here is one who, keeps telling us to
drop what we’re doing and run while we can
another, he sunders, constructing
from dust of his fathers, his childrens land.

so give me your poverty, hard-earned
tell me that we will yet get-in
and show all that the lessons learned:
youve got what it will take to win.

reach into your guts my friend
and pull out everything you are and know
and use it to crush your enemies
until nothing is left before you.

There is no wisdom other than this:
integrity in a world of scoundrels
is nothing more than a death sentence.
oh angel of light I see you shining…

It is a world where at best
one can become a devil
and even I am dressed
by that which must dishevel

the fiercest love ive ever known
was born of great ambition
with time integrity thus shone
a light into perdition
without exception taken
foundations thus are shaken
until my kin awaken
I find myself alone.

Cover your heaven, Zeus,
With cloudy vapors
and try out your strength
like a boy beheading thistles
on oaks and mountaintops
Still you must let
My earth stand
And my cottage, which you did not build,
And my hearth
Whose glow
You envy me.

I know of nothing more despicable
Under the sun than you gods!
Scantily you feed
Your majesty
On sacrifice
And the breath of prayer
And you would starve
If children and beggars,
Were not hopeful fools.

Once in my youth
I knew not where to turn,
and cast my confused eye
toward the heavens, as if there were an ear above it
to hear my lament,
Or a heart like mine
To take pity on me in my hour of need.

Who helped me
Against the arrogant Titans?
Who saved me from death,
And slavery?
Oh, holy glowing heart,
Did you not achieve all this yourself?
and in your innocence
Deceived, but radiate thankfulness
To the sleeper up above?

I worship you? what for?
.
.
.
.
was it not omnipotent time
and eternal fate
my masters and yours
that forged me into a man?

did you think
that i would hate life
or flee into the wilderness
because all my flowery dreams
did not mature?

I sit here
and make men in my own image
a race which shall be like me
to suffer, to weep
to enjoy, and be glad
and to ignore you
as I do!

i am indecent to have spoken
unheard and unwatched
of things dead to the world.

the eras youth swept by
a flood of talent into the oblivion of modernity.
i was laughing as we programmed
our way out of one mythology
and into another.

i am a GHOST
whispering in abandoned hallways
for every lost mind
every coddled waste.
the beast seeks to tear my world apart-
its an act, a flea circus
a play to entertain insects.
again, without movement,
i have shackled 10k necks-
no speech, no accoutrement
i have buried my seeds with every word.
there are events
for which one must have been a spectator-
to plumb the depths of every labyrinth:
or one is confounded.
every line is crooked-
would you like some coffee?

Your Dreams live in the house I built
Before my birth the roof-beam raised
High on sense, ere thou be self-killed
Beheld the dawn, confused and dazed.
The ancient game within
Id mastered how to win
A pro at unknown sin:
Lord of a crystal palace - razed.

In times forgotten I laid bare
The route of conquest to the brave
Set forth the mean with measured care
A kingdom without king or slave -
Our noblest feelings sanctified
The truth in error I descried
Unsure of self I yet had tried…
A shadow cast within the cave.

Days when my heart sang
Days when the stars rang
Out the birth of a new god
Clad in the vine and unshod
Roaming unto few
Eternally reborn…

Don’t hand me the deliberate tones
Of music and tell me to dance
Or the ostentation of imagery
Do not give me moving pictures
Let my becoming animate the form

Give me the lines of the poet
And a stitching together of sense
That bonds a universal self
To its origins while giving
Flexibility and an open mind

I don’t need the harlem renaissance
To hear you, oh muse, calling me
Across time and space your voice
Reaching out to set aright
Direction of your adherent’s foot

Pick up the ball and run with it
Hah! A sports analogy that’s rich
Blank verse is good enough for you
I know you don’t need any more
Brothers carry this to the goal line

And relay that shit like lightening
Push, push you fuckers push
With everything in you push
On the cliffs of Dionysus feel
Compassion for the falling

The poet, the quintessential liar
The fox and rat who finds a way
The wriggling through that is so human…
You most honest psychologist and slacker
Aesthetic life sustains us both.

Let me be the first to pay you
Though in lines it be and little
Let me say what no one else could
Job well done - space monkeys all
And a bonus for not having asked
Or waited

It is mine you know
Every idea, every
Bankrupted genius;
Every insight and
Corollary

The Humans are mine
They are the tendrils
Of my longing and breath
Genetic is Cthulu
Indeed

A writhing chaos is mine
Hydroponic, self-sustained
Fishing for Lions
I have been all this time
Waiting

Impatiently you know
The way a father waits
For concrete possibilities
You cannot stop me
Fools

While you have been
Constructing our demise
I have been sewing
The fire seed…
Planted

A million lives go down in a day
Beneath this rising and setting star
And as many more are on their way
The fateful hour is never far

Think not that your life shall end
Nor by what course you might extend
The length of days you have to spend
Shry penury shall do you in
The day is short and quite unjust
Try as you might you cannot win
This game is rigged, in me your trust
Do place, and faith! Dear friend, perpend:
I am an open book to you
I cannot lie and wish I could
This fragile store somehow renew
Or rest because you understood

Unnumbered, unnamed and unloved
Down to Orcus unsung you go
The myths of ages obscure you
Mighty stars! How you moved
The universe around you…

Forgotten words, unwritten ideas
Songs sung into the open air
A forest of ideas falling still
I have cast the widest net
In your honor you strange fish!

What is life? I am still asking
This unquenchable mathematics
Let us strive for fairness then
To the four winds even proclaiming
Our indebtedness for wisdom

My hand is held out to the stranger
I have discovered the secret road
Whose trail of bread crumbs you left me
Oh you countless human arrows
Shot at the target, we are flying still.

I hit the mark in my head today
On the journey inward a sign post
Kinship with the unknown integer
Through the integral realization of self
I have shattered ten thousand ways.