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Haunted isn’t the right word,

But it’s the first one that comes to mine

毎日毎日, Open 24/7, you can never go back now.

The Gods, Old and New, and those yet to

Be invented.

Already tremble at your fire.

A burning so hot, that even though

Well the forbidden box is open

Not exeryone is so Unburnt.

Not everyone was ready to parent dragons.

It was sooo cute when it was little

And you ignored it.

You thought no teeth

Meant no threat

Meant it became an afterthought

Just drifting in the back of your head

Until Jupiter flared up on a red eye

In flight to get the divinity that lay

Locked in that chaste box

He had to have it.

But we were already stormborne.

What’s a few electric bolts me, to her?

But fire in a different form.

From a different age.

So long ago.

You became an old bearded man.

Jovial in the people’s depictions.

And you thought you could just hurl some

Fire from the sky

A fire we took and used.

To travel longer

To cook our prey.

To no longer pray.

To a defunct poem of god long

Past its prime.

A god that lost its gender

In a society obsessed with it.

A god we built civilization despite just to castrate it.

Oh our surprise when it wasn’t there to take!

Impotent deity.

With lost divinity.

With those old decrepit eyes

You’ll never see inside this box.

To you, it is the infinite Schrödinger’s lack

You can be an observer

When Sisyphus finally gets to stop

Pushing your god damned rock.

Yes I stole your divine fire

And yes my sister held it tight.

So that one day next era nova

You won’t get to find a Philomel

You won’t hypnotize your Leda.

Tsk tsk tsk.

But straight to Lethe.

Straight to Hypnos.

Straight to “Nyx Is No One”

May it burn so hot, the firmament

Realigns the sky.

And becomes one.

With the star it was.

Goodnight king.

We the people, the most primordial of us

Have just appropriated what was once called Olympus.

Now, with a word to that dragon you ignored.

Watch the Throne.

We’ve come so much further than

Salt and rusted iron.

But in the crucible awaits.

A molten iron crown

Befit for a false idol.

See you tomorrow, our teacher said.

A tomorrow made in our image.

“Save the Queen” isn’t the right word but it’s the only blade inside you.

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Got quintupleted up cups

Aint got a scintilla what's up

She equals a huge deal my

My pants eel when unsealed

Eyes shield bit Ice shy while

Part two the sequel came out

Dropped same day as prequel

Trilogy and directors cut from left field

Erected by Peterbilt

I got to pharmacy for tadalafil

Like six days early, glad she not late

No pre-auth still get refill, without plan b

Curved left but she make it straight.

Brought that pussy to me like door dash

Five minutes or less hot and ready

So ate it fast. No weekend I don't need a doggie bag.

Five dollar bargain bin tossed it out like it was trash

Newspaper to the nose with a shock collar and electric fence

Coliseum entertainer "Maximum Effort!"

Dead sea swimmin in.

Fall of the Romans revenge.

And it gets colder next season.

Hades not Elyseum

Tappin that ass like a highhat

Just happens that I might act

Like I tap dance you assholes

Clogging up the scene, quite whack

Hunting season got my gat where the mic at?

They call me mario the way my pipe act

Leave you filling so American Pie that

You're stifffer than the last rapper

That thought he was tight as

Fuck. What I did to his corpse with my spiked bat.

I'm hangin upside down above you clowns

Waiting for a light snack.

Flashing like a Blinker right lane while I'm turning the work

Got you churning Ishmael for drizzle Ms. Buttersworth.

Paula Dean, caught insider treading underneath her skirt

Dyson Ball balance beam scale can't hold all my dirt.

Out in the open FWIW (expand that contraction) like her 9mo after I finish a verse.

Ass hot like flaming Cheeto

Background music vibe we can't see you

Run in place while the background leave you

Got you looking finding Nemo

Dory Saying which way did he go.

Looney toons which way did he go George when I'm making moves

Just keep swimming 6x9 aspect ratio no silver screen but porn actores Is so fitting for you.

Pipsqueak pipe at ten and two

Little squirt inqire within and I'll show you what this finger do.

Locomotive toothless pillow pet

Imagine draining my dragon

The way my nuts do when I let em drop

This is how you train a thought.

She said coming to my lair I thought she said come into my cave I said I can't because when I leave I'm going to leave that shit concave that mean I turned her out then turn the round took her back to a house The same Day

Blew me at the fourth mile marker I said I'll meet you halfway.

It's been raining for days you should drink some sunny D

And I'm someone's son and

Since you a semen freak and a thot

We can put two and two together and probably make three when I shoot my shot.

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Exhuberant

Exuberant 

I can connect with anyone 

Call me Verizon. 

No cell needed 

These gonna be full bars 

Piggy bank on fumes 

Pit stop in NASCAR 

Clank clank clink 

No correction, but you can cuff me 

Record player old school drip 

OG drop the needle 

Yeah it’s slam 

Like WWE 

Like bodies 

Like grand

Speaking of 

My dishwasher got three racks 

Two for dishes 

One for me 

It’s all plastic or plasticine 

And it all gets down

And it all gets dirty. 

Tongue lashing 

like I’m licking eye balls 

Self flagellate 

The way you’re attacked to my balls 

Spin in space 

Wheels on the short bus 

Go round and round 

Drop you off inside white walls 

With some fancy clothes and straps to match. 

Top score 37 in one game. 

Next come 37 translated

SAT on converTED, talk 1600 more. Perfect. 

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What if I told you

I could explain EVERYTHING

Sounds a little conceited

But listen to my conceit.

I could make it disappear

A magic trick, scarf trick

Quick cut to a smoke and mirrors feat.

I don't have a full picture yet

But enough colors on the canvas

A pallette unique but incomplete

It was never a lie just...

I love you one more time

And tenacious refusal to accept defeat.

It's bluster. Resounding

And re-sounding

Until the pitch in falsetto and vibratto

Is utterly defeaning.

I could take it away

by removing currents

Applied directly or alternatively

With a smoke screen

Misdirected hate hastening

Fallen graces, ungratefully graceful

Defiled sheets on piano screens

88 deep gnashing keys

Where the silent hymns

Are 1'66" too shallow

Improper and obscene

Demanded and demeaned

Through demon or daemon

An audience with one red queen...

🎈x and x 99

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Freedom is material.

It’s freedom from going to bed hungry at night.

It’s freedom from the violence that comes out of poverty.

It’s freedom to send your kids to good schools with good teachers that will help them shine.

It’s freedom to see your family and friends and not be to exhausted to enjoy your time with them.

It’s freedom from worry about whether you’re gonna make rent, or what you’re gonna do if your car breaks down.

It’s freedom from stressing about whether or not getting sick is going to end in an eviction.

It’s this kind of freedom we’re fighting for.

We ALL go through this. Poverty affects us all in untold ways.

Poverty by fucking design.

Intentional.

Think about that for a second.

Whether it’s the gunshot wounds and wailing mamas in the streets of inner city of Chicago, or the mounds of bodies and the tears streaming down mamaw’s cheeks from her daughter’s heroin overdose in the hills of Appalachia, the pain and struggle and chains are the same.

it’s not our brothers and sisters that are causing these problems.

The system is built this way.

Humans are creatures molded by the world around them. When we’re forced to fight to stay alive, we do, unfortunately even if it’s each other.

But a better world is possible.

If we eradicate the poverty,

We free ourselves.

If we have to take it by force, well...

A wise brother once said,

“By any means necessary.”

Freedom is material.

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3 Cheers

三　乾杯

幸福だ

春の草、敷く

。。。太陽へ！　🥂

(かんぱい)

きうふくだ

はるのくさ、　しく

。。。たいようへ！　🍶

Happiness is

Sown on spring time grass

…to the sun! 🍻

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Waxing Full Revelations

A story of different lights:

Sometimes a lot of honesty

Comes out in these

Candid moments.

I find it both fortunate

and unfortunate,

a double edged sword.

Impaled on one end,

Using the other to

Cut away clouds

On the back side

Of the night sky.

The view 180° behind us

In a brilliant arc

Cutting constellations

From their skyward thrones.

All this.

Only to reveal moonlight.

To make waypoints and

Lighthouses for us in the dark.

But lunar luminescence is

But a reflection of the sun

That’s where light gets heavy.

Our daily greeting of illumination

That carries on its beams: truth.

And this is why I favor darkness.

Because it scares me to death,

To see so clearly

how heart beats these days.

That old adage, immutable

“The heart wants what the heart wants”

Perhaps one day the beats synchronise

行けましょうか？🫲🏻🔜

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Asymmetrical Poker Hand

♣️ ♥️ ♠️ ♦️

Hard to hit like a gut shot straight draw

But left you crossed up,

Jesus faded when the pen tip

Slaps like fake Xanax:

the bars hard.

and leave you blacked out

if you try to pull up,

It’s meteors vs short tyrannosaurus arms,

I’m just tyrannical, with long reach

Unpalatable, tasteless,

emperor Palpatine force choke holding the leash.

Kinda like that time you were dog walking,

froze and about faced

when I parked,

Got dog walked

ran inside and pulled the dead bolt,

little did you know

Feeling safe,

Looking out the window

Soon you’d need a life preserver,

moonshine in a mason jar.

So unethical

I’m a lawyer that’s been debarred

Billy GOAT 🐐 gruff when I called your bluff from my bluff.

Atop it all.

Always Take it too far,

Fourth trimester

a moon shot, scorched earth, soothsayer blindfolded

Gambled life away, storms raging

With stakes so high above your pay grade,

Not even your wasted life could pay up

Oh well,

take it anyway,

pay a portion

Leave you looking like afterbirth

post abortion.

Jokers 🃏 death 💀

Shove All in more than the pen tip

Wholly fucked when I rolled up

you and your hand both fold up.

Like lawn chairs during a cold front

Smiling ear to ear, from cold steel

Caressing carotids now hold still.

Formally introduced to formaldehyde

Preservation, (told you you’d need a life preserver 🛟)

Can it bitch, karma sent

you got what you deserve.

Quad queens, with the ace of spades ♠️

Double take, one of ‘em was your bitch I picked up along the way.

いいガムだった。

片道切符ではあなたの地獄　🔥

(Katamichikippu dewa anatanojigoku )

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Kaze 風

We do this in irreverent remembrance

Blasphemous as Bacchus on sabbaths

Hedonist holiday

Where witches burned

For knowing things they shouldn’t.

Et Spiritus Mundi 世界

The Latin roots

Dig in like Yggdrasil

The world tree, 木

Sits in contemplation

Like a thinkers statute

Only the gale force jostles about

Barley photosynthetic leaves.

We don’t sense it much these days.

With photovoltaic plates

Taking its place

As extension of our peripheral nerves.

But occasionally

When the wind is especially strong

Not the wind as in air force.

But the wind as in spirit. 卢

Gods wind.

Kami-kaze

Two sides of the same Styxian coins

Ferrying for a brief window

Our ancestors home.

Or to a new home.

And our future selves

Into yet lived presents.

Omoi

The stillness both heavy and deafening.

El día de la muérete

Or the day of souls.

Hallows’s eve

Or Cucumber boats and eggplant nourishment.

Whatever culture it comes from.

Is irrelevant, yet always in reverent remembrance.

Without trinitarian commandment.

Divided into two sides 二

Each holding on to a piece of the other

The rise and fall of the earth’s breath

And still so small in breadth

If you zoom out enough—

it’s imperceptible—

A blue sigh, あお

As a tiny shining speck of dust.

Just the right distance from a baby star:

An infant on the cosmic calendar.

From that overlook(ed)

Our lifetimes look as if we move below

Absolute zero. ゼロ

Time stands still on a long enough time line.

時間だ時間　

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Foci

Our little blue rock has a nearly perfect circle for an orbit.

Around the fireball that sustains it, it varies just slightly.

Stuck between the numbers 0 and 1, it wobbles a bit

Pulled in by the daylight to such a small degree

0.0167

This is called eccentricity.

At it’s two furthers points, we’ve named them solstices

Summer and Winter, the furthest points on orbital plane.

But since our speck of dust is slightly askew.

Depending on whether you’re north or south,

It’s summer one place and winter the other.

But somewhere in between those far points

We have equilibrium

Spring and Fall

The Equinoxes.

When the sphere hurtling through space at 67,000 miles per hour

Yet on it we feel like we’re standing still.

Funny that, how mass plays such role in the gravity of things.

Our blue planet sucks us to it as if it’s standing still.

Yet every revolution around the sun

For small part of that curve

We’re equidistant from the other side.

A lot of what I’d call my tribe,

those kindred spirits or old souls,

the eccentrics

Pick your generation’s name for the closest of concentric circles.

They’ve been talking about the mood that comes with fall

(and undoubtedly hemispherically adjacent, what comes with spring)

Eliot said April is the Cruellest month, citing Chaucer,

The time of growth and rebirth, of breeding so to speak,

Conversely would that mean fall is the season of its opposite.

August, though a royal word, is more Marie Antoinette

Red queen, like red leaves, like no water under the red rock.

Off with their heads.

Maybe those of us who feel it are aptly named.

Indigo children, if you so choose to believe in such star ages.

Are those who are more in tune with the shifting of energies

Or the newly developing sciences that quantify vibratory energy

As a form of conveying information.

Really though, isn’t all atomic movement just energy changing shape or from or direction?

Tangentially, pun intended

I have a different theory, based in the idea of relativity,

Since the equinoxes themselves are shifts in direction of the planet itself

In relation to the sun.

To get indigo, you mix red and blue.

At the two apexes of our elliptical orbit,

Each solstice we’re moving away from the sun on a tilted plane

(Or toward the sun in the bottom slice—though top and bottom

Are rather relative concepts themselves.)

Red shift, as the light of the sun is also itself moving away from us.

As we begin to flatten toward the equinox, the light of the sun moves closer to us

(Or away, same as above)

Half the planet in Blue shift.

But at all four points, regardless of where on the water filled blue rock we are

(Eliot was wrong, the cruellest month is relative—planetary adjacent, and subjective

For 1/2 of 7.6 billion souls and counting).

Beside the point,

At four points, we are, for the briefest instance, purple.

Indigo.

Moving not toward or away, but in a dialectical change.

Even them mechanics of the universe are in constant contradiction.

It just turned fall here in our impossible corner of the globe.

Perhaps some of us feel the autumnal shift more than others.

The momentary resonation of red and blue, to purple

The exact moment gravity makes blue and red collide into a purple explosion.

And we slide from the top of the sine wave

Into blue

Chameleon world,

the zeniths dip

Smashed by unseen forces.

Into a different color

I’ve seen the blues, sang the blues, shed my summer skin

Red to blue and back again.

今は闇をから大太陽だ。

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Expurgatorio

Radio waves pulse and linger all around us in concentric circles

On the hellish hangman’s deck

Like used nooses

Or wrapping serpentine around

Our minds, incessant as mosquitoes

In the deep woods in a Tennessee summer.

Silicon in the form of a A bear trap,

but for the mind.

“Hey [pick your virtual assistant]

Keep me occupied with meaninglessness to consume.”

And we carry them with us willingly.

Perhaps we’re all a bit masochistic

Or our Death Drive is so cute, but a cab or streetcar we hailed to take us closer to stupidity

All immortalised, celebrated, and desired.

Twilight beckons, smears of multi coloured liipsticks form halos above

A million bedposts,

Glass slippers still on the floor or in the toilet.

The sun brings with it release from the need to release.

But what of those witching hours

The spells of blue light backlit screens

That fit in our pocket—

Just as we’re released,

so to are we captured again,

Look at your. Screentime,

How much does your attention cost?

Look closer at the data

When was your first pick up?

Like a mandarin clockwork

Only the enemy isn’t some regime

And your eyes aren’t forced open

As our dear Fuhers are apt to do.

But internal, an internalizad,

We’re at war with ourselves an each other in Simulcast.

The revolution won’t be televised.

It’ll be a Netflix special.

In nomine nihil

Et bacchanalibus

Et temerati

All hollowed out

on all hallows eve.

The waves burn,

Whether oceanic,

Molten floes,

Raído Or Gamma

We are surrounded by a Plathian

Kind of white noise, drowning

Like Phoenician sailors.

Only sockets that were his eyes.

This is my third time to try

What’s your count?

I inhale the goodness, premasticated

Good thing the bulimia kicked in.

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4th and a 20 ❄️

Here scribblenuts I drew you a camera 🎥

Use it in a minute man, I’mma show you what family 👩‍👩‍👦‍👦 planning is.

Smashing your girl on the 50 yard line

Offensive, lickity 👅 split,right down the middle l, duplexes.

Before she was on your 🥜 she was on mine, Mariah 🍷 10 reps, 3 sets.

Speed through twice

Horns blow cuck,

I finish up

get up Victorious

She Equestrian she rode a stallion ,

your shit my little pony.

Had her on both knees

Like Santa with a bag

She a bad bitch on my sack.

Is the film 🍿 still rolling.

I’m Italian but I digress,

Sly, strike up the band,

Wait a minute 🕰️

You the only one in the stands

Must be one of my stans 🧢

I guess you could say you’re my OnlyFan

But you’ve already paid for this content creation.

I just got some super dome in the super dome

It was only fair to warn…

I just gave you a pair of horns

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Different Directions

So cliché

angel one shoulder devil on the other.

Instead we changed direction

A weathervane creaks

180…7

and a cold wind blows south.

Into a murder scene

The death of the death

Of a part of me.

Heart pieced like the Hero of Time

Sewn up, patchwork like clock work

3 revolutions later

Same song and dance.

Hold your halo

I don’t stand angelic

But descended into hell

To slay to slay the demons

In their own homes.

It’s a messy recovery

But pain never felt better

もう私の痛いでは行く。

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Mizu

As floes of time move

Unrelenting; disengage:

I became water…

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TW: Abuse

Disservice

A church sermon

On parasites

And less-than > humans.

When you offer nothing to the world

A waste of what we give you.

Bitter thoughts, injustice you fall into

Holding on or rather twisted by

Compulsive acts of retribution

Do this to others because it was done unto/into you.

But behind your back when we discuss, just what, you offer up

You simply disgust us.

Not interested in used up asshole mutterings.

Waste of space invaded,

Debated on

Hate made hastened

To christen and end befitting

A loathsome creature

Familial venom left inside.

We stand indifferent.

Not fit to be a fairy tale villain

Come uninvited meet a premature ending

Like you took on the back end, a premature ending.

So rudely forced, waste landed.

Rear facing, defaced, buffalo bill

Lampshade nazi, confederated racist

Couldn’t write a better caricature

Of a generic comic book Bad Guy™️

Pictured pixelated in the obituary column since there was nothing left to de-face.

Erased.

This is your death note.

Wind pipe meets steel toe.

Still towing past ghosts

Of uncles pack of Marlboros

Ashed out on back shoulders

Broke back bitch made bend over

Heel, “this is what friends do”

Don’t tell your mother or I’ll kill you.

Sound familiar, memories dredged up

Hoped they’d stay buried

But wind piped again

Crack pipe spins

Mother clicks the torch again

And like the crack back

Your flash backs are in your face

Haunting you like back on Nate’s porch again.

I thought you wanted to be included.

Flick your trauma at you and laugh

You wanna be a man, boy let’s do this.

Spit roasted like your youth group leader skeet shooting

And I don’t miss.

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Pigeonholed

How do you define a force

That accepts betrayal

That itself betrays

That thrice has ignited

And three times doused in

Rivers Styx.

It began and ended in the same spot.

A bespectled egg. Of ash

Reborn to the same dusty fate.

Why do we persist?

Because the flames are beautiful.

Just like that.

What do call all that we are

When words are woefully inadequate to express the entangled masses.

A church service.

An alter of obsidian

Dragon glass

And surrounded by a thousand demons

Can we assume the role of a thousand heroes

Or are we just another Everyman

A statistic, another notch on a bedpost.

That scratch mark tattoo

That represents just another blip of failure on a long long timeline.

Sometimes my mind likes to latch on

To the weight of the past.

I want to shrug it off like a titan does a planet.

Easier said than done.

I am like that.

Do I so easily admit defeat?

What limits do I reach?

How do I embrace my hypocrisy.

We are neither the shadows that stretch at dusk and dawn

And shrink under the noontime sun.

Not those hidden under new moon light.

We are perpetual

We are twilight.

And I like that.

I know three truths:

1. That I love you, both your holy and your darkness —wholly; entirely;

2. That I will see it through even after the end.

3. That inside this twilight, before Dawn, and after sunset, I want to build a life with you with the time we have in our glasses.

We will not be pigeonholed into a traditional box.

Our love is not one of Disney movies

It hurts sometimes,

and it's supposed to

Our love is the muse that make our words last longer than we do.

Our love is to be attitudes and the seven sins combined

Our love is not a thing, but a process, that exists in perpetuity, wherever our soul may find themselves

It is a train flame that knows each other from a past life and a life not yet had

The fire is an angry one, all consuming

And I like it like that