Aren/t we ever to be?

Whatever happened
to autonomy?

Dog-tired wage slavery
life sentence
perpetual penance
escape inward
to the inner city
the crush
of the crushed
under the weight
of the pressure
American dream.

Was it ever not
fantasy?

Is there another
reality?

Without Poverty
here no one
feeds
the hungry
fucking
multitudes
struggling
make-believe free
must be real
we got belief
we watched it all
burn On T.V.
celebrity
tax write-off charity
distributing
autographed pity
sanctimoniously
not money
want the power
of their currency
to manifest
our own philosophy
on life
about the way WE
think things should be
& it works
over the nerves
anxiety building
hate starting
thinking:

Why am I doing this?

Ain/t I a free man?

Can/t I just opt-out? 

But you can/t,
dollars and sense

& you ask yourself
if there was ever a time
when you were a part
of something else
something bigger
than yourself
something more
than the gathering
of material wealth.

Lost Causes

Posted: June 24, 2014 in Uncategorized

I am what I was
& what I was
I never knew
these things
that I say
they must stay
between us
things are complicated
these feelings can/t be
replicated
wound-up
devastated
we think the better
to be alone
than left blue
only trust
each other
when we don/t
think things through
we break to pieces
contrive glue
beyond years
folds & creases
war ain/t over
till the fire ceases.

 

hIghSTANdarD

Posted: June 13, 2014 in Poetry
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I/m so close to finally achieving what I/ve always expected my life to be.

I feel the pulse of god all around me.

& yeah…

it may be the hum of traffic.

But to me,

it/s just a matter of perspective.

Think/you/Know

Posted: June 10, 2014 in Poetry
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We/ve been gone
but ain/t been
gone that long
before finding
green ground
in the town
we/re from
hard looks
soft hands
broken hearts
more than once
shattered glass
left scattered
in the sands
of time
fused back
in the suns
of lost loves
we ARE light
traveling
faster than
possible
see the neon
for what it is
transport between
universes
fire does more
than just burn
big city
/lot to learn.

Wild-E eYed

Posted: June 8, 2014 in Poetry
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A

nyway
doesn/t matter
what we do
here you are
down with me
looking up
Wilde eyes
touching stars
event horizon
so soon sun sets
& you/re here

.

Paper Thin

Posted: June 7, 2014 in Poetry
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Our souls were sold
long before
we were born.

Ain/t nothing sacred
in America.?.

We know
who we are when
we fuck
we relapse
we fall in
though
who are we
when the mirror
breaks our bodies
live
spirit
dies
just actin/
parts in a commercial
enterprise.

womenandchildrenfirstwomenandchildrenfirstwomenandchildrenfirstwomenandchildrenfirstwomenandchildrenfirst

& this is how momentum starts
it is exciting
but always let it be
infectious
never keep it
to yourself
fire is
meant to be shared
you better be ready
to die hard
for your dreams
because
this land doesn/t take kindly
to dreamers.