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Is This What You Wanted

Poetry is activism/Penned in prison/Gleaned from prisms/I been in this system/Where the scene is livid/Pedophiles, thieves/Fiends and killers/It seems forgiveness/Is a religious construct/The Dept. of Justice/Has departed from adjusting us

I'm not the only one
Who has been in since adolescence
What kind of lesson
Is learned from
Half a century of oppression?

Is this the system you wanted?/Mass incarceration/Is this a confirmation/Every Time you elect/A tough on crime politician/Every Time they build another prison/I understand crime and punishment/But not the money spent/I'm not a Republican/But what happened/To conservative gov't?

Cleverly abbreviated
The populace inebriated
On prescription pills
Social media and feeding hatred
Is this what you wanted?


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Dear Someone

Dear  Someone,
I am a prisoner
But humanism has inspired me
I wrote in my diary
That while I will never be Ivy League
My DNA enables me
To change my criminal pedigree
Dear Someone,
My cage is draconian
But the fire inside me
Won’t stay ignorant
It builds slowly
Fed by the sciences
As censors try to silence the id
I’m from the school of Prometheus
Yours Truly,
A Humanist

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Sex, Hate and Compassion

I saw a lion hug a man
and thought I saw a turtle cry
If they can have compassion so can I
Feeling lust, rage and elation
sex, hate and sedation
seeing mental patients
with a touch of genius
if God was a man I’d worship Venus
because the world’s disordered
and nature’s a whore
we pay her to feed us
seduction and gore
Sex and violence
my conscience is silent
I want what I want
Sex, hate and compassion.

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Tell Me Everything

A misanthrope yet addicted
To your praise
Inclined to enslave
And beckon come and see
We can trade witticisms
Or discuss the front page
You can confide every fetish
I promise I'll behave

Even if it's 50 Shades
I'll conceal every page
Of our correspondence
And when I call
You're only talking to me

Tell the Devil everything

We can mourn our loses
Spit on the crosses
I'm your friend on standby
Forget the rest of this horseshit
I'll visit while you sleep
In the morning
You'll want to be branded by me

I'm an entity to be reckoned with
You should be scared
But instead you're soaking wet
Your submission fuels me
But your promises don't fool me
I know one day
You'll disappear and leave me lonely

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Florida and the 46

49 lost because of who they loved
53 shot in the city of sun
We're all the recipient of 46 chromosomes
The product of genes, environment
And consciousness that is all our own
Although we can access the Collective
We're individual expressions
Of stardust evolved against all odds

Know yourself and ascend
All forms of imprisonment and self ignorance
Are the poorest expression of the id
Rise organize and learn
Time is circular
But before we return to the earth
Take a moment of silence for
The 49 lost because of who they loved
53 shot in the city of sun
We're all the receipient of 46
No matter where you're from

Cogito ergo sum

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Suck It

The theory is you will read
Anything that has to do with sex
So suck it
This one's about politics

Politicians kneel to corporate masters
Check your tags
They've branded the masses
Does the DOW Jones dictate your mood?
Do the stocks keep you in bonds, too?

The theory is you will read
Anything having to do with sex
So suck it
Life is a big one
Can you handle it?

Why do you think they call it
White and Blue collar
So drink your coffee
And earn that dollar
This one's about politics

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A Gnostic Psychic

Wrinkles in time produce erasures of mind
Loving you with only the faint residue of who I am
Like a hard drive wiped clean
But the user’s sweat still clings to the keyboard
The interface had to wait to be reformed
My inner face smiles when it sees our connect was reborn
The metaphor is fitting
But the brain is more
Than an information system
Waiting to be accessed
We’re not technology and plastic
Imagine this- you and I
Soul mates of a kind
What is a mate but a friend
Is that a crime to believe
In another place and time
We shared an intimate exchange
Is that strange that you were mine?
Oh to turn a phrase
The words like sugar on a cane
They thrust on the the page
And make love to the mind that retains
The heat from my flame
I’ll say it again
Imagine this- you and I
Soul mates of a kind
What is a mate but a friend
Is that a crime?
To believe in another place and time
We shared an intimate exchange that was sublime

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The Devil and a Dusty Road

I stepped onto a dusty road
The night was almost through
If my life were a genre
It would probably be a few
I made people laugh
All of us have criedAnd as I walked that road
He pulled over to the side
He said “my name is Nick
Please do get in
I don’t know where you’re going
But I know where you’ve been”
“You must be the devil
A demon or a ghost”
“On the contrary,” he responded.
“Just a gentleman and a host”
So we made some miles
And had some smiles
Then the dawn was close
So we rode into the silence
He smiles and hummed a tune
“You probably want my soul” I said.
He laughed and said, “It’s used”
Then I woke up in my bed
Quite startled and confused
Of course it was morning
Yet I still wore my dusty shoes…

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The Whore and Glitch

"The whore and glitch"

Time tantalizes me, Bars I'm behind
Despair inside  that hides my beauty
My worth only determined through biased eyes
In another life I was a whore, 
Then an artist with a beautiful mind

Born in the wrong place or the wrong era
The Matrix made an error yet I'm still here
The glitch who will become a paragon
Desiring fame but want to be left alone

The paradox of one
Who strives for enlightenment
Collar and train me
It will free me, I promise

Pay homage to the Sacred Feminine
The Satanic and August
A poet until gagged and bound
Branded, admonished

A beautiful mind is mine
My dark curiosity seeks a Master
Alas it shant happen
A rare glitch uncultured, uncaptured



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