Instantly

An orange headband and black rimmed glasses

A Hello Kitty! sweater

I thought you're cute immediately

 

And also, when we matched you said you were fat!

In person I saw that your body is glorious

You said you wrote that to weed out the jerks

 

I realized there's no seating at the hot donut shop

We got our taro donuts and coffees anyway

"Let's go get lost in the city!"

You agreed

You said you love to be adventurous

 

We went hoofing around

For hours

We talked about everything

Good, bad, and ugly in our lives

I knew I liked you

And everything about you

You were somebody I admired

Someone that I wanted to be with

Someone that deserves to be treated well

 

I knew I wanted to be with you

When you mentioned Oaxaca heritage

And it's then that I looked deep into you

I saw so far into your deep brown eyes

And I saw the perfect tint on your skin

I wanted to kiss you all over

I wanted to make you feel good with my body, mind, and soul

 

I liked you as a person too:

Loving, Not Racist, Lots of Respect For Others

Desire for equality, funny, great laugh

You made me question everything I've ever done until that moment

And I realize it's never enough

It'll never be enough

I have to do much more

To make up for how little I feel I've done so far

 

I look up to you

You were my Dream

Come True

 

It's there, deep in the city, that I instantly fell in love with you

You made me want to make a better world, together

 

And that you happened to be exactly my type physically

Is just a wonderful luck of the draw

 

I'll never stop falling in love with you everyday

Because I'm aware how lucky I got

To share my heart with you.

 

Less Than Dirt

It's on the ground we use,

It serves ecological purpose. 

Dirt is nice.

It feeds the world.

There's too much struggle,

To be called "less than dirt".             

Less than dirt in lands of liberty!

 

The dirt can nourish,

It has nutrients. 

In the garden it helps things grow.

Dirt is not for the streets.

If we become dirt,

It's called natural cycles.

 

No one is or ever will be,

Less than dirt.

 

The worms can travel through,

Through the soil.

If we do the same,

It's called trespassing.

 

Less than dirt,

Less than the world full of it.

Sometimes, it's good to be dirt.

Less than everyone else,

Means the foundation of the world. 

The dirt is perfect.

Less than dirt is then pretty close. 

Dirt can be complex,

Soil mixed with fossils and stones and water.

Everyone should want to be less than dirt.

Resources

We're overworked.

Incredibly hungry, but not for food.

There's already too much of that.

It's mostly wasted.

Over-production tossed away.

 

Some call it "job security". 

 

As a whole,

We wasted our food, our resources, and our minds.

For a few more dollars that does nothing but sit in a pile. 

Our food is cheaply made.

Even the expensive stuff.

Our children's education

Is an ugly joke.

The parents don't feel bad,

They barely know their children. 

They do know 30 second video clip addiction.  

Teachers aren't to blame.

They've been wasted too.

That's why I sing the blues.

If you call this singing.

Sure, I can make a tune for you.

For you and you and...

Especially you.

I sing because I hope the future,

Has meaning for the rest of them.

Gold

I still think about you

How you weren't always you

Your love disappeared and your hatred

Overcame

It wasn't the real you

You trapped yourself

The anger was and wasn't at me

Though I did not help to soothe your pain

Like I wanted 

I had hoped I could

You dug and kept digging

Yourself into the pit

Barbecued the real person you were

True love and despair mixed in as seasoning

It's been years of being silver

When all you wanted was gold

I would have settled for bronze

If you'd still be the person you were when we first met 

My love wasn't enough to bring you home

I'm sorry you're gone

Sometimes I wish I could hold you one last time.

CZC

I don't want her to ever be hurt,

I always want her to be okay.

She's my baby.

 

Everything I've ever dreamed,

Was unrealized until I became a father.

 

Career, money, power, fame.

It means very little now.

 

What I truly care for,

Is this one.

The Prodigy. 

I've never loved anyone as much as I've loved her.

Sometimes, I'm bothered by how much.

She's proof that I'm vulnerable.

That I can be hurt and nothing is certain anymore.

 

It's an awful feeling,

Knowing that I'm powerless in the grand scheme of things.

All I can do is be the best person for her and her mother.

By proxy, the rest of the community too.

There's no going back.

 

I am who I am now.

A father.

Someone that this child looks up to,

That she wants to look up to.

The one that I make smile and laugh. 

 

That's a lot of pressure,

Luckily, I do well under pressure.

 

I did it all for me. 

I do it all for you now. 

When People Rise

Wish to be accepted as equals,

The problem is, unfortunately, the color of everyone's skin.

Unfortunately.

 

For all, the answer is in a modern world,

Since it's so easy to do nothing but watch.

 

They're all online.     

 

So many ways to kick everyone's asses.

Make a bot account that uses AI. 

While cheating on karma's taxes.

 

Come on,

Join all the jackasses.

They're online with a social media account.        

                    

There is no more cheap gasoline.

Electricity quadrupled in costs.           

Nobody rides for free anymore.

 

Ass, gas, or grass is last year's model already. 

It's a feature, not a design flaw.                           

You gotta keep clean,

Otherwise, you don't know God.

  

Talk like a celebrity,        

Say a specific cause matters.

That no one should ever feel pain.

Even though they speak ill of the homeless.

They call them bums,

Fighting even poverty with wars in slums.

 

You know it’s a hobby to be rude,

Gotta show off an attitude.

That’s why they vote for more government or less government,

But no option for No Government.

 

There's a way to win,

To beat the new masses.

Cause they care if indoctrination is the sin. 

All it is is mind-melting actions.   

    

They kill with guns and blasting,

Classless immigrant bashings.

               

So all you really need, 

Is come on and join the fight.

Become a fighter.

Use your socioeconomic status dollars,

To buy T-shirts that prove you care.

No, that's not the way. 

 

DO: 

Listen to punk and hip-hop.

Then you will learn.

Don't listen to pop. 

 

Talk straight, be a shooter. 

Use your DNA,

Reproduce and create.

Another against the authority.

That makes it seem like you don't matter.

Because you do matter. 

 

Don't be a fool of the world,

Keep an I.Q. as a bank.

Serve and protect.

The family. 

The family needs it.

It's your community. 

 

Shut that radio and TV and internet off,

Go camping.

Crane your neck to the skies,

Day and night. 

Setup the fireworks,

Light it up.

The whole of the universe,

Is in your mind. 

The land is yours too. 

 

For joy and victory,

When people rise.

In the minds, in the hearts, in the eyes. 

 

The horizon smiles,

People of every type and color embrace,

From one's beginning to another's end.

 

It's been time to dance,

You just gotta do the damned thing. 

Everything

No matter how hard I try,

To prosper again with my head held high.

Those that crossed my path,

Used me and abused me and made me run away.

Well, now I've had enough.

Of every lie they said to be true.

Once is never enough for a sadist like you.

So fuck off and get some therapy.

 

You can't hurt me anymore.

My dignity keeps me from embarrassing you.

In front of your friends and family.

You're a victim to them,

And now I see where you get your destructive ways. 

The foundation of lies you keep has fallen,

But your attempt to destroy everything I had failed.

 

I was lucky with this armor I built inside,

You chipped away and ruined a big part of my life!

But I promise I won't take it anymore.

You've scarred me and I'm through.

Through with people like you.

 

Everything scars.

I'm through with everything.

No more.

Never. 

I won't let anyone hurt me like that again.

Delusional

These people are idiots,

I'm the genius.

I wanna fuck more,
Than I wanna fight though.

I need to make sure,
I'm the one always on top.

Always.

No order. 

All chaos.

 

Peak madness.

Anarchy.

At large.

 

Digital.

Darkness.

 

Overloaded.

Overload it. 

It has to happen.

 

Mistakes. 

Always a stake.

I will not let it go.

I need it.
I want it.
 

My desire,

To be.
 

Ruler Supreme.

You're So Cringe

I've already proven I don't care about being tough

I never want to have to prove it again

Don't play my music

As your own 

You suck

And I hate your voice

Don't quit your day-job

You illiterate fuck

You're

So

Cringe

You call yourself punk-rock?

Posers and old farty fucks in baggy pants

You're a middle manager at some office in Downtown L.A.

Cause you suck ass and could never be independent and punk

Get rid of your old band shirts and get some khakis

Sell your guitar and pay your rent on time

For once 

That's what you did

And called it growing up 

You absolute Waffle-Brain

You're

So

Cringe

You probably live in a suburb

And suck cocks for fun

While saying it's wrong

 

You burn Bibles

And also tried being anti-semetic

Until you found out your colleague is half Jewish

Now you're in a room with H.R. 

 

Your worst worst nightmare is a Quran

Even though you love praying to someone in office

 

Punks are LGBQT and Democrat

 

You're really fucked up

And need therapy

You definitely don't need voting privileges 

 

You're So Cringe.

Found You

You bring me a comfortable joy,

A spirited peace in the journey of life.


How I try to tell you every night "I love you",

And then "sweet dreams" before we go to bed.

Together.

 

I enjoy you in the morning.

Of our morning kisses.

That I enjoy so much.



We pillow-talk of having dogs in our future home.

Your little dog that you want warms your heart,

And me with my silly 101 Dalmatians dreams.



You love every song.

You talk about getting it as a tattoo.

And I love holding hands while we listen,

To the radio.

While holding hands while looking up into the sky at night,

We are alone but together with the stars.

The skies seeing our bond.

How our hugs are so long, yet never long enough.

You let me in on your weirdness.

Very few get to see and believe.

I believe in you.

Follow your dreams. 

All it took for this love to happen,

Was for me to make my secret-recipe potato soup.

The secret ingredient?

I made it with love for you.



We dream of living all over the world,

And someday even on the Moon and Mars.


But the best thing is I love going to sleep next to you.

Wherever that may be.


I'm so glad I found you.

Die Beat Us

Just survive.
Don't die!

Check yourself,
Don't wreck yourself.

How many times can I stab myself?
That's the question I'm answering.

For how long?
Forever.

Diet?
That's just for athletes, actors, and models.

I couldn't do it,
If it were me.

Well, it sure beats the alternative.

No sugar for you.
Everything turns into sugar though.

Yes, that's real.

Regimen.
Consistency.
That sounds like a lot of work.

It is.

Have you tried lemon and cinnamon?
My grandmother stopped having it with that.
She died though.

What's your co-pay?
I send my endocrinologist a 6 pack of beer.
As thanks.

I didn't want to join the military.
It's a war against my pancreas.

Diabetics are people.
Just feed us and tell us we're cool.

Worst

She said she was the worst.

Self-proclaimed.

Then she offered to tell me everything.

Turned out she'd been quite naughty.

Some in her youth, some as she got older.

 

I assumed she'd killed someone,

Though, that wouldn't bother me too much.

These days, crazies get out of line,

Self-defense can turn into accidental death. 

 

There's too many circumstances,

To make an unjust assessment.

 

She tells me everything. 

No scandals,

No closet skeletons.

Just some dumb choices,

More "oops" than "ouch".

 

Her view of herself was low.

She valued society's view,

Rather than her own. 

 

If this is your worst,

I said. 

I can deal with you.

If you deal with me back. 

Then we should get married.

Get Good

Good body,
Good looks,
Good money.

Good wife,
Good husband,
Good time.

Good work,
Good sex,
Good purpose.

Good car,
Good house,
Good politics.

Good person,
Good thoughts,
Good leadership.

Good friendship,
Good offspring,
Good memories.

Good style,
Good game,
Good mind.

Good movies,
Good music,
Good art.

Good struggle,
Good change,
Good reality.

Good money,
Good bank,
Good interest.

Good weather,
Good book,
Good day.

Good hugs,
Good kisses,
Good love.

Good food,
Good drinks,
Good times were had.

It's good. 

Stand-In: Part 2

A Stand-In.

Again.

Time is no longer valuable. 

I chose to live in Los Angeles.


Residing in Los Angeles is dealing with long lines. 

They say trendy.

That it's cool to queue up to see live events, eat food, or buy subpar clothing. 

We wait in line in our vehicles on the freeway.

We wait in line at the grocery stores and retailers. 

 

Some live in extremely cramped quarters.

Sometimes 3 people to one room, sometimes four.


The owners of the city are so dumb.

All they care about is stuffing as many people in like cockroaches.

The lousy scum that they are.


We live in cramped quarters.

Sometimes 3 people to a room.

It's prison that you get taxed on.

Some would say so.


Bread lines are synonymous with The Great Depression and Mother Russia.

It's happened here.

At a grocery store.

Is standing in line for long periods a real trend?

No, I don't think so.

 

I don't want to stand in line to pay.

I don't want to queue up online for tickets.

 

Fix it. 

It's You, Again and Again

I pushed myself,
Away from you.

This trouble - it's mine.
Too many times I've gone on my own.
And it's not the way to be united again.


I've tried to realize,
It's my heart that I can't control.
I'm not a machine.
I have to remind myself.

I'm hanging around,
The end of my rope.


Do I have the
Will?
Do I have the
Power?

I do.


I know,
I remember.
It's my heart I must control.

In public. 

 
I lied,
Yes, I know.

I know.
I won't give into you again.


I pulled myself towards you,
In from the past.
You struck my chord,
So I pulled my own strings.

And I let go.
I'm so sorry.

I lied.


And it's no more,
With you I'm alive.
Because I don't have control,
Of who I give myself to.


It's you,
Again and again.

Because of Pornography

Diverse shades of Caucasian women is diversity on screens.

The real life women all deny enjoying watching people fucking. 

Of course, they all want to lick a guy's butthole now.

New era video taught them that.

 

Sex used to be such a regular thing.

Normal? Rarely.

At least 100 people are needed for record breaking pursuits.

Only a crazy person wants missionary.

The sets used to have production value.

Now, it's just a wrinkled sheet hiding the actor's personal belongings. 

Without tube sites many would have no interaction with women.

Only a fan for a small subscription.

Real relationship is for the last generation. 

Dining out and a movie with only a chance at a blowjob.

No thanks.

 

For monthly payments, a woman will pretend to remember you and your name. 

Broke folk can settle for an HD video.

Two people pretending to like each other for twenty minutes.

That's what gets them off.

 

Women over the age of 18 started as girls next door.

In their 20s they get cheap boobjobs.

Now, they can't be manhandled anymore.

But they are nice to look at from a distance.

Once the surgery scars become small enough. 

 

Then in their 30s these women became sluts.

In their mid 30s and early 40s they become MILFS.

Sometimes, they become step-mothers.

No method acting required.

 

Men are now sissies on camera. 

The trending searches show it. 

If only they'd shut the fuck up while the woman phony moans. 

 

Sex is a great strange thing. 

That you do alone or with others.

Because of pornography. 

Common

Yes. 

I'd made it all up.

You fell in love.

Now.

You see who I am.

The real me.

My makeup hides the ugly. 

 

Tell me how much I lied.

How bad I am.

I'll twist your words around.

Make you second-guess it all. 

 

I've been out of my mind.
 

Don't try to make it about you.

I never trusted you.

All I wanted was to be alone.

Instead I got everyone to hurt. 

I did it well, didn't I?

 

That's what you get for falling for me.

Your friends and family are pitiful.

They remind me of my own. 

 

I could never love you. 

I never loved you.

I would never love you.

You barely make any money. 

 

Tell me we're not the same.
 

MY CHOICE.
 

I'm not insane.
 

You tell me I'm fucked up.

Accept me for who I am.

You didn't and you won't.

I won't be like the other girls you've dated.

 

Now, I'm ready to die.

I'll do it, I swear.

Don't take me seriously.

 

I'll just survive.

 

Never thrive.

 

And I'll blame you.

 

 

Because of your ambition.

 

That I never tried to have. 

No More Walls

Furious anger by the citizens,

As they get their rights taken from them.

I've been searching for my rights too,

Seems it's been as far back as I can remember.

 

The mourning and sadness hasn't broken me yet.

To be honest, I don't think I do break. 

 

I've been gripping at the edges,

Until my hands are bone and meat. 

My arms degraded away.

My mind telling me I should let go.

 

Hoping that who I am as a person will be found,

To show that I do exist.

If it's truly out of nowhere,

The zone to reach is open higher than the skies.

Mars might let us all in,

If we could only reach there in time.

 

The feeling of uncertainty covered me,

It blinded my heart that was so incomplete.

What I did was trust the process,

To save my own soul.

 

To walk in on my own imagination,

I waited for decades for it to show up.

What was given to me was peace in my heart,

And a little kindness towards others.

 

I don't need the barrier anymore,

Even if it's for my own protection.

I give myself to those that need it most,

I don't mind if it hurts a little.

 

What I do expect in payback is truth, 

No more lies, no more holding anything away.

It's a wonderful gift to be given,

The biggest trust in one and all.

 

No more walls.

We Come From Caves

Big woman with big breasts.

I adore.

Small woman with big breasts.

I also adore.

I see woman and, I, as a non-religious man, I start to pray.

I pray that she'll think I'm funny, and want to cradle me in her bosom that evening.

I thank the Lord for a woman like that.

The warmth she brings.

The true Goddess of my dreams.

She keeps tranquility among all that support her.

Breasts realize into the eyes the vastness of the universe.

The potential.

The quiet, the cold space in between the enormity of the planets and our beautiful stars.

It doesn't feel so far apart anymore.

We go to the moon for them.

How wonderful everything is in our tiny world, and all the love that it brings.

The caress of the breasts.

Creates joy.

The utter peace that we all crave.

Is in between those curves she keeps.

When I see her from afar,

I lose myself for moments that last eternity.

That's why I'll live forever.

It's because of her.

Pure Hate

Hurt is not hate.

I do wish that it could have been anyone but you.

Could one change have changed everything?

A Hurt Machine.

Something that is so beautiful as the destruction of it all.

I want all the suffering to end.

I've known now what I wish I did when you were taken from me.

Forever is a long time without you.

To never again have your breath on me.

I wish I could feel your eyes on me.

One more time.

The trauma I can deal with.

The anger I can't control.

Now that I know I'll never get you back.

And I know, if I could see you again...

You'd give me the chance to hear you say you'd want me to let you go.

And not see you gone.

That's just a dream and then there's the reality.

So when I see the world today.

After all this time of war and all of this blood spilled.

No more violence.

No more hatred.

Peace.

Temporary peace.

Except by me.

There's nothing in me anymore without you.

A heart that beats but no heart to give ever again.

Everyone will pay for what they did to you and me.

Taken the love of my life for something so small and so vain.

I don't have it in me anymore to give anything but all my hate.

The world will pay.

For what it did to our love story.

Los Angeles Poetry Club

Do you write poetry?

You should.

I ask if you do because I want things to change

I want you to Be the Change.

 

You, Cheryl.

You Edward.

You James.

You Marie.

You Tay.

You're the change that I want out there.

You're the one that will bring hope to the world.

This moment is yours.

Do with it as you please.

No matter what, know that this is a safe space to be.

You're welcome here.

You'll meet others who can understand what it's like to be

You're here with me

In California.

And God I love living here.

I fall in love here everyday I'm here.

I get to ponder about things like "why do we die?"

I try to come up with ideas to keep living.

To make today and the future better.

Maybe I'll be the one that does it

Maybe it'll be me.

Maybe it's you.

You should do it.

Without us here at the table

Our vision won't even be known.

Tell us all how you feel.

Even it's not ideal.

Success isn't without its share of failure.

So let's make a Poetry Club.

We can call it Sweet Poetry.

We can call it the Los Angeles Poetry Club.

Whatever it is, we'll know that it's a change

In the right direction.

From within.

A hope for a better life

Through the poetry

Through being famous authors

Through the power of words

That have meaning.

Salesmanship

D.I.

Why?

I'm not interested in your ways.

You're a fool and always have been.

When was the last time you empowered anybody?

I do it everyday.

I do things a little different, yeah.

So what?

The way you do things is exactly how a moron would.

Follow someone's ass around town,

Agree with everything to get your sale.

You're scripted,

But far from an actor.

You're a wannabe's wannabe.

In the world full of fakery,

You're nothing but a phony.

You couldn't be more of a silly person if you were live on TV.

You give clowns a bad name,

Because clowns are actually fucking funny.

You've never even had a chance of a better future with hope.

It's cause you're nothing,

But a dope.

You have no individualism ideals,

While you think daily drug abuse is cool.

It's not medicine, it's called being an addict.

Also, what are you, 14?

Grow the fuck up. 

Fuck all you coward racists too.

Time to get help.

From who I don't care.

Maybe read a fucking book once in a while.

You might learn something about the world.

You made money?

Oh, wow, cool.

You're so special,

Aren't you?

Cool.

Good for you.

Go work another 80 hours a week.

Make someone else rich.

Love Should Be Easy

This is where dreams come true

In the city of Lost Angels

Without wings they walk among us

What a man I am

I'm King of all the broken dreams

Problem

Action

Results

Life can be 

Pretty unfair

Some men

Proclaim to be me

So poor

All they have is money

Their most

Is my worst

Not even a smile

What do you do

When no more credit

Not without love

That's what I need

I could use it

Some of that good stuff

A hug.

A long hug.

A kiss.

A long kiss.

A little bit of sugar.

Tastes so sweet.

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 I wanted, and oddly enough

Sex brought me into my middle life

And with it what I actually needed

Which is to complete my role in life 

To be a good father to 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 should

It makes me smile

Knowing that the sex her mother and I had was fun

That it brought us so much joy

That it brought us something even more joyous

In our everyday way of life

My kin

Her kin

Our kin 

My everything now

Which is her everything now as well

Our daughter is funnier than me

I'm okay with it 

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

Just how it is

It's a simple connection

Of a complex connection

Two adults created a child

Love and intense passion brought

Another being into the everyday

Someone that continues and continues

To bring joy in our every way

Just by being the adventurer she is at 3 years old

Every time I say something or ask my daughter a question

I know what I'm doing - at least, 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

Thanks to Mother for creating her

And for loving me when she does. 

I will always protect our daughter

Teach her to protect her community

Maybe our species will thrive. 

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

Protest

Everyone stays inside

The Revolution must be on the internet or TV

Go out on popular streets to protest

About how horrible things have been and are

Things change only when people go outside

And yell for freedom and support

It's the only way

 

Those in office are responsible for the ugliness and the changes

Us, the people, are fed up they aren't doing what is right

Those in office are appointed by us

To do what is right

And now we are let down by their actions

By our own actions we keep those in office

Whose interests are mainly their own

It's as if we can't voice our own opinion anymore

Or make changes for the better

Without running for office ourselves

So you, and you, and you

You need to go outside

Grab your signs

You

You must go

Go tell how it really is inside your home

Not later, not tomorrow

Today

Now

Right now

For the future.

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.