A Hand Over the Heart Does Not Feed a Hungry Child

Our content Mass production,

due favors in south outlier

and a perisistant traveller’s call for a prayer

of peace.

Tell me kid,

did you know there was a future in such

a romaceless field?

Distracted petty feuds

as it all begins to crumble

and become rebuilt.

Violence and rhetoric

in the names of things like patriotism

and overdue acts of symbol.

But will a symbol feed a child

will a gesture heal our heroes

will condesencion change anything

and is willful idiocy to be tolerated?

Patience is indeed a virtue

but must never become a weakness.

Ignorance is not to be a social tolerant,

and spirituality is foresaken in people

who see no end to their consumption,

no problems either.

A decade to look back on

and youthful disposition is yet to change.

Why must we kill our innocence?

Can we not indulge the senses

and still open our hearts to the old truths?

I say we can.

I say that we may,

and I say that we will.

9/20/15

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Chartered Words, Uncensored

Synonymous desperation,

sacrificing morals, principles, and an upbringing,

just to eat

and bare shelter.

The guilds and fealties of our past,

are only more passive now,

but they are still real.

Diverted funds feed me dinner,

and the shame of another sacrificed oath

is flushed along with my humors,

and vile contempt

otherwise hidden from my dependants

as a virtual scribe.

9/14/15

Sweet Lady of our Mass Production.

Over-packaged literature,

and mass production.

Where is our savior street artist now?

Do not patronize me,

for better or worse

there must be benevolence to art.

The romantic dialoque of the starving struggle

is no movie based happy ending.

For in real life,

the story carries on the next day.

9/15/15

Statements of The Modern

Broken Woes,

The Soul of Man under Socialism,

and other important childrens books.

Would banning the bible in schools

increase it’s sex appeal?

Ah, sweet blasphemy

and an anachronistic marriage,

and a lie.

Rot in jail,

or pay the ticket,

still in the end

old songs become relevant again.

9/2015

New Word

New word,

passive lacking in detail,

no lie,

just late facts and a painful shrug.

Tedious narcotic anxiety and an even older

annoying habit.

We are in fact addicted to our emotions,

and some are more toxic than heroin.

Anger kills brain,

and fear, the heart.

Trapped in adolescent disposition,

a generation,

of late lies.

9/1/15

The Ponderings of Memories Clenched 

To wit and be not known

and strength.

See to wit,

and matter disproportioned,

in ever lasting concept.

What times do we live in,

when our young read stories of their no future.

What now done for our children,

what now done

in dialogue for truth and politic.

Another build up of hope,

or just more foreplay?

There is never a hero in a necktie,

remember that.

But we still need a horse to pull the chariot

that we call country.

The post modern game of thrones,

and it is still the people who pay the price.

8/31/15

The Story’s Answer Part 4

War, no, fear, no,

Crime, no, 

Game!

Simply game!

Game for identity.

Game for group

and safety.

Game for instinct,

Game for the pursuit

but not gain of truth.

But what is to gain

truth?

What is to gain knowledge?

Where is any truth?

Is this my page?

Is this my night?

Damn this me!

Damn this I!

Damn this self!

Damn this search!

Damn!

Damn!

Damn all!

I will not end until

my sides ache,

until my illusion of self

is beyond illusion,

narrate on!

Is this the hope?

The end?

The gain?

No, only a fine tune,

only a new common thought,

Here one stands,

no bare social scene,

no honest truth,

Avoid,

lie,

escape,

deciet, toll,

Hurt,

sado-social-masochism,

a condition?

A truth?

Both, beyond,

done?

Lie?

No, no question,

no truth,

Why can no thought

bare the truth,

Why can no thought

 be truthful,

Why can no impulse

stop!?

No!

No more drive,

hyperbole, I’m not

the only one with a gift.

I am not the only one

for truth.

Well now such as

shall end,

Now I have such,

let me work,

let each thought

be born on the page,

This is a repeat,

this is another fall,

Another repeat

and end,

and again,

repeat, and dare

no original.

Only ask for truth,

end each thought,

with a comma,

so it goes on to

the next page.

Follow end of page

follow false words,

follow barren privelage,

corrected words,

but still out

to hell with self

what self?

Who is self?

Dare not answer

your own

“bookish” questions?

No.

No need is not

self is a lie

and each misstep

is a time unwanted.

Forget her face

and paint a new one.

Breed speaks of a self,

ego speaks of a self,

I promised

that each page

would be full,

I,

I,

we cannot remove the

I

we cannot remove the self,

I will not offer

thought,

but

I do,

I do and

bare truth,

honest fault

no end

laugh at your gain

true thought

honesty,

must hit will

iron hot.

Make em stereotype

stream of consciousness

what a false word

false step

False

False

FALSE

ALL FALSE

DAMN IT!

War

Death

hungerr

murder

rape

shame

shun

Judgement

these!

These are not false!

These are true!

These are not needed for 

timing these are not

wanted for truth?

Barren?

Ask or fortune!

Hurt no hunger

Ask for no tune

but walk a land

barren!

We are hearing our thoughts!

What is a song!

Are our modern DJ’s songs

even worth an effort!?

The regulars.

Judge and judge

sit and ask

and stare and wonder

and wander

and drift and sing

and sting

and fall

and fault

and ask where is our tribute

tonight?

Where is our human

sexual product!

Yes, ha!

Yes!

Dare laugh!

Dare evil!

Our human

product!

Yet die!

Yet end!

Yet call every sordid

pathetic sale!

Accept it! Demand it!

Ask fort it!

I will not let my thoughts

be wasted,

I will not let my hopes

diminish,

No soul,

and I dare say

soul will not waste,

will not diminish.

You!

You are a soul,

You are beautiful,

You are not defeated

You are not alone,

You are you and

only you!

Call this corny!

Call this cliche!

Call this sordid

Call this!

The fact you call this,

The fact you call,

you only waste,

you only drive

trivial

and trivialize

you are trivial.

And I am judgement

you are weak

I am strong

you dumb

me smart

me poetic

me eccentric

give me attention

give me sex

give me lust

give me 

give me

give me 

give me

give me

give me

give me

give me.

I cannot produce

with such attitudes.

I cannot bare

such lies.

Trivialize no origine

Find no weakness,

Find no truth.

To escape,

is escape “truth.”

Dare,

dare not ask!

Dare not ask!

Dare never

ask

become

and yell

Free all thought

lie and delusion,

yet bare no judgement,

If you judge

forgive,

forget,

and free,

free all.

None be free

until all are free.

To state the obvious,

it’s now intellectualism.

If I did it

for reward,

I’d be over,

lost,

pathetic,

sad,

I will never fall like you

and I admit

I am no person to judge

anymore,

I don’t want

to be a reflection

in my genetic mirror,

am I not me!?

Am I not here!?

Do I not breath!?

Is this life,

is this truth!?

is this our hope.

We will, our will.

Yes We!

Yes We!

Yes We again!

Barroom ettiqute

social standards,

norms!

Protection!

self!

Evil!

Evil!

Evil!

Who is to say

what is and is not evil!?

Human!

Person!

Law!

Law is from

MAN!

Ha!

Law.

HA! Man?

Both are the curse

of my existence.

My existence!

It is true!

It is self!

It is!

It is!

It is

It is

It is.

As good is real

as evil is real.

I am none to judge.

But I

Yes I

am one to state,

I am one to hope,

to prospect,

to hope,

to think,

to feel,

to touch,

to hold,

to do,

to fight,

to stream,

to question,

to market.

Curse you Damien Hurst,

Curse you Andy Warhol,

Curse you perverts

of the market.

Curse you regulars.

Curse you 

and curse you.

Flashback

training truth.

Yes it is truth!

It is real!

It is feeling!

It is here!

It is self.

It

It

It

It

self

self

self

truth

truth

truth

I am sick of these words.

I am

I

Another world 

I want to escape

but can’t.

None can,

Oh what a fool

What a fool you are

and what I have been!

None can escape

the self.

None can

deny a self.

We are observors.

We are the observers.

We are

We are

We lost,

lost in pain and hope.

And love, is an unescapable

concept.