The leader of the lost boys

The leader of the town
The justice seeker
Public speaker
Fundraiser
Host
Trail blazer
Father
Husband
Man
Leaving behind a legacy
To carry forth the town
To carry forth the family.
One could only imagine
What he could have accomplished,
Still striving to take in
All he had;
The lives touched by his jovial nature
His passion forwarding agendas
For the greater good.
A piece of shared history
A page torn to soon
A void
For everyone he served
For everyone he loved
Everyone who pays reverence to the man
He was.
May the things he built continue to flourish
May his example embolden others
To fix societies vexations
With such grace and charm.

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If

When I become

No more

Than my bad habits

A riddled shell of vice

Stripped in succulent 

Barred with indulgences

Prisoner to pathology 

Would you still see me.

Slowly it rots me

It would rot you too.

Could I stand to see

What was done to you?

Shame and guilt

Singed paper 

Pulling me out

Of society.

Pulls me out of myself

Sage burning demons away

Strange fear it's all

That is keeping me sane.

IkE/2022 apr21 8:39

Free NFts

Change

Chop it into NFT's and sell it out 

We only ask full credit

And that half your profit 

Goes to charity.

Literally an economy

Of Interest

Worth as much as your willing to pay

Attention 

My gift, my poison

My urge to be a society

Unto itself

A match to light a thousand fires

Offered freely

Content

Competent or not

You get what you paid for.

        

Balls of energy in space

Fighting against gravity

Burdened with hand me down expectations 

Raised in a world lost to time.

Keep taking

I'm waking to

What I'm willing to give,

I've plenty more where this came from.

Old one

'I felt bad to have lost a finger, till I met a man without an arm'
Old Adage.

Beautiful face
Poisoned personality
Maybe if your face was flawed
It would balance you out mentally.

'How does it feel to be, one of the beautiful, people'
The Beatles

She had acne scars
And webbed toes
A heart of gold
Tarnished daily.

'Capitalism has made it this way'
Marilyn Manson

All the money to fix
To snip, nip, tuck and shave
Carve, sculpt, lift and suck
Freeze
Till only an abomination
Unnatural remains
Rotting.

January 3, 2012

Lost words,

The never found poems

Rotted parchment insulating 

The attics

Back alley of libraries,

Hidden among the intricate web.

The never scribed,

Never arrived

The over judged by self critics

Over ruled by the schools.

Lightning in a bottle

Fizzled to decay,

Trunks of regrets, 

Ocean trapped

Closets of discontent

Fearful youth never exposing its innocent anguish.

Languishing in its own creation.

Laid back

Laid to rest

Detested by the creator,

The nature of ones opinion

Read back silent 

Outcast instead of recast

The editor tears holes

The tears flow

As the murdered manuscript takes

An unrecognizable form

From a confident perch to a confinable abhoration.

Find me reading the works unpolished, seeing the reality.

August 15 2020, 10:05 p.m.

Alexa knows when your not home

So does your home.

Your assistant knows when you're all alone.

So does your search history.

They can see who's allergic to 5g and vaccines, been selling it to you for years, confirmation bias.

And here we are at the precipice of a second wave of a new plague, Camus rolls in his grave, how predictable the parade.

Spend your money on saving lives, vilified.

Save your money on cheats and lies, sanctified president.

We residence of the hollow tube, the last of the  cathode-ray generation, sucked into LED arguments with our little touch screens, against PC players, armchair experts.

They'll sell you the VPN then sell you to the highest bidder. Lure you in with an algorithm, then use your input to make it smarter. 

Smile for the camera so we can get a clear view of your dental record. Post your location or don't, tracers on the file. turn off light. It was never the media, it was only you and what you choose to consume.

We resume in our doom on the prosperous dreams of tomorrows never promised.

We became greedy in the food chain, bad times came upon us. Mother nature is a Libra.

Any hunter'll tell ya, When the herds get to thick, illness can creep through quick and decimate populations, a controlled hunt socially distances them enough to ensure their survival. 

Herd immunity is not the cure to a hardly understood disease.

What was I on about again? Takin' to talkin' in meme.

E

Sentimental

Grandma's cigarette 

A generations Apple pie

Childhood couldn't help

But get a little high

Just a little one

That was barely worth its wiff in the eye.

Backseats without belts

Sleeping on the floor as we drive,

Tragedys averted with a little bumb on the head against the dash, shouldn't have been standing there.

Somebody had a van with a table.

Flying 7 in a bird made for 5

Four crammed in the back

fifth in the trunk, a generation changes if the drivers drunk.

Sweet memories of hands swimming out windows

IkE/2022

Can you

Here upon the 

Amongst the

Connected, an RF pillow

Flesh and bone.

Yesterday's 

Over

Underestimated it's impact.

Carnally absorbing adultery

Adult films limbs nimbly navigating

Never knowing if it's really a sin.

Reason dictates but not

Everyone listens

A victim to their conveniences

Down a dark narrow road.

Better days ahead

Everybody says

Take advantage 

While you can

Everyone makes money when

Everybody pays

No value attention

Live Laugh Love

Inscribed upon a mantle

Never hurt anybody

Everybody thinks