Got fiber optic cables for blood vessels, And communicate exclusively by text message, Eyes glued to screens like my fingers are taped to these keys, My heart pumps binary, my muscles are synthetic carbon and plastic composite, Perhaps I should have foregone that Titanium for bone replacement...
The Downfall Of The Human Race.Peoples And Countries Failed To Change.Especially When It Came To Economy Or Finance.Winner Take All Was The Name Of The Game.Ocean Waves Came For The Masses.It Was Sparked By The Hunger Of The Sun.The “Middle Class” Ignored The Plights of the Poor.Until The Hardship...
The Downfall Of The Human Race came over the course of an extraordinary decade of very ordinary years, in which all manner of Peoples And Countries Failed To Change or adapt in any way which inconvenienced them in the slightest, Especially When It Came To Economy Or Finance. Winner Take All Was...
Latch on. Tug at the coat strings, never let go. Vampire, Incubus, Succubus. Accountability won't hold you down, no! Feed. Take it all, consume everything. This is just compulsion, let it take you, move you, guide you, it takes from your free will, and thus you take more from others. You are...
Open up your mind. I wanna drink from your stream of consciousness and swallow it whole. I’m Nostro and you’re my Gepetto, we live in suburbs and ghettos but my fellows, we’re beautiful. I like soft climes and wind chimes and percolating the divine. Stewing it away like a good beef and barley. I’m...
The petals are an eyesore, four score and twenty years in the baking, perfect trust fund babies making rust. I demand dust and echoes to keep track of the years, fourscore in all, but I’m appalled at the fall of tulips in May, and not a single damn day goes by that I don’t inspect the withered...
The song: “Sex is not the enemy” is performed by a band called Garbage. That's no damn coincidence. But try as “she” might to play the vertebrae of my spine, as one might linger upon piano keys, my member isn't in your club, and my dick isn't somewhere on a shelf in Costco. If I were aware my...
Bloody French Kisses I. This clawing urgency in the tips of your fingers, Tracing jagged red lines down my skin. It merely serves as a venting of your frustrations. War is hell, and I love it. Cry havoc! Loose the dogs of war upon me! II. Every blow strikes my frame true, yet I chortle at the...
Fear a day,I begin writing war poems again.Warlord long buried,In dregs of self.There's a perverse beauty,In violence towards justice.Equality & equity looming.Can hear drums,Calling me to battle.21st century wars -Fought for common folk,Against might of billionaires.
A woman called me beautiful today.It was nestled in a vein of intelligent discussion.An embrace of humanities’ faults.A woman called me beautiful today.My disposition brightened.And joy grew in my heart, like dandelions blooming in July.A woman called me beautiful today.My face dared to smile.And...
He is he, who is steel and bone, flesh and faith, blood and thunder. We are we, who are death incarnate, Black and Gold, Red and Black. Our blades are sharp as thus it flows, the red and misty missed, we mourn our dead. The yearning grows as such it is, the pain and thus, the memories linger. We...
I spat nasty words like hot curling irons through toilet paper, wrinkling out flames and black smoke into damp spring air. It has been one year since tensions simmered and boiled down a relationship, cherry picking doubts and fears that tick-tocked two months time until explosions rocked the...
This is not about love, what lies above or white gloves seducing teenagers with media.This is not about life, strife or blight upon mankind.This ain’t about broken hearts or cars that won’t start two minutes before work.This isn’t about mars or stars or rickety old boulevards.But this isn’t about...
She moves forwards into his arms, craving attention, craving his love.Craving justification for existence.He laughs, cruelly.Steps back, and she falls.She falls through the ground and through the sky and through the feelings she has for him.He cackles now, takes a long deep drag from his...
Psychokinetic to the credit of the boundless, we are groundless motes of dust.It’s not a question of if, it’s a question of must.I cry in the night time without a lover to hold me, but I’m still standing boldly,I’m breaking the walls of reality, by partaking in conformity,So things will finally go...
Accountability died today, a play between this and that and those locked in the fray.Thoughts flood smooth: A ruse that’s trapped within both me and you.We lost our lives in the crush of limbs, trimmed clean and left lean in the morgue.We travelled down staircases of glory and told dark stories of...
I’m gonna breathe into you some second hand rap, sleaze my way into your heart, ease it soft into dreams of evergreen trees and ocean scenes. I’m gonna move - soothe your mood and prove to you the metaphorical groove still exists. Let’s mind-kiss, fists held high, deny them by simply trying not to...
I can’t prove that I’ve ever loved anyone.You’re going to have to take my word for it,when I tell you that I love you.Because you’re beautiful in more ways than one.
I heard that your skin tastes, Of apricots and, the smell of lavender, And your eyes, can pierce the soul. So may I come in?
One of the great, a man of the faith.But so uncouth, the twisted slate.Donning his robe, that Donne of faith.But “fun in bed” was his true debate.Therefore, I call out thy hypocritical name.“John Donne, you were a pervert!” I greatly refrain.“Your time was spent writing of naked girls.Not that I’m...