The root cause of hate is fear
And so if you hate me then you fear me,
Which in some cases would be totally justified.
Such as if I’m a Muslim jihadi without a clue
What jihad actually means
And so wants you dead simply because we disagree,
Or say I’m a trans activist willing to kill
You and your helpless innocent children as they pray,
Because of something so arbitrary as I want to.
Everything we do sends a message
A message out into the infinite sphere of space,
Often called Heaven,
And out to everyone me meet
And these actions flavor us, our words, our looks
And most importantly our impact.
Do we seek to calm and please others
Or disturb and disrupt them?
It all depends on what they are doing.
If you’re in love with blowing yourself up
Or shooting children
In the name of some narcissistic cause
I can tell you, you should be scared,
Terrified and truly phobic,
Of my sanity, basic decency and normalcy.
Who am I?
I may be six, sixteen or sixty-six but,
“I am Charlie Kirk.”
(9/17/25)
All the same
of evils fame
hate, murder and genocide
lies, white supremacists in ties
They do not use one gun
nor kill one son
with their weapons
they murder in the millions
Now Charlie was full of hate
no immigrants
laughed at Palestinians state
blacks and women better know their place
When thousands of children slaughtered
he loved the blood of fathers daughters
He worshipped himself
Jesus never in his equations
He worshipped only genocidal nations
They made a horror flick
He was weak or he was sick
They chose him as the star
He can run, but won't get far
They created a wall compartment
Inside his small apartment
They installed cameras there
Reality show, unwanted, but they didn't care.
(bridge)
He felt ill, he began to ail
No idea of the hand pushing down the scale
Romance and work dove down the drain
They laughed and gloated at his pain.
(Chorus)
It’s a horror flick, but the plot is real,
They aren't like us in the way they feel.
He’s the star they chose, but the plot is sick,
Living and dying in their horror flick.
He heard them speak, felt nerve gas in his room
His apartment was a secret tomb.
He knew too much, but the cops would not believe
And he could not save others, for them we grieve.
So, learn the lesson be an owl:
Around us ghouls are on the prowl
They pass as normal, but empathy lacks
And in normal life, there are hidden attacks.
It could happen to you too
Bewildered by all the bad things that accrue
A life derailed, no suspicion why
When the only exit seems the choice to die.
("Rainbow Body" detail, 2018, original encaustic)
Today I noticed on a website I use for book reviews
All eight of my poetry books
Suddenly have a fresh new one star review.
Sadly though there is no content to these reviews
Nothing to sink my teeth into and learn from
Just a single star
Which simply means, “I hate it.”
But these are the first reviews or ratings
I have ever received in ten years now
Of publishing poems
So I will take it
Mostly because I have no choice.
It is a free world after all
And so if we engage with it
We shouldn’t be surprised
When it engages back.
The beauty of getting only one star reviews
Of course is it doesn’t get my hopes up
Hopes of becoming rich and famous
Influential and significant
Because I know, especially now,
None of that would be true.
(9/15/25)
Population patterns in history line
A fold
That general Assembly
Has no peaceful minds hiding
Just as just a study
A must I interfere?
That's a head count happened.
Poor man's oath to wait it out and relay.
A 2 nd parallel beneath the 1st?
Since February of 2025 after the delay
for stated move in dates prior to Jan thru August 2024
Obstructing legislations passage in
California homekey qualifies a minimum
6 months of evidence in the willful
collection of bribes by employed Californians.
Rules as laws in reading legal headlines
defined by regulation of Republican policy shift
This shift in labor policy counters
Trial and error of time under Democratic policy
Zero Budget exists for grants of yesterday or salary
Suggested
No department transfers prepared
Then bribery is accounted for as precaution
To statement
Fact in science of math and letters from history
Let it be noted in speculation laws preventing
speculation that following private citizens
rights and manners is evidence against
When your wrong
You may not correct the truth
Our deathbed waits for no one
It has legs with wheels following close
Fore the fastest mako breaching/brought
Can slam into your reality, splatterpunk
Does the higher-ups work w/bridge$
Against the chernukha backdrops
Titan Arumatic therapeutic extras
Granite broke down into atoms you couldn't comprehend
Without a micro/scope, dreamstate dialog
Promisee talking about power, Faustian tête-à-tête
Hungry colorful golf ball(sp)oons, aim for pupils
Falcon will drop the rabbit, serpentine dance
Snake may hold insidious ideas, draw a line
That word it rights is the mise-en-abyme
In cursive with dark reverie
I'll die for literary nuance
My pages are empty-handed
Lines intersect in geometrical artistic expression
Saying I’m sorry without feeling any regret.
Thinking the good you’ve done doesn’t count because of the bad you’ve done.
Using excuses instead of being honest with someone you love.
Playing the blame game and blaming others for your mistakes.
Insisting that your way of thinking is always right and the only way.
Deciding what’s best for a group of people without getting any input from them.
There is no us in that—
in that you’re on your own.
Refusal to walk into your trap
where hate breeds like a disease unknown.
Your thoughts collapse, too slack, too thin,
to prove you ever weighed it all.
I cannot see where your mind has been,
prepared to twist and watch it fall.
You chose the crowd instead of thought,
traded your reason for their disguise.
You bury your hate in borrowed lies,
and march in step with a machine—
telling your heart this path is proud,
that every stride is patriotic ground.
But your path veers far from mine.
It runs against all I know.
Darkness shadows every track—
and I no longer want to know you.
rap pounding in my ears
not at all sure what it means
~ stilletos whacking at my skull
When he says nothing
When he says nothing after you’ve told him that two days after your first date a man groped you
When he says nothing after you said the guy grabbed your ass
When he says nothing after you tell him that guy says he’s been watching you
When he says nothing after you told him how helpless you felt
When he says nothing after you said you had to call the cops
When he says nothing after telling him how you wondered if the cop was judging you as he stood on your porch
When he says nothing does it really matter? Because he obviously never cared at all
When he says nothing
... First take the log out of your own eye, and then you will be able to see clearly to take the speck out of your brother's eye.
~Matthew 7: 5 GNT
If you want to stop fascism
check in the mirror,
make sure you're not the one
being cupbearer!
Just as you would suppose,
Unleased hatred only grows.
Do lash out, I’m sure you’ll see
God gives this freedom to you and me.
Mind your soul to heal the hate.
Enlighten your path before it’s too late.
Note your actions and words, if you will
That your hate will ever be still.
All that anger held inside
Leaks from within, not outside.
Racism, ageism, sexism, name it!
If there was tech-ism, we’d have to game it
Why should the pattern of reckless decision
Further a hate based on sex or religion
Why not let love and let live be your “ism”
Spreading its beauty like light through a prism
Loveism, likeism, careism, make it!
After a while, you would not have to fake it
What if our would had no isms at all
Changing the course of our strange little ball
Love and let live and leave others alone
Foster the greatest true love ever known
There is a party of hate and you are invited
If fact it’s an open invitation
But everyone seems to leaving
Everyone that is tired of hate and death.
The party of hate meanwhile
Revels in the death of others
The death of their own
And the death of those to come.
It makes up policies like soft on crime
And defund the police
Which only leads to more death
Especially of children and minorities,
But that is what the party wants
To further its goal of systemic victimhood.
These are modern day sacrifices
To the gods of change
Made with hate in their heart
But fear in their mind,
Fear that they may be wrong,
May have it all wrong
That hate and death is better than love and life.
Of course they are wrong
And they know this
Because as long as they are alive
There is still a seed of love in their heart.
(9/12/25)
Charlie Kirk
Breaks my heart
his death today
the bullet was not signed
as is the Zionist way
A Palestinian child denied her right
to sign the death sentence
with Gods best wishes
another terrorist fades into oblivion
Now women shut up
and make babies, your only job
that was his message
Feminist's laughing, this fool a knob
All the women already in heaven
dancing with angels of empathy
and compassion
look down and laugh this pious clown
you live by the second amendment
you die by the second amendment
Jesus will never have to see you again
finally in hells fire, you are with your own
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