Vegas

The true nature of the affair

Nurturing egos 

Making excuses

Abusing trust

Cleaning out the rust

Slip tetanus cut infection

Poison till locked jaws

Poison the pristine pool of your eyes

A murky disposition

Of the disposed,

Apropos proposal

A thrill in desperation

Weak alibis

Lies wrapped in lies

Wrapped in warm arms 

Ego boost 

Cock roosted in another hen house

Avian flu 

Out of the nest

Exposing oneself to detestable chances

A taste of strange

To a deranged prison of walls

That shift as light through a prism

Passion begets passion for

Worse or better,

Not all passion is love,

Shallow affairs swallowing marriages. 

The mirage of paradise returns to cacti,

The barbs you walked us into

To think i held your hand

Thought i was impenatrable 

The vultures circle

My bloody corpse

And it all becomes to clear, 

Vegas is not for lovers.

The rat

Hello again

My old unfriendly friend

I feel you rage

Boiling up again

Inside my skin.

Is it the self abuse

That's triggered you,

Or merely a boredom

Hungering for drama

You wouldn't want to deal with.

As the plans slip, flip, 

As the peril

Rushes up 

Bile heart burn throat crushing lungs tightened red eyed frightened swelling vomit cascades

The train derails as I fail to remain competent, a cog cracked in the machine careening in a sterile peril of a caged rage crushing against my spleen

Everything is perfect and there is nothing wrong with me, and yet my seams seem pushed to the limit and my fist clench irrationally as if trying to grasp at a figmentive reality that sees all plans run smoothly, a summer of falling apart as one hand finally makes a start while the other takes a rest, blessed and cursed to be last and first and lost and lost and accosting myself. 

Why the worry, why stress, why keep this mess up in the cranium, sweltering swollen beating on my temples.

Lives matter

White people generally speaking are not shot for traffic violations. The problem of American racism and profiling is it is easier to kill something you have dehumanized. By devaluing one person compared to another, not realizing they have parents, children, siblings, hopes and dreams, but treating them as an animal, you open a door to abuses to justice and fairness, which generally are not suffered by the middle class white population. BLM is not debating whether one life matters more then another, only fighting to find justice for the inordinate amount of dehumanization by police and society. Every movement has its zealots that lose focus on the original message once it gains traction, but put yourself in the shoes of those being persecuted, even murdered, and you'll understand that it's not about you. Rather then support the mildly racist sentiment of 'all lives matter' spouted by the white right, consider why and where these people are coming from, the terror of knowing that simply being a different colour can make you a target. If gingers were being murdered by police for infractions that would generally get a fine, and getting away with it, you may wish to remind the world that your life matters as well. It's not playing a childish race card, it's a fight for a peaceful survival.

Book

 the bible is a book, written by man, translated by man, even if guided by the good intentions of an omnipotent God, it is also read and misinterpreted by man daily, words twisted to serve purposes not even proposed outside Leviticus. The flaw in man is always our arrogance in our beliefs, and our belief that that arrogance is well founded bound to our own spirituality. We creatures against pride and lust, gluttony and wrath, throwing each other under buses on the war path to a glorious after life, never seeing the strain and strife our book wielding hands lay upon our fellow man trying to make it through life in this tattering land. Afraid the frayed ends cannot be tied, it's not so clear and clever as the print in pages pretend, not so cut and dried papyrus stained that you must find the truth ingrained because the fact is it can't be explained, just energy filled cells bound together, tethered to a rock that will exist long after the transcripts upon which you rely. But this is just my honest opinion and I am just one guy. Love. 

Sub six

Back on track

Be en awhile

Sinc I he trapped inside

Going for a ride

Face down 

 Silent ride

In the city 

Spring facade on a winter day

A taste of

Glimpse

A world away, 

Feet tread out at another stop

Realized a better life

Miles away.

All the sufferable pains of convenience 

Missing the chauffeured life

Mass transit 

Remembering names of stations, tied to memories that

Pass

With the closing doors

Stations that pass and I remain seated, awaiting a destination.

Stations that crumble a little more with every passing, more fragmented, yet strangely visceral dreams of skipping madly down underground corridors. 

 

.

The Granted

I make no allusion to your struggles, I merely stated you had opportunity's that can't be worked for, you're a Canadian white boy with a loving family who has never faced the ravages of war, never known the devastation of poverty, never lived with confusions of sexuality (presumably). I'm in the same boat, yes, we've had to work hard to carve a niche in society, to become the men we are today, but we haven't carried the weight of a turban on our head or seen our family demolished by war, never had to fear the catcalls or the footfall of police or had the government break down our doors. All this bs about the teachings of one prophet or another, have been used, misconstrued and demonstrably exercised as truths to excise as excuses for uses of violence against a fellow man. Implying and stating may stand in a trial, or on a stage, but on a page, the written word is scribed to imbibe imagery, don't think that the difference between what you said and I read is imaginary. When any person wakes up in the morning, they are expected to behave, why enslave the ideal of western or eastern culture to be superior. I can look at the attacks, but you have to look at the facts that that is a small percent of the population, that seems to grow generation to generation as the warm machine churns out disenfranchised orphans who will buy into credos of hate because it's the only way they feel they can relate to the madness around them. To love is to know God, whether he exists or not.

dreamscape 1

Four of us go in, but only two of us make it out.
But before we were spared, we had to give him back the two relics he had stole. One offer offered sight, and the other protection. A box, hundreds of years old with a cross engraved with the touch of worn lead paint.
Why he let us go?
I don't know, but it was as if he was watching us.
Maybe the first sought treasure had drove him mad.
As we were carefully making our way out, his legion of men slowly encircled us.
With one command, his men had drawn out knives of all sorts. Pointing deep into our souls.
Closer and closer.
We make a break for the door.
With the sound of the manic mob behind us. Those bloody hounds of hell. Barking, raving mad.
We take flight.

everything bleeds

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To my Wife

The loneliness of solitude

Is no one here to share

My food with.

Every night.

Getting up alone

Only to fall asleep alone

Every pillow 

Stacked beside me in a row.

Biding the time till

You come home.

Singing to myself

Only for the echo.

Starting to feel what

Lonely hearts know

Over the course of time

Will my discourse grow.

Living a shade of former glory

You will return eventually.

Mali vs France

Yep, had to google, just to find it on a map, turns out they also have a flag. Another interesting fact, Timbuktu is there. You can see how a random African nation may not hit as close to home as streets you have walked down and cosmopolitan people you can relate to. In Mali, it was foreigners under siege, and of such varying backgrounds that no flag could symbolize the pain. Social media is an interesting quagmire of fronted apathy and full on baloney, KONY 2012, anybody? Really I'm just here to find out who is racist, and shun them for pleading Christianity while being ass wipes of humanity, the shitty ones. In two  years, two months, the dialogue will shift, the new tragedy will befall, anyone still remember the crazy asshole in Norway that killed all those folks? Or was it Sweden? Was he a terrorist, musn't be, didn't look Muslim to me... You see, how easily tragedy turns to apathy and given time can be humorous even as the tombstones still stand separating us living from our dead. So feed the fire, poke the left wing and the right wing bearers of fiery torches, burning their indignities, branding radically, railing against what they don't like, or come join me, balancing the middle way, not giving a fuck what anyone says, cause we're all just breathing poop machines till we fail to be so live lovely fast and vicariously, viciously defending the fact that you can feel more at ease identifying with one casualty where another slips by, you don't mourn every funeral at the parlour, only those that effect you, so you can't expect your base population of friends to know where Mogadishu starts and Beirut ends. Stay healthy, stay happy, stay cynical my friend.

On Psychos with Guns and God

I believe the choice between good and evil need not be dictated by an ethereal scape goat, but rests on each of our shoulders. By taking responsibility for putting out that which we would wish to receive, only then can we take control of our own destinies instead of handing them off to a blind faith that assures us we are corrupt by nature. While I do appreciate many here will disagree with these sentiments, I would remind them that religion would place blame on the devil, which in a monotheistic religion is also of God, where as in my point of view, a flawed individual did a horrible thing, and should be held to account for it, even if his body has passed, his name is besmirched to the history of humanity, the only scale which we can ever truly measure our achievements in life. Live, love and leave beautiful memories, this is the only life, the heaven or hell you carry within, find a middle path, find contentment.

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There Are Some Worse Than Others

This Is Dedicated to the Angel of Death....


These Are Some Remedies Worse Than The Diseaseas,

Worse then the Mensua', when you eat brain….

Well Jolly I'M... I’M, teasing….

Worse then when you yell trriippiiaaaaa., I’M hinting.,

Subliminally Thinking... 

I got this Cutco Knife, I’ve been meaning to scythe…

I’M irking to break freely….

On my marble counter top, it’s dripping with, Amway products, need be 

it re-used, need it re-duced, need it be recycled….

Plant’s all around us, what then Michael Myers?

If I jaggulated you, 

you would just look at me, turn your head, and 

actually speak to me and as if I looked in the mirror 

you'd say.... 

"B__tch., I locked you in the thread of sin.,

I have your costume of death now.,

Time to slither the outcomes of what’s the Chet now.,"

but If you and I are the same.... 

I need to re-assume prowess in my savoir faire

Meaning now to buy…

Errthing in siteee.....

‘Everything on the land of the land is tight now, so.... 

so will I

Sow my everything eyes shut, just to see the bullets wizzz by,

See my Darthmorth Waterloo glide…

Saint John’s

Silver arrow penetrates through solid brick golds of cows 

that wanna die in vain of their future’s sake… 

You wanna meeat Saint Mathew I say in thread,

As he threads to the, Ay to the l ‘

Yell me a another *ing hey tell…

Andrea Chub-A-Dub Marmellaid’jam,

I hope her Mom’s don’t get mad I turned her to

Triple five soul… cause her soul was mightier 

then Adelle’s

thart to freedom... 

Effortlessly have to have left my, 

left my wife behind, to a future I don’t know what

Hell of a type of a, monster concave, 

convex,

effortlessly what style of a 

kinda of a, pandoras box may or may 

not be inside

back in N.Y.C.

I heard in netherworlds online, they still got 

real gunners being empirical…

Thrillions dollar squad critical

I miss that PS3, I miss that may-madness, but all of my

 brothers have shattered glasses….

Forreal thought...

 IT, like Stephen King yoOoo... 

gotta band wagon of supposed heroes

though....

Went away from another home country

To a main country

That I still really love.... 

But

Where there are folks
that for no reason....
 hate me,

They statewake and make fucking laws agaisn’t me,

They try to bring me down with the cross that buried me…

I have symbols in my arms, and my Mom rest in soul restfully


Plsams 19:19

I thank God, Ch3t hasn’t yet baked me….

I thank God, Baker hasen’t yet Chetted’me…

I thank God, Ch3t hasn’t yet baked me….

I thank God, Baker hasen’t yet Chetted’me…

End of Psalms...

Bake on my side telling me Hello, I’M here for 

services, where’s the next tournie.,

I drink down the blood of the pure, drink down the blood 

of what werewas true northern blue wihited

 flag, I never seen racism of this kind still outlast,

And the kids go hungry forever

 may,

I say I never went on a Sunday on pslam day 

who wan’ts a piece of the universe today?

I break another fast while drinking a little water to taste like

 soil, those blood diamonds wont cure themselves on their own.

I break another fast while drinking a little water to taste like

 soil, those blood 

diamonds wont cure themselves on their own.

I break another fast while drinking a little water to taste like soil, those 

blood diamonds won't cure

 themselves on their own.

Chet Baker, You Angel.... Saint of Death and Tormentuous Delivery, 

deliver my soul from sin… I believe in everything righteous.. 

Through the gates of hell… Come on Dude, let me in…..

Tis A Fix.... 

Miss my Lady... 

Chet.. I'M at odds bro, 

For HEavens sake... Favor me... 

Favour my wife...

We need all the help 

we can get bro... 

And while some look at you and

say let's go Mets!! 

I look at you and say where 

have we whence??? 

I love...

 Love... 

(To see you and your Mom on a 

Cross was heavy bro.... )

Dio n Ruthy...