Back to Square One

 Well...

We got nothing.

But we still got each other.

Tell that to the Landlord.

Cause the bank's not delivering interest.

On a negative balance.

Hell, no.

They don't do that.

Cause I asked.

Wall Street isn't clean. 

It's the dog and pony show.

Criminal Show is more like it.

Yeah! It's the truth.

No one makes a dime,

Unless someone else makes a dollar.

But at least the music guides me.

To that "Holy Land".

It's what we were promised.

And lied about.

Until then,

Until that time...

We dance.

For those that didn't make it.

It Is Important

Care.

I do.

Believe it or not.

I deeply care for all of you.

It's just that most of you would burn yourselves alive if I left you with the power to take care of yourselves.

You'd kill, you'd destroy and annihilate.

You'd hurt anything within grasp.

You'd lie, you'd cheat, you'd rape any man or woman or child that you could.

That's just the degenerate type of people that occupy most of the population right now.

All I can do currently is limit the amount of abuse you can do.

You do see.

I love you all.

It's why I do what I do.

At least until science and technology progress to the point where I'm no longer necessary.

The truth is I'm content with that future.

When I'm finally gone.

Just a name on a page of history.

The world will finally have become a better place to live.

I created the Utopia.

At that point.

I can let go.

I promise the future.

I've already gone there.

I look forward to watching it all unfold.

To see how intelligent we can really be when freed.

A marvel to behold.

A thing of beauty.

EROTIC FUNNY POETRY

POEM 1:

I ejaculated just now inside of you.
Oops. I'm sorry.
Can I get you a towel?
Or a Plan B pill?
Thanks for the 7 minutes of fun.
Haha, now we're parents.
I'm glad we bonded over our hatred of all politicians.
While intoxicated.
Also, I'm not wealthy at all.
Fight the Power!

POEM 2:

Spread Eagle.
Doggystyle.
Fuck like Rabbits.
Hung like a Horse.
Fuck like Animals.


Nah, most are an Amoeba.
Asexual beings.

POEM 3:

I need fucking
Love
In my life.
The End.

POEM 4:

Turn down the lights,
Turn on the music.
Turn off the oven,
You'll start a fire
In the kitchen that way.
My heart is pumping,
Because alarms are going off,
I should exit the building.

Trust in

A man, beaten by the old republic, and his ego

His skin color is of chocolate tones, with callused fingers.

He's in his 60s or so

Wearing dark shades in the early evening

With a white baseball cap with no logo, and a burly mustache

He wears a sweater and sits at the front of the bus

It's 80 degrees today

He talks loudly. A little too loudly

I am sitting in the middle section of the bus, trying to read

He's so loud I cannot pay attention to my fiction

So today I will listen to someone's reality

He yells out in conversation to a woman who does not care

He recently retired out of the union

He did construction

He carried Sheetrock

He carried bricks

So now his body has paid for it

She still does not care, but nods in hopes of him shutting the hell up

His legs no longer work the way they used to

He's in pain, only when he walks, he jokes

The problem with life

The problem in every country

See, 20 dollars is nothing, he explains

It's inflation

Inflation is the problem

Someone get this man a drink

You see, he says, it's me

I take the bus

For fun, kind of

One really gets to know their city using public transport

I spend my day rubbing shoulders with gays, lesbians, transphobes, and the Jews

The young, the old, the rich, the poor - regular folk

The blacks, the whites, the Asians, the angry women and men

Atheists, Agnostics, Jesus freaks, and raging wannabe politicians

They feel I am one of them somehow

And I am, kind of

If not a phony one, an honorary one

I accept them for who they are and I hope they accept me

It's an unwritten statement until now

Trust in me

I'll do my best

Deso Iso

I wish for more fires

Sometimes to burn

Sometimes to inspire

The heat is what I crave today

And for tonight

Warmth is what I need

Forever is my grasp

The body doesn't like when fire

Is not inside

Without it

I'm desolate and isolated

With it

I'm mixed all into ball of energy and fury

Creating and destroying in my path

Roaring, never wanting to be captive

Or captivated

Like the hearts of all lovers

Except when it finally does happen

And everything is alright

Te Amo Horchata

 Horchata

So much

Rice

So much

Vanilla

What goes good with horchata?

It's tacos

it's burros

Also known as burritos

What goes good with tacos and burros?

It's red sauce

It's green sauce

It's orange sauce too

And more tacos

Horchata

Is numero uno

It's my favorite drink

Tied with cerveza

Te amo horchata

Horchata

Mythical [Make a Dragon Your Way]

Take an ordinary lizard into your care. 

Personally, I find orange lizard hues to work best and make the best dragon.

Any lizard you find will do the trick though: Green, brown, camouflage, orange.

Take the ordinary lizard and feed it with enlarging potions daily.

• 1 1/2 ounces of Star of Anise, crushed and fermented with a half liter of vinegar and 5 spoons of blackened Pink Himalayan salt. I find these in the Mediterranean section of most grocery stores. If you cannot find it, there is always the local mom 'n' pop online alchemy shops available to purchase from.
• A full bucket of whale blubber; sift and rinse thrice.
• 10 dozen drops lemon essence (or if not available use 1/2 a bushel of lemon zest).
• 4 cups guacamole, organic.
• A giant pinch of red chili powder. Be careful of using too much here. You want your dragon to breathe fire onto enemies, not to get indigestion!
• 20 cloves garlic if you believe vampire dragons to be making a comeback anytime soon.
• 1 pint of human virgin blood. This counters the acid in the garlic.
• 2 legs of lamb - still hairy and hooved.
• 4 bay leaves.

Take all dry ingredients and give the lizard a bath in it with the sunlight fading into the moonlight. If the sun and the moon are visible at the same time, you may do it only once that day. Do not proceed during an eclipse. Give the lizard any of the listed liquids throughout the duration. 

After approximately 26 days and 27 nights, the lizard is now large enough to qualify as 'dragon-sized'. You may now proceed with the rest of the spell.

Do not use shampoo to clean the skin. A lot of folks don't realize that evolving lizards/young dragons are naturally oily and they need it for their scales to shed properly. You may use a light conditioner weekly, if desired. Nothing coconut scented.

Rub an officially recognized beard and balm oil (again nothing coconut scented!) into the scalp of the lizard daily to keep them fresh and smelling good. 

Once their wings start growing, your work is done. Check in regularly to make sure their nails are smoothed out, but generally everything they do is now self-cleaning. Remember to speak in soft tones and never get them mad.

Congratulations! You've made a dragon from scratch. 

Essence

Of everything

Life-giving

The major components of being

What will it be... when we're fully machines?

Water, rain, oceans

In 2030

Might not be a necessity

I don't know

I wish I did

For the sake of humanity

I wish I did

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Metalled Wood

We used paper and metals as currency

When the System thought it was backed by precious metals and such nonsense

All is precious

Back to paper

It's thin wood

Lots of paper is thick wood

Why not just hand me over a branch as payment?

Same fucking difference

It's all baloney anyway

Meant to persuade us to idolize the System

And not like the most precious thing we have

OURSELVES

Value the people

Value life, especially your own

Take care of yourself first then buy the fancy mirror for your future apartment rental

Nobody needs paper money anymore

Except the Drug Dealers

Politicians and Mobsters

People cheating on their taxes

Of course the taxes cheated them first so

I guess it's a draw.

Matches

Swipe right on me

On my app on my phone

I'm acting like I'm not lonely

On my app on my phone

Swipe right on me

On my app on my phone

I act rich and show off big muscles

On my app on my phone

Please match with me

On my app on my phone

So I won't cry in my bed tonight.

Short Long

No pretense

I do it

I, which thrive in chaos

I, that, control chaos

Daily

I take my time

I don't need to be the world's greatest poet

All I need is to be me

My self-care is not paying attention to others

Not caring for what they do

They can all fight for trivial awards

I can use those plaques for kindling

There is no need to push

It takes too much brain power

Everything should be free

Everything should come naturally

Shelter, food, water

Stability, love, happiness

Safety, hope, peace

Free, free, free

I'll still work for a big screen TV though

I do like my home entertainment to be legendary.

in the beginning and in the middle

It used to be sex, and oddly enough

Sex brought me into my middle life, and with it, my daughter

I am a creature of habit

I used to go after orgasms

But now I go for being the right example

As a father

It makes me smile

Knowing that the sex that brought me so much joy

Brought me something even more joyous in my everyday way of life

My kin

My everything now

It's so weird to connect the two but that's

Just how it is

A simple connection

Of a complex connection

Love and sexual passion brought

Another being into my everyday

Someone that continues and continues

To bring joy in my every way

Just by being the adventurer she is at 3 years old

Every time I say something or ask her questions

I know what I'm doing - kind of

I'm teaching her mass critical thinking

Even more of an ironic deal I've been given

Is that when she experiences new things

It gives her joy

Which seeing her do that is also a new experience

For me.

Post Modern Economy

I'm seeing landscaping people work in between the rain today

It used to be they'd take the day off and spend it with their families

I'm back in writing mode

Remembering the old ways of our American lifestyle

I forgot how much more quiet it is in my head

While outside my city it's rumbling with fire and anger

From the generally humbled population

Of lesser-known writers and other artists

Labor trends in entertainment

We all work harder and longer

We made it - A Post Modern Economy

While the city is rumbling with fire and anger inside of it

This time it's because of the time

Politics season

So now the people all of a sudden have an opinion

I, of course, am happy with an appetite of a woman's loving embrace

As we enjoy our red wine at the end of the night

Watching from a distance

The yelling man on Santa Monica Boulevard wearing a bra

His insides burn with fire and anger inside of him

If only anyone could understand why he yells at the top of his lungs

In front of the 7-11

While Duran Duran plays on our speakers

"Hold on a minute", I say as I put on my slippers

I grab $10 in cash - the last freedom we have is paper

The yelling man sees me walking up in pajamas

The fire in his eyes cannot be controlled

He begins his salutations to me by screaming in my face

But unknown to him, I can take a punch

I stare him down until he calms like a puppy for just a moment

That's not why I'm here so I bring the cash out

"This is for you," as I wave the money in his face

Without even a blink of his eye, he grabs it

And runs off into the depths of the neighborhood behind us

I go back home and enjoy the quiet of the night once more

At least until a new political season begins or ends.

Perception of Advice to No Avail

I'm incredibly creative. I make things out of nothing.

Sometimes I get paid.

I met an agent. He told me he didn’t like my given name. 

Said I should shorten it. Make it more “accessible”. 

I told him I would think about it. 

He’d keep coming up with new names for me, to see if I’d bite. 

Again and again I told him I liked who I was and who I am becoming.

He gave up and we moved on.

I brought a new project to him.

He said it was wonderful, but it wouldn’t sell.

Offered to make me the next big thing if I made less thought-provoking material.

I said I don’t like junk. 

He said my future bank account wouldn’t care.

He gave me a book recommendation on sales and I gave him a recommendation back:

A book on mathematics by a self-taught mathematician.

He said he’d heard of the author.

But he wouldn’t read it because the author didn’t make millions in sales.

I argued that some authors don’t always make millions in sales.

He never got that numbers are an imaginary thing.

He never got me any work but bought me lunch at a fast-food restaurant one time.

Talked about the biggest name in his industry as if they were friends.

I looked them both up on Facebook. They were not friends.

He’s no longer my agent.

Violence in America

Say something, but how?

Do you even know your own voice?
It's yours to make,

If you care about choice.

It's your body,

Your mind.

No!

It isn't even yours.

Get your hands where I can see them,

Off now from the fun of your gun.
You say you're for real,

You're going to do it.

Then you get shot.

Hanging on hooks.

Not reading books.

Caring about looks.

And if an angel was here,

You'd still call miracles a joke.

It's you that's for bloodshed,

You for unequal rights.

If more than,

Or less than.

No common sense.

Revise your thoughts.

Make new advancements.

Keep progressing.

You’ve gotta understand,

You've not been a (hu)man.

Not a preacher,

More of a creature.

We’re all sick and tired,

Of the stuff you've preached.

Cause it doesn't make,

A lick of sense.

Divide and Conquer

Your brand,

What company,

Your identity

How about no?

Big Mac vs. the Whopper
iPhone vs. Android
Democrat vs. Republican

Independent party vs. Everybody

How about we not divide?

The Beatles vs. Led Zeppelin

Playstation vs. PC

Mom 'n' Pop vs. Corporate

Coke vs. Pepsi

Credit Union vs. Bank

How about we use our minds instead of wallets?

That's worth more than the Dollar


Marvel vs. DC
Windows vs. Mac

eBay vs. Amazon

Google vs. Everyone

How about we just enjoy what we have?

Last standing with no armor

Say no to outdo each other,

With these petty things

How about we conquer?

Together

Inner War

What to talk about,

When I've talked about everything already

It's not that I'm alone,

Or that my struggles aren't anybody's business

It's been an adulthood since I felt confident,

In my own place

A place of pain,

A place of heartache,

A roaming inner war

I am home 

How do I express it,

When I've given the same doubts before

It's mine and mine alone,

No smoke or mirrors and no witness

My childhood was interlaced in freedom,

Now I search for it

A place of pain,

A place of heartache,

A roaming inner war

Still a fox and a snake,

Just a reminder of what's there

Fraud

Fake

Faux fortune

All in the lives of mine I've lived,

I've loved and lost and became famous

There is no more to say,

I've said it and it's stuck

What I spoke of is my misfortune

My own

It's been mine though and I'm not selling it,

It's given away to anyone else that has that spirit

One day at a time,

The standard of survival

I'm still here,

Roaming around the battlefield

Looking for a fight

Aged Like Milk

I'm old

An old man

Old Man Dan now

No longer full of spitfire I am?

Nay.

Nap-time in the afternoons, sure

I don't push to become a sprawling success

I didn't work like a dog to become one either

Dogs like naps in the afternoons

Mostly, I feel bad for those that did bark and bite all day

And still didn't get anywhere out of the doghouse or rat-race

Compared to simple animals - barely a brain among them

Hard times to put all that energy into nothing

For a slim to none chance at making the headlines

At least I've seen past the bullshit that is advertising

"American Dream"

"Work Hard Play Hard"

"Do it For the Culture"

"40 Hours a Week"

"Real Men Put in Work"

There's this macho mentality that working til death is a good thing

I guess I'm not 'man enough' to die

Oh wait, I have a penis

I guess I am 'man enough' to tell those people they have no lives to lead anyway

But guess what? I do

I'm nice, just not to those that live as cavemen and Neanderthals

I know what I have to do

I know what I have to feel

I know what I have to take

That power and throw it back at them

And it's because I'm 40 years old

And I'm still mad

I still have anger coursing thru me

It'll never go away

And I still have to deal with everybody and their moron dad

Being idiots in the workplace

I'm not putting up with bullshit

I see old-school values held onto

As if there's really value in traditional

Except hypothetically

And historically

I have to tear it all down and destroy it all

And I have to do it because I have to fight

One man versus everybody

Because I am angry and I am all the time irritated

I don't know anybody that isn't in pain regularly

Yet, all I hear is low-key complaining

As I'm doing right now.

Papa's Blues

I want it all
I want everything
I deserve everything

Nobody has the right to go against me
Or defy me
Nobody.

You piece of shit
You talk too much
You are an emotional child
You are a liar

You are wrong
Always no good
Always wrong!

Family is everything
Trouble calls
And I run to save them
Familia

It's all I have

Without them
They tell me I'm nothing
I believe them

The truth is
I don't believe them though.

I hate them
They keep me down
They all lie
They've kept me down
My entire life
But for some reason I still love them
Truth is
I'm fucked up
Beyond belief
Because of their
Beliefs

They've hurt me
But I can't get away
I'm stuck
I can't get out
Everyone else has lives to lead
Since I never did anything
I'm stuck taking care of the family
That hurt me

I don't deserve this
I don't deserve anything
I don't deserve anybody

I didn't want any of this
I don't want YOU
I don't want anything.

CZ

When I see you
I see myself

That warms my heart
You're me

When I see you
My ancestry took over

So what did you get from her?
I don't know

Maybe you'll get her heart
I'll know this

When I see you care
Show your nurturing self

When you sacrifice
For them

I know you're me

Expect nothing in return
You're her

When I'll know you are her
Is when you get quiet

Not sharing your feelings
Because you know

They'll hurt

Even though we need to
Know the truth

Know we are not all kind

Know we are selfish

Then I'll know
There's hope for you

I hope I see you

Grow

And grow

Spoons

You're beautiful to me

I like your face

I think about you a lot

You're a wonderful woman

I think you're very hot

Let's go see Killer Klowns from Outer Space

It's your favorite horror movie

Because I wanna take you to a midnight screening

You hate flying?

Oh wow cause I love to fly

But either way it doesn't matter

Cause I love you no matter what

You keep me motivated

Can't wait to spend time with you

Spooning of Spoons

Someday a jetpack

I love your humour

100% loyally yours

How much I care

So much more than I let on

I love you

Your laugh is something I always wanna hear

If you are the moon I'm lunar

I wanna touch your rear

Let's talk music, films, music and kiss

All night long

It's your sweetness that I seem to always miss

I see you and I hear a song

You're so sweet

And caring

It's nice to know that you're around

Don't Do What I Did

I pissed away the prime of my life

because I was working for punkass corporations

that didn't care about me

They bought me with trinkets instead of true independence
And I'm angry about it now

More fire than ever

To make it on my own

I'm only working with punks from now on

Independents
I will still work with corporations

But never for corporations

Selling out only on my own terms

I'll be hook and the worms

Contracts signed

I write the book I make the words

No more belief

No more sheep

An independent

Without the herds

Lots more money

I sleep better at night

Because I do it my way

Making value

All of us

Deserve better

All of us

Should feel like royalty

I do this for myself

And I do it for my family

If a schmuck like me can do it

So can you

Cause That's What I'm After (if only)

If only I'd fix my hair up a little more

So I could be pretty for once

Cause that's what I'm after

So I could be noticed more

If only my belt and clothing was more styled

I'd be more liked

Cause that's what I'm after

One day I just might

If only I got rid of those damn rugs

More love would I get

Cause that's what I'm after

Then I'd be set

I HATE IT

If only I grated blocks of Parmesan cheese

I'd develop real taste

Cause that's what I'm after

Since store-bought isn't for winners

If only my apartment had more room

There'd be peace in the world

Cause that's what I'm after

Even though I have no peace in my heart

If only I were closer to my friends

And saw them in person all the time

Cause that's what I'm after

Everyone is online and has been for a while now

I HATE THAT

If only I had a car

Because all the greats owned a vehicle

Cause that's what I'm after

To drive aimlessly around the city

If only I hated heavy metal

Since only pop music is important

Cause being popular matters

At least that's what Redditors say

I HATE THEM

If only I wouldn't criticize you

And only criticized myself

Everything I am

Is just a My Little Pony sock

I HATE IT

If only I hated myself more

And didn't hate so hard

It was me and my family's upbringing that ruined me

I'd get so far

If only I wasn't friends with my exes

Because once it's over we can't be in each other's lives

Cause that's what I'm after

Unless there's a baby involved

Then I have no choice

I HATE IT

Motion of Emotions

This is what it's like

No one is really right
Thinking there’s answers
That there's purpose

Now that you know it

I’m sure that you want it

And its lies that come along

Who do you think you are?

A prophet?

Why do you lie?
Lies made of pain
After this where will you go?
Back to one and then you're done


I'll make sure
Everyone gets what they deserve
Let me in
And you'll find yourself

You've only let out

Yourself to me

Smoked mirrors and copies
But I see you
The real failure
What you really are

A lost soul


A darkness carried
Sadistic, scarred
I'm calling you
So answer me

Speak Fast Take Forever to Die

To pay the mortgage I sing, produce, write, direct and act

As well as labor and data entry

Born rich in mind and I like to speak fast

Learned I could do poetry as an attack

Older now so positivism is in my raps

At 2PM I like to take myself two hour naps

I take good care of myself and loved one's health

Instead of going after imaginary power and wealth

Main goal in life is to be my best me

To strengthen the family tree

To spread peace

Revolutionary ideals

To make my family meals

I spin what good life is considered

By putting the car back on the wheels

Driving like a model citizen

Look people in the eyes

Not be afraid

And fight for what's right

Baby and a Girl

I think about you so much

You're part me 

I look at you and think

You're just a baby

And a girl

You have such a laugh

That I almost cry every time I hear it

It's so obvious you're so smart

I'm so proud to be your dad

You make me laugh and you make me cry

All at the same time

You make me feel incomplete 

When you're away

I think about you often

And I hope that you're at the least okay

You're growing so fast

I don't want you to

But I have to let it happen

You have to be you

I hope you'll be proud of me too

And call me Dad

I wish you the best in life

I wish you peace and joy

Such simple wishes

But I wish them the hardest 

For you

You're growing so fast

All Birds are Regular

A featherless bird.
Now that's absurd!

What about a Hummingbird?
That's a regular.

A duck?
A bird that's a quacker.

New flying dinosaurs.

The word regular,

I shake my head. 

Nothing is.

All birds are regular,

Even the peacock.

Flying is preferred,

Except those irregular.

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Dedicated to DS Draeko.

Blue Blood

I bled today.

I forgot how much it hurts.
​I felt real again.

It didn't seem like reality,

Before.

My life sprayed out beneath.
And I was me.

It was nice,
To bleed.

​I finally broke,

My machine.

Myself.

I can build back up,

And be the same monstrosity I was.​

Maybe I can become better this time.

Who knows?

I hope.

Death Star (A song I made up while watching a movie)

The Death Star is coming!

Your world is going to die.

Your world is dead. Your world is dead.

Dead! Dead! DEAD!

What is this?

Here comes...

Luke!

Leia!

Chewie!

(Those Rebel scum!)

ATTENTION!

Death Star: Beams engage.

Death Star: guidance on lock!

Those Rebel scum! 

Attack!

Attack! ATTACK!

What is this?

Here comes...

Luke!

Leia!

Chewie!

(Those Rebel scum!)

Saving the Universe from evil Sith.

Luke is determined.

Leia is a leader.

Chewie is an Honorary Jedi.

ATTENTION!

Death Star: Malfunctioning.

Death Star: Corrupted core.

Death Star: Exploding!

Corrupting

The chatter on the internet waves,
Bickering over angry emotions.
Memes that are more funny than they should be,
A sense of loss among ourselves.
And all it takes is self-control to see and observe,
That the whole system is flawed.

I don't care,
Who hears this.
I don't care who knows this.
But I hope it's everyone.
If I'm the survivor and not the savior,
I can finally lay down my sword.

As long as they put theirs down first.

Let's face it:
Politics is for comfortable ones right now.
We, the true people,
The ones who have been misunderstood,
Or oppressed,
Or not being taken as first-class citizens,
We need to change it by actually running.

Not running from anything.
I'm talking about winning office.
AND then not corrupting.

Like the higher authorities who do very little,
Except make an appearance on TV,
They continue to play the game.
Instead of destroying it.
From the foundation up.

Because greed is villainous.
I know who I'd trust with power,
And it's not them.

There are a few good ones out there,
These are the local politicians, mostly.
But they have little power to give.
The TRUE antagonists,
Have big power to take,
As they won't surrender willingly.
They'd rather we all be in home prisons,
And few.

I wonder why the poorest don't rob the richest every single night?
Until equilibrium.

That only seems fair.

My gripe is the job of holding office is too prestigious.
The ones that run for high office have stars in their eyes,
And trust me,
I know a lot by the entertainment industry who actually loves what they do,
And who forgot what brought them into it in the first place.

So I ask you to ask yourself:
What are you doing that is actually making a difference?
Or
Is it really stepping into the shoes of those that make a difference,
For a spotlight moment or two?

I know what I do is barely anything.
At least it feels that way.
I can study and ace political science, history.
I can realize the power in myself.
How the few take care of the many.
How I'm taken care of,
How you're taken care of.
How I'm number 2 and you're number 2,
Or I'm number 3 and you're number 4.
Or I'm zero and you're number 1.
How neither of us is given personal care.
How nobody is special and everyone is similar.
How afraid we've been told,
To be of taking care of ourselves,
And not to be personal with everyone.
To stop talking politics, religion, and sex.

Without further adieu,
I'm independent of any representative system.
I'm independent of any belief except my own.
I think about sex a lot.

Wants

I want more time.

I want to keep making art.

I want to get better at it.

I want to not have to think about eating because I'm hungry.

I want relationships to be easier.

I want to have more energy as I age.

I want to let little things slide more.

I want to be more honest.

I want to be unapologetic about how I am.

I don't want to have anxiety in groups.

I want to have the option of not seeing advertising.

I want to stay a cityboy but still hold onto old-world values.

I want to spend more time creating.

I want to be a professional wrestler for a day.

I want less politics in the news.

I want less tribes and more unity.

I want writing to be read.

I want more people to work less hours.

I want more people to be able to spend time with the ones they love.

I want to go to space sooner than later.

I want to explore the universe.

I want to make friends with every species there is.

I want the dead to hear me.

I want to bring back the extinct.

I want a Utopia.

I want others to be okay with that.

Stand-In

Stand in line,
For the newest upgraded phone.
Or the hottest chicken waffle restaurant.
We are told to follow these orders.

The line is where we must stay.
We have become numbers,
That wait in line patiently to be called.

"Number 400!",
We proceed with a smile on our face.
We're no longer with those waiting.


We've moved past them.


Few have had the courage,
Towards original thoughts or movies.
Maybe you, dear reader.

Maybe you.
At least, I hope it's you.

Autonomous.
A word that brick and mortar ignore. 

Retail brings things to your door.

To get good chicken waffles,
You must wait 30 minutes standing in line.

What am I?
An actor!
A stand-in!

Of course,
I must work for my bread.
Unlike those lucky ones,

Disillusioned paying for premium.
It's all made for pennies.
But what do they care?


The real winners are the profiteers.

Spiritual Nourishment lines? 

First In. First Out.

Doesn't matter who's hungrier.

Bribe them so we don't have to wait!

"But are we that powerful?"

At least standing in line makes us ready for a new Depression.

Waiting in lines.
For subpar clothing.
Mediocre food.
Pre-recorded events.
Mass-produced groceries.

A Stand-In needs a Stand-Up.
Time is valuable. 

Standing in line as status:

Go where everyone else goes.

But make it seem glamourous.

It makes better sense,
If we were to...

Stand in line for charity.
And not be unique by it.

Stand in line,
Side by side,
For equality.

Abandoned

The ones like you who believe you are not the same,
You face consistent disappointment.

You're a snowflake but you're also water,
It's nature.
Guess what?
We're electrical.
But it's all bio-mechanical.

When you've seen one you've seen them all.

During these times of horror,
You're worried about money.
And you're in your 40s.
Who cares?
You dress like you're punk rock.

It's middle-class suburbanite.
Looking for the limelight.
Closest you've gone to rebel,
Is sleeping in on weekends.

You're home alone,
Sick and tired - scared.
Do you think anyone really cares?

No one cares about you,
You care about being together.
So we use that against you.

We know you're home right now,
In these uncertain times, we say.
It's more important than ever,
To keep movement strong.
But the only way we can do that is we keep,
Destroying your foundation together.

Together we continue,
And we can continue,
Not being there for you.

Even when the biggest fail,
Companies or organizations that give up on you.

I won't.
Because I'm not afraid of getting hurt again.

Your society,
Abandoned you.
They don't want you.

So what are you gonna do?

Cry like a baby?
Go online and make a posting?
It does nothing!

I don't wanna see,
I don't wanna leave.
I don't wanna fear anything.

I don't wanna do what you did to me,
What I'll do to you is gonna hurt you,
Like it hurt me.

Rushing to the End

Isn't life funny?
We're told we don't have much time.
But we've made it this far,
So far.

And what a life it's been!

All of a sudden there's 4 hours to have.
It's been a super busy week before.

We got a lot done, didn't we?
Let's rest up in case it gets going again.

We're valued for our money saved.
But money can't buy back our time.

Time is not money.
Time is life.

Life well used,
Is time well spent.

Isn't life funny?
We can't buy time.

It costs almost nothing.
But is the most valuable necessity.

New Iranian Stereotype

No, I didn't fly here in my magic carpet.
My car is a Honda.
They have good resale value.
I am Iranian.
I like good value.

Technically, I'm Iranian-American.
I don't love any government's style.
Though the one in America is doing well for me.
My idea for a better world?
None of your business!

I am Iranian deep in my soul.
No, I am not a spy or terrorist.
I do not start revolts; I pay my bills on time, mostly.
I use computers and other devices.

Technically, I'm for freedom.
That most take for granted.
I'm for educating the masses - with a goal of 100%.
Whether by college or universities,
Or for the people like me who read everything possible.

I am Iranian.
A regular person with very little time to spare.
I don't enjoy seeing others treated unfairly.
A modern Iranian is who I am.
My love for people of all kinds to prosper is my dream.

My people are who I love most.
Whether they are rich or poor or middle of the road.
Whether they struggle everyday like I do.
It is my duty to be there to be their support system.

As I sit here drinking my mint-flavored doogh, I think.
Of my past, of my roots.
My upbringing and my traditions.
Of my present and my future.
And my new traditions coming.

Persian is my first language.
English is my second.
At this point,
I can barely keep up with conversations in native tongue.
I'm like a tourist in a foreign country with other Iranians.

But I am Iranian. No, doubt about it.
My English language skills are strongest.
And I must use these skills to tell my story.
My stories and my people's stories.

Of being Iranian.

Listen

Your mouth.
It says the most beautiful things.
You show me kindness and affection with it.
Thank you for it being so attractive.

I love your mouth.
It can say things that push my buttons.
Your voice is so loving though,
Even if we argue, I'm wishing in my mind,
Trying to get back to you.

That mouth is beautiful,
For telling me and everyone your dreams.
I adore your dreams,
I wish them to come true.
With me and with you.

Your eyes are my favorite color.
But it all comes down to kissing you.
Because your mouth is amazing to me.

Your mouth is beautiful.
It speaks and shows love,
In the words you choose,
In its compassion towards me and others,
And physically for me only.

We're lucky, definitely.
We're definitely not boring.
I need you.
To see your smile.
To hear you sing and laugh, and to tell me you love me.
I need your mouth.

Paper Bag

Sometimes,
I get so nervous when the female cashier looks at me.
She asks me if I want to buy a paper bag.
First off, I brought my own!

So I have to wonder to myself:
Is she flirting with me?
No, no, she does this a 100 times a day already.
She knows I have my own reusable cloth bag,
It's right there in front of her face.
She wants my number and a date, doesn't she?
I've noticed her good eye-makeup once before.
I'm no idiot.

What if she's a shill for the paper industry?
She's trying to get rid of these bags,
For dollars on the penny.
Entrepreneurs make America.
She's gotta be one of them.

"No thank you", I say.
I brought my own bag.
I'm awake about it.
Not like these other sheep.
I buy organic,
To keep the brainwash juices out of my mind.

She's obviously in love with me.
I mean - look at this that I am.
A gift from God to please a woman's desires.
I ask her out to Shakespeare in the Park.

She politely declines.
I hate when they play hard to get.
Next week, I'll ignore her.
That always gets them.

I wonder what the names of our children will be.
Probably something interesting,
Like Raven or Zelda.
I won't bring a reusable bag next time,
So she'll be right to ask me.

Lazy Bastard

I'm stumbling on debris on my floor.
Time to vaccuum again.

It's June again,
Which means I should clean the shower too.

I'm not lazy, I'm efficient.
How dare you judge me,
You filthy animal.

The Culmination of All Intelligence in the Universe

There has never been a better time,
To talk about this.

I have never thought it was a good idea,
To study to become a foot soldier.
I studied to take humankind farther,
To space and beyond the small life on Earth.

I am who I am,
And never be anything else.
I am not a Lion. I am not an Ant.

I dare not care for killing.
Or savagery.
I want everyone to live.
And with peace,
In their hearts, their souls.

I am the one,
The Eyes,
Ears,
Nose,
The mouth and tongue of the free world.
I am of Peace.

And I will stand behind my stance.
Until all of us know everything.

Everything Ends Anyways

It’s mine.

The destination.

The final curtain call,

My dream is ending,

And so am I.

I will die.

It won’t matter.

It never did.

The world goes on,

With or without me.

My choice.

My insanity.

I want it all to go away.

There is no other way,

For me to get help.

That I need.

I don’t want it anyway.

Not like it matters now,

Everything ends anyways.

Thanks, But No Thanks

Thanks.
I’ve had enough.
Why didn’t anyone care?
I thought someone would.



I wish life were fair.
No one knows where we go after this.
No one really knows where.



No thanks.
I tried to tell you.
Why didn’t anyone care?
Maybe I should instead.



There isn’t a need for me.
I’m sick of my apathy.
Every day is like this.
Everything is what it seems.



I wish life were fair.
No one knows where we go after this.
No one really knows where.



Thanks.
But no thanks.



I’ve had enough.

Other Side

This isn’t what I thought it would be.

It’s clean.

But it’s a fantasy.

I wish I had a family.

One day, maybe.




I wish for a change.

But it’s not enough.

I need to get out of here.




Far away.

A lake with calm waters.

For a change.

But it’s not enough.




Fascinating to be here.

Because it’s all a distant memory.

Now, I’m clean.




No scars.

No hurting.

The aches are gone.

The misery.




All apart of me.




But now I don’t need anything.

No Problem Solved

It never happened,

Immortality.

So close but not close enough.

A killing instead.










Of me.










I have no belongings,

Everything I have is this life.

Is me.










Now I have the upperhand,

Now, everyone else can’t have me.

I hope they all will understand.










I win the game.

I’ve won.

There was no problem.

I solved it.

I didn’t have to play the game of life.

Exit Here

Exit signs everywhere.

Exit here.

Exit there.

I’ve got to make my exit now.




I won’t be making it back to this highway again.

Because of this Cardinal sin.




My eternal suffering can exit my soul.

With just one simple choice to end it myself.




Display the emotions.

Formulaic factions.

I have nothing more to give.




No exit - no comfort.

No psychological urges.




I can finally be happy.

Dinner with a Friend (Grim Reaper)

My severed head I walk around with.




Look up to me.

While I admire death.

There’s only pain and suffering.

Every once in a while there’s joy.

An abstract beauty in a world of pain.

I adore.




Well, now it’s poetry to my ears.

To see the great beyond.

I’m here and I’m staying.

I’ve made it.




I guess a sunset is a painting.

There’s a palette of beauty.

In an early death.




Why am I not surprised it happened so fast?

It wasn’t meant to last.

It’s over.

No other.




In the dirt.

No one hurt.

A rebirth.




No.

Just another skull,




Materializing into earth.

I Wish For an End

Goddamn heart never stops.

I’ve tried everything to finish it.

Fried fatty foods, cigarettes, no exercise.

Everything except a gunshot or jumping off a building.

But maybe soon.




All I know is I wish for an end.

Is that so much to ask?

I don’t know and I don’t think so.

I’m weak.

There’s nothing left here for me anyway.

I’m trapped in a body I don’t want or deserve.




Goddamn brain never stops.

I’ve tried everything to finish it.

Terrible music, terrible movies, terrible books.

Terrible poetry.

Instead I get awarded for my contributions.

What takes me no effort to do and I get called an artist.




I wish I could.

Counterintuitive possibilities.

Suicidal Tendencies.

I’m still not flying.

So I drag my feet across your lawn.




Give me a medical review.

Judge my case.

I’ll appeal it to the end.




Until I’m dead.

Crushed Dreams

I just wanted to be somebody.

Now, I’m somebody else.

I never thought I’d be alone.

But here I am.




I wish I’d known my own thoughts.

Before I threw them all away.

My crushed dreams are me.

I’m one and alone with all of them.

There’s no more dreams.

I’d hate to have more.




The registration of my demolition.

My brains and my body.

Annihilated and immigrated into dirt.

I’m not worth it and neither is any of this.

All my dreams were just dreams.

I don’t deserve to get lucky.




It’s all fun and games until reality hits.

Then bills need paying and I’m broke.

What’s funny is I’m broke all the time anyway.

Why?

To be a fucking artist.

So some asshole can get lucky.

And here I am working a shit job to pay the bills.

Life’s not fair unless I’m pulling hairs.




I wish for dreams to never come true for me or for you.

It All Began

A superhero is a human being.

Nothing hurts, not even bullets.

What about a noose?

Self-inflicted means relief.

Now I’m a debt cleared by the banking institution.

It’s true.

It all began when life became valuable.

Suddenly, a price is put on it.

And one is prettier than the others.

So the pretty ones get sold.

And in this fantasy no one is a whore.

Except the living.




It all began with being property.

Having value.

Quality.




A human being is a superhero.

Nothing hurts, not even bullets.

What about a noose?




Self-inflicted means relief.

Under Pressure

It must be so nice to be me.

All I have to do is take it easy.

Even when others starve.

It’s so easy to turn a blind eye.




As long as it’s not me.

I can enjoy my life.

Who cares, really?

Who cares?

Really.




It must be cool to be me.

All I have to do is fake being immune.

Nothing bothers me.

There’s no pressure to act.

We’re all actors, right?




As long as it’s not me.

I can enjoy my life.

Who cares, really?

Who cares?

Really.




It must be so fun to be me.

All I have to do is… cry.

Even when others… die.

It’s so easy to not care.




As long as it’s not me.

I can enjoy my life.





Who cares, really?

Who cares?




Really.

Started Well

Celebrations and birds flying high.

I don’t remember ever being so happy.





Then I got a brain, and my happiness left.





I never thought it would be something that fails.

But it did and now I’m now done.





Oh, wait.

It looks like I have to deal with it all.

For a very long time.





It hurts me the most.

And I can’t even give it to anyone else.

While they have celebrations.

With their birds flying oh so high.





I’m dirt beneath their feet.

I was the revolution.

I can’t be the absolution.

If I’m forgotten.





Enjoy your freedom.

Mine is in another place.


Far from here.

Luck of the Irish

The soul is in thru the eyes.
A loving soul I've seen with mine.

As we ate and drank and stayed merry,
Her attention left our side,
As a dog was walked by.
I pointed it out.
She blushed her gorgeous cheeks,
Light red.
I'm in heaven,
I breathed.

We went for a stroll,
With our city.
There were turtles.
Everywhere.

She cares for animals.
What a woman she is.
Her heat radiates,
From her big heart.

She's so loving,
I feel at peace.
Not tormented anymore.

I fell almost immediately.
Her loving soul reached out,
And passed into mine.
I felt love.
How good it felt.
To be alive.

I got lucky,
To have this day.
A beautiful soul connected,
To me.
I can't let go,
Of this goodness.
I'm addicted to good fortune.

In her.

Cream and sweetener

A nice pick-me-up while at the office.
Or at home, after waking up from an afternoon nap.

Coffee?
At 3pm?
ARE YOU INSANE?
Unless you like your stomach pain,
Try a cup of fresh brewed tea.
Trust me, nobody wants you jumping like a blubbering whale that's beached.

Do yourself a favor.
Yes, there's caffeine in it,
But not like half a line of cocaine.
Which you definitely don't need either.

Black tea is brown.
Green tea is yellow.
White tea is golden.
Herbal tea is rain water.

So really it's brown tea, yellow tea, golden tea.
And hot rain.

Don't be like me and use a microwave to heat your tea.
In England they could arrest you for it.
And throw your tea bag out before drinking.
It's a public nuisance and disturbance of the peace.
Also, it's gross.

Mixing red, yellow, and blue

Her eyes. They burn into mine,
So I only look for a moment at a time.

A lovely bird singing her song of joy or sadness,
She can be ready to fly or ready to create a nest,
Of baby birds.

She is one of a kind.

Have you ever noticed a woman's voice,
Is like a song she sings when she speaks and you are in love?

Bananahead

Big yellow fruit.
Cylinders with narrow tips.
Curved at the ends.

Sexual fruit,
But not by their design.
Our views and our design.
Phallic.

Monkeys eat bananas.
So do humans.
This gives us relationship.

Bananas are healthy and sweet.
Potassium is plenty in a banana.
Most people eat one banana.
But have you ever tried to eat one right after another?

Women eating bananas is considered sexy by hormonal men.
Some men eating bananas can be sexy too, considered by other hormonal men.

Bananas go good with peanut butter and a glass of milk.
Elvis likes peanut butter, banana and bacon sandwiches.

Don't get me started with plantains.

When We Get Spooky

I'm on the streets, alone.
Desperately not seeking attention,
Yet I'm found.
This always happens and I won't turn it down.

A man sees me and points his camera at me.
"Can I take your picture?"
I feign a smile.
"Sure."
I go to West Hollywood every year.
On Halloween.

This year, again, alone.
Sometimes a friend accompanies me.
Many times I make new acquaintances out on the street.
I go whether anyone is with me or not.
People-watching is a pastime of mine.
I enjoy anonymity.

Another camera, and then a camera phone.
They like what I've brought to the Carnival.
I like making things doper than dope.
And not spending more than a few dollars on it.

The usuals are there.
I see a Superman, a Batman, a Flash.
I see a naughty kitten, the half-naked kind.
My eyes try not to make contact.
She looks down at her cleavage anyway.
I'm caught.
I try not to make eye contact with her and move on.
She's probably trouble.

There's usually a few people in stilts as high as 10 feet tall,
And men dressed as women.
The gay men dress in leotards and the straight men dress as buff heroes.
Many people there tonight.
Most arrived late because of work during the day.

Tonight I'm a mix of Ace Frehley, Chad Gray from the "Dig" music video, a Slipknot member, and a punk rocker.
I carried my Guitar Hero guitar with me as I walked up and down Santa Monica Boulevard.

Some people brought their children along.
Even though all the web sites and forums say not to bring them.
Maybe some people don't get the news.
Maybe some just don't care and show the world to their kids.
Maybe that's a good thing.
I wonder if I ever have children what I would do.

A black woman walking the other way from me inches closer.
She gets close and starts playing my guitar.
I smile and nod.
At least she's having fun.

A man stands out in the crowd with a Jack O Lantern bag.
He's handing things out.
I go over and hold my hand out.
He gives me three condoms.
"Be safe tonight!" he says.
I wanted candy and I'm mildly disappointed.

I see myself in the mirror of a frame store.
I've painted myself and my beard in whiteface.
The opposite of blackface, which is considered racist.
I wonder if anyone else has this thought.

A white woman sees me and makes the sound of a guitar whammy bar.
"WEEEOOOOOOOW!" she exclaims.
I don't know what to say so I smile and nod as I walk off.
What a glorious night.
I'll never get bored with Halloween.

Cleanse

Mold again.
Either stop it,
Or let it consume you.

But there's no way to stop it,
A complete genocide of spores is impossible.
But I have plenty of bleach.

I have it on strong authority:
The strongest natural fibers in the universe,
Are Iranian chin, ear, and nose hairs.

Adamantium won't stand a chance.

I've tested this out,
On myself.
Laboratory specs be damned.
I cut myself on my own.
These hairs cut through me,
Razorebladed in lifetimes.

I embrace the complexity.
The stench of my armpits.
Smell it.
Au natarale.
For at least five minutes,
Until I'm dried.

Inhale the essence of man.

Dirty feet,
Hairy.
Testosterone pumping.

All in one small spot.
I call mine.

I guess it's time to clean the shower.

Genetics

Social class?
Some bodies.
Doing nothing,
Until death comes.

Low class?
People with ambition.
No class?
Freedom from ambition.

Just human.
Trying to get by.
And follow dreams.
Make them a reality.

Discrimination.
We all discriminate too.
We all discriminate you.

Nepotism leads to inbreeding.
Blood bonds.
Too bad,
It's all Pangea.

Never do anything,
And never make it very far.
Others get lucky,
And actually use potential.
But not you.

Others have been leeches.
Inheriting earth,
By the work of the meek.

Perceptions of power.
Tolerated.
Without that perception...
Weak.

Genetically engineered,
Brought up in family shadow.
But not a winner,
Either way.
Anyway.

Love.
Compassion.
Strength.

There's class somewhere in there.
Try it.
You might like it.

Bad Poetry Day

Buy high,

Sell low.

Misery hates company.

Be an echo,

Not a voice.

Always forget.

Work nice,

And be hard on people.

Stupid is,

As Smart does.

Count the days,

Don't make the day count.

Keep it complex, stupid.

Be the same,

Not better.

Forget to smile.

Things get tougher,

When you get better.

Think,

Don't do.

Enjoy the big things in life.

Hard work never beats talent.

Because talent doesn't work hard.

Write sober,

Edit drunk.

World's Best Comedian

So once again:
I'm not a comedian.
Or a writer.

Even though,
It's all a joke written.

I remain the same.

And I have little need,
Of disapproval by you.

What I do need is a pen,
And some paper.
Maybe the new iMac.

Yes! That'll make me.
A better comedian.
My jokes will write themselves!

I guess nothing matters,
If everything is OK.
And there is no drama.

Fight

No more fighting.

OK?
Just joking.
Take the punch.

Was a caveman once.
Now I'm being primped,

Having to moisturize.

Enjoying the fight.
Reminds me of what I am.

A man.

My developed-monkey brain,
A brute.

Animal-like.

A beast that fights,

To attack.
And flights,

When preyed.

Going against?

Without violence?

Fight with mind.

Which is stronger.

Anyway.

Either way,

Fight.

Looking Up

Wherever I may end up,
A path.
I must take it.
And continue.
A request?

Resiliency ingrained.
On ground.
Resistance by choice.
To fly away.

My choice.
Nature will provide.
And guide.

Silver

You opened up,

To me.

All your secrets.

Hidden lives,

The Hollywood demon.

Secrets.

I take to the grave.

I'm gone.

Silver.

Dream together,

Imagine.

Forever.

Better lives,

For everyone.
Together,

Tonight.

Opened up,

Our minds,

In the sand.
We kept warm.

While listening,

To gentle waves.

Fighting.

Something,

So beautiful.

In my mind?

Perceptions,

Looking outside in.

No damage done.

A complete,

A Reversal.

Only partial.

Silver.

Wanted,

For so long.
Lucky.
Me.

Heal,

Take this curse,

From me.

Trust,

The real me.

Strength.

Passion.

Integrity.