These Days…

Dark tunnels

pass

near

rather than

far

present

in

living

when

death

whereabouts

Inside

the head

purely

running around like a two-year-old

on a playground

screaming

loud

under a bleacher

Ahhhh!

Student to a teacher

A+,

plus, plus,

degrees

to the

cleverest

to shoot

for a forecast

life

from the hood

wishing

that they’re

little engine

that

could…

but,

never

overseas

never

overcoming

the stuck

in the yuck

like gum

overwhelmed

to be

scrape off

once

found

beyond dark

shadows

that follows

under pressure

walking.

Burdens

trapped

under

alligator skin

clamping

into

ways to get

into

a death roll

twirling

around

rough tidal waves

crashing

deep in

depths

to

sorrow

until

nothing

left

except

the burdensome

bullet

in my pistol.

Techno SetBacks

As swiftly

as a glance

fierce

looks

vanish

the innocence

away

by crooks

in the foggy

mist

reaching

to destroy

the vulnerable

into

emptiness…

Saying the truth

brings out the real

not many on sensitive

ears can deal

unless,

treading gently

not to offend

those

calculating the

right words

to a fragile

virtual world

of pausing

on

each level to

digest the complexity

of the Now.

Wake up!

Moving backwards

afraid

leads to

a deep

grave…

Stop,

hiding behind

peeking hands

refraining

from the

life truth

staring into

all colored eyes

yet,

reality

they despise

to open

ears

they don’t listen

and

blindly

muted to

nothing

but the

pierce pain

stabbing

away at

the young

generations

wrapped and

absorbed

in social media

gone from

the present and future.

Remember What?

Flashbacks…,

daydreams…,

Nightmares…,

they’ve

come and go

into

memories

of anguish

and spooked

into swirling

illusion and confusion

Woken

into insanity

sailing back

off track

to tailor

defeat…

No, No, No,

not me

anymore…

pressing

reset on the

cranial lobe

of toxic

cancer

eating away

precious

today’s…

Shy

hiding

not

confiding

tried and exhausted

sobbing for

solutions

to

dead this

slow execution

of misery…

No, No, No,

can’t talk

about it,

write

about it,

or even

try to

describe it…,

muting

the

wanna

knows

sparingly

from

an pandora box

filled

of trying not

to

Remember…,

To

how I

wanna be

remembered

as

not

crazy.

It is what it is…?

No ordinary

day

waking up

to the same

old

in a different

sway

stretching out

or

curling in

to stand…,

holding

pressure

boiling

in tight fist

time and Time

to

mirror to Mirrors

laughing,

to a point

To

be

okay

To

breathe

OK,

cool

air of calmness

to

loosen

the strides

in walkbys

past-bys

shadows

and

echos

bouncing

heights on

rocky hills.

Blindfolded

perceptions

brewing

bitterly

grainy

litters

in loads of

stifling mugshots

singing cheers…,

calculated and

devilishly

sunken in deep

riot of rodents

Screaming inside

cloned

outside

waking up

to the same

old

in a different

sway.

One-N-Done

As the World

spins

forward

to depletion…

coral reefs

and

extreme heat

ripples climate

changes

pouring

droughts and wildfires

to sea level

risen in

ordinary people

flourishing

tidal waves

juggling

Time…

choices

out of ozone

happenings

in an

apparent reason

to cherish

the End

of

Sweet Nature…

honey

Kisses

blown

into the

Wind

tagged

to be

sent

into

the deepest

cravings

seizing

hunger

unfiltered

into

the cranial lobe

pounding

to be indulged

by

entertaining fantasy

untied

tangle

from the

Rest…

firmly

Guarded

on

planted

sweet lips

covering

every

destination

desired

to be of indulgence

in

devouring

Smooches

securing

and

embellishing

a King

in

L

O

V

E

marks

painted

Red

in unique

lip-stick

stains

until it’s All DONE…Muahhha…

Changing Lands

Sitting

on a dirt

ground

to listen

to a group

of stories

unveiled

by lives

captured

by

hurt and pain

by

others

weaving lies

and deception

into

a village

lost

from popular

connection.

Lost of traditional heritage,

Snatched.

Attacked by militia and crooked races,

Devoured.

Censored in the media and papers,

Deleted.

Shackled by enslavement,

Defeated.

Bodies abused and whipped,

Mistreated.

Justice and Liberation

for Freedom

anticipated

but

not envision

in a World

facing

destruction

by

divisions.

Up and Far Gone

Out of Space

to the ozone

stars

floating

people

hurt

all over faces

no joy,

no smiles,

justified

bitterness

flaunted frowns

daily

to inhale

gases

suffocating

the air

to breathe

from

humanity

blasting

Rockets

to elevate

the

reprieve

from

destruction

created

to inflate

the Earth

worth to

worthlessness.

Crimes

spikes

gizzards

out of lying

political

throats

to feed to

the starving

in galaxies

close to reach

as Astronauts

helmets

labeled

Police

to

rotating

satellites

crashing down

moribund

normalcy

into

a Black hole.