Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Lips Of Wine


It poured.
It cried.
It laughed.
Again it weeps.
Drained dry from salty water.
Untrusted it retracts into its cave where to dwell is its dwelling.

Darkness blackens shadows.
Minutes become days.The pain numbs head to toe,
forever to walk on burning coals.

Wishing not to go through this again
Wishing the pain to be rid of this shell.
To lock myself in my own minds attic
Swallowing the dulled key and Removing my hands while sleeping on a bed of earwigs.

Useless, worn, and no longer.
my heart confounded, weakened.
Still, tis my heart.

Fate From DuPont

I am awakened by an erie breathing sound. Slightly erratic and inconsistent.
Tis a dreadfully warm early morning to which causes this erie sound.
An erie breathing sound from DuPont my faithful companion.
My best friend lays sprawled on the carpet which holds his long haired heat sucking it from his body through his hair into the thinned layered carpet and returns his own heat back to him.
I am awakened to his breathing but why on this day?
Why of all days on this day does he awaken me for I know not the answer.
Like so many things that I do not know an answer but I know I must awake for him.
By his side on the cool and relieving concrete drawing out the dreadful heat I console with him.
Discussing many matters to which immediate attention is needed.
I begin to ponder not about trivial things such as the meaning of life for in the long run there is no meaning for we all are fated by whichever collapsed Neutron Star happens to come about our doomed planet but rather that latter fact in itself.
No more than my mortality be focused upon than the eventual ending of the cosmos supersedes my own being, my own existence.
At some point we all will be devoured atom by atom, molecule by molecule and spewed back into the darkness recycled through the great refuse center of the universe and yet I dread not my own demise but his.
The Death of DuPont.
Slowly inching its way into his life and mine, sleeps cousin scavenges his way upon us.
Waiting just long enough for the right time to strike.
Twas only a few moments of this dreadful breathing before I felt an overwhelming urge to vacate what I can only imagine on his behalf to be an stone oven known as my bedroom.
It is as if I could hear the dry air from each pant of his breath begging for moist replacement.
I arise from my awakened slumber and fetch him a bowl of semi-cold water but that doesn't suffice and he doesn't even bother to try to quench any possible thirst that this dreadful sound still ringing in my ears has caused him.
I know he wants some cold air relief so I dress and walk behind as he leads the way to the back patio.
He seems anxious standing at the door knowing that soon it will magically open and he can sleep sound momentarily.
It is in this instant I realize that as humans we are blessed and cursed with a certain knowledge. A knowledge that some just sweep under the rug until its too late and some share it quite openly.
A knowledge that only we humans possess which for some reason I can envy DuPont for this.
For this is death.
Death that he doesn't know will eventually come and put him to sleep one final time.
I've taken this lesson from him in the past not truly knowing why but nonetheless, live in the moment for nothing will last forever.
Otherwise simply stated, 
What is the point?


Do you ever wonder what the ocean feels like on a calm sunny day?
Or how the trees must feel on the first day of spring?
Or what the geese ponder on their flight far away?
Or what Mother Earth thinks what the Sun has to bring?

A lifetime could be spent manifesting such fate
but we would miss the times left to chance.
Should it be left to games we play, and wait?
Or a destiny simply a match at a glance.


This is my dream, that I’ve never shared before
And these are my words, I’ve never said before.
These are my thoughts, I’ve never lived before.
So this is my love, I’ll never be alone anymore.

This is my smile, always hidden inside
And this is my heart, always worn on the outside.
These are my eyes, giving me new insight.
So I’ll never be cold anymore

Sometimes sleeping
Always dreamin
No one to wake them
I can’t save them
But I am living my life the way it was meant to be

How many days have you counted
and how many days have passed
How many times did you wish it would last
A familiar commentary from the past

Your heart will sing again, I’ve seen it in my dreams.
Your smile will blind the sun, a smile before unseen.
Arms wrapped as one, from a fairy tale love scene.
Two lights blending as one, illuminating for all to see.

Sometimes sleeping
Always dreamin
No one to wake them
I can’t save them
But I am living my life the way it was meant to be


The unforgivable sleeps with the unforgiven
And the unspoken is clearly heard,
The unseen is a new vision.
Like ghosts haunting for spirituality 
Like spirits fading like ghosts
A thought from a dream dreamt into a thought.
Blistering the mind for a reason 
Starving for a purpose, meaning, a reason yet fulfilled.
Like the building of a storm, the impending calm.
Like a bird returning to her chicks with the morning catch.
Like a swirling thought with no breeze to exercise the dream.
Stepping the first time into a world onto your own
A love born from the death of a sufficant 
Seeing through hearing of a splintered realm dividing old paths and habits.
A love divided becomes a love united

The Distance

I wish
Miles did not create distance
So you would not be so distant
So I would know your world, just as you know mine
And the cold would dissipate
So I would have the warmth that radiates from within you
And the noise of the world
Would be the background, and would no longer matter, if there were no miles


Soul Scream

Captured my heart
The moment I heard his voice
A lifetime ago, but only a year
He silenced the screams of my soul



Crystalizes, Pure
Enveloping, Halting, Healing
Blanket, Secure - Spring, Rebirth
Encompassing, Growing, Dancing
Nurtures, Inspires
New growth



 Anchoring me with tangled branches rooted deep to the ground
 Envelopes my heart and my mind to this place where he doesn't need to be
 Emerges through the darkness growing towards light
 The eye of the storm in this chaos he is calm and safe
 A dream so peaceful that you wish to never awake 
 A flicker of light in the darkest of nights
Holding within his branches my heart
 Leaves camouflage my soul so he won't have to let me go


My Love, My Fear

My Love Strong, Purpose Understanding, Unwavering, Sheltering Light, True - Cold, Nothing Falling, Sleeping, Clouding Shadowed, Mirage My Fear  CL

My despair

Despair is this to me.
 Lies that I saw more clearly than I could him
 His face unchanging the sound of the motion of his mouth
 His tone as deceptive as his promise to care
This is Despair to me.


I Wish...

I wish
You could fly
Back here to my open arms
I would entwine your heart with the warmth of my love
And never ever let you go again
So that your smile would be the first thing I see
And I could prove to you that I am all you will ever need
And you would never want to leave


Guiding Light

It Hangs there 
Next to me
Creating a kaleidoscope in my mind
Coloring my world
Thoughts are his shining armor, and he is my Knight


Dusk Til Dawn

Milky, Shadowed
Hazing, Enveloping, Intoxicating
Silhouette , Moon - Life, Sunshine
Highlighting, Awakening, Daydreaming
Rising, Painted citrus


Because I Am

Because life is never fair
Because she couldn't let it be
Because she loved her mind's future
Because that love came in disguise
Because she was like the moon
Half of her was always hidden


A Poison

It's a method in our head that's so septic we need to shed. 
Desperation shreds the heart and rips the mind apart. 
Like dreams slipping down the drain
  Volcanos consuming the rain
  Poison eating the blood in a vain. 
Looking forward at your own back
You only see a cycle through a glass crack. 
A deserted den,
Broken pens,
With letters nowhere to send,

This is how it's been.    


Tuesday, July 26, 2016

A Modern Day Common Sense

We all know dirty wealthy white elites rule the world, we all know police are beating us down daily and stealing our crops, we all know we are being poisoned so we go to the doctors to get another prescription from big pharma, we all know that democracy does not work, and we all know that there is no one else to blame except for ourselves. The same sad pitiful face we look at everyday we wake up and look into the mirror wishing it was magical. 
All the activists that don’t act except on the occasional. All the protestors that protest on the occasional. Yes, all in vein. Think not? Think again. Who really notices your actions? except those who are already by your side? No politician notices behind their marble walls and cherry oak desks with their Italian leather office chairs and their high thread suits. 300,000 in campaign contributions please and no fear of federal indictments. 
We have reached a Plateau, a stone wall, a cliff face and no one else is going to attempt to help us overcome. Who is awake now is it. The rest that refuse to wake up will remain content with the way things are and are unreliable. We are the last stand and it is time for action not weekend protesting that no longer matters. Todays generation has no common sense nor has even read Payne’s Common Sense let alone read a book longer than 47 pages. What will it take to regain what we as humans are gifted at birth? What will it take to get back to the roots that had ideals and rights protecting us from the exact position we are in today? 
We have no more Daniel Morgans or Paul Reveres, we have no more Washington's or Paynes, no more that are willing to say we are fed up. What do we have? Pokimon Go and Xbox, Pepsi and Coors, Sports stars getting paid millions, technocrats and aristocrats, the RNC and DNC, Vatican and U.S. Military, Rothschilds and Rockafellers. Enough distractions to occupy the minds of the weak. Just weak enough until you try and take these things out from under them then they will fight for their enslavement. They will fight their own blood to keep their head in the sand. They will disassociate to kill people they don’t know for reasons they have no idea what for. They will kill to disassociate.
So stay confined to your soap boxes and your free speech zones.
I see that which you choose not to see, that which you choose not to hear, that which you choose not to act upon.
I fear that which you have no conceptual grasp for. A fear you cannot comprehend.
I walk on streets littered with the unread leaflets of Common Sense crumpled and stained with your blood.
I breathe the fowl air burdened with the stench of bile and gun powder and I cough in stride.
You understand not what they show us, what they tell us, and what they do to us.
You pay them to lock you up. You pay them to kill you.
You pay them to spy on you and you pay them to indenture you.
You see the mask smiling at you but you fail to see the plot just beneath. You fail to see the slope of a nose staring at you from atop the pyramid.
You fail to see the red and blue pulsating flicker rates during the half time show. You fail to see because you really don’t want to. 
It can’t be this way you tell yourself. They wouldn’t do that to us you remind yourself.
There was a time when this country was considered great. Land of the free and home of the brave. Yet somewhere we lost the sense of our past, lost the sense of who we are, and lost the sense of our sense. Do our bombs burst in the air or just our fireworks? 
What does it mean to live in a free society anyway. We have freedom to speak yet we have hate speech. We have freedom to practice religion yet we kill in the name of religion. We have rights and freedoms yet I would ask what are these and where are they. 
There was a time, not long ago, a time in which good men fought for good ideas. Fought for good hearts and good causes. Causes like the most important one called freedom. An idea long since lost in still frames and 30 frames per second. Lost in translation and translated for us to save time. Public relations telling us what to like, believe, fear, purchase, and preach. 
There was a time when great men met at a pub to discuss livelihood, prosperity, and happiness not single serving conversations like what I hear these days. Sports scores, who said what about who, how intoxicated you got last night while chugging a beer. It sickens me to think that the future of such a great foundation is left to such a tragic institution of puppets. I dare not ask what are you willing to die for let alone fight for and quite honestly the idea frightens me the level in which one would go to protect their own enslavement. Slavery that is actually dismissed and never even spoken of. It’s not hash tagged, it’s not trending, and it’s not the buzz yet it lurks right there in front of you masked with a smile. 
How did we not become indebted to France rather than bankers whom never held let alone fired a gun? Individuals who care not of your well being but rather their own well being of their deep pockets. A small group of individuals whom shape the world you live in with financing all sides guaranteeing their return. 
I dream of bumping into a Franklin or Jefferson. Chit chatting with George Washington over some home distilled whiskey discussing the evolution of revolutions that have freed men over the generations. Joking about making the Red Coats run with their tails between their legs. Out numbered 10 to 1 and yet an idea triumphed. No shoes, no socks, sometimes no food or even clothes. Musket ball rations and sleeping under the stars… in the snow. These men would and are weeping over our insolence and unpatriotic dissonance. Rolling in their graves wouldn’t begin to explain the discourse of their ideas of a future in our hands that we have so readily relinquished to another crown, another Red Coat. These men wouldn’t fight with us. They wouldn’t even fight for us. 
Your food is taxed, your homes are taxed, your goods are taxed, your labor is taxed, your entertainment is taxed as well is your life. Taxes on your health coverage, prescriptions, medical procedures, and your death. Your vehicles are taxed and your vacations. Your children's education and trust funds are taxed. 
You pay to send your children to a war for control over oil that you are taxed for to purchase. 
You send your children to foreign countries to kill humans that just want to live like you or I without persecution of way of life.

Every man and woman on this planet lives in sin because they will not help their brothers and sisters. They will not stand up for what is inherently right and morally conscious. They do not love all if any and they refuse to speak truth. You remain confined in a diverse division of a population determined for self destruction