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Riding off into the dark

Not a thank you

Nor a middle finger

Just a sigh

To keep the bind

Passing time

Till I blend my rhyme

With the flame in your eye

That punishes my good

Rewards my bad

And makes me wonder

Where I’ve been along

Time never seemed emptier

Days never felt so much like night

Till I put myself to sleep in the trust of your knife

Give the period of your wildest dreams

And I’ll show you

Worlds NASA will never see

Because you’re my star

Caught in gravity

Destined to tear each other apart

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I Love You…Somehow Just Isn’t Enough

I love you

Resting in my heart

You’ve tied my hands around your face

And left me speechless

In the wake of my doubt and distraction

Opening my love to others

And my voice to you

Spinning in endless circles with you

I’ve found a place I can call home

I found people I can friends

Safety for a lost soul

Comfort in the trust of one another

We do not share blood

Or maybe we do

I don’t know if I’d be here without you

I’m smiling to hold back the tears

We departing

But never gone

Never forgotten

This lasting resonance inside of me

Never enough

To simply say goodbye

I say until next time

Because I’m sure we’ll meet again

But if not

Because I cannot predict time or fate

Then thank you for your kindness

And courage

To accept me into your circle

Now I must go my own way

Determined to give back to the world

That gave me you

That gave the first word

In a never ending sentence

A promise

Of something greater

Somewhat Complacent

The sun’s coming out

I think it wants to talk

To me

To me?

What have I done

Nothing really

Just a mess of life

Confusing mercy with right

Somewhat complacent

In forever being better and worse

Than the man in the mirror

That’s me

Who, me?

Always thinking of something better

And doing far worse

I’m addicted to wrong

Because my blood burns

Spurned at every turn when I was young

I didn’t know who I was

Or what I could become

Now I do, but I’m grasping at air

I want to change and stay the same

This life is such a game

All I want is contentment and good

And my family to be okay

I want to be the next bestseller

Because I want my truth to be known

I want to lead

Because I’m ready to go home

Putting the hate and violence to rest

Means letting of those holding me back

I have the words, I have your ears

What can I say, I’ve been blessed

Next stop: The Very Best

Session Two

It’s business

This pain against you

Ensnared in the Dream, no one

Can rescue you

The end is near

And so very far away

With every day you age

You get younger

Dumber

Lifeless as a pen on a shelf

Waiting to be made into the abstract

Motionless inside half beating heart

Comatose

Living and dying you are

In the vein of their gravity

No escape, not without the cry of blasphemy

“How dare you betray us”

“Do you think we’re really that bad?”

You deserve what you did, don’t you?

Spoiled little brat

Life can be a pain in the ass

But we’ve all got our paths

So stop complaining

They’re your parents after all

They know what they’re doing

We’re Playing Dress Up and Democracy Is Our Chains

Take me from this church, I don’t belong to life

Humans shattering bones with blood

And taking life with a million knives

Ingrained in our society the absence of rights

Despite aged documents we claim to live by

Ingrained in our food, flowing in our water

Chemicals and poisons that shove us farther

Into the ground, tightening the chains

Into our ears the sound waves of slaves

We build walls around our brothers

Encourage mothers to terminate births

Tell men they have little worth

Tell girls they’re not pretty unless they’re white

Tell boys they’re the reason women have no rights

Tell whites they’re the reason blacks suffer

Tell blacks they will always suffer

 

I need a respite

We missed something, that’s right

 

And what’s wrong is that nobody knows right

Opposing views are shot down

The mob rules the country, drowned out

In their screaming into the air

Or taking up city streets in protest

Of what they can hardly spell or explain

I ask them what’s fascist, they can’t explain

I ask them what’s so sexist, they can’t explain

How can you hate yet have no reason?

You’ve gone insane!

 

#FuckTrump becomes a beacon of light

Only for those to ignorant to see the path

They tread the darkness, they are near to die

They’ve lost humanity, the breath of life

And while #MeToo rightfully encourages

Speaking out against violence and abuse

We are quick to discard men and uphold women

Who speak quite little truth

Emotionally immature, vocabulary quite fictional

Our short term dreams are whimsical

Social media distorts reality, and we crave the lives of others

Main stream media controls reality, but we’re okay with that

 

If you are fine with that

You were probably already dead

But I can’t be

And won’t be

 

 

Just An Innocent Man (?)

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Witness him

Standing out on the rain soaked street

Thunder greets him with a haughty eye

And the clouds ask God

To give him a handful of five

Why

Just an innocent man

Just an innocent man trying to live

Just an innocent man trying to find happiness

So he straddles the stop sign

Cigarette stained teeth twinkle

Danger close

A shadow approaches

And he slyly sticks out his foot

It’s a woman he tripped

And she’s pretty, to boot

Sudden eagerness for words

And she begins to walk away

But a muscular, blood covered hand

Shoves the butt into her face

Smile, baby girl

And let me see your package

Pressing his malevolent body against hers

He makes little of her garments

She’s barely fifteen

But he doesn’t care

She’s just another body to ravage

Just another body to fill his screen

And cheer his teams

To parade heavyweights

While he gets hung

Lower and lower sinks his pitiable state

Kissing and flirting away

As if they’re samples for your taste

He finishes her off

And pinches her cheek

She has to live, she has to pass

His ugly, detestable path

Without warning for fear of scorn

His thorns have her torn

A new desire is born

To be seen and not heard

And the subtle subjection

Maybe worst of all

Eternally Autistic

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dragging me from fantasy

into a foster home

of brutalizing reality

I don’t think well on my feet

slow

slower

now, stop

not exactly friendly

so I’m the last you’d want to meet

you’ll gravitate towards another

I feel so much

but in front you, dumber

you might hear

“autism is fake”

but I tell the truth when I say

I was born this way

so miserable me

will always bounce between

anxious and quietly content

eternally

 

Isolation Burns Like A Dagger

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they offer me lunch

they don’t understand

behind the mask of darkness

they cannot see who I really am

 

because I won’t let them

I’d rather be a fool

than reveal my identity

have me treated as a tool

 

isolation burns like a dagger

regret blisters and boils everyday

but as long as I remain true, it doesn’t matter

and yet my soul stings in every way

 

because I want and hate it

circumstance has me elated

then reality sets in, I can’t sit by you

I’m too conscious to pretend it isn’t true

Darkness Dances On The Inside

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she comes

black eyes, green dress

laced with white silk, delicate destructor

of my pine heart

strong but everlasting in failure

to withstand her strikes

lightning quick hands envelop me

dance, she begs

dance with me

soon I am trapped in her wonder

tears flow from seemingly ancient face

yet young as a babe

each day

faster the music spins

the Earth seems to give up in a twirling fight

of lace and elation

at finally being loved

she clinged to me, not only her soul

but her body melting away

in my arms she relented

her past sins always forgiven

because I loved her

and always will

she gives me new breath

and ever so suddenly takes it away

she is a dangerous woman

I see it every day

viability is zero

but with her I know the way

because her spirit beats

deep inside me

beyond blood and bones

she eventually cracks

this heart of stone

and places a new song

to spin and play

to remind of the dance

we danced today

Would You Rather Be The Disease Or The Cure

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Quiet room

never empty, never full

always wishing someone

or something

could find in it a use

sitting in the heat of summer

and the cool of winter

initials carved in the bed frame

remind the emptiness how much he misses her

dust collects on unattended shelves

as the shadows take off their masks

and rest in this somber place of dwelling

windows rust, and sight into the world

becomes anyone’s guess

not even the Titanic herself

compares to this tragic mess

how one can fall

from the height of life

to lows

even zombies couldn’t comprehend

caught up in a whirlwind of love, lust, life

and feigned shots at immortality

does anyone even know what’s a sin

would you rather be the cure

or the disease

doing wonders behind closed doors

or all-powerful at the expense of every living thing

don’t pretend

don’t pretend