poke at the large hand of freedom's majestic chaos hard-tosser of nautical prescriptions supervisory performance-enhanced override of skeptical nightmarish livingscheme assassins with coordination pending on a refusal to re-up gas-filled proprietors-- or agencies in general imitating, i am writing a history about nothing & doing if you are considering reading a book: try first reading the relative pride of a soldier's shoulder breathing messiah, we breathing men wired, bleep censored to refuse tags as a temper-evident weary purveyor of now inhales advertisements spoiler-ban of multi-donor particle assembly meeting at a town in my tinsel thin whistle, subtle silence at the horizon as far as light in a simple whisper of complications nauseating the hemisquares inbox retainer method verification of safe, self-inflicted psychology lessons at the 400, level me an ice cube of past melted in a bathing solar-intake of puzzle-dwelling duplexity strollers roller skates, phenomenons, hoodlums, street bangers, insidious barfly residue as a snake giga bites ascertain fleshless universe as tactile & nonexistent as the last inception of it and it it it, it it it, and it and it and it and it it it it it it it it it showed me that things aren't nothing & nothing iS beyond a fact sitting in bed, living in my deadtime, typically awake when i should be sleeping, active against my will & ethics when i should be resting or creative flashes blink a spectacle named breathing we messiah boundless uncontrollable & balanced against not byproduct of some certain types of love understanding a commitment through graying hair & clenched teeth offwhite oral tombstones below a distorted mirror sky, warm, yet perrenially drenched in moistened poison saying poor choices with a body lacking the act of overcome overcome overcome tell not "nothing or war?", the purveyor of how relayed as the doubt crept in deduction & truth exited the meatlocker of pill claims & the efficiency of tipping balances of what was lost in nothing or war when i say nothing lasts, i mean it as a nothingness everlasting tax-bracket of unknown cash-access charge to the playtime throw your grills into a pit & use promethea's evil to liberate your material self and if anyone would like to finance my freedom i'll be more than happy to bask in your irony

what i have iS a story...

paint a platinum grill for yer coffin

motherearth vibrates, shivers & floods oppressive men conquer lands & rivers of blood we fight the hype unless they say continue starvation's raisin, another item on the $1 menu now that's wicked, head of the snake the united states- ground zero for the hate

cinderblock blues... she's the mortar, am i the bricks?

the beat plays so sincerely it exists as time bearing witness to my existence in this. took a journey to where I thought you were lurking but I was just looking. looking for time in space. the ultimate game of one trumping the other, every(thing) I spoke of had a blue or red. every(thing) I experienced was mine to be had. I stepped out of this to wrap my was around is. sometimes it doesn't really make sense. listening to old movies on a sony walkman radio set. watching my life unfold right in front of me. I snipped some of my hair away away with a razor you gave me from dave. a razor dipped in spliff resin met me in a resting place. a restroom where I found my true love. it. she. them. they. fuck. none of it makes sense anymore. I made sense an object. I made you an object. Letting loose Leary Larry and Leo. now, in marches the nameless. all figured out. no more tweaking when I see police. finding my way through the thorns into the vine, I miss it. it. this is my letting go. this will be my last poem tonight. it's just nature and is from here. you never been on a ride like this before.

all words taken from nba playoff coverage of game 3. the mavs went onto sweep the lakers & went on to win the title. yay sports!

love on the radio or love in real life? our votes still get ignored, so i implore you: what the fuck iS democracy for? in the dawn of a whoring morning more glory or porn & choices voiceless prisms & gory oratories, faceless vixes there's no beauty in a heartless tomb inscription there's no intelligence in denying that these wars have victims, sticks to them like a sickness quick to flip these flicks & contradictions like: bombing for peace or justice in an urban holocaust growin up was love, now being grown iS being shown up by amerikant media forces forcefeeding me until i'm throwin up every single corporate score pushes me towards a post-war mental ward soon to be defined by my dental records & rigor mortus these thoughts are sore but my eyes are blinded by the nightly tortures enforced from the white fortress enforced by the white fortress love on the radio iS all bling & smilin love in real life iS more like an insane asylum

so many to choose from!