You saw it the whole time,
I couldn't see a darn thing
as my weak anti-coolness
manifested into a ruining!
Poems
Well, we're inking poetry
which pulls 'pon a poetic
Old men writing poetries
'tis anti-fucking pathetic!
I didn't follow my dream,
and now it surely seems
it's way too fucking late!
All seeming's real friend
yet 'pon bittersweet end!
Never bow down to hate
Be cool not just for school
Coolness is the best rule
Stay cool don't be a fool
Chill pills make happy fuel
Don't lose your cool
is what they'd said?
I've misunderstood!
here now I am dead
Don't lose your cool,
go mean and angry
don't lose your cool,
you ruin likeability!
We toss and turn like mental patients
From clean slate to Pavlovian mind
Yearning for omniscient approval
Our sapience caveman-like inclined
We hem and haw like unsung heroes
From innocence to self-protection
Forging robust special-needs egos
Of able-bodied imperfection
We carry on like New York minutes
From first breath to final fatal throes
Seeking meaningful recognition
In triumphs chic as emperor's clothes
We come and go like mad geniuses
From humility to who's the boss
Trading truth for popularity
Our brief life spans saddened by the loss
Looking back into the passage of the past
Deep into the long straight hole of existence
Where unremitting memories start and stop
Like subways click-clacking from out of the dark
Seeking truth inside the tunnel of lost time
Dark beyond the illuminated exits
Where regrets and pure delights step on and off
Like tourists seeking out the finest locales
Beating back against the rushing cavern walls
Chanced upon each arrival and departure
Where wayward spirits reach out for one last ride
Like ghosted hobos hoping all is not lost
Just listen to Buddha you'll be okay,
don't listen to what dumb fucks say
the humblest ones are wider awake
well again and away from the frays
Healthy Sapiens' share food as a matter of wellbeing!
how ironic some humans think sharing is weakness
Karma sayeth fat fart has a heart attack in his veins!
feels his sad death expedites better as happy demise
The poo-poo's pouring out of me like voodoos!
camping 'pon swampy Cambodian monsoons
The best pee-pee I've made in over four years!
brings a helping of forethought to happy tears
I'm a Neanderthal here in the East
an East knows me better than I do
East tribes traded peacefully often
West clans just cranium slaughter
Only if I'm living in the truth can I feel joy
I missed a lot of great joy living in my lies,
I thought at the time, I'm perfectly alright!
I couldn't see the truth I got skinned alive
