…And as a united people we will rise on the backs of the uneducated.  From their sweat a great nation will be nourished, rooted in their veins.  From the strength of their hands our legacy will be built in permanence.  From the fertile soil of poverty we will feed our country.  We will give them…

this is the land of the free who chose slavery. an ever expanding suburbia built with strategically placed tombstones. your coffin is just part of the scenery. never mind the green in our eyes or the ink on our skin, we built this three car garage with integrity and the sweat on our brows. elastic…

no sounds of life are heard on this open sea of mercury. the wind carries the groans of the dead. surface reflects solitude. each wave hitting harder. i am the daring captain of this vessel. sailing through the veins of treason, i clench the wheel in one hand and my skeleton in the other. in…

to a world that longs for the intimacy of 1,000 desperate arms and clings to their warmth. this is the end where the means are always justified and the status quo is our riot control. this morphine induced state of peace is our hallow legacy. death beats in my chest, with a framework crafted in…

we have backed ourselves into a comfortable corner. all threat has ceased and we have been reconciled to our creator. we lifted our hands of despair in a medical prayer and the prescription was fulfilled, the remedy discovered. the revolution waiting to be sparked by our pentecostal tongues was stifled by our platonic throats. my…

majestic beauty, floating on air with each step. she hides pearls behind that glossy red gate. her silver, starry eyes hide secrets she’ll never tell. black hair falls innocently in her face and casts a shadow of inner serenity. her red dress still burned in my retina. a form brushed elegantly with purity. how did…

manipulate every breath. control every heart beat. framing pictures of eclipses. white fades. days blur. salvation in aisle four. arms race to redemption. american dream or second hand nightmare. industry swallowed improvement. i will lead the funeral procession before the parade. fulfilling my postmodern meaning. bask in pious pride or bathe in a moral massacre.…

a forest. dark. unfamiliar.a shoreline. quiet. motionless.no city. no ripple.a fire. a flood. #i am. Confront. OBEY. embRACE.

strike up the band, i can see the procession of needy sinners. it’s time to make a masterpiece! take a number, you can keep your coat but leave your brain. conformity in the form of a killer. we leave when our dreams lay lifeless on the floor. the great lizard waits patiently outside. his eyes…

in a society built by caffeine and machinery we raised a generation of poets.  send them to war. #read-b4-itburns