Crimson Gold 

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Crimson Gold flows into the gutters of humanity

Lost souls and heroes of the past 70 years

They were spat on and hated for what America did

No choices but to do as the world needed.

Left dying in in a pool or neglect and sorrow.

 

Where do we go, one wonders, what next?

Is it our own destiny to pull apart society,

As we are dictated to bow to the lesser voice

Media bows to it daily, no leaders here

They have gone home, they see no end, other than the obvious.

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Naked Transcendent

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Somethings never start, they just become

Existence transcends time, and we float on

Maybe an ocean, mighty and everlasting

Or the backyard pool, bounded

But not here, not in this time

As is the ocean, so is the sky

Boundless to thoughts that elevate

I am certainly a madman, naked and free.

 

Love is..

 

Ripples of skipping rocks, tides of the seas

Calmingly destructive,  first kiss, a last goodbye

The bittersweet ending of long-agos,

hopes of tomorrows, the rage of all that is between

its now, its never, worn to the bone,

the newness of which is known only once

its water below, air above, wind in your hair, my fingers

dirt under your nails from gardens you grew

fire that stokes the anguish of this beast within

under the moonless night crystalized in darkness

in memories of lingering thoughts,  

lasting like ghosts that haunt wicked desire

temptation’s fury, gone to rest upon your granite marker…

…my grave that I stand before … whisper your name

Buried forever you won’t cry out, you won’t be silent

tormenting the memories, no one notices the emptiness

filling this enduring madness.

 

Smiley Face

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He pushes his shopping cart down the rutted makeshift sidewalk

Half humming a tune no one else would care to hear

Nothing makes sense in this world of his, but then again, what does

And you, in your hybrid self-indulgence feel sorry for his fate as you trudge off to work

In daily dreams of lethargic trance, not realizing you are any richer

Than some bum with flop soled shoes and one sock, encased in matted human waste

The sun beat leather, one could call it a face, is an inkling of our own mirrored image

If we ever looked closer beneath the makeup we call happiness

Oh, I imagine everyone else must feel blessed, if such a word ever made sense,

But your gods never gave a crap about the pittance of crimpled dollars

Which buy the guilt of your own lost life, as you follow like lemmings

To the coffee pots, that churn away, making the miserable mud even more so.

But keep your eyes on the road, and avert yourselves to the things you call horror

Because those are the very things that are humanity and you have created the borders

And you have become judge jury and executioner to the invisible masses

Who could care not one iota of your ‘freedom’, you will never, if you ever gave life a moment,

You will never… be free, caught in the hysteria of every moment that doesn’t matter

Your own genocide will be the history of your emoji filled dereliction.  

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The Walls

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We sit against walls, mind and body lost

In suspended animation

Torn shoes dangle from our rotting feet

Cloth hangs lifeless against the shell of our souls

Nowhere to go but this place

Clinging to this brittle mortar

That divides the centuries

No wars have altered these lines

They are etched into our humanity

the walls keep us safe, the walls keep us trapped

we will never see through to the other side

we will never tolerate this coin

it is the same mint, but always two sides

our souls are the tortured, and we are the torturers

tear down the walls we cried years ago

yet the lost are still lost

build up the walls we screamed

and the screams echoed back

we are the visions of years to come

and we have gotten nowhere since;

this dual is our death.