Everything that is beautiful, refined, poignant
About a blameless you … I despise without merit
This mangled, aged face and useless, clumsy hands
They too, fervently despise the newness of you
Still I smile and bid you well before admirers in rising circles
It is treasonous for my mouth and mind
Nonetheless, one must be astronomically above forty-five
One must be foster diplomacy, etiquette and patriotic civility
Musket policy applied to crowd killers
Alleged logic, as you baptize rounds in blood
Dispatch more souls to unearthly worlds
While living creatures blindly pray for death
Revenge, questions, supplications and more void
Too much to absorb for most senses, near or far
Shout out to the hoarders of demon weaponry
Brown and black are targeted- 100 yards from home
Bring flowers to where sacred parchment rest
Our Terrorist Constitution of these United States
Rest assured there is no envy
So many others – unfathomably free
Laughing at your quaintly furnished cell
Walk with your feet, clumsy giant trembles
Seek good shelter, tramp of a leader
Unplug all digital this and that – dispatchers of betrayal
Very mean doggerel, shouts a lost underling
What is doggerel? In charge is insanely stupid
All workings of mischievous hands and eyes
Guarantees have guarantors’ backing – too old to care
How does mouse become lion? Roar elected joke
Laugh, laugh and perhaps cackle a bit – the one who knows
Go on and confiscate all means of support
Collect, disseminate then ignore all common treasures
Lively innards may fail still – no matter for next phase
Rural stump or urban curb – momentary al fresco domicile
Sleep into ethereal freedom – farewell earthly encumbrances
Laugh a little (because I’m somewhat petty) and smile
There is more than whining and high-pitched supplication
More than tears and manic frustrations
More than slamming of fists against faultless surfaces
There are private citizens who trusted a young stranger
Stranger packed conformist garb into sellout bags
Looking favorably, stranger said nothing and smiled
Welcome to Washington fellow do-nothing brother
Loud, angry and ridiculously giving – the world is far too quiet
Friend is gone and I hate it- don’t say it please
Loyal to family of blood and family of choice – principles can’t be buried
Time crawls without anecdotal words of life, sports and politics
Can’t you post on Facebook from heaven? Forget I said that. Just rest
It doesn’t matter – we all selfishly demand more
No substitute for your moral outrage that issued lovely rants
No replacement for your unfettered joy with loved ones around
No duplication for quiet moments of tenderness – so much more
The ache still invades this world – small price to pay
Your flawed people gladly pay for the honor of mourning you
Rising from your expletive business to my blameless hovel
Of course I hear your uncivil war – was that bone cracking
Nine-one-wretched-one … perhaps dropping weighted noise on battered floor?
Christian rock via giant woofers – Can that redirect his drunken rage?
Go on down steps, bang on door –ready for a projectile weapon.
Not so frail waif opens door – It’s eerily quiet with palpable reasons.
Bits of human liquid and innards not far from massive corpse of who cares
Sorry for the noise, utters tiny chance survivor, we were ill but I am now well
Unquenchable urge to run, play, fall and always be late
Baptismal mud, scraped knees and palms
Joyful little warrior child … cautious at home’s tricky door
Chuckles, disapproving glares, authoritative bellows
Domestic minefield has been traversed – go bathe
No dolls, tea set or princess garb – bathwater is getting chocolate brown
Is wearing dress or skirt required in real world – specialized rules will apply
Self-ruler years pass, a plethora of debt is somewhat transferred and paid
Quite fierce Harley to work – Senate Floor … Blessed afterwards kickboxing poor sizeable victim
Crying due to the strength of a push
It was a gust of cruel wind!
I was an assaulted infant and so I cried
Human comfort came quickly and so I cried
Years made my bones and skin stretch
Push, strikes and fierce gravity
Take it and give back … you are grown.
You’ve been hurt and know your role! Cry, cry
Spiteful laughter and heartless remarks GOD NO!
Human comfort died as I grew .. chose option #2
Will my flesh away via stubborn chants, prayers
Remembering Wind rides above all human frailties
Completely absurd but I am sure of this …
Fine weather was dispatched for us
Torrents too were made for this silly couple
Sky fire, rain and us engulfed in power vortex … splendid
All that is womanly and wrong beyond my flesh
I noticed it and you love it, because your heart is brave
That which was hidden within your touch
I claimed it selfishly for my starving heart
I saw the man you truly are in a sea of nomadic souls
The lovely secrets between us is our treasure
Broken timelines are irrelevant for us
We love imperfectly, passionately, quietly and wholeheartedly
No changes necessary… such is our chemistry
Medicated Words 