plastic cuts

I am one American, fragmented.
My soul is half plastic and half
bits on a computer.
We question our very own
and desire our necessities,
and all the you believe
blindly what's prescribed to be
BLIND FAITH
as you desire to be a tool.
What utopian destiny can be
constructed from plastic cutouts?
God turned into money, guns, music,
cocaine, war, oil, garbage and plastic.
The temptation to make stone into bread
represents the material girl
worshiped as spiritual in the last century.
All the while we push harder on the gas
to go nowhere.

anger management

Someone told me that I am an angry person and that it's unhealthy to be so angry all the time. * them! So what if I'm angry. Why not be angry? There are plenty of things that are totally screwed up and worth being angry about. Personally I think it's unhealthy to be so pathetic and totally lame all the time. I have a word for people like you: mediocre. These are people that are too stupid to vote because they are too lazy to have an opinion about anything. "Why vote? It's not like my vote counts anyways." Yeah you dumbass, it doesn't count because nobody cares what a lousy uninformed moron like yourself thinks anyways. Nobody cares about it.
I probably vote so I feel like I have more of a right to complain all the time when dumb$$$$$ get elected to be governer and dipshits get elected to be president. Welcome to america, what a country!

shoes

Today my shoes are blue. They carry my far and in between and they are blue. Just like my coffee cup and my old pair of levis. Dependable pants. Blue.
The sky is gray today, like the stripes on an old american flag faded after years in the sun. The old stripes, strands, sentences and words; vocabulary all mixed in my head confused.
My pants are blue, but I am not blue. The light reflects off of the wood in the ceiling and makes me look orange instead.. but my mood is blue.
Today I am done with one thing and move on, to another thing. Everything looks the same but it isn't. essentially the same.
Spit looks foamy, but when the foam is gone it is still spit.

note

modern era technological projections
induced distractions and contraptions so
hardcore intense extreme
America is living in a dream

I awoke one day to find
my mind trapped by freedom
electronically encoded and packaged in plastic

unity took liberty to write history
as fiction and
science fiction evolved into reality

eternal sleep

While waxing my brain to remove the lint
my hunger for Taco Bell grew like a dinosaur:
consumption of so many intense hot-saus-paks,
flying taco saucers wrapped in nachos, cheese
melted down to the size of a super-roach,
beans running down my chin..
But Subway was a closer walk
and the spicy Italian had no mercy at all.
The salty meat adsorbed into my blood stream
inducing a state of hibernation in record time,
five hours later I wake up in my clothes -
what happened?

Space Supremacy

Space supremacists fight for freedom
by putting the rods of God into orbit.
Radioactive droppings from space owls
penetrate from the edge of the sky,
near space becomes fear space.
God's uranium rod shot out of uranus.
Futuristic space lasers cost more than a
nation's education and freedom.
Arms race = space supremacy.
Then deny deny deny.

orange-hot afternoon

Yesterday I crossed two short lanes
in orange-hot heat. The sun cast
rays through blue and white dotted veins
of clouds tirelessly drifting rains
to mysterious wonders past.

Once shaded I loosened my slacks,
smelled soft foam and the aroma
of ground wood, nutmeg and burnt wax.
I stamp down steps just to relax
and drift to a noontime coma.

My eyes opened by shutting tight,
picturing a day without sound
I heard the world colorless. Bright
with satisfaction and delight
I leaned on roots stuck in the ground.

Invisible water travels
not so silently, drifting by
the green mulch of plants and gravel
to float up sails that unravel
in winds mixed with laughs and soft cries.

Confinement

silence and stillness blue star at night
thin layers of paint peel back
thin ice sliding about to crack
revising revealing riding confide
all at once fast flowing liquid inside
deep realization sacrificial lamb black
smoke rising from beneath the ashes
divine intervention maturity prevention
gasping for air scratching at the ice again
encircling lines withering fading away
dots dithering white
snakes slithering swimming in the sand
pushing the limits of what matter can understand
reveal inner workings twist it
turn springs tight back spinning right
cock the lever back click and aim
scrape off the skin we look the same
talk through the dark screen hiding
deliver whispers bombs dark flushed dreams
white pointy hats that flow
white smoke that burns things
silk sheets stained red at the seams
scratching the surface with no way through
gasping for air until my skin turns blue

Break

don't let your rituals drag the world around
open up your mind stand up and take control
take one step closer and listen to my plan
I've got a secret recipe a child can understand
look through the murkiness reinvent your purpose
life is short so don't waste it as a sham
you don't have to fly to see above the bullshit
you can walk just fine with your feet on the ground
forget the government, forget religion
the strongest medicine's suspended in your mind
break free break free break free is this how you want yourself to be?
insecurity mediocrity forget the past we're all the same inside
if you are truthful then you'll have nothing to hide
no more dark shadows no devils at your side
don't ask forgiveness represent your actions
don't be mislead by the voices in your head
redirect the robot tangle up their wires
send out the message we won't take their shit no more
break free break free break free is this how you want the world to be?

Dead baby seals

I club baby seals dead
for their fresh pelts and fat to make
shoes, purses, wallets watches and hats.
I club them on the head with a
wooden baseball bat.
I like hotdogs and sno cones
red ice shaves the best.
I skin 'em alive way faster than the rest!
56 bucks a pop is a lot to get paid, and
we've got to bring home the bread
so we can get laid.
I club baby seals dead,
club them right in the head!
Since there's no money for carp,
let's crack out the harp.
They're breeding too fast
'bout time for a raid.
String 'em along, quick money to be made.
Dancing green bills spin in my head
dancing on thin ice tinted dark red.

Aftermorning

Create something beautiful
in the morning as the sunlight creeps
through the blinds.
Craft deviate connect and deploy
dreams into bundled sheets on the floor.

Ideas come to an abrupt end.
Such lost wonderous thoughts
sitting upon my head like
delicious window displays
passed by in an instant.

Greatness

Greatness surrounds
but it often hides.
Look close, see it everywhere
-so many different ways.
Don't stray far and
find hidden treasure,
dig where people walk every day.
Simple and great,
yep it blends into the far back.
We miss these when they suddenly
evaporate in the heat of the sun.

Material Thoughts

Our thoughts are physical absolute,
get in touch with the truth and resolve that
many minds unrealized still reach the world around
faster than the speed of sound.
Instantaneously connected to a much
greater landscape past the first found
walking along the shallow waters
from shores of our consciousness.
Walk with me,
feel the waves of the physicality and
become intertwined within your deep destiny.
Listen to my words; leave the rest to me.
Follow the sweet sirens song
of your mind drifting on beyond,
thinking without acting can affect the world resound.

raise up efforts above resistance
maintain goals with the greatest persistence
minds will realize
shape the clays of the soft earth
form this flexible reality
raise up the efforts above the resistance
shift isolated destinies to the left
increase the energy beyond the upper cleft
activate the downfall, positive reaction
pass the energy to the greatest persistence
shift it to the right .
set back the record giving power to the faction
examining the bill in the light

A thought cannot be unmade,
consider the result of the eggs you laid.

Systematically touching upon subtle interactions
between closed cells and those lying far beyond
almost beyond the reach of sound.
Uncovering discoveries once hidden but soon to be found.
Withhold from those who prey and pick at the bones of the dead that lay
on the holy and sacred clay
of a country we intake and display
our love for our nationality, existence and pray.
For our enemies will dissolve within us,
become peaceful, melt into our ideology,
synchronize themselves with our deep desires
for utopian society and equilibrium.
The reaction accumulated to a piled perfection
of poetry and art separated from the deception,
reality raised to the higher perceptions.
Let our souls be free and realize our dream conceptions.
Observe the truth behind secret elections
slipping quietly beneath mass detection
in white rooms lacking illumination
vibrating harmonies of lost imagination,
and our souls break from engineered society.
Revel in control of genetic profanity,
life trapped in codes of letters numbering our days.
Cycle through the life curved by bills we think we pay.

Accumulation

Some places are truly quiet-
like giant sealed vaults of salt
but expansive, oh expansive
even more so than the open sea

and darker than the thickest black
tar coal char dust stuck
on the insides of train engines.
A mystery of nature.

rehash

red hot robodexter walks into class for another semester
discussing disgusting anatomy, chemistry with a complex economy
disfavoring the botany with the exception of fungi and weeds
keeping in mind his or her personal needs
and the favorite flavor of the day is blueberry
juicy, sticky and ex-ter-a hairy
my spe-cial-ty in molecules of this sort
can tell you the pH of this soil is too low- much too low
needs to be higher by an order of magnitude or so
and while you're at it add a teaspoon of nitrate concentrate
straight from this special tube imported from Canada-
I'll be keepin' an eye or two on you through my slit sunglasses
watching the oranges fly through the window with my pajamas
and Kermit the frog playing the banjo blastin' on the freakin' radio
the alminum foil peeling off the windows like just this lead paint on my plate
who cares, the gas concentration is so high I just might faint
I still have ten minutes left on this final, till I can be a wino
but as long as I pass the class I'll be doing fine though.

Post-Connection

Complexity unraveled like a long tangled thread
tediously
patterns emerge
are we really all just bad copies
If you copy the Mona Lisa is it art?
of eachother and ourselves even-
scars make us grow like bonsai
dwarved in these hollow rooms we call homes.
who gets enough sun these days anyways?
musings or complaints.

we can look forward to an increasing number of connections
and more choices
even if they are similar
and more television programming
even if nothing is on anyways
there will always be commercials
to energize our eyes

Structures

These tiny structures that are so small they might not exist
have intricate features of amazing detail according to their
shadows...
possibly hand puppets of the devil for all we know.
If we could shrink ourselves down to that small scale
and dissect the world with powerful x-ray vision
maybe we would feel like tiny gods
or small insects.

Beats of Insanity

I take up the mission of a new hip hop physician
to doctor these rhymes bending to submission
while I stand here, deliver, put out the dishin'
in response to the pretenders desperatly wishin'
that they could break away from the beats of insanity
to press the panic buttons of this sad reality
my style is fresh and unrehearsed
the newest body in this universe
call me the comet of creativity
the most impressive light since the nativity
and if you can't see what's obvious to me
this can of soup called misery
democracy hypocrisy and scientific wizardry
then your mind will never try to break free
your iron chain sap all your energy
you're tethered to this pole you see
tied back lashed and weathered, bleached
you don't exercise your freedom called speech
your words are empty, have nothing to teach
when your mind is empty, you have nothing to preach
washed away wisdom these schools has once taught
free love is myth: happiness can be bought
isn't that what the directors just shot?
hit snooze drink booze and grow your own pot
conviction is addiction you choke on your own snot
suffer from tooth decay while your body sits and rots
you're high on this roller coaster cruizin the new chronic
depression is the question there's no place to go but down
turn around, fight
wrong with right
keep the line tight
let bait take the bite
make the date - master your mind
you could be amazed what you might find
a gold mine of intelligence recrystallized
full of thoughts conceptions that we idolize
virgin cells of immaculance revitalized
uplifting sifting the sands of permanance
to make a beach of sky songs
tag along, these footprints are yours
indentations to be remembered long
after reprints of philosophy dissolve society
and religion breaks apart from critical piety
to usher in to the new mind meme game
digitized thoughts bite bits of blasphemy
raising the spirit to a higher fame
sink the boat fly the plane it's all the same
as long you hold your head up above shame
otherwise your existence is nothing but lame
some stars are so bright we get blinded by the light
confused by impressiveness and visual delight
to complete the expression brake the ties that bind
and fufill the joys of being one of mankind

Morning Truck

buzzing
zap
click click click
click
clock ticks tacks time racks
reasonably late irate irritated
crack crack crack
stretch the lines longer
smootly drift and melt the phases
of the moon and sun into a syrup
tack tack tack
the new prices roll in
right out the back go the unusable
pieces and parts of lives all mixed
clunk clunk clunk
right into the truck
dripping out the rusty bottom
only to return the next day at the same time
breathe
in out in
the people go back
and forth and back again

American Dream

american dream
movie without a theme
do you like Tony the T or Krispy the K
what's your favorite color red or blue
do you care what the world thinks of you
and if you did what would you do?

Live Fantastically

enough with the philosophy superficial
laughing the lyric, tenuous hypothetical
trying to mould reality comb clay cast the past
facts are facets and ideas interpretation
only orthorhombic lattices of our imagination
mighty like magnetite sulfur or olivine
deliver the message deity directly
manifest the go between
suspect the in-between
wrapping up the package with
sea salt and inosine
like glossy made pictures
ripped from the magazine
manifest destiny's cultured calamity
with the freedom to think about
the freedom to shout it out
and not have to live without
these choices to choose from
to live hard and die young
to live young and die hard
rethink the brand name that makes
your resources plastic
templating the misery into your destiny
break free from the tray and live life fantastically

Lone Nail

a lone nail gets nippedclipped and veered back
close to the edge
and teetering on the lip of
sensitive detection and barrenness

an uninvited weird welcomeness
humbled in desirous mystery and tranced
by narcotic perfumes from exotic lands

on the blue fuzz rug in the dark
surrounded by ancient tomes and
the armor of forgotten knights.

unititled

A passionate attempt to reach new heights
rising with fire flares hot like the sun.
Instant icy frost drops chipping from the sides
a little below the casual indentation of the back.
Silently the disconnected cargo falls helpless
through chilling winds flying without wings,
but supported by delicate threads like a cocoon
carefully deposited in the warm bosom
and engulfing connection of the deep sea.

What's Crackin

hey what's crackin
a little wild, intoxicated
but honest, sincere: energetic
a little old bay will make it taste
fine
oh yeah
let's make a new song today
something to remember for a long time
a tall tale about all tall boys
with twenty fours and a can of mace
remember when we were all crazy
that other day?

Cycle

dead leaves fall to the ground
recycled
trees turn into paper
burned
mountains crumble into compact cars
developed
photographs capture an existence
evolved
things change

the need for a start is a good way to realize things
self reflection can occur when patience wears thin
we are all entangled in a weird existence
isn't being there for another person more important
than relaxing occasionally
hopefully our will can grow like trees
and become strong and dependable

For the insane world that doesn't seem to understand bizarre unless it comes with beats that sound like bleats from sheeps in my sleep. The recent acquisition of the chrome plated megaphone of destiny makes for effective removal of lint and dustbunnies if you add at least two parts isopropanol and one part surgical precision. Annoys neighbors that hate tonal unpredictability. Makes sounds with the consistency of lumpy gravy, which does well to stick to shag carpet. Not as entertaining as ten angry weasles trapped in a telephone booth with two naked bishops. At least it pisses off the hippies.

Cactus

pale cactus
doesn't get much taller
single dusty cobweb strand
two dozen pebbles
dirt needs to be changed
light's too dim
anyways
your twin is shorter

Meaningful matter.
Our conceptions complexified
unnecessarily and should surely be truncated,
                           forming foundations.

           Another try
is sometimes necessary
to get the point
completly.

Even then, words
will water
down the
essence.

At what point does rain become a storm?

Pools

Another late night reflection.
Musky yellows and orange
from dusty headlights
shimmer on the surface of
carefully gathered pools,
drainage from the new pavement
into old crusty potholes
illuminating my home.