Jaded Creator

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Poetry on the addiction of creation while feeling uninspired.

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I’m jaded
There’s no meaning
I hate it
Stuck in a slump
Yet, I don’t give a fuck
I can’t give up
Scratch at the wall
Claw away at it all
It’s madness
The choice to struggle
Wage war on the mirror
Sink in a dark place
Let the thoughts get unclear
But that’s the point, I think
When I conquer the monster
With my moves and dancing
When the battlefield is a shrapnel infested graveyard of failed ideas
Scars
To hone the new skills learned
Laws
Squeezed the wisdom from the stone brought home
Analyze the flaws
The sculpture left behind
Proof that I came out the other side the victor
To the crazy
To the mirror
That I faced myself
When I quivered I pushed through
And delivered
Nothing stood in my way
I can say “I’m still here,”
It remains true
Introspection
A writer writes
I find a way and stop whining
There’s always a way

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Stupid Americans

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Poetry commenting on the current state of the U.S.

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Alright
I know we all see the crazy
Pretend we don’t
We just sit and hope the whole show stops cold
And goes lost
What cost before we hop in?
What loss before we give in
Forced to behave like the villain
To win and stop blood from pilling?
It won’t change the strange atmosphere this deranged insane clown premiered
This ain’t no tame game
And we have to play to steer clear
And get the fuck out here
Veer for fear can’t be what drives
We have to strive to stay alive
As time goes by old ways..

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The Boss

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A Poem commenting on America’s current interest in power displays.

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Iron tipped arrow smoking the side
Walk in with nothing but pride
While the stars align
Echo of the nagger
Not good for the office her efforts go to making better
Back up
Back up
Trouble
The office her strapped hand had gone to triggered
Banging headache, figures
From the office her lingering quiver slithers another one up and pulls even quicker
Hit the target with a giant middle finger
Proper execution of the duty happens when rid of the naggers
“Let’s just slate this out of the way so it doesn’t need to be dealt with another day”
Don’t be sleeping away
The office her dreams come from ain’t okay
A building of little cubes packed with slaves
Mindless it stays from day to day
Put on a blue suit and play the game

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Dot Gov

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Poetry commenting on current America

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Chained back
Strapped to the cross
Cross the trap strapped
Stop cops who cross lines to tap hats with led darts
Gucci running the mean streets from tower seats
Clean beaks
Black salty gold drinks

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The Oracle is Immoral

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This throne holds no hope
It’ll choke on gold ‘till broke
A static manic frantic addicts havoc
Systematically
Tear down the thinking man for he thinks too much
Due rush for too hush on lush lust doesn’t’ do much
Tear down Mona for she half smiles too much
Sooth touch the child in denial stand no trial or handcuffs
Yet birds in the air sing angry despair and the guns fire up at the sky
Shoot first, no questions
Blame the suit when in truth is he who blames who’s guilty in truth
But the brain is confusing and powerful too
And a mirror tells the story we allow for it to
Destroy the structure
Accuse another
The way of the Oracle

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Participation Trophy

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Lynching with a diamond necklace
The trap is reckless
Senseless we’re washed to wreck shit
Tested and tossed
Silver tails getting no head
Failsafe implanted under our skin
The trip wire will set fire to the cage
Admired blaze by tied suits with no faces
Gasoline trails to oil spills
Fabled radioactivity but missing places
Hesitating
We’re a hop away and won’t skip a beat
Scared to miss the song
The rhythm is what’s wrong
Words won’t speak and we expect them to stay put beneath our feet
And ask to be heard
How absurd
We’ve been programmed all along

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Detached Eye

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I move through the groves letting the cosmos tell me what to do
Which is to sooth the noobs with crude true statements due
Warm blood thick like oil boils spoiling the noise in the air
Leaving waves, pure, lingering where reality used to be
Perspective is all about incentive and reason for introspection
Objective is the mind of he who lessens his role in the grand design
Listens to the echoes and signs nature leaves behind as features we’re often blind to
‘Cause some guy pointed at a thing and we began to argue

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P.A.A.B.

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And we’re runnin’
Our masks are strapped
Broke into all the shacks
Stole all the guns they refuse to ban
Toss them shits into bags
Pull up to the capital banks
Army soldiers, explosives in hand
Takin’ down doors so the doctors, officers and firefighters can storm the stash
And take their money back
The “leaders” crumbling watching what they consider power topple over
Dying to the people who decide to rise against the structure corruption failed to raise
Thinkin’ something like this would never happen
But it’s here and now
To the streets we flood
Burning the money with the flags
Drenched in blood

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Raise America's Red Flag

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The army of blue and white

Blood color doesn’t matter in this fight

Thin tipped tongue rippin’ quick lipped puns

And the badge got a gun

Slick sippin’ the plot thickens

It’s a stickup better run

Stop thinkin’ the clocks tickin’

Shackles off the rack rattles

The chains dangle the hangman caught

Mangled by the boar whored for a cost

No more golden badges lost

Iron bars and supply jobs

Hard work a dime an hour

The blue king sits tall atop the tower built to compensate for how small the coward really is

And takes a piss on all the little kids

But the rise will come quick

Stickin’ it nice and thick

The demise of the pattern

Nicely we’ll shatter the system

Show them it doesn’t matter and free them

Raise America’s Red Flag

Bring blue and white across the line to meet black

Show them all their blood is red and make a fuckin' flag from that

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Cleaning The Driveway

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Cleaning the Driveway

 

Winter’s cold begins to blow over the old window
White flakes fall as the whistling crescendo comes tall
The panes fog and snow looks like rain on contact, hot
The echo of a metallic scrape takes the climax
Over and over it loops back stuck in the same three second scoop
That shoe rack drips wet next to the dry orange log tossing smoke out the vent
Keeping the porridge warm
Boots out crunch snow loud with the aluminum zoom sound of shoveled pavement
Feels like it’s been days since things have been clear
He’s made it, asphalt no longer needs payment
Complacent, handle is warm
It opens the door steamed rooms and more
Mugged shots of heat to begin its strike at the core

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Headlights, Then Its Dark

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...screams, “STAND CLEAR!”

I wake up unable to move
Doctors covered in blood escorting family out of the room
“He’s back! He’s back!” The excited nurse began to assume
But I’d gone nowhere as far as I knew
“The pressure is dropping!” A doctor screams soon after all of the things go dark and the silence it brings goes far

“Don’t let me lose you.” I hear nearby
I open my eyes and I’m surprised and terrified
Barely holding my grip on the side of a tall cliff
If I fall off I’ll meet death
And I’m confused
But at least I’m not dying on the...

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Protest Later

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Sirens and flashing lights
The loud voices go quiet
The riot dies down
They flash their guns
Badges ready to fire
We’re bystanders frozen in place
As the skin starts the race
Denying what’s right before our faces
“We’ll just protest later”
When it’s clear and we’re safer
Where voicing our thoughts won’t get us in trouble
Won’t involve us in the...

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