Est-Rang-ed.

im not really interested
in talking
about it
i feel
like that book
with grover
like there is a monster at the end of this
and i don't feel
like crying
right
now

ive been
compartmentalizing
well enough
to get through
days
long
and dark

im just letting
infant jesus
take the
reigns
to this sled
grandma
is running over
rain
dear
games

over the river and through the woods
as i am
dragged behind
like a southern hate crime victim
slamming my head
sonny bono style
on every fucking trunk

observe
as i go vietnam Buddhist
calmly accepting
the burning
the savagery
the pain

happy 2nd birthday Stella.
Star in my sky.
i wish upon you.
even though i can't see you...

for whatever-

backwards ass,
selfish,
self serving,
heart wrenching,
soul squashing,
easy way out,
avoiding confrontation,
exaggerated,
slanderous,
certified insane,
BULLSHIT,
(not to mention
anti christ)
no mass

pour favor

ive
got nothing
but sorrow
and im exhausted

God help me
I miss my baby

-reason they tell themselves.
Fuck you. and God bless you
Mothers,
you fuckers

axed

you owe me

a tree

and some 

memories 

un-man-i

-fested

advent

-u-r-

e

neglected

intro

-vert

el-

e

-lect-

ed 

in 

-stead in-

vert

-a-

b-rate 

pain

in my

correct it

you

dont pass go

questioning my reasoning
being where i is
music in me
background
i am
under
amused

shouldn't i
be moved
more
hell
if i
dont
or do
ya know?

spending
money
time
and
space

but this
guy has
a sense
of humor
"romantic"
great prompt

room full
out on
the broadway
mono
poly
fingers
pockets

care ole

little
do you know son
how you keep me alive
its a bittersweet
this tragedy
for you i will
survive
i live off these
imperfect moments
these failed attempts
to fly
i bare my soul
in honesty
with actuality
tears within
my eyes

shadow of
my former self
trying to escape
the time is fleeting
moments passing
nothing seems to
help me
make up
four these
not mistakes

im drowning in
sorrowing
defeat in this
constant
sense of
shame
ghost
of christmas
past
is haunted
more of
just the
same

i believe
in you
as for me?
myself and i
are
feared to be
finished

selfish self
lost it all
half
the man
i used
to be
im bad
for my own
health
ill admit
living in my
stupidity

has to...
just has to...
last until
get me through
the winter cold
she lifts
nearing im a
point of no
returning
remembering
well
wherefore ive
acquired all my
God given gifts

last

damn aged

lacking the resolution
no healing going on here
no place but up to go
because any farther down
into this mess ive made of myself
and ill slit my throat

bound to lose
my mind
as if there is anything left
to salvage

my former glory
haunts me
memory museum
i banned myself from

i cant even let myself feel
its all very overwhelming

so much shame
so far away from
the me i was proud to be

she left me
and that hurt
but ive entered a phase
where i dont believe
that ill ever love myself
again

ive given up
i can tell
in the way
im lost to myself
dont know who i really am
and it takes me
too much energy
just to get out
of my room

more than that
im still mourning
and she isnt ever going to look back

i thought i had overcome
the worst
that i was getting over her
moving on
but i was wrong
and it's apparent
im a fraction
a remnant
a shadow

each passing day
i exist in this fog
where im dull
disconnected
gray and overcast

fucking fading
and i hate this
because
healing isnt happening
im a product
of painful past mistakes

putting things back
together
ain't so easy
for me

im scared
and alone
wishing you
still felt things
but you dont

and im daily
getting crazy
barely holding on
losing faith
losing hope basically

two

ive never composed with intentions to entertain
to be certain it's naive to aspire to fame
written words works wonderful magic
but putting them down is traditionally tragic
or comedic
for laughing at
making one cry
its the only thing left
when i fear i could die
self is my nitch
i just flow with
the go
and i care not
nor know not
ever far how
ill go
and i hide secrets long worded
when reality bites

blurted
blot out
the sun
for darkness
consumes us
and love is dead
God is too
black fridays forever
21 monkeys
zoo

sigh oh gnar uh

still feeling anchored
down in the dumpster

ive gone down deep this time
im wilderness john the baptist
gnawing on my sandal straps

nothing helps right now
feels like last year
zeroing out instead of in

kamikaze zombie parasitic
contagion pathogenic
past postmortem margarine

butterfly coo cooing again
met i morpheus
neo ment i for more than this

pit i pattern
heart beat ravenous
problems old abacus

casio

sangers
sung wrongers
did it tonight
came and winced
pain full
exchange

shared out of obligation
price to pay
aint anonymous
in your face
sitting in
rotation

couldnt just
if i
observe
disturb
oblation
radiation

all up in
my head
this day
rather i
seclude
than play

off pudding

everything it seems today
is off
i cant explain it
no thought in my head soothes
my soul complaining
for entertainment
i had weird dreams
of monsters
and things
my drama is
mommy centric
im lost
a soul troubled
a wondering
vagabond
chemical induction
catalyst crutch
too much i fear
is never enough
let the wind take me
come what may
im playing peek a boo
with baby jesus
letting him take
the wheel
today

Artspace

space is cold
full of griffins
and sage wisdom
music
and potential

when im in space
the weight of worlds
is lifted
and im lifted
like a rocket

space is hard
to describe
to survive
but when im there
i know im alive

Leonardamus: Hath-deady

Leonardamus: Hath-deady:   >>>>>>>>!<<<<<<<< now and then i think of when we were together we were happy oh so ...

coin seeded

Ryno

pheeling me

myself
and
mind's eye

i
caption captain

3.14
pie
ro-tech

matrices

mate

trill
troll

deities

seizure
carp

et magic

alf

outta
space
shit

spay
sit

knew

tared up

shall i
run

pre-

vet

prevent

nude

looking
over

defence

shit
turdy

not on

off

un-
cooked
un-
schooled
un-
booked

back look

like one 3

to cents

the bucks

like a grind
in the mil

key weight

walkey
like i
talkey

chew you up

true nuff
truth say

spit tune

dont spray

mist

blew

lag you
goon
a
beach

bach
out

ta ta

tare ore

tear
dropped

outta
here

the
music
muted

thee

sorest

SARS
sick

nest
plaugey

rising

in
fest

in chest
heart

razor
risen

ne'er
ever
not out

landish

panish
endevour

lost boy
forever

heir
to err

no matter
how clever

i aim
too

go go

gadget

gone
baby
gone

run home

inning
over
extra

vertive

sweet
more than

sugar

cain't

x plane
im able

un
stop

cape
red

no bull

you a mat

im a door
thats again-able

butt you
under there

where they're
undertaken

begin again-ling

bare
least

your demise
inescapable

dusty
distanced
dismissed
dis-eased

step not

lest you
brave hearted

ill fell you
like the leaves

you cow

herd

no lion

pants sharted

im good vibin

if you
need a chopper
get to it
then

ill be preditorian

if that is
you want
2 do
dual

im the shit

get
ghosted
sheeeet

be aware
expect
a boo boo
or two
right through you

lively i'm

all sorts
be
in angered

hating mad

crazy trained
go off
the rails
ozzy like

voodoo

fuming smoke

like a wizard
rubbed in
rabid bat batter

like a hat maker

mercury dripping
from
behind ears
maddening
getting madder

mouthwash-buzzed up

manged hair
all matted

buzzed off
light beers

teeth chittering
and chatterin

so hard
nearly shattering

sofa king

weak

tard

dopeless

de-feathered

birdy

re-incline
ears

for eras

id say least 30

yall
errored
you did

big
dummies

gone
stupid

these
fat ass cats

getting fatter

i ain't sweatin

they try me
try
try
again

teach you

dat ass
need a lessening

fail
frankly

they

to coup
to guillotine

deaf
dumb
self ish

self defeating

yall own demise
yall bring
on yo selves

and
do it all
they
sloppily

de-pleating
this

with the
mean ness

shits bad for
your health

stop with the
icky
body

with
out
the
cranium

you lost

see
they
be
headless

sleepy
hollow

dandy

lying

oft
mouthed
off

get dropped
quick

killed
soft

ali
bah bah
bye bying

taylor swift

poppy

field

sleepy time
nap it
off

lull abiding

knock it off
with the whining

wike ew u a wittle babe its

be wearing
you
die pers

suck on ur mommy tits

cant stop
wont
stop

on it

one
lately

constantly

mon-sunday-opoly

dont do shit half assed
caused
mconfidentiality

know that when
im coming proper
ain't a mother fucker
in the world
got the gall or balls
to stop it

see me

meet me outside
how bout that

say hi
to the
tejas ranger
guy
name o' walker
he's my stalker

mice on ice
mega-monstrosity
of men

frank in
stein
beck
ons
to killer
mockery

all frayed

hitch a cock

to fly over
a
cookoo's nests

with the rest of
dem

ole ladies

flock them
all

birds
chicken headed

peacocks
presenting

poppycock

coughing shit

monotonalitariumotory
mummy fide boney
oscar myartarium
nounsenseicle
trytrysgaincycle
wereidplaydomaginationary
wineknotkillsthetiemeaughtnoteye
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Nine2oh

Vibing jams wicked outrageous 

All hallo weening liquid contagious 

Booming bass like rocket house

One of dem knights bound to joust 

All dolled up and dialed up too 

Slide on down ur broomsticks witchs’ brew

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BeYourOwn:
B.ring the Best
O.ver_every/anything
S.upporting
S.uccess (inXS)
_....>
         delRyno ©️XIX

It ain’t what it isn’t

So for real like more than one hundred
More than capable good for having fun with
These days are mixed with mostly up swinging
Look forward anticipating thanks being given
The scales of divine justice are teeter and tottering
Ebbing and flowing wavular see aye ‘aughta sing
Can’t have it all humble pie remnants crumbled bits
Discipline honing the art of keeping about them one’s wits
It seems there’s this balance we all sorta dance
Knights joust it’s the shield stopping the combatant’s sharp lance
The trick is remembering what tools we posses
How easily we forget when under duress
There is peace in the knowing this’s too shall pass
Especially when the universe is kicking your ass
It’s all temporary, these emotions are fickle
When we fester all up in it we begin to pickle
Stagnation in a feel is a waste of sweet time
It’s a burglar of the moment, a victim-full crime
What I’m trying to say in a roundabout way
Is if I cut my life open splayed out on display
I’d see this organism of intricacies with systems in concert
Cogs, gears of war, causing pleasure, others hurt
The machinery of experiences keep the lifetime alive
We need every single one if the whole’s to survive
So I’m taking the good and taking the bad
Taking them both and in that I have
The facts of life.
The facts of life.

bLESSed

Things feel
Correct now
Test is not to fuckitup
Tred me lightly
Boobies are
Traps that snap

Music all ways
Every time
Where rhyme
I aim flying
High sky smiling
Happy in styling

Not every all
Thing here is right
Balance rope/news tight
Act in playing
Suppressing and confessing
The factual, this plight:

That I haven’t seen my Stella.
My little angel,
In almost a month now...

Brings me to tears
So I don’t go
There. don’t know how

God be with me and my as
We are.
Connecting.
Making.
New. Knew.
Memories.

Per diem blessening
blessed I sing
I’m accepting
This as well
as other things.
Therefore becoming more.
Whilst simultaneously lessening.

AlphaBit

Seriously stuck
Save me sweetly
Something soon
Scanning for soothing
Sent signal sleuth

Rolling in red rust
Repeating revolution
Unresolved, reduced to
Rotting round ridges
Riga-mortis reduced

Baby-mama barrage
Breaks, beats back
Beta-boy’s brain
Blue and black
Bruised & bloody

Dark dank dungeon
Don’t dare drink
Dug in deep double doubting
Doing damage dreaming
Dusty-dry dirt draped devoutly

Always away anymore
Amongst agonizing arenas
Aloft and airy armada
All aimed and against
Alarms again activate

Overthinking on offensive often
Omnipotent oblivion occurs
Oozing of one’s own oral orifaces
Oratory out of oil obviously
Only ozone odor omitted

Tasteless talents tweaking till twilight
Tried to treat therapeutic twice/thrice
Trending to trick thinking thoughts
Totally triumphant treatment that takes
Turns the this towards tomorrow today

I don’t know

I’m not quite ready
To become what I’ll be
I’ve been confused
Since I can remember
Coolio cucumbering
Encumbered by the globe
Again with that lass
Carrying the world
Maybe not the earth
But mines heavily absurd
Did I mention I’ve lost
My marbles yes my wits
I’ve been reduced to throwing tantrums
Isolation fits
Nothing seems to bring me
Pleasure anymore
I’ve been doing it again
Getting bed sores
I’m lazy when defeated
Deflated
Not pumped up
This heart
Feels like broke
Ain’t got the drive
I’m finding music
Is pivotal
The boob tube
Is deplorable
I’ve been grinding Netflix
For damn near two weeks
Not searching for
Not looking far
Not finding
Sinks not seeks
This mindless wordplay
Is just a waste of time
However amusing
I’m finding rhyme
Throwback jam
To Naka days
I’ve been lower
Prescription pays
Prayers interrupted
By self frustration
Popping pills instead
And throwing in another chew
My face will fall off
Just like me
Wasted again
Monetarily
Vestiges of hoping
Are few
Far between
I’m so far gone
Don’t know
Can’t begin
To tell you
Truly

Fe fi fo fuh kit

So I did what any normal person would do
I quit my job
And proceed to shut off
Emotionally 
Locked myself in my room
And literally wait
Until today

I’m not exactly sure what happens now
I’ve been here before
A few times
And I’m quite aware
I’ve died on myself
Suicide a former self
End of an age

Boredom

Here I go
Again
On my own

Not getting my dick wet
Where to go from here
Half wanting what I threw away
The other half unsure

These ****ty poems help a little
Not nearly as much as I hope
Not enough dope in the world 
Need a new drug to help me cope

Rhymes and meter can go get ****ed
I don’t have the patience right now
Just killing time half alive 
Waiting for the next chapter to begin

My friend is next to me
Similar ****
Her lover was incompatible 
So single again here both we sit

I’m really just barely floating around these days
Sleeping as much
Not spending at all
Zombie alive I’m sick

Something about just letting time pass me is making me feel this is wasted
Looking back at times when it felt like I had life by the balls escapes me now this **** sucks

Chairman

So we are going hard like a rocket
Chair. Man I’m bored
And growing
Hungry but too lazy
To go anywhere 
And too privileged 
In modern America
Circa ‘19
22nd century 
Fast approaching 
Gotta make it to
February 
114 years old

Good Luck

I made her go 
And now she’s gone
this time I thinks it sticks
I hope I am not wrong

not letting it hurt
Not this time around 
Not giving it thought 
Left as we were found

I lost her number
Letting it hang
Her face is blocked
Preventing boomerang 

My head feels pressured 
Like a crockpot presses 
Front and back
Stewed up mess this

Not so much 
Hurting right now
Side to side 
Avoiding loud

There’s a freedom now
In solitude 
A spring in step
Righteous dude

Feeling correct
Focusing on me
The days will tell me
Sacred simplicity 

How much she is missed
Then logic takes over
Never meant to be cold
Throwing salt over my shoulder 

KKKR

Kit Kat kicks rocks
She needs the distance
Bring up parts of me
I want to keep buried

My trigger is happy
Becoming on edge
Forcing my self
To rhyme in here hedge

Go fuck toy self
My computer does
My thinking for me
Again the

Messy

What’s oddly familiar about this?
That I know
I should get out.
And I don’t

What the
****’s
the matter
with me?

Deplorable
downward spiral
tailspin
Kamikaze

Still
I won’t
Act on
Indecision

Needing not nor
Asking for
You or your
Permission

What we?
All I
know is me
Does that make me selfish?

This will
Decay
Decompose
Become the deathwish

Sentencing
Righting
Down
Emotionally

Bound
Bio-chemistry
Faded now
Free radically

Thanks for
Everything
Blessed Be
Our Memories

Never Enough
What the ____?
Sameness, nothing
Clandestinely

Not ‘nuff
just thoughts
Movement
Change is hard

Knowing
Is more than
who we
are

Freedom rings
If you answer
Listen for
“The Call”

Choice is power
Sometimes fear
Is crippling
Forced to crawl

9 lives

This **** has got me trippin
Thinking we are disagreeable 
Communication breaking now
This problem proves formidable 

Blatantly ignores the words
As if I never spoke them.
Won’t allow me; disavowingly. We
Forming spaces inhospitable 

again. With the fighting.
Incessantly picking...
Apart. Where for?
Art thou tearing up my heart?

I feel it too
With or without U2
I can’t live this lack of like it,
Let’s get back to. Press restart.

Thy Will Be

It’s called morning
Because yesterday died
So should we 
To our before 
More selves

Wants are fleeting 
Needs not
So much
Feeling is distraction 
Intuition trust

Emotion versus logic
Innately imitate we
Learned bad 
Habits 
What’s a (wo)man too due

Man woe
Erring cause I am
Hue (man)
Exuding 
Lighten ang-

Grrr 
Like a beast
Roaring 
Lion like
Pride aside peace

Kingdom 
****
World gone 
Wrong
Ugly ducking singing off tune swan song

fansee that

By the time we arrive we will clock out having worked a 26 hour shift
Needed that
Gimmi dat
Sanging songs
Zombies
But fully alive
Living
Doing
Did that
Bringing home
Bacon and cheddar
We’ve been on the run
Driving when no sun
Nothings gunna stop we now
Packer glory
From the Tund
-ra Ra RAW

Bapdismal

Little high
Little low
Went out
To hear the music

Alcoholic beverages
Conversations ensued
Bought some art
Gave it away

Everyone
Critics
God Emperors
Heretics

Last night
I was myself
All alone
Dancing, left my phone

In my car
Caring not
Technology revolt
Ixian analogue, sans remote

Sandals
Duney
Wormwood
Whispers

Clearly air
Water falls
Ruined
Runes

Stoned like
Martyrs
Mortars
Moved

Pyramid
Envy
Loons wading
Waist deep ‘mongst looms

Read
See?
Parting
Sorrow that sweets

Lower than
Self-less
Washing way
sins, I,
since I
got them;
oft on
dis-eased
feets.

Clean now.
Offed them
dancing.
Beats battle
shadow
stragglers
towed
neath foot,
neath toe.

Freedom
found in
the action.
So I
act on,
them feats.
Control.
Alternation.
Deletes.

Nothing Really

The universe hates me
I feel
So
Ashamed

Caught in the landslide
Appeal
Sow
Unreeled

No escape from
Wheel
Dow
Jones’n

Reality
Feel
Doubt
Hone in

Open your eyes
Peel
Route
Rowing inn

And see
Steal
Knelt
Been been

And see
Easy come
Easy go
Matterin’

Dee Pleat Ed.

Been up for a minute
Since about 5am
Made a pot of coffee
Music therapy, application

Soon the house will arise
Wake to distract
Head full and heavy
It’s all about the react

My baby is here
Weekend part-time dad
When I return her
It’s always sad

I usually cry
Sometimes it takes time
Like when putting toys away
Missing out making dimes

Ten times ten
One hundred percent
Slave to dollars
Making ends paying rent

My children love me
But I’m not satisfied
If I said I do enough
Believe me I lied

Never ending stories
Of struggling for real
This shit piles heavy
Layers, lack appeal

Give me a sign
Message from above
Show me the path
Lacking self-love

Hard on myself
Heavy loaded Atlas
Shouldering burdens
Hard knock life class

Fizzle out quickly
Energy never lasting
Get lost every time
Time wasted past me

He or me?
Falling into habits of old
Borrowed and broken. Soiled and cold.
Wanting but wavering. Inconsistently bold.

He(e/a)r me:
Tale between legs lack I that eye of tiger shine.
Head in hand, down. Cowardly Lion in a handout line.
Cheesy-Wiz. Cheddar-less. Deaf, eating. Whiny and dying.

Lately

She probably doesn’t know
That in between texts I often stare at my phone
Just waiting for her to drop me some line

It’s usually not anything profound
Small talk, answering a question, an emoji
But it keeps me warm as I fall asleep alone

I try not to imagine her
As she sleeps next to other people
Swears they don’t fuck, I try to believe her

I fall in love too easily
Become obsessive and codependent
I’m clingy and insecure

I started writing this
Thinking I’d send it to her
Impressing her, making her want me

Today is her birthday
She turned 25
And she’s fine without me

We fuck like rabbits
Every chance we get
And now I’m addicted

Doc

She makes me want
To both be myself
And who I am

Inspiration
Like reminds
Of what makes me tick

Makes me want
To pull out
All my trix

Sorta like falling
Down the rabbit holes
Important dates
Kindred souls

My name is found
Inside of hers
Share we love of
Written words

She says I make her
Want to write
I find that sameness
Taking a bite

Want to name her
Say things aloud
Sing when I’m with her
Three’s a crowd

Waking up
The stuff inside
Tell her everything
Blindly confide

Her walls are high
And thick like a castle
Lay siege wanting in
More pleasure than hassle

The way she smiles
When I turn up the charm
Makes me want her always
On my right, on my arm

I forgot what this felt like
To discover each other
Everything feels up
Under the covers

In constant contact
True, like connected
She’s all in my veins
I must be infected

Perhaps when she kisses me
And holds my gaze with that smile
It’s seeping into my blood somehow
Makes my heartbeat all wild

tornados

We stayed up after the children went to sleep
Listening to music
Making out
She doesn’t tell me much
I tell her everything

2:11 and she’s gone to bed
I should be there too
Things to do
Never ending
Yet I could easily be bored

She came
Into my life electronic
Digital love?
Kat
Fishing for a kiss

We spend
Time together
Like it’s going
Out
Of style

Charged
Fully erect
Standing
Up
Got my attention

Showed her
How I live
What I’m on
How I do
Me

I get bits
Pieces
Parts
Luckily
I listen well

Eagle eye
Cherry
Save tonight
Tomorrow comes
To take me away

Fighting demons
Of habits
Distrusting
Sign of the times
2000disgusting

Can’t trust myself
Let alone another
Cane me
Insides candy
Piñata plunder

BDSM
Brings me
Down rabbit holes
Sexual stimulation
Motivation elevation

Kat

Cheshire
Nine lives
Stealth like ninja
Cuddles hard
Mindfuck
Eyes that see through
Nocturnal

Not furry
Doesn’t meow (yet at least)
Probably wouldn’t drink warm milk from a saucer
Bipedal
Doesn’t piss and shit in a box
Sexual
On my lap

Wero Malo

Se llama guero loco guey

Sir Prized, Miss Pellings, and a questionable period that could be a comma,.cap it al R

WHAT? YOU HAVE NOT. ALL THROUGH
LOVER. I met your new boyfriend today. Can’t look me in my eyes. Probably never heard
a single good characteristic of mine. His include: Nice truck. And not me.
Find myself in song surrounded by the people I’m supposed to be with.
It’s not all ways beautiful. In due time it can be seen. Got lost inside my
head for a minute there. And still I’m confused. My lifestyle hasn’t changed.
In fact I’m finally back to myself, just without you.
I’m not afraid.
Don’t fear the reaper
Take my hand.
I’ve another to spare
Lining up. Sparks. Interest.
Taking my time.
Because I...

You do! Left me, yet. With me. come to
I used to give a fuck about where you are. What you did with your time. I don’t even
go there in my head. Haven’t in a while.
I still think about our Lava and feel the naked-ness if a ring imported when
yours was a last ditch desperation purchase. I stopped appreciating you.
What to do with myself sometimes. I just don’t know.
And that’s ok. It’s better than in fact.
Awake. Alive. Danger. 5
Outback
Stake-house

To Me, I can feel you hurry hurry me,
And I’m the impatient one. Where did we go and better yet does it even matteR
Anymore...
Because of you __________?
Give the fuck up. As if I could be replaced. You are so young, so sweet,
so suprised.
Good luck with that.
Everybody in my crew.
Sofa king.
Amazing!
As I yawn,