Too Late

No One Hears Me

Power ~

is in the hands 
    of the rich

         `while  .  .

the hands of the poor 
hold their bits

        he who has
                   gets 

        and:

        he who has not
        gets not 

       everyone gets f u c k e d

       they who have not  .  .
    

    can’t see beyond 
    the rapture

of that little piece of heaven 
                       in their hands

The rich gets paid 
the poor gets played

  ...

My American Dream

The necks of those ~

who can least

defend themselves

         is stepped on

         as lives transform

         in shades of black and brown

to a number on lock down

on C Block

         You circumcise my rights

         so I can’t oppose you

tell me go f u c k myself

and envy

          that I can rise

          beyond that s h i t

and marvel

how I can f u c k you

with your own d i c k

           Give me your weak

           your hungry

those yearning

to bre...

Quantum Reality

We are
the collapsed wave

    the creation
    God forgot to finish

               the question                          he never answered
    
               a probability
     breathed into bone
          and told to walk
          
    the path not taken  .  .
    

    every choice
    a new reality

               m i t o s i s  .  .  .

    
            every death
            a door left open
&#...

Chicken Salad

There's a glitch
in the code

     a silent scream
     a static load
     

 the matrix's failing
      empire's flailing
  
      no king worthy
      of the throne  

           the war machine
              keeps its focus

      looking for air
      to hold on to
      
      looking for air
             to breathe

          drowning like rats
          escaping Babylon
   
          while:
          ...

I'm Starving

How can you stab me . . ?

                      then blame me
for the blood on my hands. ?

        A verdict passed down . .

through a tapestry embroidered 
     by centuries of many tellings
  
  
I've studied
the positive side of negative

                 The stark geometry
                    of an empty room

      In choosing what to know
     
                       one also chooses
                       what not to know
   ...

NOW

What if

all time exist as now

          and now is experienced

everywhere in the multiverse

at the same time  .  ?

            The future nor the past  .  .

                 doesn't exist

                 as the future or the past 

the future can't be remembered

                       nor the past relived

                   the future and the past

                   cease to exist

               &#...

Let it Crumble

It's the lyrics
not the words

    the music
    not the chords

                 the hum
          the silent cry         
    
        a sacrament for a god
        who never replies

        
        Let it crumble
                Let it fall

        bones whisper dust
        from shallow graves
        
      &...

I Don't Like This S h i t

T o d a y  . .

is one of them days
that is so  f u c k e d  up

    that it almost seems alright

    days like this make me think
                         I need a shrink

    or I’m on the brink
    of some insane madness

        laying on a couch
                 sipping latte
            
        telling lies
        being analysed

                               by someone
    ...

Fracture

Truth is a blade
that cuts deep

    even when the wound
    is dressed in lies
    
        It does not dull
        does not bend
        
        a spine of obsidian
        in a world of smoke

        
                        d e c e i t  .  .
        
the traitor’s only scripture

     chants like a hymn
     carving deceptions into trust

      until th...

The Gravedigger's Lament

Beneath the weight
of bleeding hands

    the gravedigger bends ~

    too busy to sleep   
    his hands calloused and cracked
                      bear the brunt of war
    
            each shovelful of earth
                        a silent scream
                    

  a testament to the scale of death
        a ledger of loss etched in soil
    
    
    The smell of death lingers
 
...