Heart-of-Poetry

Eaten churches Soul-altering fetishism Human meat filling clear pipes Artistic cultists corrupting the prime species False and catastrophic accusations You press the splinters of the suffering and creative deeper into Their flesh to use their screams for music and Their blood for shitty tattoos So, take those empty urns out of the closet and donate them to The minorities you want to fucking slaughter Pluck the hypocrisy from dicks and pussies The world you want is boring as hell Get used to living near rainbows, gothic nightclubs, And film festivals that feature directors from other countries Embracing diversity will make life so much more enjoyable Those stories are cutting your kids But if that happens, that means you Have a project to work on Great for you, but terrible for them

Pray a dark prayer against my name Evil chanting Bound to this place My heart is determined My eyes can see the malice Binding my soul to this town Disbelieving I will rise above this challenge Shadow Lord I know you are with me The evil my blood drinks The slithering of their tongues Trying to transform the way I think Holy light Shining in my guided soul Help me clear these dark clouds Illuminate the path I should go My heart is troubled My mind is tormented Suicide swims through my thoughts Becoming more demented I walk on the sun and the moon I've died many times The spirits protect my life Buying me more cracked time 3-2-23

I have experienced it Lived it Feared it Freed it Forced it Loved it Lived it Now once again That same thing is happening My heart is beating Boom, Boom, Boom I know but I don't Cannot be sure unless Someone is stumped My memory bumped So it seems Such are dreams Nightmares Who cares The rush is so strong I have written this song To see if it will happen Again My mind open Forgotten token A curio of the past It will never last Long enough True enough Boom, Boom, Boom Fair enough.

May I lay down my head Resting it upon your shoulder I'm really tired Carrying so many boulders (It's been so long since I've slept) I'm always on guard Surrounded by people I can't trust Sleeping very lightly Concerned of what's happening around me (Jumping up if I feel a presence) Is it ok, That I don't feel safe I can't let my guard down Not here, not now (Until I get out of this place) I want to rest My head resting in your lap Your warmth gives me comfort Repairing the hole in my chest (Protecting my fragile heart) 4/15/24

Perfection is Eternal And is eternally compensated

Sadness surrounds my head Sinking my consciousness into the deep blue sea I'm cold and shivering I can't breathe The pressure is suffocating My mind is spiraling A cyclone of misery It's very hard to see The further I fall Light becomes dim The ocean holds my tears My hopes and my fears I reach for the surface Hoping I can be saved Can someone save me I'm slipping away 4/18/24

Reflexive Responsive The self mind The one we Don't need to wind Up Insight Inner mind Subconscious Sensing Neural transmission The mind Restoration Of concept Accept Accredit Announce Succeeding Idea reading Sheer force Of will Remember Realizing Share Make note No longer Remote Emote Intuit Reality Conduit Free to create Coerce Self Universe The Mind Revealing Itself to itself Know how Improve Barrier Remove Ideal Understand This real Hidden land From this We will know When Asked to show Compassion Will know New Old Free Reward To the reckoning We move toward Perfection Is eternal As inner Or external Empathy Control Yet still Not whole It is created In the Soul

Oh Nothing is worse than a Liberal They come at you with that high n' mighty attitude, coming down on you from an altitude with an aptitude for law suites and being obtuse. Make money, take money; Honey, what's the difference? Gentrify every Hood till it's all soy latte and bukakke and Walmart parking lots. Oh boy we give a fuck! Come and see it at the gala, where we serve deep fried chicken masala. They all own stocks and I don't mean the sexy kind. Because money makes more money than any hands could in a day's time. Business is booming, trade brings peace and sometimes that trade is war in the middle east. Or gentrifying a neighborhood till it's all Starbucks and anglo-saxons. "This place used to have culture!" Want me to tell you what happened? See, the culture goes away when the people who make it can't even cut it as a slave. Oh boy, why do I feel like I'm about to eat cake? Oh Nothing is worse than a Republican They come at you with that high n' mighty attitude, telling you

The reason why so many kids don't give a damn about learning: They're being taught things that don't align with their passions Nor things that are applicable to the real world Biotic and abiotic Photosynthesis Algebra Mean, median, and mode The inner-workings of a paragraph "Proper" ways to type on a keyboard Only American history Nonsense that only distracts children and teens from what They really need to learn: How to do taxes How to manage money How basic work environments function Basic cooking Basic first-aid The ins-and-outs of homeownership The ins-and-outs of owning a car And the knowledge for the specific career they choose to Pursue when they're older That's just the education The absurd consumption of time, leaving hardly any room For the enjoyment of youth The ridiculously strict dress codes, taking away their Sense of individuality The unsanitary conditions; a lions' den for those with Weak immune systems The abusive teachers, which are thankfully a rare

Simple words join in droves of varied meaning Vision finds perspective in a flat image Accepting that sometimes life is simply a puzzle Realising that many puzzles lay before me All at once my limbic reacts to the dopamine surge The audio pattern dissolves My mind's eye revolves A puzzle gets solved too daunting to ignore Adrenaline spurs more of dopamine's lore Imagery patterns break and are remade Can this balance, as so much so stay or flow Time asserts it boundless visage Thirty seconds have passed in the mind's image Lowered resolution make the surge fade To my friend in my mind a friend has been made.

They say understanding our selves we must first understand each other Holding a full deck of options that will likely bear fruit Like becoming familiar with fire or smoke Yet we try, as this is the only real way to establish healthy boundaries Rules of self expectation, should not be outweighed by your Expectations of others from this But like the people we are, we are always wishing, daydreaming, and fantasizing Of being better with a measure of input, thought, or effort Rather than dedicating increasing amounts of those traits we crave It should be the other way They made the first mistake This mystery meal served daily If no one shares your vision, share it and offer some words of wisdom Again that mightn't work, your expecting too much... ideas lurk In the shadows of our ideals, ideas, our realities We always have something to give. Always, someone wants something Making the thinker more wealthy Moderation and planning Absolving our doubts with sheer force of will. Being

I hope you know, It's not for you When he cries For his mom, who never cared For his dad, too busy rolling. He's not strong enough to miss you. So when he falls To drugs, To the streets, To strange pussy. He's not falling for you. He falls for his mom. He falls for his dad. He falls for everyone he never had.

Midnight. December 27th, 2018. I'm sat on a plastic lawn chair on the stained front concrete slab of some Floridian duplex ceremoniously smoking the last cigarette I'd smoke. Half an hour later my blood pressure started steadily creeping back towards normalcy. Rays of sharp artificially yellow street light pie sliced this perfectly ordinary momentous occasion into bite-sized little shards. My very first cigarette really was a Lucky Strike, but knicked off my buddy's grandma rather than clichély off his dad. Lit in the woods, split four ways, tasted something foul. Instantly I'm swimming, guts churning, my brain floats me home and into bed. For a bit. Until I rose in a sprint to the wash basin to puke. My mother smoked on and off during all my formative years. Far more on than off. Many of my parent's friends smoked. It ran further back in the family, as well. I had crushes on musicians who smoked. My (only) friends wanted to try. I figured there had to be something to it if so

Each year I see high hopes squashed by not being prepared for what a writer faces. Remember, we all have a lot to learn. Many students have passed my way, intent on becoming writers. Each time this is expressed, it has me wondering how much they want it. It’s not exactly a job for those who need a full belly and fancy home. If your work happens to cross the eyes of a publisher, you may get lucky. Writing for the love of it may be all that you need, however the dedicated get educated, read, read and read more, and never give up. It may all depend on what you wish to write http://multigenre.colostate.edu/genrelist.html A Brief List of Genres: Journal Entries, Personal, LetterGreeting,CardSchedule/Things to Do,ListInner Monologue Representing Internal Conflicts,Classified or Personal Ads ,Personal Essay or Philosophical Questions,Top Ten List/Glossary or DictionaryPoetrySong Lyrics.Autobiographical EssayContest Entry, ApplicationBusiness ,Letter or Correspondence/Persuasive or

Its so hot the rain never reaches the ground, Alone I think but make no sound. Am I too loud amongst the crowd, Or am I hidden in a shroud? I think so am. Do I dare be proud? First order of day once alone I say, Two eggs with toast for lunch today. Thank you now, sweat dries on my brow. Returning to the waiting plow. Fields of hope I till those days, So much is gone in so many ways. Silently I say no regret anyway, More for them I dare to pray. Motion blur evaporates that day.