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’