Reading a book alone in the Redwood Forrest On the observational scale, I do sit here in the redwoods in lotus pose, with a copy of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance on a stack of logs next to me. What is the catch? Is that but the paranoid disillusionment of the redneck hippiesContinue reading “Reading A Book Alone In The Redwood Forrest, a poem”
How else will you get into the coffee shop? You’ll have to step over me. A lump or a mound of garbage, To you that is what I appear to be.
Rebels Lead The March of History! Do not forget, It was the rebels who brought forth our days! And do not forget, the people who learned, But got little praise. Stupid is a condition, Ignorance a choice, So stop the idiotic voice. So cheers to the rebels, Who died for our better days! And peaceContinue reading “Rebels Lead The March of History (a poem)”
All so pleased be me Of muse and pleased be faith that bore no fruit. And yet you cannot trust my words, you cannot do so for under the tenses this rebellion is what shall be true to fight for honest right and honest rank. Truth in honest and faith fought for the good work.Continue reading “All Be So Pleased In Rebel Faith”
What an era to be alive. Yet how can one call living with no dignity living? Crawling on knees to get to a safe place to release your bowels, Begging from mercy from an overweight class traitor with shit aim Only to get 6 bullets in the back. For a cell phone. Can it beContinue reading “What good is a broken man?”
I sit here writing this in the dark because it’s 5am and my ceiling’s light bulb just burnt out. The darkness is fitting though. It is fitting to write about one’s depression in the dark. Mental illness is a funny thing, the slightest thing can trigger the worst of episodes. What is even worse isContinue reading “Rambling About Depression in the Dark”
Charleena, Charleena A mother of 3. Several bullets laid out For her children to see. Charleena is dead And so is her baby. For Charleena was pregnant, She was past month 3. Charleena, Charleena, You had a name. As did several others, All the casualties in this game. Charleena, Charleena, I did notContinue reading “Charleena Lyles and 3”
Work work work work work. More important that I eat, Than you feel welcome.
I have been tourist, patriots of capital. Pride in rhetoric.
Losers never win, That is what makes them a loser. President Loser.
Not my President. Not even my TV star, NOT MY PRESIDENT.
Fool said, “I am fool.” Another said, “I am not!” They were the true fool.