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Monday, November 30th, 2009

You fat and satisfied?

Is your tro­phy wife hot?

Count­ing your money?

Can’t count that high?

Laugh­ing?

FUCK YOU!



Are your hench­men evict­ing that poor per­son for the crime of being poor?

FUCK YOU! I’m tak­ing your house you rich pig!



You com­plain­ing that the min­i­mum wage is too much?

FUCK you! I’m imple­ment­ing a max­i­mum wage and you make too much!  Give it back!



You cry foul when an increase in AIDS research is men­tioned, ?Too much we can’t afford it!?

FUCK you! I’ll stick you with an AIDS infected nee­dle and count on your sup­port!



Uni­ver­sal health care offends your sensibilities?

FUCK YOU! Every­one is gonna be cov­ered and you’re pay­ing for it!



You bitch about wel­fare for the dis­pos­sessed while you hold your hand out for a cor­po­rate wel­fare check?



FUCK YOU! The juice is two points! Pay up!

Are you imple­ment­ing Glob­al­iza­tion in order to exploit third world coun­tries forc­ing Chil­dren to work in sweat shops so you can max­i­mize profits?

FUCK YOU If you want more money you obscene piece of shit we will send your kids over there and you can take all the prof­its you want!



Did your greed and avarice cause the fail­ure of the world mon­e­tary sys­tem and now you want us to bail you out?

FUCK YOU!  Want another hand­out? First we have to cut off your balls and stick them in your mouth! How much ya want?



Does my lan­guage bother you?

Think me inca­pable of melo­di­ous metaphor or abstract paradigms?

FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! Deal with it!



Do you really think it’s your world and we just hap­pen to be liv­ing in it?

FUCK you! You have what we allow you to have!

Scare ya?

There is a new world order com­ing and is not your global cor­po­rate hegemony

I hear it hum­ming like an angry hornet’s nest? louder and louder, reach­ing crescendo and fly­ing forth



It is the rat­tle of the snake

The hiss of the Cobra

The fang of the Lion

The rak­ing claw of the Grizzly

The sting of the scorpion

The flesh tear­ing beak of the raptor

It is the frus­trated scream of the unemployed

The wail of the hun­gry child

The rage of the disposed

The wrath of the shrink­ing mid­dle class

The anger of the pris­on­ers of poverty

The silent tears of the hopeless

The fury of the forlorn

The howl of the home­less



We be the torch car­ry­ing angry villagers

And you be Dr. Frankenstein

We’re com­ing to your cas­tle and burn­ing it down!

The times are chang­ing, can you feel it?

FUCK YOU!

The last Poet

Monday, November 30th, 2009

Blinded by tears

And mem­ory

I stum­ble

Over

Dead bod­ies



The Sun

Beg­ging forgiveness

Envelopes

Me

And tries

To warm

This cold soul



Bro­ken children

Arms and legs

Spread

At impos­si­ble angles.

Stab at my heart



The scent of lilac

Com­petes

With the decay of flesh

Always scream­ing

In mute agony



The world is not a kind place

It cares little

But for

Sun­rises

Sun­sets

Ticks of an

Unfor­giv­ing clock



Amid the rubble

Of our col­lec­tive sins

I found her

She smiled

And broke the heart

I though I no longer

Had



I would never kneel before any God

But I knelt before her

She was the last Poet

The faint hope

Of a dying race



With an innocence

That broke my heart

She said

You are the scarred man”

You are here to die for me?”



Words

Had long since left me

I shoul­dered my pack

And began the journey

To

The long and dark

Lonely road



She clutched my hand

I fought off

The momen­tary revulsion

I for­got the touch

Of another

Human being

It’s alright”

Are we not friends?”

Her know­ing smile

Belied her youth



We walked

In silence

You know”

You don’t have to die”

I didn’t answer

I was already dead



I scanned the landscape

For

Ene­mies

The howl­ing of wolfs

Sang

With heart rending

Lone­li­ness.

Such a sad song they sing”

I gripped

The unfa­mil­iar touch

Tighter

ORIGINAL SIN

Monday, November 30th, 2009

WAS I THE LAMB WHO STRAYED FROM THE FOLD?

WITH BLEEDING HEART BEATING SYNCOPATED RHAPSODY

BLIND TO THE TENEMENT CITADEL THAT LIES

WITHIN YOUR FALSE HEART!

CALLING SEX’S’ DESIRE,

YOUR LEGS FLY OPEN LIKE SCREEN DOOR SUMMER!

YOUR MUTATED DNA LAYING CONGEALED AND FERMENTING TOWARDS PATHLESS FUTURE.

WHILE YOURE MOANING FORGED PASSION!



CAN HE HEAR YOU?



AM I LAZARUS FRESHLY RISEN

ONLY TO BE SLAUGHTERED ANEW EACH DAY?

PELTING ROCKS AND UNCHIVALROUS ARROWS STRIKING MY FACELESS BACK?

FALLEN HEROES RISING FROM ANCIENT BATTLEFIELDS CRYING HAVOC AND ATTACK!…ATTACK!…ATTACK…!

AM I COMPELLED TO BECOME ODIN’S SPEAR, VISHNU’S POWER AND ACHILLES WRATH?

DO FORCE MY TREAD UPON THAT PATH!



WILL I METASTIZE MALINGNAT CANCERS SCREAMING MY MORTALITY?

WILL THE SAME WIND THAT CHILLS MY SOUL TOUCH EVERY ONE AS FATALLY?

WILL I EVER BE PART OF SOMETHING GREATER THAN I CAN EVER BE?

ROOTLESS AND ALONE AS DECADENT SUMMER’S STORM TOSSED TREE?

IN DARKNESS SO BLACK NO LIGHT CAN PIERCE NOR EYE CAN SEE.

WILL THE LOCKED DOOR OF WISDOM DENIED, FOREVER BETRAY ME



DO THE DANCING PLANET’S CONFORM TO KEPLER’S LAWS

OR ONWHIM.

AM I FOREVER CONSIGNED TO PARADISE LOST AND ORIGINAL SIN

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