Thieves and thanks

Coming undone once again
lost myself deep my friend
lost in this sea of sand
no longer myself but then
awake in the deep midnight
lost and so out of sight
what else that I might need
losing the sleep and the dreams
rise from what is not above
this moment I’m rested undone
coming and going with ease
some days I’m thankful for thieves

Dreaming

Dreaming of another day
can’t stop myself today
cold and now on the floor
can’t breathe or move no more
chained to the end of time
my life has never been mine
dreaming of another out
I don’t want this life right now
I’m just a body here
placeholder best that’s near
dreaming of another place
try to scare me save some face
I just want to die with grace
grieving from this cross I bare
thankful that I’ve got dreams here

A boy like brother

Let’s get defensive
let’s get mean
let’s talk about reality
you wanna excuse
excuse behaviors
is it cause your brother
or just the new dick savior?
Nicki feeling thirsty
got that cheap on the brain
wants to get defensive
he was just fifteen
forget about the manslaughter
just float on being queen
drag yourself through dirt again
just to prove you real
garbage is a hell of drug
when you pretend to deal
so let’s get defensive
she runs her own life
so we can judge Nicki
for choosing a dud
a register sex offender
because her family is love.

Grieving wrong

Trying too hard
is trying too hard
grieving so wrong
yes you can grieve wrong
walking on the grave
sitting on the dead
fuck the damn headstone
get it while it’s fresh
walk on memory
rewrite history
make yourself the victim
because you’re amazing
cover up the badge
and keep on dancing
just like the engagement
this is just recasting
trying too hard
is really quite telling
trying too hard
to keep that ass selling
on to the next
while you’re eating on his grave
just fucked the headstone
make that million dollar O face

Next

Let’s move on
thank you
let’s get gone
next
everything
keeps moving
momentum never stops
it’s churning
burning castles down
It’s fog
obscuring vision
you don’t want to see
let’s move on
before we bleed
thank you
thank you, next
on me
cry for help
what else it be
you got problems
they got trees
moving forward
gets pleading
do not learn
the lesson shallow
mist that obscures
the visions Hallowed
everything
comes to an end
see through
bedrooms
Heavens sent
let’s get gone
just keep on moving
thank you
but I’m still perusing
get the taste of everything
I say I’ve learned
but it has no meaning
thank you, next
a cry of fleeting
let’s keep moving
let’s get gone
before we see meaning
in what we’ve done wrong

More updates

Slowly it is coming
soon we will reveal
a site that is consistent
in content, look and feel
a variety of genres
and of course more poetry
along with publications
and probably some more things
thank you for the attention
and all the reading love
slowly is coming
with so much content to eat up
but in the very meantime
just thought I’d give my thanks
it gives me more to write about
and keeps an even pace

You always wanna win!

It’s in her eyes,
she’s deadly
and she wants you,
lips and a viper tongue
knows no truth,
sits with a smile on
even while she’s grieving,
making all the money
on suicide and cheating.
She always knows
the thing to say
life is so damn fleeting,
but she digs a shallow grave
for all her love is bleeding.

Teach billionaires their place

Billionaires like Elon Musk
save the day and create some stuff,
make the world a better place-
like Kylie Jenner and the Kardashian state.
They’ve saved skid row,
they’ve fed the hungry,
they gave money just for fun, see-
they have so much to give
like to Flint Michigan.
Don’t tear billionaires down
like Elon Musk-
he’s a self made man, a certified genius,
he makes jobs and distributes wealth,
though in actuality he does nothing
most of those jobs a consequence of existing
but he still has the balls to ask the poor
are we listening.
What have you done?
I’ve saved literal lives, but I’m not a billionaire
I’m just alive-
don’t blame the billionaires for lack of success
just remember when our wealthy
created orphanages.

Inside Lovato and the bad life coach

I am an artist,
an entrepreneur-
I’m creative
a fucking gift to the world.
I got ideas
and I show my tits on stage.
I feign authenticity
but make excuses out of pain.
I use my illness
and my addictions as a shield.
I use sobriety
as a theme to get a meal-
I am an artist
a philanthropist and more
I’ve got bipolar
and I wield it like a sword.
I’m not recovered
as that takes time and room to heal,
I am just a child
who doesn’t know what it means
to be real.
I’m just a celebrity,
adding titles to my name-
buying indulgences in vain,
and pretending mental illness is a game.
I am an artist
but that’s just an excuse
for being a child, for being rude
for being ill and relapsing too
I’m just too young to accept the truth,
it’s still my fault, but it’s also youth.

Demi Lovato promotes sexual assault

Women think rape is funny
just like sexual assault
but only when it’s men
who are always at fault.
Women think it’s okay
to pay a woman of the night
to sexually assault the help-
it is her womanly right,
sends her to his room
she enters without permission
grabs him while he’s sleeping
but Demi owns this system
she’s a warrior who knows all
all about sexual assault
doesn’t need education
she flaunts all she has wrought
pays this man for protection
but doesn’t respect his agency
is this the truth about feminism
you’re empowered by the rape
the sexual assault of men
so we can pretend it is us
who live in fear each day?