Today I turned around to find that I was quite alone
Surprises are a luxury of non-apprehension
A dusty wind was thusly blown
Fine flecks, hard as a blade
and slashes are tossed, a gritty cascade
But I parade a bitter body, battled to a battered
matter collection, like perfection in the putrefied
Steady, steady (knives at the ready)
"Come in!"
And the section Caesar trusted, thrusted
Et tu? et tu? et tu?
It's true! it's true. It's true!?
So what's a brazen boy to do
regardless
he'll polish up his knuckles
trading battery for chuckles
and suckles a malfeasant mix
Agony, spite, jealousy, rage, a nervous pallor, some odds and ends of joy and disgust
There's tricks in the mix not fit to trust
but some must forsworn by a pedant pledge
a life long over the edge

Steady yourself, that's no way for a man to behave
I confess that your dignity requires we enslave
Or rather arrest the best you have to offer
Does that bother you?

Cement slugs by, smoke curdles
feeble legged lugging & the sidewalk's made of hurdles
I emit a nervous cough
Incredulous the spread given us
belongs inside a trough
And I spy the swine-striped sloth
of industry lumbering so humbly
grips a scheme levied down on blister and bumbling
His results dribble into civil cults
housing all founded fondly on faults
"Crazier than a snake's armpit"
the alarm hit a critical component
this is the opponent who wretched
with desire to start some fire
on the kiddies backs, prone to panic attacks
the profile smacks of a psychopath
kick out doors for an abhorrent torrent
of civil wrath and derangement I'd warrant

I am weary dreary
from clearly compiled
profiles provide miles
of trials for my malleable mind
render me blind, confused, deaf, dumb &
thirsty follow the stench to quench 'em
but firstly find a kind of motivation
coupled abruptly in erupting sensation
but my outlook i mistook for having
qualification in truth
his bite is toothless eyes are useless
razor running marathon man, starting line he's shoeless
he brings us a clueless crescendo

Words of Caution

Exclamation, aggravation
sidewinding sycophants
adulation, reputation
dredging dread for half a chance
to uncover a smother of dire-papal chants
scatter silvered platter toss incendiary ants
to the winds hard-pinned by the gust and bluster rants
whip flay the plants, scry to the sky that we could dry half a dance
don't give a glance
over shoulder
it'll make the stalkers bolder
so attests the folder we compiled
we've kept eyes on these guys before you were a child
so he smiled wild & wide, lean much closer I'll confide
how I lied
Our words are a high sulfur tide
I tried to set my stride straight
but straining through the system sets me to irate

Poests from class time

Coffee, Coffee how I wish to have thee
Early in the morning time wouldn’t a fresh java brew be so sublime
Sometimes I need a cup just to get my engine going
Love that dark drink, it gets the proper juices flowing
If I don’t get my coffee in the morning time
I wouldn’t put it past me to put in a crime
For the java, my lava, I need it to burn don’t deserve the coffee
Well it’s time you learn, about how it sticks its caffeine chase tricks
Doling out its licks keeping on the fix, I would nix my addicts but
I need it, I want it, its sitting all around, can’t get my head off the coffee stained ground
It’s there when I’m sleeping, and when I’m awake, when I’ve done some right or if I’m deep in mistake
A vice so nice, I’ll tighten my own screws, there are worse things, crack, smack, booze
However, how clever, the caffeine machine can be, infiltrating house and home, seeping in society
It has holds, it enfolds so many we see, they fall to their coffee cup, drowning with glee
When I was a boy I thought “Why is it that stink-drink is sought” Now that I’m a little older, inhibitions grew some colder, found myself wound up strung out on that drink that I think has me on the brink of a junky-funky that this is a drug; but it hangs around the world smiling and smug
But damn, what I’d do for a coffee right now…


Fight for the night of breaking free
Pugnacious, outrageous window smashing glee
Topple society, tear up the roots burn down the tree
Give voice to the mutes
Content, no repent for our demeanour
Never find colour blind grass that was greener
Made man meaner through derision, that’s not why
Meaner by decision, no but nice try
Meaner by make, there’s no mistake, born from blooded lake
Of death for deaths sake, at morality claw and rake and take
What you can take, but ameliorate to plan if you were a fan
Best to not ban free will, sugar pill, sanguine till, suited shill
Cheap thrill, steel frill, hard mill, save it for yourself
There is no wealth beyond our perception, no exception
To human contaminants, we scorch all we touch
Glorious, notorious, burning and shining, crude and refining
Death and fine dining, encircled lining, candy land-mining
You, try not to put a dent in this one, you know how haphazard we are


I wish I had a muffin, muffins are tasty
Sometimes pasty
But mmhmm muffins
Chocolate chips atop and within
So good, it must be some kind of sin
Muffins yum, yum muffins


Battery is running down, how will I last?
Without a distraction or note taking task
Forty-five minutes left sitting on the clock
Nothing to shelter me from academic talk
I’m on the power saver setting, I turned down the brightness
I didn’t think that lecture would end like this
Not quite alright, I should’ve charged the comp
Damn this battery wish it wouldn’t drop
Its levels, dishevels its own use, I know I leave it plugged in
I know of its abuse
But still how I will that it would stay
That it would run my screen and not go away
I’m sick, I’m tired, all that I desired
Is for a warm bath, to avoid viral wrath
And keep distracted until I find a path
From this place, leave and trace
Without disgrace save what face
Don’t want to walk out, make me pout
To think I’m wasting tuition or face derision
But I’m not exactly paying attention
Very little taking in, littler retention

A post

Words that I am finding too self referential
Trying to break through to grasp a differential
Method or means, the substance of seams
Hold no water dreams dripping on the reams
Praise the prosaic in a mosaic of colluding concluding dirty holy and archaic
Shambling, rambling shifty sided gambling aim to stop the scrambling
Of collectors and defectors to the cult of crass cuttings
Emphasize their muggings and doling out their sluggings
Steal the soul to fill their role of a selfish shoal
Of piranhas chewing faunas not for their maw, it’s just what they saw
They’ll chew it hot or raw, stepping over law, rake it with the claw
Gashes and slashes for their pleasure, just to measure how deep they can pierce
Without being fierce or pouring tears, they stay stoic but play-fighting heroic
Although I never bought it, they sold it to me cackling in glee
While stuffing their coffers with stupid offers of, “save me, save me I’ll pay thee fully”
Their minds have gone woolly, all it takes is the spark, to spur the dark
And catch their head, burn with dread, that being said
Why bother to keep these fools from slaughter?
Well, what if they caught her?
You’d fight and incite the daemons you keep
To stall her sleep, everlasting, regardless of the casting
You’d do all you can to break their bleak plan
And keep her
We are all somebody’s something
And that is one thing
To hold onto
Never let go, submit to undertow
You’d have nothing to show
For your struggle, for ours
For her
Let that spur your person to action
Forget satisfaction, it’s a fraction
Of life,
There are more important things
Than a masturbating knife
Don’t forget why you are
Don’t betray being
Live and so love
Fiercely

Mrs. Direction

Mrs. Direction
Let us see if a point can be perceived or if a conceived then deceived purpose can skim the surface
Rehearse this
A man gives out gum on a street corner to unsuspecting youth screening truths and screaming sooths later on the children turn old and ultimately die, how does the gum relate to this phenomena can we say indisputably that there is no relation? How does the sensation of this query busting nation station this quotation?
If the same man who gave out gum added the sum of twenty nine clips of ammunition how would this decision affect any derision he would receive from the bereaved associates of the old dead youth?
Question: has one lost sight of the plight of this poem, did you see it, free it? From its verbal turpitude, what is its mood? Preposterous attention retention
Moving again
If one was a just cause for maximizing joy devising diversions, not to cast aspersions, but would this amount to perversions of equality; would we see downcast glee for all of society besides those we raise with on selective propriety. How does this affect those youths, what truths are worthy news?
Problems with poetics, judging by aesthetics, is the gleaning; word cleaning, letter leaning and metaphoric meaning. Start your weaning from those obscene, pristine floors and shores of flotsam phonetics.
Will this bill with its fill of confusion and a profusion of a literary obituary to some stationary turning of observant learning. Abandon all hope that you may cope and wring this rope enough to slope that feeling that your mind is reeling from scrabbling to grasp hold and enfold the meaning of your poetic gleaning
So now the man holds a plan that plots a scan of the surrounding wasteland where the old youth from lines told how the gum was roughly the sum of their degradation; how their station of elation at the realisation that sucrose crusted satiation was grasped and how they gasped their being out, so devout to recount that, that man, fiendish plan, ragged ran them to the ground crunching sound we have found.
Have you lost track of the mans’ meaning? Were you weaning it from this screening it, does it matter? Will this spatter of query evoke a theory that something is wanting from this flaunting of a literate barbiturate?
Suggestion: Curds of words congeal to seal an unreal feel from your mind (un-confined if refined or designed)
Remember the man, give a scan of the piece, does his lease to decease the youth and grease the truth have anything to do with (tell me you sleuth) the true intention of this invention (does my constant chiding and verbal biding seem like confiding to a dying soldier, making fading bolder) now a question that’s older
If one sees that intellect frees a monkey from his cage, where does the rage take centre stage? When the primate starts to salivate and questions fate, brings up debate with his brother will the other return courteously or placate curiosity with ferocity; what atrocity exists in the natural exchange of a corpus deranged (or changed) through wrath and attack of tool touting smack, would you hit back? How does it bind your hands with demands, those civil stands and contrabands upon abuse profuse and clues to environmental ethics of: no ethics in the slightest
Now the brightest among us may perk your ears and shimmy round fears that the careers of the analyst or canonist are within striking distance; push your pistons to reach the breach and please, please teach me what it is that is in this line that is so divine, lest you malign my poor design or will resign to how little we all pretend we don’t know
Won’t you show
Your ignorance off
Flaming moth
Regardless, if we charge this problem directly expectedly we will run into obstacles if our grammar stalls them will that eliminate or simply inseminate the issue, I wish you could see past this fresh true big and blue sky, we all die, even when we try to sidestep, to except this confusion, a profusion of illusion non-conclusion and diffusion among this rabble, will they dabble with gods prods and tooling clods; hack my mods to free us from the kingdom of deadly sum.
Did you forget that man, another scan, his age is past, he was cast a stone, alone. Will you condone, his holy zone of hell, how swell this idea this welling and wheeling flee, flee from obvious glee too bright to see. Please see past the stones we cast, have a blast, on the house, let your brain chase that souse of mind we may find that we have climbed above the maze, wanton craze of thoughtful phase let the plays part their ways with the intellectual ineffectual bleating of hearts past beating and thoughts past heating. Don’t turn back on the one way track, choice is as illusory as any other carry of decision, face derision bravely, make provision insanely, “let us all join hands and sing the-“fuck-off prayer. You left me under stair to rot, you bought me a gift for yourself, left hope on the shelf, serve yourself, great divine fuckery.
Did we veer off the path? Do the math if one motive plus all the confusion (nay, a profusion of delusion) providing the collusion of sensation and relation to our habitation. Again, meditation on origin flaws (gleaning meaning) mindfully claws. Gummed down gunner, let led fly, do your best to truthful ply, sooth say lie, make meaning cry. The world unfurled all its derision, on our decision (make the incision, into the pale, pressed to the veil) forcing wail, and planned derail. Meant to split attention gaze, and motive flays, whittle down the days and all the ways we thought we knew to live.

So where are we left?
Totally bereft? Have we cleft, interpretation from sensation?
Great elation, at the pieces termination?
What of the man, where can he stand, if we did sand his external, revealing infernal deportment or an assortment of the court meant villainy. Distil in me the meaning, this screening will convey, some might say; “There is no way this comes to much, a verbal buffoon with a linguistic crutch.” Maybe those who look too hard will only manage to retard the meaning that I do intend, but let us not ever pretend that plain of face is not to be. It stares at you as it stares from me.

Long twitchy eyes, surprise, surprise they won’t stare at bare reality;
Seeking only the kaleidoscopic wonderment of un-living earths.