Monday, May 30, 2016

my blood.

I will never know why my blood
scares you.
I can try
to put myself in your position:
on top,
poor you.
anesthetic,
poor you.
poor you,
misaligned.
I will never know why my blood
scares you.
I can try
to put myself in your mouth:
unaware,
poor you.
privileged,
poor you.
poor you,
misguided.
I will never know why my blood
scares you.
Can you try
to put yourself in my body:
I bleed
and you cry.

In Three Lines


Sunday, May 29, 2016

i under stand.

it's happening all around
you, Look! the signs,
they mark the growth
of our idiocracy.
it's all beginning,
our demise, a frenzied
plunge into A land
of instance and consonance
in connectivity.
of bright signs, gilded cages and
a benumbed suspicion of
feeling, creeping. cajoling
society's cold chaos to
accept an anesthetized
understanding of value,
life and liberty.  propagating
false comforts to bind blind
the eyes to our malignant
constitution. a war wages
upon man by man and
the outcome of the journey-
fraught with schematic strategy,
branding revolting juvenile adults
and societally fulfilling prophecies-
a Pyrrhic Victory.
it's still
possible 2 chnge
plz dont
let it B
2 l8. change
b4 ur dfind by names
marketed 2 BRAND U
the U U pay sooo
much 2 C thru
others I's.  U'll work
sooo hard
4 Ndividuality that U
wind ^ bcuming
what u never
thought U'd
B.
n,
in the end
1 truth,
SENTINELS!,
is all
U can
afford
2
C.

In Three Lines


Saturday, May 28, 2016

californication.

We felt meant for each other
in the parts of mind I'd never bridged.
I couldn't feel where - the trouble'd end.

but I knew,

from the first moment
I looked at the first time again,

I'd never live a day I didn't want you.

In Three Lines