Poems

I'm sad, I'm hurt, I'm frustrated and angry

if I leave her I'll still be all this plus lonely

Being by myself shan't diminish this blue

if I go, I'll be alone pain sharply reminded

Well-meaning words

Much misconstrued

Dull stony barbs

Old pooches screwed

Sharp needles stuck

Acts out of line

I stab your back

Now you stab mine

Look at the Devil's advocate making counterpoints galore

squatting on Nihilist barstool jacking off to porno whores,

telling me the cannabis turns my brain to dummy's mush

your hypocritical boring has me mouthing the word hush

Don't forget I'm your idiot, here in our Thens of now's

oh, there 'tis a before and she's underneath somehow,

the Thens I've bad lived do follow me right up to here

choices I make now then turns all memories to cheer

There is no then

But only now

The past is gone

Lost anyhow

Life is right here

Right now that counts

Yet still a dream

By all accounts

I hated like rancid vinegar, drove all honeybees away

becoming like a Buddhist I healed much of the decay

I quit everything I started, as the wheel spitting shite

becoming manifested ode I brought purposes to light

I hang by a hardwire forging ignoring's habits blinds,

becoming as remembered 'tis happinesses I will find

Just imagine if we'd been kindhearted men

discovered the place where we'd now begin

What if we'd used a warm, nurturing touch?

brewing as men who like helping too much

Why, if I could go back that's just how I'd do

if I would be then, to my own self I'd be true

If I've seen one First Amendment auditor, I've seen them all

and I'm appalled at what I'm seeing as tyranny's disturbing

and this violent sheeple herding goes on sans a broken law!

Why are you policing me, out here doing not one act wrong?

your duties to protect me, moving smooth democracy along

your jobs not to judge me, decide I'm breaching-o-the-peace

our sworn law enforcers must all injustice desist and cease

Ollie Hardy said it best

Well, here's another fine mess

But who's gotten into what?

Hard to say I must confess

Now a trigger-happy world

Hence, there goes the neighborhood

But what's gotten into whom?

Mischief oft misunderstood

Unfocused man without ego,

Euell Gibbons hugging a tree

brews as cultures first Karen

this 'tis how I've come to me

Fearful ashamed in re Ganja,

as tool no handle new stress

how sidetrack and triggered

I'm manifest as from a mess

Look at me, look at me

Who I am, what I know

Watch me climb to the top

Look at me steal the show

Look at me, look at me

Where I go, what I do

Watch me take all I want

Look at me not be you

Look at me, look at me

When I talk, what I say 

Watch me rise up and rule

Look at me rue the day

It doesn't at all matter who you are in this world,

because you'll just end up another rich soil's dirt

whether good or bads, in glad happiness nor sad

that's just how all the science of it actually work

It doesn't really matter who you were 'pon earth,

although I hope you were a kind and loving sort

still nothing of it reads as important here at end

and I'll share this with you in the Nihilist report