perfectly plastic humanity

platinum lips

titanium hips

because the iron

in our blood

rusts

(that’s trust without the (t)

tinted hearts

plastic tits

lifted eyes

circumcised lies

so we can numb the

guilt of our reality

are you terrified of the

non-chalant

suicide

you commit every day

when you hide behind

all those things

you are not?

a pure heart is such as

long-shot

in this world of

perfectly plastic

humans.

Entombed

my cell door goes

click,clack

balleywack

hacketty yack

latch!

and I’m locked in again..

sealed between

four cement walls

a cement ceiling and

a cement floor

as if.. I were dead and

entombed once more

maybe I die each time

I come in

and maybe I arise each time

I go out that door

maybe!

is this where they send

the lost souls or

the found ones?

is this a safe place

to find god?

what if I don’t?

what if I already have?

what if my mom and dad

don’t forgive me?

what if I die here?

what if I’m already dead?

well..

no worries because

sooner or later

that door will go

click, clack

balleywack

hacketty yack

and I will rise

again

it’s not that life is long

it’s that death is slow

everything you ever wanted

when you let it all

go.

eternally

you cling to life

as if you’re entitled to it

when it was always

just a gift that

if you let go of

would be returned

to you

eternally.

Be-At-Titude

the current of electricity

flows through my veins

i feel it in every beat

and vibration of my heart

be-boom, be-boom, be-boom

like an atom bomb song

stuck pleasantly on repeat

heart

beat

heart

beat

sing

heart

sing

heart

expound, sound, rain

heart

gong

beat

wallop

and stir

and flow

and kill all the

gentle noise

of the mind

and guide me

safetly

blindly

beat by humble beat

repeat, repeat

echo, echo

beat heart

heart beat

Be-At-Titude

love ya,

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jump into the fog

electromagnetic butteries

with bright eyes

and hearts the size of Africa

i know you miss my encouragement

my compliments.

i hear your cries

they echo, echo

in the constant bellow

of the air vents

i feel your tears in my palms

they drippedy drip in the faucet

as your heart contracts

so do your wings

as your heart expands

so do your wings

i need you to flippedy flap them

in these lonely moments

until i return

glittery fluttery them until

you catch a breeze

that carries you free

but recall that breeze end

and you must be prepared to

fluttery fluttery then again

the energy of your heart beat

comes from the same source

and in that way we are always

con-nec-ted

and often

when you lie still to find your heart beat

i am lying still finding mine

and in that moment

we dance together with god

it’s a slow dance

a love dance

it’s entanglement

where my valves and circuits

my veins and wires

shock you and feed you

and make your electromagnetic wings

flippedy flip

flap flap

jump into the fog and let’s dance..

The Best of Luck

the room is folded in two 

and I’m a little blue 

the dove coo’s but 

I can’t see it’s tune 

the notes conclude somewhere 

out of you 

solar flair tempest 

and the answer always

seems so clear 

then changes with a 

new moments atmosphere 

and all of you want to hear, I’m sorry

you were right

I’m crazy and 

I need your help

save me, save me

mommy, dearest; 

pray for me! 

the valley of darkness 

is not conquered in tandem 

in two’s

it don’t sing no fucking duet 

it only swallows one heart 

one reject 

at a time 

but none of you would know that because 

your shoes fear the forest 

you’re too scared to 

even step twice upon the bridge 

you’ll never know life until 

you know 

death 

it’s not even possible 

fear cripples each of you to vapor 

that drifts into the calm harbor 

and rests there until 

anna rises and burns you back 

to hide behind 

your curtains 

death 

can’t hide from acceptance 

nothing can hide from 

acceptance 

my blue will fade with 

the rising sun 

and I will rise, likewise,

to a fresh moment

but your fear haunts you 

even between the fold of your toes 

up in your gums

in every crevice you own 

and I wish you the best of 

luck!

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iron & embers

I read a poem today – 

from a beautiful young woman 

a post lover 

an amazing friend –

that was so exquisitely written 

I’d call it a psalm

she’s a broken butterfly 

fairy dust scraped from her wings

by the child life caress of 

life

cacooned once more because 

her pirate god sailed beyond 

the moon drunk, sun parched 

horizon again 

damn him, love him, can’t escape him 

I remain 

and she knows this 

but she fears one day I won’t 

and she believes on that day 

she’ll die.

she has been loyal and honest for years 

she has sacrificed 

she has loved purely, albeit humanely

and feels that should be enough 

to forge Cherubim’s sword 

protect her paradise 

from the blackened steel end 

hot orange embers 

my andvil has been struck (X) billion times 

a gong that rumbles earth plates

to a quake.

when beaten 

hot as hells forge on a no cloud, blister day

I have enough iron and embers 

in my dense andvil heart to kill

or love all of you 

I choose love 

my heart valves sheen with diamonds as

the non-synthetic oil breeds

it’s way like the flame of a 

mad bitch dragon

from my andvil heart

to her broken butterfly wings 

you can’t cage eternal life,

this I’ve said before 

With love, 

1007.

Concrete Clothespins

I listen 

to these kids 

(because most of them are kids)

swap exaggerations 

all day and all night 

they’re masculine facade 

their badass tough guy

filters in and out of 

air vents

because it’s that thin 

that see through 

that porous 

that viscous 

they talk prison 

they talk fights

they tough up 

and out 

and their little 

hearts shake 

like cot

grasshoppers 

every one of them 

would run if you said

they could 

their mothers know

they are not men

so they are faking

all the stage lighting 

so of course they worry

and dread for them 

they moan for them 

cry and weep for the boys 

they pray will one day be 

men 

(maybe)

I don’t intimidate them 

the smell and sight of godly confidence 

is evident to every man 

and woman

it’s something both fascinating 

and scary 

it lingers much longer 

settles in the pores of the temples

hides in the memory drums

and seeps forth 

hours on end 

why do you do this, to these children?

they’re scared as edgy antelope 

they need attention 

not concrete clothespins to hang by 

and dry 

I cry for them because 

they’re too scared to tell you

and themselves the

TRUTH.

and I cry for them because 

you’re too self absorbed to

HELP.

and I cry for you too because..

you’re lazy heart will cost you 

much dearer in the 

END. 

Comfort Food

I am surrounded by criminals, the fringe, the outcasts, the drunks and drug addicts and thieves and robbers and even worse

I love these people 
they are my peeps

I don’t always love their behavior; they are far from perfect like me

but they are raw and exposed because they’ve been caught and there’s nothing left to hide

there’s no makeup to cover the scars and maggot infected wounds in jail

they have to find peace in guilt and shame and concrete and steel and cold ass iron

all is stripped away, like Jesus in the tomb

theses people were his people too

we are alike JC and me in that way

the losers are winners to us to me

we don’t fear the human imposed consequences… well, maybe some of them do but I don’t and that is a comfort to them

dear Christians, to whom will you give comfort to today?

or, will you simply comfort you?

it’s a question most of you will either feel guilty about when you read or you will react defensively and say: who is he to speak? he’s a thief in prison…

but deep down, god knows your heart and my heart no matter our physical location

and I love u even if ur no outcast…

find ur hrtbt. 
hold it tight. 
love it pure and right.

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The Veil

feather bows and graphite arrows like the purity of our hearts in today’s times 

so soft and brittle and easy to sway and shatter

no discipline, no strength to say no, no boundaries 

this is hard, but worth the love

wise men always flee society: 
gurus to caves, Jesus to the desert… maybe I keep finding myself here as a means of veiling myself from society

the veil is so thin and yet so thick

I fear for us, I fear, I fear

thump goes god inside each of us

find your beat and hold it tightly

love, 
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