ambivelant beggar

There's something so becomes us when our attachments either away

The most turgid windbag becomes Don Juan when he just shuts the heck up for a bit and disappears 

How like man to live his greatest triumph in evanescence!

Slowly fading away to the point that someone recognizes his absence like a discontinued taco and shouts, "remember how cool he was?"

And suddenly he's cool like the brooding teenage nightmare who's dreamy in all his vapid dangers.

Who recognizes his dreams deferred? Langston Hughes?

Does he swell like a boiling pot of water bubble and burst again and again in so many fractions of a second?

How does the hollow man truly end of no whimper comes out?

What does the bard sing when he forgets his song?

What does the paladin swing at when the monsters are beating him by simply living better lives?

Does that make him the monster for only knowing how to swing a sword?

No. I detest the self pity and woe that one such creature might have for himself

But if it's not too much trouble, spare a hand?

last request

Put me flowers on my grave.

Buy cheep, I won't know-

You might as well save.

Dear Jack

Dear Jack I hate you

I hate you and everything you stand for:

For racism, for self-righteousnes, for toxic masculinity-

For grudges and times when we didn't see entirely differently.

I wish I could take the compliment out of my sons name

I wish I could wipe you from existence

As well as ever meeting you from my brain

But most of all-

I wish that you did not represent such a large portion of people-

Who see like you and spread hate

Like so much senseless evil 

And then claim God will save them after they're asses under a steeple.

stream of consciousness on a dark country road at night

In the darkness they come

LED one by one like fairy tail evil marched from its cell

As they pass by they make you feel as if you'd fly

And wink and wish you well.

We lock them in our closet behind our dreaded memories

Are shams and fears but close of day

When we all have had but a wink to little

An emotion too many

They March in and way leads on to way.

The dreaded realities they make

Our greatest nightmares The Shadow

And when we hold the mirror up

We recognize I know them so well

If I ruled the world

If I ruled the world, I'd have to see with the honesty of a child's eyes
See my subjects as children and yet
I'd have the burdens of an adult.

Who'd want to rule the world?
To do so would mean bias wiped away
Thoughts and feelings suppressed
And decisions based on pure truth.

What is pure truth?
As if to make a decision we'd have to decide what's best for the entire globe
Where would the enemy be-
To unite the masses and give the unnecessary a place to rest their angry internet fingers?

When I rule the world, I will tell my brothers that freedom is achievable
When we see each other as brothers
And DESPITE the hatred love the other.

How does a dreamer see a day?
It's like ruling the whole world and making it in your own way.
Why can't we just say:
We all rule the world?
What are you going to do
With YOUR world today?

Breaking point

You didn't believe the dark in me-
I told you all I had;
You didn't think that I could break-
Until you saw I had.

You rejected me when it became uncomfortable;
Well fuck you anyway-
You didn't think that I would rebel
Until today.

Too much love to give

I want to spread love to my friends,
I want to give it to my enemies
I simply have too much love
So much that sometimes it is damning me.

I think to myself sometimes
Is my love genuine?
If it's so much that it blinds me?
Does that mean it binds me?

My heart is heavy my soul is bold
If I am to be satisfied why am I still cold?
Deep in my dreams, there is only one thing
I'm begging good to bring it to me.