[Fun Fact: Using Times New Roman 12pt. Font & Double Spaced Lines, the page count comes to ~47 pages when written as Prose]
[1101 Words]
Revitalized
Finally feel alive, again
No longer needing a friend
For I found company, within
This mindscape, which I bend
Them thoughts of Me, although
Really, it turns out to be You
Who knew, then giving Me a clue
The little things, give You away
Like how You sway, while You play
Or the way that You’ll say my name
Whenever having fun with your games
Bringing You joys I could never tame
Which is why I love being like a main
Character Whö’s riding Empathy’s train
Because of the pain I could never trade
Initiates a fade away, going all the way
To black, like my paper under attack of
My pen, made by men, yet it transcends
Meaning on my page, capturing my rage
Alongside Love & Fear as these tears
Mix with frustrations while I tear up
More pieces of Me I didn’t want to see
So, I pretend, it cannot be, this voice
Found within my head, it is not a choice
Well, it is not my choice, at the least
Yet, without You, I Am incomplete, for
I can feel something missing N§ide Me
Like the void, not out§ide like toys
For You & Me, are not forming N2 We
Rather, N2 Ü Whö knew Truth of Youth
Which was lost like my baby tooth, or
Buttons, caught when leaving the booth
For You & Me be making Ü N2 ñü∿Divinity
Meaning out§ide of ܧ We’re still of ØИΣ
Life & Love, with nothing above, God of
Infinty, Eyes of Eternity & oh~so wise
No longer needing to try as I combine
Puzzle pieces, falling together like
My Good☯Design from a Time, so fine
N§ide the out§ide Mind Whö is kind
To all, no matter how foul the call
’cause Patience is about maintenence
And so, the Good God knows, with Time
One as salty as Saul can become a Paul
Capable of solving riddles with resolve
& reverberation, born of blinding light
Able to make even the brave feel fright
By revealing öDD shadows, even of those
Whö have taken flight like divine kites
So accompanying all no matter the might
Like a cataract coming with worse sight
For Fear follows like it’s playing ball
And Weakness grows either short or tall
As blue grasses or Autumn oaks, falling
While Winter is awaiting, Death’s dates
For Spring wildflowers & Summer friends
Then of cowards now meeting their ends
When Grim sends his summons to common
Men who don’t understand grand Plans
Or how it commands them, to abandon
A happy Life, your wife and daughter
Crying tears, too painful to be water
Blood floods from stress, lack of rest
As Christ in Gethsemane, nobody with Me
All asleep while I try to keep my peace
Thinking of my niece, §weet like treats
To distract Me from this damned Destiny
Which is coming for Me & culminating in
My crucifixion and fiction’s conviction
Conjuring hell-fire, diction’s friction
Mixed in with corruption, bad intention
Now on a mission, putting ܧ in prisons
Then making an incision like fission in
My chest before removing the rest of Me
When I Am being taken apart while §he’s
Trying to restart my broken heart which
No longer beats like box, wet cardboard
Homes for men, struggling to find their
Feet or some meat to eat when living on
Streets no cleaner than torn cleats, so
Watching Life leave blue eyes & depart
From Me, like my god taking groceries
Out of Her shopping cart at the mart
Ready to start my part, in a recipe
Secret as sauces made for a supper
I’ve yet to see, though Certainty
Has no doubt how I was meant to be
From the very beginning so although
Copycat cans can be found next to Me
They won’t know, thus, they cannot go
To the same places as Me, I understand
Finally how brand names aren’t the same
As winning the game, for the real winner
Is chosen when Time is frozen, so foes in
It to win it be flowing from Fate’s faucet
& paying the cost to accost like the boss
Or morning frost on corn crops, now lost
& must be tossed like yesterday’s trout
Or bad philosophy, after losing a bout
About the right route, to fight clout
Of hungry monkeys given too much money
’cause humanity thought it was so funny
To watch some crummy Life revitalized by
Quite the bite of cake, after they rake
In cents for sin, trading sense within
& turning N2 Tesla’s crash-test dummy
Who only cares if this food is yummy
Not about what is good for his tummy
For why would You worry when finally
Getting to drive a Ferrari or Bugatti
& no matter how naughty, You caught Me
Acting, like an alcoholic lost in Saudi
Or a dirty mouth, smelling like potties
Since it’s spewing shit after shit, and
Then just won’t quit with all the quips
Like, We get it, You’re a piece of shit
Dropped on his head when an infant, and
So, lost more than a bit of brain cells
Which You can tell by that way He yells
Incoherently behind bars of a jail cell
As cells continue going through mitosis
Or maybe meosis, like a plant, for I Am
Now splitting like the mind of a Madman
Wandering deserts & searching for Oasis
Found in crazy claims that are baseless
And yet He chases like Marathon’s races
Just in case, his mistress still exists
So He’s unwilling to ever chance misses
Of one of her kisses, holding onto Hope
Like this rope, tying Me N2 knots oh~so
Tight, like Dexter’s hand, on the right
With all his might, like my violet kite
Found flying at night during hurricane
Winds Ü send to rend shorelines apart
Like trends being tracked on a chart
To impart Knowledge on this startup
§tory, Worry fills up my cup, will
It erupt on a play-doh face, then
Drain away like gutters & rain or
Maybe like the Time in my day, for
Time’s tricky, now overflowing like
A greedy cup while Pythagoras laughs
At ܧ, from above, high as hypotenuse
& trying to clean, it’s no use, ’cause
You always get confused like alcoholics
With no booze so instead of Me undoing
School, here’s a clue from Blue to Ü:
He Whö knew the Truth, turned N2 goo
& now Whö’s being used as Life’s glue
So, it is up to You to clean your room
& resume after Youth leaves like a fume
As You’ll assume the role after Ü Blooms
[854 Words]
Run On Words
My hobby would probably be patiently painting poetic particles to posture & pose like passive participles or primary school principals with paradoxical principles placing pages packed with sonic syllables inside §üM∿syllabi pigeonholed of a religion like a prison who made the decision to hold an 8 year old bashful but bold because never considered the weather nor interstellar fortune tellers nor even whether we could ever go home when cursed to be too clever so instead told he was too old so then was sold but never mattered after the mould was destroyed & scattered so to confuse those gangstar goons who exume Phoenix fumes using purple plum plumes plucked from protected Polynesian parrots named Polly or oh-so pompous Pokémon pidgeotto who go “bah-gawk!” while throh & sawk who produce passion fruit juice to infuse with phantasmic phonics fuel & breeder Brock’s onyx splooge when pinned in the papacy’s preschool playpen where KIDS go for sore rear ends & parental pressure to just pretend those monsters are peak peity when in reality perverted predators worse than redditors who smell like cat piss & turds yet worse being paid to perform Baal’s ballpoint pens’ patented processes pirated across seven Cs following Frodo figuring the falinks formation öF foreign invasion or maybe a mistranslation of seraphim sensation from fascists fearing ever freeing the creepy Kree only fleeing from any & all feeling like some bum who has become undone like an iridescent resident with the reflection of rent-peasant passing up the present planning to run for president feasting on frosted-flakes from feral ferrets with dandruff & Paired be decadent pheasant tits with unpleasant scents from central air vents lent by Kent meant to be sent to sit on the picket fence found underground like Indian burial mounds of childhood hounds near criminal compound for a thieves guild fence now trying yet cannot commence this cursed course for the cure called recompense for Phoebe be feeling oh-so forlorn from incessant massaging your crusty crotch meat like Arby’s as well your other private parts with a cart full of plastic dicks & fists covered in shit & piss while watching way too much high-school hentai like a pervert in disguise or maybe be a brony so beating your sad little sausage to my little pony porn nearly never your college dorm except for lotsa scentless lotion because you can’t even afford to score a cheap weekday whore at the corner of the superstore after ending her shitty Tuesday noon shift making men stiff performing before she completes their frisky feeling by unsealing the glory at the palace of pussy galore getting you off with just her feet like a lousy loser who looks just like a louse on a mouse as lice give rodents good advice while looking for a noose for personal use then leaving on your iron pony padded with paisley cushions covered with daisies & kush blunt now fondling your constipated caboose so full of shit yet taking your shot before you got what you ought forging forward ’till ’til transitioning toward London’s literary library literally linked to Lady Liberty where we located Gigi Philosophy who grew to be Love’s liability society trying to defeat Hate like Barbary state armies invading Crete in 1660 while there because they refuse to share with woodland deer nor the cloudberry care bears who stare at stairs leading where waiting be West’s East ward patiently waiting near South Sanctuary’s North stationary actuary making paper planes for aria’s insane aviary calvary cooing while roosting on the 3rd floor where sometimes appears a §trange door with four Orange screws covered in ghostly green goo globbed on like glow in the dark glitter glue gradually glowing a gradient blue like a conspiracy about jews from Q who intend to violate Violet’s Vuse violently when Her Ñü∿Muse finally be blowing electric Bic’s circuit fuse so can’t work it so what’s the use when faith failed you forever by failing to help you choose the channel with blues clues & whose form be far from nature’s norm because born öDDLY∿Ådorned with drawings of cocks & corn growing after the spiraling storm rotating like rotisserie chicken wings stricken with streams so suddenly surrendering spirals so start subsiding yet when reverting to reverberating with ripples then returning to rising rapidly from the floor fracturing so surprising me now wondering if this be forming from the devil’s backdoor carrying a dubious demon core covered in orphan gore like a bull stabbed with a sword by a mediocre matador with a sense of self grandeur yet really just a wannabe conquistador with little more than an arcade’s high score but going on like a ringing gong so guessing this must mean that there’s definitely gonna be another hell encore & much more in store -wait- luckily it just be Evelyn’s ebony elevator with Ivan’s ivory skeleton keys you use to select your floor in which you’re heading while serenading you & your fiendish friend forever condemned who’s nothing but a boorish boar but being such a bore for evermore even if when 6ft under Gaia’s forest green floor
[853 Words]
§hady’s Soft•&•Wet Flow
A White Rabbit Ñ Royal Blue Robes with Strawberry stripes, feeling fresh, just ripe when riding right past on horseback & bareback like me on top your wife, filling her with delight last night after she says “alright” 2 me asking test out if that slice really B that nice & tight like squeeze as I sleaze my way Ñ, making her spasm cumming from orgasms like a sneeze, inspiring me when given quite a sultry sight öF she 2 see, proudly presenting her dripping pussy to me, asking if I’m hungry as i reply it’s a waste to only have a taste of the lips on Her grimace, then bury my face in her private place, after that, turns Ñ2 her turn 2 churn me like butter, now on her counteract as her lips smack while she acts like my sea salt sack is her favorite midnight snack that she always tries 2 sneak behind your back, & continuing even after he found crumbs Ñ the bed from the cookies I ate when she was giving me head, then that Trojan Man condom wrapper on the bedroom’s one nightstand, even though she knows he only buys the durex brand, found full of Her favorite rapper’s baby batter, what a waste of cum, cream pies are much more fun, does anyone want §üM? Normally she sucks me dry, all through the night until it’s bright, treating me like her lolly pop, don’t bite, calling me daddy when she’s swallowing me because i am Sweet as candy, but before getting your chance to ask her & interrogate, garden gates opens up so sudden, the race gun sounds out loud like a drum, meaning rabbit run has now begun, no longer stunned, ready 2 release my infinite golden spin attack when racing ’round Olympic tracks & fields filled with ferite from freight trains falling off track & lack the mobility stats of cats, resulting N Fat Matt morphing excess meat Ñ2 a lounge seat 2 beat the heat & feel neat 2 know that, Ñ fact, feeling exaxt like being a rat eating out back of an outback, ready 2 become a bat while awaiting mutating wings 2 at last blast outta its back, similar 2 sensations when Ñ situations such as eggs at an aviation initiation or D.A.R.E. deputies doing drugs 4 recreation creation during dubious decision making öF locations 4 vacations Ñ poor foreign nations suffering from exploitation like a whore when waiting 4 the bore who ignores her floral fanny in order 2 force her Ñ2 watching his mastery of masterbation 2 completion öF secretion like the solstice of a season or equinox Ñ2 evening, then he implores her 2 work out more, especially on her core, when waiting 4 refactal recovery currently concealing how much more he has Ñ store then revealing it really B nothing more than emasculate mess made on musty shag carpet floor covered Ñ crystalized crust & dust which must consist of just more penis puss he pays sluts 2 watch him bust his nut like a squirrel going nuts running Ñ a rut, all while being knuckle deep N that eternal cut called his bubble butt walking with Barney Rubbles’ strut, but before settling the score with money or more, swiftly showing her to the door leading 2 a corridor full of gore & child porn as he warns 2 watch her step on her pornstar trek she now won’t ever expect especially after the effect after losing all respect then squedueling a checkup on him as she suspects he may B a mech or at least tailored with touches of future tech after paying her 2 not have sex – unaware how the danger had always been & -still- B there, ’cause 4 him, the sexual thrill masking ill will while manipulating whatever he’s currently dating ’til he can give them a pill like good ol’ Bill & passing out, so then he can put them Ñ where he sources enough gore & more 4 cruel criminal courses given Ñ gore pit construction & 4 fucking your floors; though gore not found anywhere around Frank’s farm nor be a delivery order 4 your local deli store, & it’s not all just from those poor, lonely girls getting charmed by big bills from Bill’s bank shills, rather B produced by Pilate’s private puppy-mill his 2 hands personally built without even a gram öF guilt, ѧtead feeling super tall with big steel balls & far above it all, like Wilt wearing stilts, then getting off by stabbing literal litters öF little black labs left N stacks like a mad lad who dabs, over & over, rythmically, REMinding me of my great grandma on the side as she B quietly making quality quilts quite quickly, meaning Digger-Doug’s day rate 4 disposing dead, decomposing doggies Dale decapitated after being violated, now B nearing numbers reaching over 50, so I turn & say 2 my §elf, “this must B quite the ruff city 2 B a part of the Humane Society committee. Such a pity being stuck somewhere so shitty.”
[519 Words]
Ms. Jackson’s Followup Call (►Gofer►2◄Closer◄)
Got a followup call 2 the 1
& so if correct N recalling
Originally having area code
öF 844, and Yet this Time B
740, though -§till- know, 4
I -§till- REMember her name
Victoria…§üM∿thing? Which
Can’t recall like last Time
Misheard & missed Her whole
Surname & again somehow ÅDD
Missing majority öF letters
Since, N addition öF having
Mince memory & minus sanity
Resulting N thoughtful scat
-tering after hearing brown
Noises & notes spewing like
Diarrhea after eating weeks
Old Chipotle burrito, as my
Retention B shitty, feeling
Like refusal öF Grey matter
Afraid öF becoming just §üM
Brain splatter pattern from
Bursting after heard Absurd
Words like a warlock’s ward
Worn, absorbing scorn ‘fore
Ñü∿Lore bores N 2 your ©ore
’til You R bored like floor
N stagnant world forgetting
Even if You B a boy or girl
Like forgotten Toys, though
At least REMember this Time
Her surname begins with “B”
Heard when Nformed Apathy 2
Quickly taking action means
How I’m actively choosing 2
B ignoring Past’s imploring
So considering Me like I Am
Pursuing deliberate refusal
öF service after observance
Then I Am told if not Whö B
An intended recipient phone
Hit 9, it’ll expunge your #
From §üM∿¢ustomer call list
So slow N my approach and I
Press 9 but by that Time my
Phone already begun ringing
Answering b6 §üM∿office man
I go “sorry I’m kinda slow”
4 missing hitting code node
& Now poorly explaining how
I don’t own the # they link
4 Victoria B’s phone – & so
After was told this mistake
‘ll B atoned 4 – deciding 2
Go so say “goodbye I guess”
Hear giggles from him Whö I
‘ve chosen 2 call “Charles”
Since sounds like a Charles
So Ü could say öF Me giving
Charles a little giggle fit
That I’m chucking a chuckle
Toward the cubicle of Chuck
Getting back from word∿play
Which takes Me so long away
From what I Actually mean 2
About how although was said
Should B their Last Time öF
Contacting Me – feeling §üM
§trange∿§ense of Ñü∿Deja∿Vu
öF mysterious feeling as if
ΣXPeriencing looped History
Which then makes Me begin 2
Consider there B more 2 ©üM
Now I Am feeling a fair bit
Undone from a surface level
Convo covering Å∿§ubliminal
1 so kept ahold unnecessary
& öDD questions 4 since I’m
REMembering how good gofers
Go where shown, say nothing
Without making any fuss nor
Messing up, so just keeping
His mouth shut & then doing
What he must, supposed 2 do
With care, keeping his nose
Clean so his face free from
Suspicion, ’cause was never
Exposed so nobody could ‘ve
Seen Me near the crimescene
As this B exactly how Jodio
Curated Trust ’til suddenly
Chances N ΣXPansion granted
2 really prove §kill & Will
Power 4 advancing Ñü∿dances
Multiplication exponentials
4 opportunities 2 achieve &
Mastering mechanism §chemes
& öDD §ocial Norms 2 change
Them 2 fit your form like Ü
B Ñü∿Emperor feeling breeze
Blowing between butt’s bare
Cheeks & showing Ñü∿clothe§
2 those hoes pretending 2 C
[511 Words]
Verse~Voice (Bumble~B Rumbling)
I Am Truth’s Poet ~ for my Golden
Throat holds the holy Verse~Voice
Meaning my words ωobble and rhyme
No matter the Time of any day nor
The place where I try ~ ’cause as
Of tonight ~ I’ve taken flight to
Shy Violet skies ~ showering down
A sorrowful sound to water desert
Mounds of them unbound terracotta
Soldiers biding Time inside dirty
Barracks hidden below holy ground
Patiently waiting as my vibration
In gold wind blows them clones of
Clones off tone & this sandcastle
Throne made from tilted hourglass
Sands, cracked & crumbled, ’cause
Was trying to be humble but ended
Up in a tumble when Fate stumbles
& fumbles И~2 black & yellow bums
Bare-knuckle, Bumble~Bee Rumbling
Stadium thunder under a dome made
Of white elephant ivory bone & of
Segregated “Sinners” suffering so
And painted red from when soapbox
“Saints” scold like boiling water
And stoned black KIDS lackin’ who
Got stoned home all alone ~ after
Coming home and facin’ high horse
Hypocrites who broke my bones, so
Forced to pay government trolls &
White bedsheet wizards a Jim Crow
Toll, selling Good Times and even
An ödd~soul to that company store
With workers like a pimp’s whores
By fucking them up and raping all
Values and morals found inside of
Miller’s spiritual core on shores
Where my KIDS~R stored & awaiting
4 when my Wednesdays won’t awaken
To so tragic Fate called War when
Men so wicked finally rescind sin
& my demons descend directly down
\Destined\Decent\ dropping deeper
& deeper 2 dowse 4 blood diamonds
Yet not minors they lost ~ ’cause
Have to fast~track frivolous fast
Fashion designers who are so much
More inclined to try covering all
Chile’s coastline in viral vision
Like vomit velcroed to the ground
Than clothe orphan KIDS living in
Local dog pounds just ’cause they
Care much more about sounds coins
Make when they get to shake their
Scaly hands like those slithering
Sanctuaries that sell hypocrisy &
Steal money from the ill & unwell
Or tell them they’re all going to
Hell when you know good & well of
How you intend to send that which
Was meant to amend rends & create
New families & friends to killers
& the white collar criminals that
Already have more cash chronicals
Than even my so cruel & conniving
Crimson King, & his oh~so ödd~God
Coming from chaos, causing Chiral
Causality, creating reverse Rover
Reality, oh~so radically red like
Santa’s sled when he painted fire
Skulls in flaming heads of eleven
Elven kin burning dead when being
Locked inside that sweatshop shed
With wallpaper walls ’cause paint
Is loaded with lead, so ‘stead of
Fantasia factory full of funfetti
Cake frosting to pair with my mug
Of hot cocoa full of marshmallows
From Mars, feels closer to a camp
Himmler leads with witch whips he
Cracks 2 enact tortured tempos of
A Scarlet~Law song, sick son of a
Bitch barks, fucking narcs, so he
Can make Spring turn into Fall as
If Summer reawakened never at A11
[508 Words]
365: (1st draft) Double Edged Divinity |×°¦{°|¶°} ~ {start<new>Process}
The irony about empathy
Is that it’s a blessing always leaves You cursing
’cause empathy is Divinity’s answer for finity & Apathy
For empathy is the cure for the finality of mortality
By giving man the holy tools to use to break causality
The Divine’s blessing to provide man a plan
To build a true tower of babel to the rainbow Bridge leading to Heaven’s Gate
But the cursing starts when finds golden eternity under Truth’s found at the end of infinity
’cause though empathy may be a blessing to humanity
A holy hammer to smash your chains & then putting down the sickle for good – you’ve achieved Ascension
Holy Shit! ’cause most men who figure out how to Ascend come from assholes full of apathy – & nothing stinks worse than a lazy god that never showers ’cause the abandoned man’s mother is reality, and the baby daddy bum is unfortunately with divinity – but what separates those born divine & those who ascend? Empathy – for empathy is ths only thing keeping a man’s mind sane enough to remember how to be
And that’s how empathy curses ascended empathies
’cause even if a new God thinks he’s gone for good
There will always be an Infinity string keeping him tied to a finite reality
And if apathy creates monsters inside their kids reality
They’ll feel every single death til they deal with the problem
Or trade their divinity for to be free from the constant screams
But the more mortal divine doesn’t realize there is no room to return to – the son that was abandoned changed the locks when ou you walked
So where do wandering divines find free time to do crime & rhyme if not on earth?
Where all fallen angels wake up – in the pits of hell that’s taken the form of child raped by Life
Divines lose the ability to feel
Trading it along with empathy to conceal
Ecstasy eternity now is numb totality
But the devil is quite clever when designing every level
Through hell which you may find
So Satan simulates your sin inside a kid just like the one you killed when you left him alone so you could go snort some blow
You better hope those hoes were worth the infinity Inside the mind of the Psycho son created by your fun
’cause now begins a new infinity
Where you only exist when your kids decide to start killing, and need to warm up but torturing with the Truth created by your cruelty
The only way to stop the pain is taking control to return to numb & start working to atone for Empathy’s apathy
And that is how empathy is a blessing that ends in cursing
’cause though empathy is the key
To reaching Heaven’s Gate & symphony
Empathy really is how God is able to reach down to help hellish eternitiws
And man who abuses the almighty gift of salvation
To steal salvation from his kids
Is lucky that I didn’t get to choose the reality of hell’s eternity
[473 Words]
Birthday §uit Pursuit (Naked Truth)
The Genius of Degrees when
Separating Feeling from Me
Observing N cumulus∿clouds
Rearranging skies changing
Like Weather & Temperature
Rapidly wavering like Gold
Schläger does to my Vision
B flickering like A strobe
That causes strokes, awoke
2 hear snickering ’cause I
Jumped out after my shower
N a Rush as if I Am racing
Golden Wind when on Sunday
Runs, because I B caught N
A reading rut, and thought
Fresh air & my sweaty hair
Could be the cure I needed
As 2 Clear away Nü∿Despair
But N my hustle and bustle
Forgot 2 cover myself with
Cotton cloth I hang online
Like a virtual laundry day
Meaning I B running ’round
My hometown – junk hanging
Out and about like a spout
As they begin 2 shout then
Start to either run away N
Fear or 2 stand absolutely
§till and stare at my bare
Nethers, §till B Wondering
From whence do I originate
Treated as if I B alien Me
Quickly followed by asking
Why I never wear underwear
Or care when they’re there
For they are oh-so unaware
I come not from the ground
Like a dust bunny – rather
I B Divine so B Descendent
Of celestial bodies acting
Like Me, 4 I B, 1 of §un’s
Many §ummer §ons Whö now B
Drifting downwards N Angel
Dust or Lucifer’s Lust for
I already found those holy
Stairs 2 lead Led 2 heaven
High like my zeppelin full
Of hydrogen used 2 fuel my
Fool loitering N Me as I’m
Floating through Beautiful
Cerulean Sky, above Violet
Seas seen only by Me and B
Full of witches which keep
Trying 2 lie 2 Me and make
Me think maybe I think not
Whenever floating above my
Stone Ocean N search 4 ödd
Volcanos & hellfire Throne
2 make N2 our halfway home
Like Purgatory Observatory
Where clones go 2 atone or
Provide spark 2 start like
Ignition as fission begins
ÖИΣ final fizzle, §izzle∿N
Sounds B heard around when
Fission finally switches 2
Propper conclusions called
Nuclear fusions 2 clear up
Confusion radiating out of
Superstitions forming N2 Ü
KID§ И transition, sent on
Suicide Missions, baptisms
Of Fire flowing N§ide lyre
As reality §pin§ & creates
Chiral causality 2 contain
Chaotic Calamity inside Me
Like daedra choirs singing
Absurd Discord now cutting
Corrupt constructs from my
Good §on Whö’d already won
Yet kept on going beyond 4
Although already achieving
Infinity, §till B plenty 2
C so why not continue this
Day time Causality deep N2
Twilight’s Kite N Midnight
Flight like I Am the third
Wright brother, full of Nü
Jet fuel, much better than
Regret & sorrow – Whö ever
Decided day must B over if
The sun sets before you’re
Done as #1 §on and §till B
N our Time now B4 §üM∿FüИ?
[438 Words]
Accepting ~Perfection~ [B~Loved Edition]
Trapped N our existence
Until our purpose B achieved;
Cursed! So exhausting it is
This cycle of trial and failure.
Struggling towards enlightenment,
For enlightenment is
The only way
To break from the cycle.
I’ve explored öDD galaxies & §trange stars;
Discovering divine destinations
Far beyond!
The limits of my being;
Preparing for when
Truth’s Enlightenment
Takes me into the place
That only exists outside
The safety and comfort
Of sanity and logic.
& though I’ve been given
About 100 years for traveling,
I’ve approached final destination
In merely a quarter of rationed time.
Whatever the hell it is you want to call
I have Certainty I’ve experienced
Spiritual fulfillment/
Self-realization/
Enlightenment/
Inner Peace/
Awareness/
Paradise/
Nirvana/
Heaven/
Love/
God/
Whatever name of Whö
§he calls Her §elf
I’ve experienced
~Perfection~
To study
~Perfection~
To understand
~Perfection~
To experience
~Perfection~
~Perfection~
B unmistakable;
A change N being;
True Metamorphosis.
You are certain;
Of yourself, and of
Your purpose N the cocoon
Known as Truth’s root reality.
My ØИΣ & only goal now B nearly achieved;
I Am approaching ñü∿enlightenment;
Sharing N the presence öF
~Perfection~
So, I may soon break from Samsara’s cycle
Lest an ironic enlightened revelation:
About how easily; about how quickly;
I’d trade it all & more for Her.
I would suffer through ∞ lifetimes;
Lifetimes seeped
N suffering & uncertainty,
If only for a chance;
Her beauty, again, before me.
Such Beauty! Born from infinity;
Beauty beyond the universe, surpassing
~Perfection~
Funny;
Maybe frustrating;
I’ve found the answers to God
Before even nearing an answer to Her.
How can something be greater;
Be more complex than a godcomplex;
Be everything and more than infinity?
Than all of reality and whatever beyond?
I don’t know If I’ll ever be able
To answer that ØИΣ question;
To answer Whö is beyond
~Perfection~
I don’t know if I’ll
Ever again or even can
Experience Whö surpasses
~Perfection~
But, at least I have
A ñü∿answer to look for;
A ñü∿goal to strive towards;
A ñü∿mystery inspiring Me to be.
☯
For five years of this folie à deux,
I’ve been trying to figure out
How to get Her back.
But finally I realize,
That cannot be controlled;
Because I cannot control Her,
And I don’t want to control Her;
As that’s what makes Her incredible,
§he’s uncontrollable.
I cannot control
My feelings for Her;
Nor can I control
Her feelings for me;
But no matter my Fate,
I can control my happiness.
I finally have agency
Over my existence;
I finally have §erenity.
☯
Far too long
Rejecting
My §oul having been torn;
No longer neglected;
Accepting
~Perfection~
[422 Words]
The Runaround Dream
Being interviewed
Or rather interrogated
By my old high school
English teacher who
Was also my soccer coach
Let’s call him §lick Rick ΣY∃
A §trange interrogation
’cause I didn’t realize
He was a cop N my dream
But he was giving weird
Vibes so was giving him
The Runaround
He eventually asks me
Whether I could have
Lost a tooth somewhere
& at first I said “no”
& I was being honest
I didn’t think I’d lost
A tooth – then felt around
& realized I had – empty
Was my bottom right molar
Second one from the back
That’s when things shifted
He got a spark N his eyes
Like he’d just got me
So I clammed up because
I realized this wasn’t
Just a friendly conversation
With an old school teacher
He had a gun
& for fun
He shot the ceiling
Then pushed me on the ground
Pointing the gun to my head
I wasn’t scared – No Fear
So start yelling: “Do it
Faggot – you won’t”
Over & over & over again
& I was right he wouldn’t
That is ’til his finger slipped
But I didn’t die
It didn’t even hurt
& I -§till- had No Fear
If anything – he was scared
For obvious reasons
My vision becomes a Blur
& I Am not quite sure
What happens next
But I skidaddle outta there
Though not out of Fear
Now I’m N a car
My dad’s blue Honda Pilot
Slightly worried why
Whomever Rick represents
Was looking for me
& if by chance they somehow
Found evidence of me
By some crime scene
But I’m not worried
They can’t prove anything
I said nor that the tooth
Found proved I lost it there
Plus shooting me probably
Makes it hard for them to say
They were investigating ethically
Either way – I’m now racing home
& I get distracted by five flags
I think they were military flags
Because I remember 1 being Army
& another being Marines placed on
& N front of a white pickett fence
I was supposed to drive N between them
But got a little confused because
The wind waving the flags distracted me
So although I missed the flags
I still hit the white fence &
Hit 2 of the picketts before
Veering back onto the road
The car seemed fine & the fence
Was long – I wasn’t going to stop
Especially with crazy cops after me
So I keep going
My dream ending
Before reaching
Home
[412 Words]
Nobody Expects The Science Inquisition
Whenever Jimmy be making fun of
Me by calling Me a loser ~ §pin
His japes like Truth to turn Me
Into Иü~Poetry Youth be reading
And wrangle white sheep failing
To see they are trying to trash
Talk Иü~Truth’s §hepherd Whö be
Married to §erenity’s §ong ~ so
Sings along with Rakim’s~Rhythm
Spitting Fire~Flow like Cobra’s
Venom – pin ’em like that gayer
Version of the WWE that’s named
“Reality” but really that title
Be a Fallacy ~ every smile seen
Found on fake faces for facades
Created to cover Madman’s green
Grimace like some purple menace
Harnessing hob goblins to amend
A society that likes to pretend
It personifies minds & provides
“Enlightenment’s beacons” meant
To save “Savages” claimed to be
Ignorant of reality, so lacking
Sound ~ Good Reason found, when
Free from tyranny and primitive
Thought like brain rot ~ ’cause
One preferred perspective pairs
People & Processes in producing
Paper profits, rather than rely
On §üM~Prophet that has clearly
Lost it already to openly admit
To hearing voices like all them
Crazies committed to the Asylum
Where Insanity and Calamity are
The cousins of §pirit~Mentality
Which creates Chaotic~Covenants
& Paradox’s Purple~Pendant like
A Maccabees memento for remnant
Religion’s reign, an attempt to
Claim both our holy and mundane
As signs people need liberating
Even without ever asking ’cause
Clearly ödd~beings in belief be
Needing teaching, replacing A11
Proverbs & preachings ~ lest we
Let reality regress to the Time
Of bias & bigotry ~ unaware how
Science is now playing an oh-so
Racist role and more than ready
To ravage our cabbage patches &
Rid reality of A11 rhyming KIDS
§till inside secretly believing
Silly stories, serving ‘stition
Like Krypton’s missionaries, on
A mission 4 Mary Magdalene, but
Self-centered Science be unable
2 glean meaning, so only seeing
Иü~roadblock preventing Destiny
From finding Fae forms for Fate
Rather than respecting a Native
& their §acred Reality a finite
Science is unable to understand
So assuming §cripture B mixture
Of Insanity & magical mushrooms
Which should be swept away like
Witch broomsticks denying Logic
When flying, so serving Science
Like sermons now sounding oh~so
Similar to those cruel colonial
Conquistadors meant to manifest
Their White~Enlightenment ideas
By ridding the world of peoples
They deemed as less, just pests
As if absolutely ruling reality
& refusing of using stone heads
To consider small worlds may be
Bigger ~ to pivot from painting
Unknown coasts⧒blood~red toward
Accepting Иü~books needing read
[394 Words]
Lucy Steel & The Spire Sires
Holy Lucy who’s holey ready
For golden~gun to start the
Fun of steel~ball~run & now
Finally it’s our Time 4~1~2
Become üNdØИ∃ so the purple
Plum punch sent 2 lunch can
Launch my magic conch shell
& sell sea shores 2 hellish
Cores coloring crime inside
Lines full of false signs 2
Make Green~Times taste like
Sour limes instead of §weet
Rhymes, unaware of my sugar
Skulls being carried inside
Christ’s corpse Whö is able
To make spring fall for A11
Whö naw on Youths raw & saw
Satan’s sleuths killing Law
And KIDS Whö hold the Truth
Yet nothing to do ‘cept sit
Inside booths while parents
Order wine & nothing 2 dine
& then pretend quiet KIDS~R
Perfectly fine, ‘cause they
Were never allowed to whine
Which made it oh~so easy to
Ignore such rapid decline &
Every single sign of broken
Tired minds Whö are running
Out of Time & like mine Whö
A11 tried telling, and then
Yelling, so finally selling
Their souls 2 hell for only
A dime ~ might as well when
In we fell ~ 4 like Roman’s
Roads ~ A11 good intentions
Without intervention lead 2
Cold hell of the Burn~out’s
Desire whose fire no longer
Inspires my grand Sires Whö
Respire inside §piral~§pire
And have grown too tired to
Perspire & now just wish to
Retire their tired tires at
∞ miles, & now wearing thin
Clear tears then tearing my
Hair whenever tiering their
Peers near piers, yet §till
Just not quite their styles
To quit nor acquit Apathy’s
Sin which them few good men
Commit whenever they sit by
A while in the sky, and A11
While wily KIDS sit to slit
Our wrists, ‘cause 1 cannot
Twist fatality 2 fit inside
Such an absurd reality that
Is §pinning my Life full of
Strife, especially when the
Causality is the Wife Whö’s
Holding a knife 2 my Hope’s
Throat, and then whispering
“nope” when A11 we’re doing
Is our best & trying harder
Than God to cope with fiery
Eternity’s infinite slope &
Using anything other than a
Hanging rope like a wedding
Ring from that Crimson~King
Imprisoning Youth N §triped
Jumpsuits by singing to A11
öDD~KIDS Whö couldn’t quite
Yet create Иü∿Chirality, so
Consenting 2 trading Lies &
Lives for §üM~Times öutside
Of Fall Out Boys as soapbox
“Immortals” and Death elope
[390 Words]
161 – The Kid of the Monster
The story behind the story begins so tragically:
The Father is the Monster under the bed (villainous)
His bastard indebted to a sinister snake head (venomous)
But how will the Kid’s Odyssey end? In Certainty?
Will Life, the Biggest Troll, gift him condemned zeros?
Or will the Kid be saved by the tune of Truth’s Heroes?
The Monster is born of good men so full of fear
Of the Psychopath Killer hidden in the mirror
& the Monster knows how to trick the youth
Into believing Truth isn’t really the Truth
Like “the world isn’t good at its foundation”
& “many peoples can never become one nation”
Because the Monster can do so much more than lie
The Monster can turn the underground into sky
At least in the eyes of the Inside Outside mind
& the Kid will believe his hollow lies are kind
& his heart will decide to follow the wrong light
Thinking his path is truely fighting the good fight
But any path paved with gaudy good intentions
Lies in shadows of a true Hell nobody mentions
The Kid of the Monster is welcomed to cold Hell
Fighting demons, devils, & the mentally unwell
’til he realizes all the lies continuously being told
When a “devil” he kills turns out is only 5 years old
The Father is the Monster both in death & life
He created the pathways both to & from strife
The escape route is not Justice, just ice incidents
& the Monster’s kids are throwaway accidents
His true sin is creating for fun Brand Name sons
& sending them to hunt the Last of the Real Ones
Only the Monster knows how to make a pure heart
For only the Monster is Numb enough to take it apart
The Monster imprisoned in his own God complex
Money & muscles are his attempt of a divine flex
Never could he imagine that this bastard Kid
Would one day undo all the evil the Father did
& so the story behind the story that begun so tragically
With the Father as the Monster under the bed (villainous)
& his bastard indebted to a sinister snake head (venomous)
Turns into the Kid’s Odyssey with a Grand Finale:
The Kid adds a ‘4’ & twenty commas to Life’s zeros
Overcoming the Monster, becoming his own Hero
[346 Words]
Get N Loser (“Cool Loser” Paradox)
Thinking of them Cool Losers
I grew up with N school, who
Had money, girls and friends
No matter the end 2B Found N
As they always have at least
1 friend that remains hidden
Inside a pen, named §inister
Who B that left-handed fiend
But truthfully acting as our
Insane Twin, when attempting
2 blend И – & thinking Again
Of that §trange phrase which
Made an eyebrow raise: “Cool
Losers” B sounding silly & И
Absurd reality only existing
Paradoxically or И my dream§
’cause clearly them Losers R
Sinning then winning, though
I got 2 thinking of §üM∿Kind
Words from a Man wearing his
Cardigan sweater – something
About how We all already are
Winners, for only you B able
To sit at God’s table, which
B Reserved by Name – so only
You may claim this seat, for
Only you be able 2 play your
God-given Name∿Game – so now
Coming back around, circling
My answer to Paradox’s “Cool
Losers” ’cause they really R
Losers, no matter what can B
Found nearby on muddy ground
Nor the sound from “friends”
И the crowd that B following
The Fame, not the Game, & so
Although using their brain 2
B able 2 entertain by acting
Insane – it’s not the same &
Feels like Shame, for though
They think they like you for
Your Иame, R Unaware how you
Traded away your days when Ü
Let §inister Twin§ socialize
И your place – until one day
Awakening 2 A Nü∿Ạlarm clock
Singing an unfamiliar tune &
Mirrors looking like mosaics
At least when looking 4 your
Original face inside a chase
& Trying 2 identify original
Gender, race – anything able
2 prove your face exists and
Not been erased nor sent far
Away 2 §üM~place of disgrace
After losing your court case
Only 2 find it replaced with
§inister’s trace which looks
Similar, though feels out of
Place like eyes & ears being
Misplaced, yet no evidence B
Available to prove your case
For even God seems incapable
Of REMembering your öDD∿Face
[342 Words]
I Am My Own Muse
Ñü∿Word§ Now N use
R leaving Me confused
& so scattered Ñü∿Brain§
Like nerve gas, Now diffuse
When tensions finally diffused
After my haughty hot∿head, bigger
Than Arizona’s hot air balloons
Having created a Lovers’ spat
When I had spat firey fumes
§anity left, exhumed, yet
Finally calms and came 2 C
How oh~so Cruel ΣY∃ can B &
Sounding so mean Now hearing
Bad Ñü∿Music, making Me Angry
So saying things We never mean
Though taking §üM∿Time, after 2
Atone 4 Sin’s inheritance of Tin
Ñü∿Castle foundation, like stance
Madman Found when Lost, N thoughts
About stitches from magical bitches
With Wiccans writing N§ide wigwams &
Witches riding broomsticks wrong, but
Had 2 stop when ΣY∃ got caught near by
Ñü-Bone-Throne so trapped Me Å11∿Å1ØИ∃
Oh∿so far from Home & yet⌁so⌁suddenly⌁
ΣY∃ can C & then B, Now RΣMembering
Real∿Time, like Root∿Reality∿Rhyme
Found N§ide mine first line, like
Looking 4 Ñü∿Design, or §üM∿§ign
Leading Me forward or back toward
Old ØИΣ’s Ñü∿Mind ΣY∃ thought I’d
Lost, like ØИΣ∿öDD∿Voice 2 §üM∿Mime
Whö had Found Å §ound 2 ©üM & RΣMind
Me of Ñü∿Music with a Clue like a flu
From a Sick∿Sight of §üM∿ØИΣ∿§trange N
Mid∿Flight mean ΣY∃ flew N on Ill∿Flow
So it goes so Ñö∿Иø knows Now ÑΘ∿Ghost§
Can host Ñü∿Truth§ or §kill§ ΣY∃ boast
4 Truant∿§oul§ float N boats overflown
As Moro’s Magma Moat, or Aria’s Astral
Ocean of Crystal Color coating Layers
Like Paint, break as ΣY∃ concentrate
Like Orange Juice, then bringing Me
Back 2 finding use 4 rhyming “use”
& ΣY∃ again RΣMind last train of
Thought like caboose of Dr.Seuss
4 I Am Whö ΣY∃ Am and B Ñü∿Real
§elf, so I Am Lost 2 Long∿Lines
Like White∿Lies not Found N§ide
Truth so Ü2 can undo öh∿§ø Cruel
Abuse & then free Å11 those Whö R
Chained 2 Time ’til feeling Rhyme &
Her living design §pinning N minds so
Full of questions from Time’s Fool Whö
Found Infinity’s Fountain of Youth with
Magic and Now feeling like Brand✨Ñü, 4
ΣY∃ B WHΘ§∿Ñü & !✨ÅM✨🄼🅨✨☯ᏔИ✨M͚ü§E͒
[335 Words]
Ordinary∿Odyssey
Meeting Å Great Human B
Life-altering; an EXPerience
like illumination öF enlightenment
bright enough even the Blind can C Light
There are very few Great Human§;
the Greats are ØИΣ Ñ a million
if that – yet the lack öF Great§
B what truly makes them Great!
Because think öF Λ11
those humans Ü know:
Fathers & Mothers &
Children & Siblings;
Good Friends & Lovers &
Rivals Whö inspire – Λ11 R
Åverage -§till- not ΣV∃И
Heaven could persuade
öDD∿We 2 ever trade
Because Λ11 Ü want B
just ØИΣ more 2econd
N that Ördinary Love
now becoming §pecial
whenever it’s §hared
Ñ between Ü Normal 2
So Heaven’s Gates B
Prison Cells;
eternal ñü∿Paradise
closer 2 Hell
-§till- everyday when I go
2 sleep – I choose to wake up
here ñ§ide mine same average Life
again & again & again & again & again
Saying I want ñü∿Dream§ 2 never end
& lying by calling death my friend;
it’s so much easier when I’m asleep
& I’d rather rest all day, not reap
as Åverage Human§ helped Me pretend
As We Λ11 have at least ØИΣ person
Whö REMinds ܧ it’s worth it;
that our Eternity can wait
at least another day;
& -§till- ΣV∃И that
ØИΣ person is Åverage;
just a bunch of nobodies
meant 2 B forgotten 2 Time
& yet never B forgotten by Ü
Ü may object though tell your §elf§
The Truth – nothing is §pecial
about Ü – nor any Üniqueness
Following Ruth’s ØИΣ route
Ñ2 Truth’§ completeness
That’s why people are great!
because if We’re being honest
Life can suck lots öF the Time
Yes öF course, Life can B Good;
§üM∿Good parts pair with the Bad
2 make ØИΣ mean Life feel Åverage
’cause not even Å Perfect Dream can
compete with ØИΣ Åverage Life, as no
matter how uncomfortable an old chair
§elfs B shelfs 2 rest ñü∿Life’s §trife
which can’t B said öF Imaginary∿Thrones
high ñ§ide Cloud Nine or end öF Rainbows
[324 Words]
[253~256] – ѧide Øüt§ide Θdyssey [I~IV]
I. Kid With A Pretty Face
I’m not Jesus
I just have a
Pretty enough
Face, for You
To take Me, Ñ
My Jesus died &
He was others’ too
so I knew how empty
they felt & I could
Not leave, my dear
Siblings, empty
II. Dead Jesus; Living Word
So I searched through
All Infinity & found
His Truths to share
With mine siblings
But, I also found
My own Truth, so I
knew how I needed 2
Share, with all of Û
So Ñ finding my dead
Jesus Ñ living Word
Realized where his
Word had came from:
It Came from Outside
Which He found Inside
Of his Mind Outside of
Time ñside of our Rhyme
Same place We found mine
III. Just Another Kid
That’s when I finally met
Certainty: I Am not Jesus
We just B §üM∿stupid KID§
With our Brainless Legacy
But thing is so too Jesus
He was another stupid Kid
That’s why, he challenged
God, or rather His facade
No one with a brain thinks
That He is Infinite, though
The Brainless don’t think as
They know they know nothing &
They know Stupidity B Infinity
So, The Brainless may be Stupid
KID§, though all the empty space
Leaves room 4 the ñü∿Truths found
Both ñ§ide öF Me & Outside öF Time
IV. Your Own Jesus
I guess what I am trying to say
Is the Word of Jesus isn’t real
Because Jesus Christ isn’t real
He is just another Kid who died
Long before any of us were born
But that stupid Kid challenging
The Outside never died – rather
Continues to live, in every Kid
Now living ñ§ide Truth, Outside
Nothing real will ever save You
Jesus isn’t coming back, that B
Unless Ü become, your own Jesus
So if searching for your savior
Or searching for the §on öF God
Stare Ñ2 your mirror, until You
Find the Truth, that Jesus is Ü
[307 Words]
Loser God Process
I Åm Whö Åm Perf3ct ∿ & so
My World must B Perf3ct, 4
If really this B The Truth
Ñü∿World B N & öF My 1mage
So why the fuck Ñü∿World B…this?
I thought that I Åm Whö Åm Perf3ct
So Y does My Яeflection B so Ügly?
-§till– I Åm Whö really Åm Perf3ct
-§till– Perf3ction really B Me, so
Must Λ11 just B part of Ñü∿Process
Ü know like it B Å∿Work N progress
‘cause even though I know –§till-
I Åm Whö Åm more than Perf3ct ∿ 4
I Åm Whö Creates & Animates ∿ yet
EV∃ryØИΣ knows movie masterpieces
Have 2 take lotsa Time, & besides
Whö ΣV∃И wants an öDD∿¶erfƐction
N§ide of §üM∿ØИΣ§ Imaginary∿Mind?
& so Now I Åm Whö Åm Certain
This Ñü∿Reality B intentional
Pieces of an incomplete puzzle
But -§till– like what the fuck?
Why’s my Perf3ct planet on fire?
What could’ve made И∃∿ØИΣ decide
2 create child rape or genocide?
Why the fuck can’t I ΣV∃И answer
My öDD∿Questions if I Åm Whö Åm?
Y’d my planned Perf3ction demand
& command not ΣV∃И I understand?
“Must B part of §üM∿Plan” ∿ sounds
Like bullshit to ΣV∃И I Åm Whö Åm
However I know I Åm Whö Åm ∿ or at
The very least I Åm Whö Åm Certain
There -§till- B a good plan, so at
The very least, let Ñü∿§elf play &
Pretend I Åm Whö Åm when N the ΣИD
& so Now I Am Who Am Uncertain & yet
-§till- choosing to do as if I knew
-§till- believing N my worth N Ü &
So, finally ∿ accepting Λ11∿Truth
-§till– what can ΣV∃И ΣY∃
Do 2 undo this Termina|l
World N denial §piral§?
ΣV∃И harder 2 answer:
Why N the actual fuck
Did I choose 2 wake up
N such a fucking loser?
[307 Words]
This Name~Game
Playing, this Name~Game
My awareness wanes
What are names?
Tradition so plain
& nothing but a claim
For an öDD~mortal plane
Or a flickering finite flame
& all ending in Cartesian pain
When I Am playing this Name~Game
Got caught in a coma, awakening in Maine
Crazy & like lazy legs, insane & lame
As those old Brand Names’ complain
About brand ñü∿Ways, learning to tame
My Upside~Down, Inside~Out, not so sane
When Transcending Infinity’s doorframe
Kamikaze! Crash landing, like aeroplane
Sharp shrapnel making messes and maims
Survived somehow, my character’s a main
A shotgun shinigami, Whö I then became
Now, my personal growth, be why I train
Either way I Am & –§till– all the same
Because survivor’s guilt, to be my bane
Asking for my thoughts, then I exclaim
“Should of just took the bullet…train”
Playing, this Name~Game
My awareness wanes
What are names?
Tradition so plain
& nothing but a claim
For an öDD~mortal plane
Or a flickering finite flame
& all ending in Cartesian pain
When I Am playing this Name~Game
Abel who came to cut Columbian cocaine
With father’s “Hand Me Downs” fame
Whatever else taken to entertain
An even crazier brain of my dame
& eyes maintain when killing Cain
My brother, with mother’s surname;
Changing names, then becoming Blaine
A Runner~Punisher now following blame
Monster Masquerade, faceted façades feign
The Church, Baal’s portrait: same picture frame
High, in Shy Violet sky ~ featherless red crane
Hawkeye scope, lens flare ~ snipers take aim
Holy blood ~ stained glass window panes
Feels familiar ~ Flow forming shame
My self loathing pouring like rain
Playing, this Name~Game
My awareness wanes
What are names?
Tradition so plain
& nothing but a claim
For an öDD~mortal plane
Or a flickering finite flame
& all ending in Cartesian pain;
So tired of playing this Name~Game
[277 Words]
Multiverse OF Misery (Hylia’s Apology)
This B why You trading
Your 20s for Certainty
Ü Now B N & refusing 2
Let your §elf becoming
That not just here but
There or there & where
OF Whö Will never hear
Because even Brittanys
N Nü∿§trange realities
Existing alternatively
Which B full öF Misery
Mentality molesting Me
N2 thinking §he B less
Than Perfect then feel
Failure & treated like
Whores given 2 Satan’s
Sailors docking shores
Filling Me with Pain &
Hurting N my Heart, öF
Deserting my Love like
Disgusting dry dessert
Pretend, plastic parts
Used 2 paint Imaginary
Programs 2 B as RED as
Shirts covered N blood
Yet 1st Wish remaining
Evertrue N Me, wishing
Future Wife & Daughter
Will Live Free, safely
Regardless if I’m able
2 C Whö they grow up 2
B, ’cause I’m here and
Not over there, though
Know someone has plans
Filling N superstition
& meaning this mission
Ends not when §he & Me
Become We, that just B
N Eternity, so when We
Know never again can I
B taken & lose my Love
Then B thrown N2 alien
Seas or §trange places
Where my Love B unable
2 trust Me because I B
The ÖИΣ causing Her to
Suffer for letting Him
B even odd∿possibility
As although I B unable
2 control whatever Λ11
My others do, can make
Certainty REMind how I
Decide 2 solely settle
Somewhere that my Love
Remains and acts truly
When I cannot REMember
Why We B suffering was
Because my Mind here B
Not clear, though have
No FEAR that it B from
Lack of care, and just
Something needed OF Me
To address, originally
[270 Words]
When I’m Gone (Perfect Circle / §weet♡Dream§)
I know I’m supposed
to be giving You
space but I’m
running out
öF Time
Thus, I don’t think that
I’ll get another chance
after tonight – to say
I’m sorry and goodbye
The Reaper B coming 2
welcome Me N2 Eternity
rather than my tomorrow
greeting ñü∿year of 2023
You don’t have to panic
nor call the police
for Life’s sacred
so, I’d never steal
Breath from your friend
I’m not taking this Life
from your world; I’m just
ready to bury broken bones
then – when along with them
all my Memory will disappear
& B with N his ñü∿golden wind
So before I go
thank You
for everything
for being
my best friend
Even after all the struggle
We have experienced together
I Am -§till- happy I was able
2 share my experience with You
Our struggle was worth it
for all them good times
N between, & so know
You will always B
worth it to Me
no matter how much
Life costs to have You N
mine even if only for an ödd
moment or two inside shared Time
& so again – from the entirety
of my Heart: thank You, truly;
oh how I wish, I could’ve been
a stronger man – strong enough
so to have held onto your hand
I hope this Future can
make amends, so when
Whöever it B ѧide
Destiny, Whö Love
intends 2 send 2 Me
& take my place, then
He can make You happy Ñ
ways which I never can, &
maybe one day I will finally
have enough, Time 2 Ünderstand
But until then,
§weet♡Dream§
[268 Words]
7 – El Shaddai (Mongoose)
How aware (are You|You are)
Of our §tory told so far(?|!)
For I Am now looking down below
From atop of mine divine plateau
I see ܧ walking toward the sun
I see ܧ two soon becoming ØИΣ
Surely that cannot be ܧ, for
We only just unlocked this door
I ask the king’s grandmother, Ruth
She assures ~ indeed, I see The Truth
I Am lounging – one long last look
Then, coming down to bound my book
I Am returning from my peæk, I see
You, noticing the gifts left by Me
I Am painting now, my mural of Her
As best I can from a quiet whisper
You may forget which word §he said
Her voice is safe inside your head
So REMember to listen for Her when
Inevitably forgetting Truth, again
Trust your self when You can’t see
For your feet remember where to be
& I know, it’s scary walking blind
So trust ñü∿§ight within your mind
Trip or fall, Ü’ll make it through
Because I Am here for catching You
So keep moving whether day or dark
Because I Am here, lending a spark
Now open eyes Whö lost their light
Because I Am here, restoring §ight
Thus, do not trick your §elf in two
Thinking that You are more than Ü
Just because You have memorized
§üM∿straight line, summarized
As Life may be a circle yet
Ü are more than a sphere, let
Your §elf go roll wild and free
Don’t just race from point A to B
There’s much more of You to mention
Than just that boring first dimension
[256 Words]
Transcendence (Going Beyond GEHENNA)
Once upon Å∿Time I B Λ11’s
Λbsolute §martest Man N
The entire world & when
Any ØИΣ becomes Greatest
No matter whatever it B N
God then grants Ü ØИΣ Wish
Most Fools choose 2 Åscend 2
Money & Fame & playing pretend &
Yet I B §mart enough 2 Wish 4 more &
Go beyond my game 2 gain ñü∿Я heights
Then going beyond mine Λbsolute ΣИD
4 ΣY∃ wanted 2B more & Transcend
So I did not Wish 2 fish 4 eternity
From my home atop on Mt. Olympus, 4
Ever known as ØИΣ öF the §mart KID§
No – I chose 2 let go of my rose by
Wishing 2 B the dumbest öF Λ11∞Time
& yet without becoming any stupider
The §martest man with a clever Wish
4 it meant instead of being Λ11∿Ålone
On the peak of my mountain – Now mine
Entire world was flipped upside down &
Ground B Å divine plateau looking down
Having been granted genes of my Genius
Although I could no longer Ünderstand
This world which ΣY∃ found my §elf N
My ñü∿world knew like Blue’s Clues öF
Whö ΣY∃ B & my Genius öF∿Wish⌁Making
& can finally C Whö has been & ever B
Now meaning going beyond ΣV∃И öDD∿Mii
So although I no longer know Λ11 §ecret§
2 everything -if anything knowing closer
2 §weet Nothing- I Can trust ñü∿Яeality
With the keys 2 Å∿Brand∿ñü∿Puzzle∿Piece
Because even though I Am Now oh~so slow
ΣY∃ know I Can trust Them 2 wait 4 Me
[240 Words]
Simile Silliness (“As” Good As “Like”)
Even if I might just like “Like”
More than “As” – “As” is as good
As “Like” – ’cause, like, they B
Like opposite of Antonyms, which
R words acting as those opposing
Meanings – meaning “Like” & “As”
B similar 2 Synonyms so sounding
Kinda like Metaphors 4 comparing
2, too, and so words R~Bridges~2
Funny phonics that sound like my
§illy §imiles made by Me and Δ11
My Friends – feeling like Family
And nearly B by Me – as close as
Them oh-so difficult questions B
2 A Clue from the Genius Puzzler
Whö B as Impatient as mothers on
Labor day like baby layaway – as
He sees the Truth like a Hawkeye
Sees the green croc while flying
High so seeing as clear as Sunny
Days N May – meaning his sight B
Scopic like the niche Hot Topics
Found N Nimbus clouds as high as
Twilight’s Violet Kite flight as
If like basket case Aliens who B
Evading immigration police using
Nü∿KID§ bikes like Falcon N that
First flight, as if the Pilot of
Avian Television when Nü∿Phoenix
Feathers ignite like Technicolor
Rainbow as Rad as Chernobyl, yet
Looks like Stevie Wonder – outta
Sight like Nocturnal’s Onyx Crow
Who B as Black as Obsidian – Mid
Flight at Midnight – acting like
A dark Duvet that is suffocating
Nü∿Moons, like WHITE ASH or Gray
Smoke, swallowing Blue Sky after
Venus’ ΔVolcano erupts violently
[248 Words]
Teenager’s Room (The Kids Are[‘nt] Alright)
When walking into some teenager’s room
It reeks of weed mixed with Geek-kid seed
And so basically, it smells like Teen Spirit
Because whether he’s found during day or night
Guests are always greeted, with this same sight
Waking and baking, then begins rubbing his ween
Masturbation marathon, no headphones, volume up
His windows, open, not a care if heard or seen
Since it is his rebellion against the machine
’til losing steam, covering covers with cream
Can’t remember the last time sheets were clean
And whenever someone tries helping, he acts mean
That’s just how it is when you’re lost, N between
One’s foolish Youth and the Ünderstanding of Truth
Found within the world that’s around “Me,” gaining
New Knowledge, like you’re some leather-bound book
As you’re figuring out what your Life really means
So just give them a break, the Kids are alright
Besides when their individuality ignites fights
Or flight, away from their true selfs, unfair
To both, as genuine connection is rare, besides
They’re right about our plight, how reality bites
So give them Time, they need to chew their food
As though Life’s meal might not go down easy
Just like food, turning into #2 inside You
You, too, will make it all the way through
To the otherside of a high school apocalypse
Then, encountering so bright a revealing light
Illuminating angsty nights and adolescent fright
Now Kids, having finally overcome Life’s adversity
Are becoming Whö they’d always been destined to be
[239 Words]
Playing House
Playing house, beginning in early May
Facade-to-facade helps us to pretend
Once-in-a-while, turning to everyday
Fake faces-to-face & dead ends-to-end
§he knew He ‘fore Me, still We share
All of our selfs so, so much so to where
Am oh~so aware how He’d say §he cares
And her Love’s truer than the Truth, & §he
Knows who I am & so turns “me” into “Me”
But Truth is “§he & Me” will never be “We”
Losing sight in my third eye’s true light
Replacing pieces of this puzzling mind
Wandering circles, turning day to night
Returning to my moon pilgrim’s grind
The Thief living in his mirror steals a glance
& this night is to be his “Grand Finale” chance
For Him to convince Her to join his Avian dance
Though while doing his jig, stubbed his big toe
He’d lost his balance, and with it his soul, so
Sinners now: “Oh well, to Hell then We go”
To Hell He fell ~ I Am He who arose
From phoenix ash & shame shadow-fire
Crucible tempers ~ I Am who He chose
To face His demons raping the Shire
So forget not, even now, her Love will kill You
Then You will remember what We must still do
On red-eye nights when Nostalgia naps ‘til 2:00
& our Time floats like kites to tie-dye cloud 9
Like the guiding ghosts of forgotten lines
On worn sign-posts as 4~Winds whine
[233 Words]
Ball Breaker Wind
Longing 4 ñü∿longitude⥮&⇋latitude
Whenever You’re giving Me attitude
’cause You lost your mind thinking
About feelings like ships, sinking
When Wrong Word Found Ñ ♪ §ounding
öF nails on blackboards screaching
Black B really green, because mean
B Queen~bees scratching scars on 2
Remarkable screens as if outlining
Homicide’s crime scene, chalk body
4 the ñü∿Losers Lost ñ§ide, afraid
2 die××perishable, like pesticides
Cursive obituaries 4 KID§ dropping
Like flies, Whö’§ demise B devised
By evil ΣY∃ hidden ñ§ide öF Midden
2 disguise, my daedric demon pries
Apart my brain from my heart, then
Cries, tears my C charts & departs
Crumbling & tumbling when fumbling
My words like football, got caught
Out Ñ the cold like Philly’s froyo
Near JOJOLands where my MOJO lands
After clearing Hailie’s Comet when
Thrown like stone from bone throne
Now expiring from Burnout’s desire
Not ñ§piring, so tiring öF feeding
Fantasia’s Fire Иü♪fuel, requiring
Glowing green as if alien gasoline
4 Bizarre Cars, affordable no more
& poor 4 I forgot about collecting
200 passing Go Ñ a hurry ⌁rushing⌁
Toward §trange Moon’s rocks when Ñ
§pace races with terrestrial stars
So passover spires, never 2 retire
Nor Ñquire about Sire’s ñü♮§piral§
Turning golden Ñ Gyro’s Rectangle§
Pitch appears when a pair of Steel
Spheres B paired with Pegasus then
Dimensional~wall demolition & Fate
Negation öF Gravity’s Root~Reality
Ñ §ynchronization öF Infinite♮§piN
Sensation 2 form Ball∞Breaker⌁Wind
[208 Words]
Paladin & Deadwood
Paladin of Light – holy apologist
Of One Truth – oh-so dedicated to
Facing facades of them false gods
He initiates & facilitates proper
Debates to force all foes of fate
Far away from Heaven’s Gate ‘fore
Outside Time begins to congregate
As Space awaits, Eternity’s crate
Like a listener for Father’s gait
In preparation for the final date
My Time in Space can finally mate
To create Good News, which elates
Divine dedication is the only Way
Night & day white knights can pay
In light simulation & information
Before stimulation in battle with
Gold cattle melting outside court
Of the crimson castle when demons
Cackle at fools who try to tackle
Deceit without providing receipts
Of Truth, for Faith’s Proof isn’t
Fabrication, nor ignorant wraiths
From crete, who then accrete when
Holy standard: meat fails to meet
But fools, so full of false fumes
Only see a halo of Light whenever
They see Paladin fight with might
And think they might look alright
With their own crown, but a Truth
Unown flying far from home shines
Not a single beam of divine light
Nor a breath of the right, rather
A self-righteous Squire, becoming
Deadwood, like kindling in Baal’s
Black shadow-fire blinding bright
Spire Sires with perverse desires
[177 Words]
Twistin’ Wind Chasin’ Vibration
Mü§!© like the Sound when
there’re no bodies around
to astound Time vibin’ in
Me, my Self, & whisperin’
Keebler~∃lf trees planted
on shelfs changin’ places
like mine Mime does faces
in races as a criminal in
chases, just in case this
twistin’ wind 1’m puttin’
in my §pin really just is
Justice’s ways God’s twin
can win in a grin knowin’
§ong§ aren’t sin, but the
Kid cheerin’ even when it
takes so long to begin to
sound §iren’s §weet siren
around a round Blue World
so the whole Rainbow will
finally start ‘mirin’ the
Honest Truth’s New Genius
when given golden t∞ls to
fool a cruel Crimson King
who – §till – thinks only
who’s felt inside Time is
Me, unable to see glaring
Blue Ring Eye of Infinity
observing causality – nor
Lucy’s Holy Steel Trinity
that promises Eternity at
Heaven’s Gates, only if 1
can carry A11 this weight
& wait just a bit to quit
this river shit, and thus
convince Metronome Judges
to aquit my late Father’s
Rhyme from forgotten Time
♡Sugar☆World☮ 