped, about the heroes and their bravery, how might and heroic they are,i remember my dad sitting and leading me trough enchanted worlds of fairytails,i imagined kingdome made of pure white marble and thir princesses in those heavy dresses,i imagined villans baithed in evil,standing in the darkness, and died cowardly.
I had the most wonderful world in my head, i was fearless, i was a knight of my own kingdome,i was a good guy,the one who brings justice the one that slashes evil dragons and saves the beautiful lady,the one the crowd likes.
And along the way everything got blurred,the princesses were drag queens,the kindome didn't exist ,and i dont know what went wrong,i don't know if i am a hero anymore,or a bad guy,i grew up thinking that justice beat evil,always...actually i have imagined the world differently...
                                   but this definietly wasn't the ending i imagined.

The human condition
Is longing to take charge,
To make your own mark.
Make the world better,
Make the world brighter,
Shine in the dark.
But these days it's all I can do
To get out of my bed.
If I were the Chosen One
The good guys would be dead.

I'm mundane.
I'm ordinary,
There's no breaking out of this mold.
I could fight back;
Not take this lying down.
My life's spinning out of control.

The villans condemned
The heroes are sung
Their mem'ry goes on.
I fix up my coffee
I do what they tell me
I'm only a pawn.
I'm much too lazy and unkempt
To find where the action's at.
If I don't go out & find some friends,
I'm gonna die alone with my cats.

I'm mundane.
I'm ordinary.
There's no breaking out of this mold.
I could fight back;
Not take this lying down.
Put a stop to this rigmarole.

They make big discoveries
That become their legacies
Their sign on humanity.
I can't even function
Just living my own life
but I still have vanity.
All I want is to change the world,
to have my name be heard.
There are just so many dreams
But all my plans are blurred...

Because I'm mundane.
I'm ordinary.
There's no breaking out of this mold.
I could fight back;
Not take this lying down.
But I won't escape entropy's pull.

My life's spinning out of control.

perched upon the eave, the robin gives his speech
can't decipher what language he speaks
pull the covers off my face, feel the light of the day
try hard to wrench this body, from this bed I lay
but it all comes crashing down, in this whirlpool
I drown, in this swirling emptyness I found
all these sentimental breakdowns, leave me weak
to carry on

will I ever come close to what I felt so long ago
when my smile was broad, and full of hope
or am I stuck in time, fighting the villans and clowns
surrendering to their laughing sounds

Empires rise and countries fall
But in the end, time judges is all

From lowly farms to palaces sublime
Everything changed with the passage of time

Our ideas on heroes and villans don't budge
But, in the end, time is the ultimate judge

Love and *** and lust, sometimes acting together, sometimes acting apart and seperate.  Entities of themselves.  When all working together though, let us pause and remember the beautiful people and moments when we have been so lucky, it is a wonder and magic we can find no where else in the time we spend breathing and walking through our lives.  It is a pure delight and beauty all hearts and souls and bodies deserve to experince... it is not by any means an easy moment to find yourself in, it is not something everyone will be lucky enough to experince.  For those who have experinced it, stop and remember it.  Let it crawl under the surface of your skin and consume you in this moment.  Get hard or wer or both if capable.  And those who haven't... imagine it, fantasize about it, let it crawl into your bones and blood and let nature take its course and your body feel its power.

And now things become ugly... ugly and uncomfortable and unpleasant.
For this moment is far too often taken away by force and far too often the victims are blamed and the criminals set free with little or no punishment.  Read on if you are willing, but know it is unpleasant and remember for those who have gone through it, far, far worse than we can conceive.

Now come down but remember the bliss of that moment.  
And if you can, many won't be able to, some will have unfortunately already experienced this horrible thing I am about to ask of you...
Imagine a monster, a beast, another living creature, a person... another thing in human disguise... Imagine them taking by force your ability to ever experience it.  To take away one of the purest moments and gifts we should all have the right to.  The moment when love and *** and lust all breath in harmony and unison.  A moment that no devil or god ever dreamed up would dare take away from us.  A moment when love is at its peak of truth and beauty and ectasy.  

There are however, monsters walking amongst us in plain sight and view, who have taken this away from our daughters, sisters, mothers, aunts, wives, friends and even at times, our sons and brothers.
Some dress as the criminals they are, others as promising students from families of wealth, or politicians or preachers or officers of peace and law or the friendly neighbor next door.  There is no way to tell from looking at them, there is no warning sign.  We only find out after it is to late to stop them.  After they have penetrated our childrens vulnerability and forever robbed them of being able to share in that moment and that gift we all have the right to give and share.  It is an act that is outrageous and criminal  and vile and under every instance that it happens should always be punished to the full extreme and ability of justice.  
Unfortunately it is not always so, money and family heritage and name have the disgusting ability to influnce our so called legal system.  Some going to the severe extent of claiming their monstrous spawn were the real victims.  That the momentary lapse of good moral judgment was forced on them by "her" short skirt or flirtatious eyes or drunk behavior.  That "she" was nothing more than a "*****" that was asking for it... begging for it.  And now because of "her" their poor son may never become the billionaire they had always hoped for.  That now he may have to suffer the poor life only millions can provide.  These families of wealth and name and privilege are the villans that live under the guise of good moral and strong faith.  When they make such excuses for their sons, they should be stripped of everything they hold dear, their privilege, their money, their name.
Monsters living in plain sight should not be allowed any excuses for an inexcusable act in any circumstance.  
The term "**** culture" shows us nothing other than how disgusting  we have let our world become.   That as a whole, we worry more about the ink on the dollar bill than we do about the blood coursing through our sisters hearts.  
Somewhere, at both the time I'm writing this and the time you are reading this, someone is either being ***** or someone is being excused for ****** someone.  And once again I must ask, Isn't enough, enough?  When will we stand and unite against greed and give ourselves back to the gift of love?  Let it be soon... let it be today