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ere i walked the shadows
of a shameless life eschewed
i sometimes talked for hours
on the telephone
’tis true

attending to the inbox
which would hold my correspondence
until one day i stopped
having become too despondent

seven years have come and gone
and still i have not looked
nor listened to my messages
not even on facebook

this plague pervades
most every aspect
of my adult years
i since have lost the respect
of my family and peers

for they can’t see the reasons
nor the logic of my plight
its tragedy is lost
amid the inference of their sleight

presuming that it must be
that they’ve somehow drawn my ire
some say i’m maladjusted
others think i have retired

i cannot help but panic
upon hearing rings and tones
instilling in me frantic feelings
reeling in my home

truth be told i have disabled
every last alarm
and push notification
for they only cause me harm

and should you try to reach out
with an intention to touch
you’ll not invade this redoubt
that has long since been my crutch

and if you are to know me
then you first must understand
even if you are the homie
you can talk to your own hand

Due Decorum

is it so uncouth to ask
for thee to stay thy tongue
and not disturb the black damask
enshrouding ablutions
for there exists no merit
to be found in such affronts
doth no one wish to hear it
underground nor in the sun
have we lost all decorum
at the cost of decency
to air in public forum
matters begging secrecy
instead we see the plague
of people primitively prone
to posting private pictures
posing on porcelain thrones!
pray not let us devolve
into unsavory savants
with thoughts left to revolve
around our basest needs and wants
one mustn’t attend charm school
to find value in mystique
we’ve no need to defend fools
when they’ve failed to be discreet
thus, i submit we gather
every vulgar philistine
and banish them to exile
to the isle of shrillest screams
for it is of their own accord
to wax on chamber pots
therefore we dare not spare the horde
an expeditious plot
of funerary provenance
for actions crude and crass
for devotees of elegance
i speak on your behalf

Promised Hours

why is it
that only upon leaving
do you voice
lament

fleeting amid
sentiments
and sudden
things to do

promised hours
perish
in a flash
of wistful
alley light

scarce
your words
remain
as token trials of hope
since lost

hanging in denial
are faded smiles
and fusty
mothballed coats

in the closet
strung like latent
trysts
listless
and long forgotten

Out of Sight…

spiders get around most freely
out of sight and out of mind
fiendishly partaking in some really
questionable crimes
some are stealing errant crumbs
while others might be playing dumb
some I’ve heard meticulously
fuss over cleaning their guns
why must they be up to no good
can’t we all just get along
it just seems odd that they should
keep trying to swipe hits from my bong
weird thing is when they become stoned
spiders have a gay old time
watching episodes of star trek
golden girls and classic vines
look out though, for when their munchies hit
they take no prisoners
trust, you would prefer not to
like Bartleby the scrivener
oh my god they’re so obsessed
with watching me all night and day
every time i start to undress
i hear every word they say
maybe if they had some business
of their own i could relax
sadly it would seem their interest
is quite honed in on my back
what i mean to say is my bum
boy, they just can’t get enough
then again, it’s kissed by the sun
chiseled, and bulbously buff
countless times have i looked up
to find a spider mid-descent
typically, they hover just
to read facebook and make comments
privacy is really just a quaint notion
it’s sad to say
for spiders reign ubiquitous
over each moment, night or day
even if they have intentions
of becoming my best friend
they might at least try to mention
this to somehow make amends
as it stands i swear on my life
they won’t rest until i’m dead
how else did my set of steak knives
wind up underneath the shed
don’t you for one second think
i don’t know of their secret club
i still receive the weekly e-mail
some of which i truly love
judging from the things i’ve read
we’d hit it off quite famously
they seem to dig the talks on TED
almost just as much as me
if i wasn’t so damn shy
perhaps i could initiate
but to them, I am just a fly
awaiting on a silken fate
they’re not like their creepy cousins
building nests from human hair
spiders spin a lustrous gossamer
to weave their webbed lair
sure, at times they might get peeved
and inflict a most painful bite
this is how most spiders grieve
their spouse you swallowed just last night
follow my advice and keep that
gaping orifice shut well
you don’t want to hear all of the stories
that I have to tell
please just feel their fuzzy fur
they’re cuddly like a teddy bear
spiders rock, you must concur
you’d better, for they’re everywhere

Rant On Usurped Offense

There is no merit in insulting others. We have no need for hurtful words, harmful thoughts, and vulgar behavior. Disrespect does not gain the respect of those who would be respectable. For every person that our words and actions victimize unwittingly or otherwise causes our consciences to devolve until we have devised our own demise. We would do best to just confess and take responsibility for our own past including every prior indiscretion. For until we do so, we are incapable of learning the lessons necessary for us to further evolve. It matters not, the company in which we feel free to thusly reveal the horrors that our hearts conceal for there is no possible way of ever knowing the personal experience of those around us which is no less real. Regardless of how well we may think we truly know them. We cannot afford to risk the pain our carelessness inflicts upon the innocent already victimized by flagrant negligence. Lest we are compliant as petulantly defiant accomplices appearing as though tyrants. Abusive words like “slut”, “faggot”, “fat”, and “ugly”, “stupid”, “bitch”, “retarded”, “dumpy”, “sloppy seconds”, “homo”, “freak”, “loser”, “sissy”, “pussy”, “weakling”, referencing things negative by saying that they’re “gay”, and generalizing specific groups from which to draw negative comparison, all of these insidiously vicious sayings cause hurt even if you’re ~just playing~ or ~just kidding~. Such offenses cannot be excused as though unwitting. Be the person standing tall who speaks up for both one and all instead of slandering these victims leaving them to take the fall. When you spew out words like “whore” you open up Pandora’s box for chances are by all accounts that someone amid every crowd has suffered from a horrid fate of which they cannot yet relate. Thier trauma once again is visited upon them distancing them further still as you insist it’s your ~free will~ and that they should perhaps just ~chill~. Well, victims more than deserve freedom, but instead, they’re shirked and beaten. Human beings perpetually defeated by a society so utterly unfathomably heedless. Their self-denounced abusers asserting with such emphasis their so-called ”rights” which they imagine to exist which tragically intend to place their offenses on those who have in fact suffered by their offenses. As though somehow it were a choice to have had lived through tragic fates that innately instill horrific post-traumatic feelings fraught with fear, anxiety, unspoken pains we cannot see, suicidal thoughts now more distraught and all of this for what? So you can validate your selfishness by disregarding poignant pleas from broken-hearted victims who now stand to suffer ceaselessly as they traverse this wretched, thoughtless universe which treats the victims as the curse and celebrates abusive verse? So you can feel so free to recklessly impose your putrid ignorance like pestilence you seem so curiously invested in? As if you’re being bested by the simplest of requests as if it inflicts any stress comparable to the victim’s duress upon the advent of associative anguish by abuse-inflicted reflex? I truly hope that your own ego is not such that you would forgo even basic kindness and concern for those who you might not know for the sake of something so absurd insisting these abusive words should thus be heard by victims already dejected and unnerved presuming that your right to speak should somehow more deserve protection than the human beings, most of whom would never cause a scene instead they keep their pain inside while you would flaunt your shameful pride. My friend, you need to get a clue this issue isn’t about you. I beg thee, please get over yourself and think for once of someone else. Don’t tread upon the mental health of victims trapped in private hell. Dare not assume to know so well the truths of which most never tell precisely for the reasons that you seem to be so much compelled to stand here and defend until the very death with all your will while victims still are made anew but all you can think of is YOU. If only you would understand these victims are your fellow man let me restate that, ALL WOMEN and since you seem unable to consider things in terms I speak perhaps were you able to see these victims are as close to thee indeed of your own family and all your friends who plainly see your indifference to silent pleas from all the pain they’ve suffered through including that since caused by you on more than one occasion too. But with your callous caustic mouth and disregard, you’ve voiced aloud the pain that they must always bear has now become a source of shame which further stifles any hope for their plight ever to be spoken which in turn allows for the abuse they’ve suffered to persist perpetually until they’ve broken.. And for now which you have as much as acted as a type of willful co-conspirator. If you figure this to make them somehow less then let us put it in your terms so you can be the bigger person which you then can prove by showing them that you refuse to treat them like they’re worthless. Society has ever shown that pain and suffering not known to others is routinely thrown aside its victims left alone. If we refuse to stand up tall while watching others take the fall we truly have forsaken all and yet we dare to have such gall to act as though we’ve any merit whilst diminishing the spirit of the hurt whilst acting as though we ourselves are bold and fearless. HEAR THIS! If you’re to know of courage, it won’t come from the disparaging of those who’ve bravely faced such horror life cannot replace and yet you wear upon your face a smirk so smug of such disgrace. Instead of wasting so much time perfecting mindless schoolyard rhymes that aim to somehow thus define your status in the social climb. It’s best if you perhaps would try to rise above the bottom line and speak to others, words with kindness in your heart not by design nor pantomiming words so cruel that leave you looking like the fool who disregards the circumstance of extrinsic experience. Of these pleas do I grow weary for they seem to breed contrary feelings from the heartless egos people cannot seem to let go. Understand that any time you place regard for others behind your own arbitrary wants and then proceed to poke and taunt them it will only ever serve to reveal your own heart perverted when such pain can be averted you choose simply to desert them. The courtesy of politesse is no longer of interest for if you hear these words and balk then i insist, you must fuck off!

Find a Way

do or don’t
it doesn’t matter

all the world’s will
yet won’t

try your best
or give up trying

don’t deny
that both are
moot

should you stay
or should you go

you shouldn’t
have to ask
to know

that
every woman
every man
and every fate
is ever damned

for love
will find a way
it’s true
to court
the death of me
and you

Pavlovian Lapdogs

petulant plebians pandering prose
spawned out of spite from depictions composed
of pithless and petty ploys poised to appease
a princess of poisonous pedantry peeved
with patrons plucked patiently tempered by pique
their person purloined spurred by spurious speech
supinely complying peremptorily
pliable pupils impaired by erred pleas
obsequious as pavlovian lapdogs
a precedent of appalling demagogue
imparting dispatch surreptitiously reaped
to pose such a perfect impression oblique
to passively present through public dispose
promotion of disreputable depose
to please their despot’s pathetic importunes
perilous plots born of perceived impugn
sparing none, for all are prone as her pawns
through solipsist eyes of contempt and despond

Cautionary Tail

a boot was lodged in my caboose
the day i shook an apple loose
from high atop its lofty perch
where once it fell i thusly searched
but though i heard it hit the ground
it seemed that it could not be found
this apple had been such a prize
it quickly became of my eye
i knew i dare not let it fall
into a den where earthworms crawl
the sound it made seemed to suggest
it landed ‘neath a nearby nest
that housed a rather irate bird
which i had recently disturbed
and as i looked i heard it mocking
dousing me with many droppings
i resolved nary a wrath
would steer me from this apple’s path
perhaps it rolled away i thought
but soon a hole found my foot caught
which sent me lunging toward a bush
brimming with thorns which pierced my tush
i looked to see my boot was stuck
when from behind my head was struck
by many discontented squirrels
in shock i watched their fury unfurl
with such profusity ne’er seen
did acorns rain upon my dream
in spite of this, i forged ahead
and trampled through a flower bed
attended by a perturbed granny
swinging as to strike my fanny
with her rake with aim precise
assailing me not once but thrice
and when it seemed that all was calm
a beehive landed like a bomb
releasing plumes of raging bees
who did not seem to hear my pleas
they stung me until i ballooned
into a bulbous red buffoon
at which point one would think to quit
but this man never would submit
i then retraced my steps to see
my prized apple’s trajectory
which much to my shock and surprise
atop the tree did it reside
with one boot on i made the climb
to reach the limb where it did lie
but as i inched along its branch
i heard a creak ever most scant
as one might guess i tumbled down
and when my bottom touched the ground
it was then met by my lost boot
with such a force it breached my chute
and to this day it yet remains
as for the apple who can say
i beg thee take heed, hear my words
lest such a fate ever absurd
befall your precious buns of steel
when apples of aplomb appeal
apppear to be just out of reach
it might prove wise to leave them be

As Sure As Flesh Weeps Crimson

i awoke
today.

sodden with the somber dew
felled by gross iniquity.

women, men
both elder and youth.

strangers, friends
both able-bodied and ailing.

human beings.
with goodness
of heart
and keenness
of mind.

their very freedom
infringed upon
in this “land of the free”.

for fear had stricken
fulgurant
and butterflies took to wing.

trepidation
wrested the weary.
their minds
folding inward
’til ingress gave way.

and here it is
we stand.
on the precipice
of definitive salvation.

if we are to evolve,
it is only
through love

that we should breach
the heavens.

as sure as flesh
weeps crimson,
no other fate
shall see us
through.

Male Primer On How To Love Women

To truly
Command
The acceptance
Of truth

With willful
Embrace
Of its burden
Of proof

And freedom
To think
With a presence
Of mind

Where no
Precedent
Lies
To boldly opine

Unfettered
Not tethered
To fear’s
Phantom mime

In weather
Tempestuous
Calming and kind

To choose
Paths shone
Virtuous
Of our
Volition

When faced
With the gravest
Of selfless
decisions

To look
Beyond
Boundaries
With sound
Sight
To see

Without our own
Ego’s affliction
We are free

To learn
From mistakes
We must bear
Consequence

Acknowledge
All factors
Of its circumstance

Whilst disregarding
Frivolous
Dalliance

And focusing
Efforts
On things
Relevant

To offer
Oneself
Without pretense
Surrendered

To harbor
No thought
Of contempt
Erring tender

Toward life
Which exists
Outside that
Of our own

Attending
The home
One should ne’er
Shore alone

To listen
So that we
Might then
Understand

The magnitude
Of all fates
Since wrought
By man

To requite
The status
Usurped
By frail men

That brazenly
Preaches
Of false
Creation

Casting such
Shadows
Whose ire
Knows
No bounds

The burden
All women
Are forced
To live
Down

For bearing
The gift
Men would
Deem to revere

Presented
Through patriarchs
Pandering fear

And once
Verity
Avails our
Conscious grasp

Our love
May be worthy
Of woman
At last

“Choices”

no woman chooses.

the word “choice”
is a quaint affectation
of male privilege

one that shifts
the burden
onto the woman’s shoulders

with a simple
single syllable
of sinister
silver-tongue

that speaks volumes
of the depraved disconnect
of daddy’s deflection

defecting

neglecting

such wretched
subjection

to misogynist mindsets
that fret
at any hint
shown to impede
its quest for glory

its aweless reverie

of his requisite bequest

that rests for no burden
not even those wrought
by its own wanton hands

with nary a thought

for the “choice”
lies with man

to own up to his deeds
to reap what was sown
beyond his own base needs

choosing not to desert
to then foster a trust
that would honor what is just

by accepting
the circumstance born
of his lust

he must stand tall supinely
to shatter all doubt
in the matters regarding
the wrath of his route

for women most oft
are forever distraught

abandoned
bereft
left exploited
with naught

whilst these men prance
with ease
frolicking fancy-free
fleeing scene
with the breeze
having sown their ill-seed

for their ego
surpasses all
with such vomitous gall
as a life is forestalled

ne’er to answer the call
so appalling this trait
leaving life in its wake
only flight will he take
once his whim has been slaked
without further adieu
in a cloud of hot dust
and a fervid salute
served most proud and abrupt
rendering hearts nonplussed
like a billowing gust
once his will has been thrust
turns militantly brusque
with such fierce flippancy
throws all under the bus
in a thunderous peal
it’s a wonder surreal
as the moment reveals
what his true heart conceals

but there is no appeal
to that which cannot feel
so this dastardly deal
is so masterfully sealed
as a bastard is reared
in a fluster of tears
with a father not there
never bothered to care
not a moment to spare
to prevent all the fears
wrought by scrutinous stares
lurid thoughts turpid lots
from a surrogate’s leer
innocence left defenseless
for reasons so senseless
a treasonous pretense
to heathens demented

still lacking incentive
to try to prevent this
fate of such portending
consequence unending
of futures surrendered
no suture could mend
ill-repute so contentious
yet still men dispute
and refute their subjection
and all for the sake
of their putrid compulsions
so duly revulsing
profanely effusive
the lives left behind
are not those
which they must live
and thus it is a shit
for which they do not give
so willing to forfeit
the world they created
but for a mere moment
of fleeting amusement
that spurns an entire
existence
so uselessly
suffered for naught
and for what
but their ego’s
egregious gestalt

Burden of Man

men dare
to see women
through invidious eyes
denying affliction
of man’s ill-reprise

they thoughtlessly
perpetuate the conditions
at times
willfully
with no sign
of contrition

and many set out
to inflict ill-intent
ignoring the crux
of their father’s neglect

with misplaced contempt
aimed at those
who remain
whilst somehow
demanding
respect
by mere claim

despite every truth
having burdened
their sight
they would spurn
any proof
of their own
heedless flight

we have seen
that their ego
forgoes evidence
as such fervid devotion
refutes recompense

e’er projecting
the fallout
of that which they lack
by placing their failures
on womankind’s back

it would seem
only dreams born
of male provenance
are worthy of that
to be paid consequence

such brazen presumption
is beyond reproach
yet this veiled institution
one dares never broach

for man’s true commitment
is that to himself
as even the fruit
of their seed
goes unfelt

this tragedy
boundless
pervades every land
its wrath can be found
since the dawning
of man

pray not let ye folly
and scoff at these words
lest ye bear the cross
of all women interred

take care to reflect
on the actions you choose
for womankind’s blessing
mankind cannot lose

Existence Remiss

lo, i know naught but an ignorance dire
inflicted upon those who dare court my ire
possessing scant patience for due diligence
i have no inclination to sate precedence
for all that i see is a world which devolves
revolving around me with heedless resolve
to suffer such consequence not born of my realm
indolent irreverence is a relic unsound
so profound is this bliss some might call it profane
still i’m bound to persist as they wither in vain
from the slithering stress steeped in sorrowful waves
such a grave indignation of conscience enslaved
abhorrent abomination i deign piteous
seeking sordid salvation of scorn hideous
sisyphean sell-outs diseased and distraught
such boolean fallout finds fools ever-fraught
with frivolous fears ere their failings forsooth
the fate of their frail bed of tears ailing truth
entailing an entropy expeditious
extrinsically linked to existence remiss

It Matters Not

it matters not

what sinewy strength
you strut
with such braggadocio

the artifice
auspiciously adorning
your display

what conquest
you proclaim
in compensation
for your lacking

what brazen
domain
you should presume
over mother nature

what flagrant disregard
that you would show
your fellow
human

the speed
at which your steed
feeds dust
to sate your weary foes

the dubious dimensions
nor ornateness
of your codpiece

the arbitrary
shackles
in which you confine
your pawns

the clamor
of your calls
to claim a throne
by way of bloodshed

it matters not

for you
will never
be a man

without first
embracing feminism

Elaboration

spoken word is often heard to herd our thoughts en masse
in subdivisions subject to succinctly shorn abash
with tethered tongue endeavor we to eloquently air
ineffable expressions deftly doled out so to spare
gauging our engagements with gratuitous refrain
allowing temporal allotment basis to abstain
from artfully articulating free to affectate
inflection efflorescing to reflect what best relates
when clearly this impairs our proper prepense to impart
by misappropriating that which would impel our heart
predictably afflicting our intended utterance
thus rendering our voice as ineffective abeyance
which leaves us floundering to falter ineffectual
destined to descend depths of diligence misconstrued
should we decree our thoughts conveyed to show evincible
we could forgo distraught dismay deemed reprehensible
for implications minced from assertation’s open end
are subject to inferences of infinite amend
thus, i submit commitment to the full breadth of nuance
in all asseveration of disseminate ensconce
for time must be considered far beyond the imminent
lest we spend all eternity on spurned expedience

Idle Thoughts

idle thoughts
convict
the
heads of hollow
apparitions

a sentence
of sentient disposition

decomposing
marionettes
in rows of chariots
charging

forged by fear

preoccupation

and abeyant presumption

racing to the finish
lines of faceless pretense

praying
to appease what
is not present

Time Control

Time doth taint the faint of heart
By painting truth where once stood art
And shining light in corners dark
From ancient moor to morrow’s hark
Perception forged with dawn anew
The day’s deceptions drawn to view
Our misconceptions now construed
With every moment thus imbued
So hapless are we to contest
The trappings of its false arrest
We must abide by its behest
Beholden to our sown duress
But only with its presence nigh
Doth life exist within our eyes
It must persist lest we devise
A narrative bereft of rhyme
We struggle to appease its ire
Befuddled by the muck and mire
This force of nature ne’er retires
The nomenclature of expire
At best, the past and future stations
Merely are but speculation
We have only one salvation
In our present indignation
Futile flights of fantasy
Flown by fools on fated eves
Found fast the path to effigy
Forged by the wrath of flippancy
So when the tower’s bell doth toll
Sing loud its reverie with soul
Think of it not as time control
But that by which all life unfolds

Sapient Wastrels Subsisting

transmuting mutable emotions
into tragic projections
aired triumphant

the essence of our dissonance
flaunting our afflictions
through depictions of despair

in proud parades of pride displayed
disguised as introspection
devised of indignation

feral fears of primeval impel
fostering our fates
in lives surrendered to placation

impending skies of false illusion
looming truth e’er nigh
belying belief that all is for naught

lost amid the bliss of artifice
remiss to mind the cost
as sapient wastrels subsisting

for Venus

her words give birth
to songbirds
arranged in strange striations

and when they call
all the heavens
start to fall as wintry feathers

into the mercy
of an erstwhile whisper

from pursed lips
pricked with petaline pigments

immersed
in otherworldly waves
she bathes the light
triumphant

without her semblance
all is but for naught

to doubt her tenor
fate should heed to falter not

for it is she alone
who shall usher in the dawn
auspicious