screaming at low volumes
fuck it, the dreamy distance, so enabled, empowered; you, I’ve enshrined the sounds of speech across ears deaf is a peace unknown to the burdened – oh to be blind also: to not endure the inevitable, the squired response upon horseback, black and white, such treats, ignorance. fuck it, the despotic womb, encumbering embarrassment’s entrance, … Read moreprivilege is murdering Anwar Al-Awaki
In the Sanitarium, the voices grate with harsh laughter un-comforted as the hyena’s howls at night. The garbled tongue of indifference to the ears of civilized men, ricocheting off concrete walls, delivers nonsense and shame. To belong to such an affront to conscience is to pull teeth without anesthetics, without pleasantries, without consideration of the … Read moreIn The Sanitarium
we’re all so fucking busy, and I just wanna die. the words don’t visit anymore, strangers knocking on my door begging for what I don’t have – a door – fuck it – i put on some Reggae, some Phenomden. I’m still an immigrant, never felt the slap of the welcome X Pat, the unrighteous … Read moreAbsent Disdain
There was a year or so when I thought I might be dead. I spoke to everyone I met about the whole of it – how it was impossible to prove we were alive and kicking. Voltaire took the easy way out, but I know I might still be dead – Everyone looked at me … Read moreWhen I Was Dead
Everything is a dreamI just need to remember how to fly
the breath of breeze rustling the leaves 3k short and a gun to the head, A sunset never looked so red. staring out a window, waiting to meet god but god don’t live anywhere so i forget what happened there. identities lost, but never gone running never lasts long: out of breath in Colorado, a … Read moreThe End
unlike other famous poets,
I was not born ugly.
In fact, I was angelic,
of the Michael Angelo variety.
I became – I grew into
my Disgusting-ness.
you can not kill our gods
you must kill us, because
you can not kill our spirits.