6 Months

Tricky player, whittle duck, turn around and

what the fuck is the intent for ego driven money lust?

Realizations, some are just dumb, fucked up,

retarded and lost.  You shrug and try but love

is a lie.  A burning hell, what they don’t tell is

the thing that gets you is the smell. Intoxicating,

you lose your mind, every sense you made,

in time, is lost.  But no, that is not  the only cost!

You put up with bullshit, lie and farce

and though she may be your queen of hearts

you’re dropped for a piece of coke dealing trash

with nothing of substance but his worthless cash.

Brainwashed to think love is sex, can’t look beyond

herself to see what’s next.  A break from death,

the tenth it seems, and she still thinks his love is clean.

Denial. Beaten, raped and treated like shit, drug dealing

dago made her quit, her life her “friends”, what

made her great.  Stealing her soul for his lust of twat.

He’s a sex addict, a manipulator but she still believes,

everything through his lying teeth. A nurse with a god

complex, ain’t it grand…. can’t figure her own shit out and

still thinks she can save this worthless excuse for a man.


More truth

“It might already be too late to rescue and resuscitate the humanitarian, peacemaking America that we used to know and love. It might be too late to effectively confront the corporate hijacking of liberal democracy in America. It might be too late to successfully bring down the arrogant and greedy ruling elites who are selfishly dragging our world down the road to our destruction. The rolling coup d’etat of what I call Friendly American Fascism may have already accomplished its goals.

  But there may still be some hope. Rather than being silent about the wars that the war-mongers are provoking all over the planet (with the very willing assistance of the Pentagon, the weapons industry and their lapdogs in Congress), people of conscience need to start learning the whole truth of history, despite the discomfort we will feel (cognitive dissonance) when the truth can’t be ignored any more.

We need to start owning up to America’s uncountable war crimes that have been orchestrated in our names. And then we need to go to the streets, publicly protesting and courageously refusing to cooperate with those who are transforming America into a criminal rogue nation that will eventually be targeted for downfall by its billions of suffering victims outside our borders, similar to what happened to Nazi Germany and Fascist Japan.

Doing what is right for the whole of humanity for a change, rather than just doing what is profitable or advantageous for our over-privileged, over-consumptive and unsustainable American way of life, would be real honor, real patriotism and an essential start toward real peace”



One-Way Train

Expected to know before I grow

What I am to do with the future I hold


Lost along the way

Lonely road

Listen to what they say

What did they say?

Walking roads unpaved…

One-way train


What will tomorrow bring,

Life fulfilled or yncertainty?


Lost along the way

Listen toi what they say

Walking roads unpaved

One-way train


The Rosary

Sideways glances

Safety net

Outbound travelers

Lest they forget


Souls sniffing flame

Happens chance

Comedy stands still

Fireflies dance


Backward walking

Skip a turn

Stuck in a window

Never learn


When Wispy Willows Wilt

I want to rip you open and see if you feel

See if you bleed too

Callous sunshine burns a burn so familiar

It is a beautiful sting

I will not be afraid, the light

On the shore will reappear

You whisper nothings to the night

Reaching for an answer

Carrying light grenades

Wanting to bloom with life anew

Life ends and life begins

Caring for no posterity



Able walking, second chance

Brushed aside at second glance

Out there somewhere

Not finding answers

She is there… riveting

Tears flow at the realization of

What their meeting will mean

The window is ever open… reading

Signs; learning to… release

What is is what shall be

Oil does not mix with water

Stirring does not help

Rare oils rest alone, a savored gift

Viable in small doses