Glaring distant friend
My skin yields impeccable defense,
Fate kissed the immigrant,
Tragic spec on
mirrors to the west,
Deserter of glass,
Arrester of breath,
suppress the conscious men,
Controllers of the mind &
Inverted demise the
dripping country bleeds,
Leaves lasting leaves
dead & decayed,
& domestic humans,
More death poems
Death has my dick on a line,
What’s more exciting,
Murder citing or ledge sitting?
Tripping of the wall,
Would you help me to the edge?
Would you help me make the climb?
I thought I got the call,
To sacrifice my head.
Give it to me, give me death.
Take my name and my last breath.
Beliefs instilled from a man at church
It was a priest who taught us to follow,
For me it was eagles
For you it was swallow,
Beat us with bibles
And call under worst,
For me it was ties
He took off your shirt.
For my birthday I’d like a piñata.
I want it to be a policeman.
One as lifelike as possible.
But one that won’t shoot my friends in the back.
My birthday isn’t for a long while now.
Don’t know how I will pass the time.
Might just walk into the street and see what I can find.
I got on my expensive clothes to hopefully cross safely.
Because I know out in the road, guns aren’t on safety.
In fact I’d like to celebrate twice.
Can you get me two piñatas and two sharp knives?
One for the policeman in a box for his mother.
Another for the redneck fuck raping his brother.
I can’t stand the lights
I don’t like the day
I just want the night
Take the sun away
I enjoy the night
I don’t mind the rain
I hope you see my eyes
The way I see your face
I missed you for so long
Don’t know what you would say
I wouldn’t be surprised
If you forgot my name
To blame & to pull,
String of birds presented to brawn & authority,
Caged lacking consent,
Mixed colours linger in the brain.
A war wages outside my window,
Consider nature’s mistake,
Consider nature’s mistake,
Primal passion & cheap desires,
Eye for a lie,
Knives in back of night,
Christ’s dyed wine,
Blue rose vines resurrected light,
Reconsider nature’s take,
White funerals excel in excess,
Black carnivals for fat kings digesting race,
White heavenly incest pilots,
Black butterfly wings plucked in violence,
Flapping in aggressive currents
A blind bats hidden dream,
Stains on the sheath,
The trees weep silently.
Discussed species sabotaged,
Wildfire erupts fast
Inside fricative fists,
Destructed prints camouflage
Wall Wizard dies.
The sun scorches the summer city,
Tortured by burns,
Gifted with chattel.
Strange to share the same vision with someone. How can it be?
Two minds undone do rarely agree.
Considering seeing things.
Eyes and feelings.
Hate is good &
bad is fun,
They told us how to live.
Falsity & the frail,
Weak & obscene,
Lack of precocity.
Spring sprang & I sang no worship.
Sharp magnitudes erode the seers.
Blind to what is vivid.
Was it the words or the word?
They not follow me.
An animal’s quarrel with the universe is simply sexual.
Not enough fucks given.
Séances for the living,
A lonely man,
Trance submission to boundaries,
Broken images fulfilled
for open hearts.
vibrating vultures feed like victorious lions in a fight with my ears,
ink buzzing like bee’s black smear on your boyfriend’s name,
beautiful tremors unlock the sadness from your eyes,
reason to believe you need to hear a good song,
anything by Floyd,
throbbing heart healed by the sounds of love,
i hope you realize this can’t continue,
naked once again in the eyes of the truth,
smears on my arm.
I am death. Swallow me with every drag you take. Obsess over me until you rape my closest friend. Allow me to paint your insides a disgusting black. Do you miss me? Good. I’m glad you at least love me now, I expect you won’t in the end. Or maybe you are seeking an end, maybe you wish to die. Is that why you incinerate my body? Burn me so you can burn below. I know I make you cough, I’m sorry, but keep breathing me. I’ll make you the coolest corpse alive. My cremation is yours. Feed me to your mother, I promise she’ll be skinny. Take me to your daughter, Nikki needs someone to play with. I’ve already met your father, unfortunately, we had a very cancerous relationship. I owned him and now I own you. It’s funny how you thought you purchased me. How does that feel? Good for now, I hope. I am not going to kill you yet.
I was told I owed my life to a King.
One who brought righteous things and gave dreams even on sleepless nights.
I got straight b’s and it seemed so easy, I could’ve got d’s and still mastered a degree…
Ancestry.com has been good to me.
But the entire system was and is FUCKED.
Over the years it became clear to me that this joker had indeed raped all the black queens and culture.
Fake as it seems, it’s as real as can be, and people are pissed that different colors keep talking.
Like vultures the system continues to feast on a perceived diseased species.
White thoughts too often resulting in black coffins, exhausting Indian walking, or becoming a policeman to kill people in the streets.
This place is not free.
And I am not the system.
Eye am not blind.
Resist the system, recognize what’s ri………….
The system’s poisonous privilege consumes another weak soul and adds it to the machine.
Int. Mr. Paige’s car (moving quickly away from the motel).
Mr. Paige sits in the driver seat. Tommy LaMotta sits coolly to his right on the passenger side. Davy and Diana lay tied up in the backseat… Bruised, covered in blood, and half dead. Diana slips into a state of unconsciousness while Davy (directly behind the driver), begins to panic.
What the hell is this? What are you doing with us? You shot my fucking wife for Christ sakes!
Well you see Davy she started to get mouthy with me. You can’t expect me to do my job with some funky bitch yelling in my face. Shit, if she gave me the rocks like I asked her, you wouldn’t be in this little predicament. You’re lucky I didn’t put one in you too the way you squealed when we walked in, Miss Piggy.
What else would I do, it’s fucking Tuesday. You both run in my house, I’m trying to take a shit, I got my hand half way up my ass, and you poor fucks gotta shoot Diana? Her birthday’s tomorrow, we had reservations at Carmine’s.
That’s a real sad story Davy. But I think you’re misremembering. Because the only shit I seen you take, was Marcello’s snowy white bag of blow.
Davy (full of shit)
I already told you guys, (gasping for breath) I don’t got your fucking dope. I don’t work for no Marcello. Who the fuck is Marcello? In case you haven’t seen my wife, I’m a family man!
Why don’t you cut me another piece of that bullshit cake you’re shoving down your esophagus, and tell me where you hid the stash? Marcello wouldn’t send us here without reason. (Now staring into the rear view mirror.) Now, I promise your wife is dead in minutes. I know this because I saw Tommy put 2 bullets in her gut, right after I put the first one in. You don’t have a single reason to keep playing hero. You’re not batman, and I sure as hell am not joking.
Davy (scared shitless)
(Back into the mirror) I ain’t telling you a goddamn thing.
Tommy does not hesitate. He quickly whips his body around onto the center console of the mustang, one hand violently grabbing onto Diana’s blood soaked body, and one hand aiming directly at Davy’s skull.
Davy. You’re really starting to bother Mr. Paige and myself. (Hinting towards his now gutless wife) You really need another example of why not to fuck with us?
Alone obsessed by the thought of eyes
Alone unsettled by the dissolving reality
Alone in the desert distorted by what numbs me
Alone as the words make me feel
Alone as the scream expressed
Alone painted in the blood red sky
Alone trapped in the frame
Alone seeking an end to the strange
Alone finding no end to the pain
Alone as the thief who hangs
Alone is how I’ll die.
Alone as the line suggests
Alone far away from the angel’s nest
Alone uncomfortable in my mind
Alone I prescribed this insane paradise
Alone terrified I cry