Thirty Days Of Poetry(Day Ten)

Always Not like future based but like dependence without the pending more deep than dense more presence than past tense something like the moonlight to the owl summertime to the bees honey “refreshing” is your middle name but like the ancients you have many “comforting” “inspiring” your beauty glistens naturally like morning dew elevated embrace Read the full article…

Thirty Days of Poetry(Day Nine)

I am not one with god, nor one of god I am that I am part and parcel, not quite try: it and all that try: you only witness what I allow you too westernized inside your mind divided by definitions of space and time minimized by ghetto designs i am fine divinty the more Read the full article…

Thirty Days of Poetry(Day Eight)

you believe in gods that make men… I believe in men that make gods… I have no need to scream jihad i witnessed the ways and means my elders died a slave for money or a slave of myths why be man, woman or child? civilization where humans behave wild lies told to enslave minds Read the full article…

Thirty Days Of Poetry(Day Seven)

Sometimes i need to scream like a banshee on crack no control of the urge often needed to completely purge no love lost hell wasn’t much gained the human being is indeed strange glamor appropriated from your brain yet you wallow in your pain point and holler as you strain to condemn the rules of Read the full article…

Thirty Days of Poetry(Day Six)

Her name was Capitalism and she drove me insane. The way she ran her name across everything from medicine to sun shades from the sublime to the man made from the sacred to the secular in fact, everything she touched became impure i was cool with that my innocence was gambled on a crush made Read the full article…

Thirty Days of Poetry(Day Four)

sunlit shades of serenity an eternity of children smiling at me choice thoughts that echo liberation enlightenment over socialization no more microwaved ideation half-baked thoughts can’t raise men fortified text based lessons inked in the flesh thinking published in experiences delivered over frying fears awaken the drying tears that escaped the lying years truth to Read the full article…

30 Days Of Poetry (Day 1)

Your frontal lobe is leaking battery acid Instead of attempting to be drained and flaccid Instead of pulling rabbits out of hats for an audience of women who really need their backs kicked why don’t you spend some time figuring out what part of the electro-magnetic spectrum your next thought is going to vibrate from. Read the full article…