Bald Eagle
/From a red country white wings fly over the blue sea
Hungry to get stronger mechanical birds explode
Toss the whole egg carton, one is spoiled
Tell the meal back home it’s to keep them safe
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Glass Stares Back
/We wander staring down at each other’s faces in our grips
Polite contact made of plastic
Yet, nature has been webbed and netted
Woven in such a way that its original form is no longer distinguishable
Outraged trees burn oxygen and perspective looks elsewhere
Recycle
Dark Out
/...by prison bar streets with weaponized infant car seats. And this all happen last week. The future seems quite bleak.
A 40, a blunt, bitches, a fatherless child. A badged crooked blue suit with a slanted smile, gun to the back of the head of a deadbeat teen, nearly a child.
Black lightning invisible against the dark night. Sky scrapers grin down at the prisons they supervise. High steaks and red eyes, high eyes and red steaks are the prize.
Diminish where the finish line is and listen for the crimes hissing by. Whispers hidden in plain sight pissing on the little guy. Whizzing rounds...
Read MoreThe Puppet Master
/Strings dangle tangled in a mess of arms and legs bobbling and jiggling in response to the puppet master
Dolls only think they’re alive, but little do they know their story is controlled by the man behind the curtain
A great pretender lies to the audience and claims entertainment is the reason
Lustful pleasure from the power of control, manipulation of behavior and circumstance
The grand narrative of the underdog rising to the challenge
An audience presents with suspended disbelief and begs for an escape from the mundane nature of reality
The disguise of a tragic story is the most escape from Post-Modern society most will ever encounter
Morbid outrage fills the emotional gap within the jaded viewers
They watch for as long as the shows lasts, for all ends and internal sensation is a rare artifact
The Old New
/The echoes of art bounce off the walls of innovation
Influence is comparable to teaching the method to someone hopeful to improve form
Replication with alteration
The new design inspired by the old blueprints
Tower tops have nifty middle parts stationed on a foundation
Brick stacking with warped familiarity and enhanced complexity
Synonymous with imitation is the act of creation
Working on Words
/I’m busy flipping words. Not sure what you’ve heard, but these syllables are at least inferred. Madness has occurred, yet, with that bird aimed at your herd all I’ve been told is how much to curse. Insane letters swapped with better, hotter ones. Soon to hear what’s not in stores but has got the cure.
Read MoreWet Words
/White letters keyed aboard the white canvas, elegant strokes of the ego by delicate hands
The vivid gateway hiding inside the skull must be romanced when explored
Understood fully from outside before opening the door in
Brush ink gentle as bright syllables speak for themselves
A pen that paints the page is the goal
Towers
/...packed detail into layers under the surface. Excess fat gets cut and disposed of to expose the purest diamonds remaining amongst the rubble of applied pressure and infrastructure collapse. The wisest minds construct complicated yet delicate geometric intricate patterns in stories erected alongside others that are all held together by their singular thread. If pulled, then shattered, shredded. Marble sentences crushed into single words with universes compressed into every letter in ways that’ve not been heard. A fantastic graveyard of blurry vistas, colorless paintings...
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Blue on Black Crime
/...shut up and stay. On your knees and don’t move, you don’t want to know what happens if you do. What’s in your pocket? A fucking knife? Trying to gamble with your life? Don’t have a wife or someone who cares if you don’t return tonight? Pathetic. Open your mouth and eat this. That’ll teach you a lesson. To walk around these streets with a weapon and threaten civilians. ‘Cause you don’t know no better”
“No. I know my rights and I refuse to do degrading shit to amuse you”
“Who the fuck you think you’re talking to?”
“I’m talking to you...
Prideful Chill
/...contained and applied when the time is right
Used in sync with the stars alignment
To intricately design the electromagnetic mine
Meant to blow the mind, reboot, reintegrate it
A pile of failed attempts at being poetic
Frankenstein and other synthetics
There’s a goldmine somewhere
It’s written in pen, I remember, I read, I wrote it
Questions plague decisions and the precision of the answer
If a million disasters are what it takes I’ll accelerate just to get there faster
Liberated and unconcerned...
The Candle's Life
/...Faint heat
Rapid growth
Tall and bright
Illumination
Long life keeping things visible for those around
Low flame
About to burn out
The candle is all but evaporated
Dim
Near dark
Walls swallowed behind the ever growing void
Resistant fire stands...
Obsessed Creator
/...blunt jerk, tall, not high but working on it.
I’m not creepy, the uneasy feeling you get from me is simply that I’m lying to you about everything I say. I try to tell you the things you’d like to hear just so you keep me near. When the time is right and I acquire the things I came...
Create Cathartic Torture
/...hope and dreams
Perpetually dangling where barely reachable
Walking off the cliff is the only way
To grab it by the horns and give it a name
Desperately dancing around a dying flame
Asking the rain gods to be merciful
Epiphany...
Thugventures
/...wrong words
Intersecting points of doubt
Hide and seek to the right moves and choices
Left behind
Stopped walking
To stand in line
Too hip to hop off
Dropped and lost
Weighing the cost
Of bad and worse
The body or the driver of the hearse
Where the trigger is first pulled
Or where...
Read MoreHouse Party
/Four babies
Three baby daddies
Two addicts
One baby mama
With a brand new car
Nails done
Club dress
Stoned heels
Mad grown
Career by a pole
Independent woman
Extended family
Secrets
Shhhh
Failing immune system
Cam girl
Natural causes at 30
Questioning Art
/...is it nonsense or is it art since we made it?
What if I make it faded?
Is it intentional or subconscious?
Does it go back to being nonsense?
Does it need to be created?
Or is nature enough to name it?
If a paint can materializes midair over a white page spills and paints it all red, yet across the earth I decide to paint only red on the empty page.
Are they both art?
Are they both the same?
The difference can’t be seen.
And I only took part in the one in front of me.
Must it be beautiful for it to be considered art?
Is art incapable of being ugly and dark?
Is there no objectivity to what it is?
Is it subjectively bound to what the individual decides of it?
Can it be wrong if it’s someone independent view of the world regardless of how cruel it comes out?
Can art be...
Before The End
/The rumble of the earth quaking viciously collapses entire mountains and erupts volcanos firing bright orange magma. The neutral sky rains blood as the clouds part blasting a black mist beam onto the ground below, ungodly rays.
The leafs and bark on all the trees go dark and fall leaving an ash graveyard.
Wings on the Adonis with a golden glow falling from the sky, staff in hand, slow the drop and halt him atop those watching below.
The clergy united side by side with the fight for power, the celestial cowards bent on resetting the mindset to maintain control. Mere hours before the kid shows.
The last stand. Allister watches from above, crown on his head fist of his left hand eager to overthrow the old way. He must rule over those lost and show them the cost if they disobey.
Allister preaches of the day they’ll wreck for reckoning. The troops ready for war.
Read MoreDarkness is the Ally
/...become two three walled rooms
Catching fire, burning more so to the roof
Blown out windows, asphyxiation
Truth, last thought, atheist’s hesitation
Black cloud like spirit pivots out
Twisted grin, shouting laugh, eyes caved in
Twitching flesh...