Pa+Joe

kindred souls

spirits surrounding

his squirrels gathering

their friend gently sharing

peanuts, patience and faith

their keen connected magnetism

was passed down to me, want a treat?

Prodding my

manic depression

they human-resourced

manipulations and engineered

induced frustrations with their silent

keylog vultures and culture surveys preyed

weakening me further then paid me $120K

shut me up and down asking for a payback

They

sought

to keep us sick

tired and distracted

not by burning, but torching

our candle wax at both ends

while never attending to our short-

tempered tar and feathered friends

We

ran up

and smashing

the round, red button

climbed the cage up high

falling down attempting to fly

like a baby bird out of the nest free falling

we needed a full recharge, reset and rest

If

tended

to properly

passionately

even a minute seed

sprouts a root system

splitting a mighty boulder’s bubble

into a now mere pile of dusty rubble

Once

planted

nourished

& cultivated

a simple seedling

sprouts a root system

dividing boulders now split & crushed

split in two, hushed, now rubble & dust

I’m

now

preparing

wheels turning

gears are jamming

up to quite shattering

the combination lock step

socially channeling artificials

I’m

now

preparing

wheels turning

gears are jamming

up to quite shattering

the combination lock step

of social medias and artificials

I’m

now

preparing

with wheels turning,

gears jamming, churning

shattering mass happenings

disturbing combination lock steps

of socially channeling artificial hangings

Low

hanging

frequencies,

recent attacks

battered and fried,

baked and numbed

never fruitful shakedowns

multiplying quaking take downs

My

misfit

preschool

presence seen

as a disturbance

by the sheepish rulers

leaving me locked in the dark

their flock afraid of my divine spark

The

exact day

I said goodbye

stopped worshiping

materialism in all forms

my empath’s inner warrior

gave me a bear hug, a kiss on the lips,

sounded a barbaric yawp far and wide

I must

confess having

stood the test that I

take one drink each week

to this day there’s a reason

for testing resistance+resilience

every introduction remains untarnished

demonizing & stigmatizing not in my name

I now

know I’m

in full control each day

so I leave you now as if to say

I delight in my knowing now I’ve beaten

the spell and cast aside all assumptions

now wholehearted in body, mind, and soul

soulful spirit gumption full in my own control

I

refuse

to hang my head low

demonizing stigmatizing

counting steps swollen

with damning language

I am no alcoholic nor am I dependent

on any substance or reality bent

Roads

winding

not binding

demonizing

never reminding

the key to recovery

not riddled in labeling

demonizing and downtrodden

Having

stood the test

daily celebrating

my recovery remission

never demonizing my name

introductions now lacking blame

I am not who I was defined by booze

and substance abuse shame and misuse

I

now

allow myself

to take a drink

just once a week

this little trick testing me

not denying, but building upon

my own reliance and strength and recovery

As

of now

in full remission

no claim to blame

my name no labels do I desire

no demons nor reasons for shame

laying kindling on the funeral pyres

left unlocked, unnamed sans desires

The

innate

natural

resilient kudzu

spraying poisons

only temporary kills it

becoming stronger, more resistant

poisoning water towers, killing flowers

As

claircognisance

allowance of defiance

relishes in guidance and reliance

a science born and bred on full defiance

a fiancé in need of notions and nurture

natural nothings and what me nots knowing

known not the will to perceive even believe

I was

intentionally

locked in the dark

eaten feces disguised

as hershey’s hugs and kisses

bullied and bloodied, spat upon

family friends fiends molested me

shaping a home, a life worth escaping

Dr. D.

peered

down at me

posed a thought

a curious whatnot

possibly postulating

saying sheer imagination alone

doesn’t define my mind nor my home

3 ?s

surveyed

my mental state

afraid what I’d say

Ted trodden & ashamed

3 firing waves for funding

lame food courting their Ma Bell

left illegible its signature mark beheld

Hiding

among pages

writ for all the ages

in holy books writ by men

lasting lies for seething pages

downtrodden, weakened decades

choosing siestas and no mere bosses

now I count victories with no more losses

The vital

skeleton key

to immortality

is raising the spirit

on high vibrational whimsy

and cheerfully willed energies

not by freezing bits and pieces

of morbidly obese egocentricies

I was

face down

cheek stuck

landing face first

all I mustered was what the fuck?

revealing horrors to the mirror I went

teeth gone, nose split, yet still unspent

on the cusp of hell bent and heaven sent

$nake

eyed fiends

force-choked us

& haunted our PCs

I discovered & witnessed

selfish simpletons denying me

I was validated by two trusted aces

culture surveys crushed & keylogs blazed

DSM-5’s

illne$$

biz-ne$$e$

of popping pills

are losing patients

to the reality that the whole

point of therapy is to breakup

with your therapist and become your own

Stop

shaming

others you

refuse to understand

what may be fringe to you

may just be my absolute truth

I now give you no more access

now fully ignoring your dark advances

God

and Christ

speak directly

to me while you’re

searching churches

chasing your false salvation

there’s no tome nor building where

the soul is safe from all of mankind’s lies

You

preached

don’t judge

others by their

book covers yet all

if you vote for demons

in disguise because they’re

pretty? superficial nonsensical

Call

me out

as a madman

of diseased, rotting

gray matter of factual

actual maniacal brainiac

you muse at me mirrored by

your own reflection duly denied

If

you’ve

come this far

I must address

the point of my manifest

think of it as a homicidal recital

Heaven sent Hell bent minutiae revival

calling out unwit, unfit, ungodly self interest

They

breed

entitlement

and complacency

adapting a herd mentality

worshiping unheard of false idols

neon and gold hearts shaped by envy

these materialists feed on others’ frenzy

I

see you

sinking further

into stinking thinking

while drinking your worries

away you’re set up for disasters

that come fast and furiously fetching

others’ pursed lips and enslaved valets

A

quietly

creeping

condemnation

has stricken souls

across every nations’

hearts bypassed and frozen

now full of strife and moral erosion

My

mind’s eye

gets poked by

spiritual attacks

my split spilt belly

electrocution illusions

and shallow suffocations

just bluffs of my active imagination

An

epic

series

of side effects

failing me juggling

new meds every other day

within days I was just inches away

affected by planted suicidal ideations

V

for

victor

I’ve said many

times all mine nine lives

now fully understanding my life’s

purpose ahead never stuck behind

fast backwards adrift my widened mind

Their

sneaky snake oil

isn’t a golden parachute

nor elixir found in a garden

freezing foreign matter scatters

tissue rotting as you sleep asunder

even when in a cryogenic state chamber

fruit continues to ripen as you rot outdated

Born

and bred

silver spoon

in hand yet never any

interest in golf and tennis

I’d rather create in solitude

a creator alone but never lonely

building fantastical worlds of whimsy

No

hill

knoll

nor mountain

lies dormant yet

always awake burning

a fated furnace of bubbling

rude awakenings for crude hearts

God was

within and beside me

He was there in my deep despair

while on the verge of another felony

he tricked the wicked dealer’s false deck

He served up my own saved & sacred soul

falling from falsified tightropes tied, riddled

fractal infinite destinies on every side of me

An

ace in spades

above all the noise

while never compromising

his moral core of energy stores

always original & loved he left us early

his time came to fly and he will forever be

a best friend guy sporting parachute pants

If I

was a genie

bottled & brined

as you wish for seven

deadly sins feeding your

gluttonous greed, pride, wrath,

envious lust, and passive sloth

or give it all away for others’ benefit?

We

must

remain

mindful for fear

that we may lose

our minds altogether

as they fret and weather

their cores erased in haste

I’d

much

rather offend

than stay silent

as you defend the lies

and deceit overshadowing

purity, morality & absolute faith

in a system clearly designed for hate

An

afternoon

in Florence ended

just nearby the Duomo

at the newly christened

Lion’s Fountain Pub we blessed

for finely poured pints of Guinness

now the oldest Irish pub within city limits

They

tried so hard

to shut me down

but in the process

forgot more importantly

to shut me up before my timing

released golden leashes of iron clad

almighty facts not afraid of truthful attacks

If

we look

closely we realize

upon further investigation

his reflection is not only false

he’s a winged creature nightly feeding

on innocent minds designing, breeding

our own demise as his minions take pride

I have

to laugh

as they still deny

where Jesus went

for 6,570 days and nights

pretending nothing happened

in itself is the greatest sin of all

supporting nonsense protecting who?

A

farmer

understands

the finite dance

between the weather

and what they harvest

knowing each year produces

a deliverance of bountiful crops

We

black sheep

never sheepish

always ruffling feathers

neither concerned about winning

and bowing to any popularity contests

I have no excuses for my radical behaviors

nor will I take a knee to protect my integrity

The

compass rose

gives rise to rosy glows

legends accurately ticked

marked up in marvelous talents

a maelstrom behind another ahead

overlapping currents are rising rapidly

as the gibberish rises from the jabberwocky

My lazy eye, torn ear,

split nose, broken collarbone

and testicular hernia down there

nearby was my own sacred sacrum

all of these surgeries and even my blood

all narrowly escaping and dodging bullets

God-inspired doc called off the transfusion

within mere moments of divine intervention

My

struggles

lasted so long

until I finally realized

I had to reset my psyche

in line to being able to see

the positive and negative combined

not separate but joined deeply inside me

They

painted me

into a lonely corner

left with only a producer

I trusted them in confidence

so I ranted about poor support

how was I rewarded for my vigor?

pats on the back and pack your bags

My

sis and I

saw santa

high in the sky

when I was three

quite beyond belief

not a sound in the air

just a red nose up there

3

of us

know how

tink’s pixie dust

let’s us fly as kids

across the scattered skies

we also know flying amidst

quite high above the cities below

There

just beyond

the stars a place

of never bugs yonder

where Indians live, love, escape

when I woke I realized it was me

all along without woe and full of wonder

floating the hallways while they slumbered

All

night long, no early dawn

bursting bright during night

alike above is so below we look

my mouth dropped wide as I shook

flowing by each arm outstretched

push and pulling forward motion

momentum gaining another notion

Past

present

and future

don’t even exist

all we have is now

in this moment already gone

before we know it as time is cyclical

nothing is linear and there are no rules

I’m

hell bent

heaven sent

dark yet light

most dim of wit and lie

brighter hosts heavenly ghosts

know the needs of the many

outweigh the needs of the few

Now

rotten

and forgotten

an amalgam of sorts

the fiery glint meant for slaughter

a thief for hire hiding among the mire

as electric currency flows down the wire

this urgent need dispels forgotten greeds

Yes

I’m odd

quite odd

an oddity of full measure

a rarity to some, a hidden treasure

upon my own seizures circumspections

circumcizing circumstances conjecture

circumventing all body cavity inspections

I

was

conceived

in Eden green

born and bred sight unseen

8 not 9 simmered and baked

wandering eye, four-eyed mistake

in all 4 corners earth shook+quaked

My

mother

delighted

by my birth

with glee indeed

clipped my wings

but they grew back

just in time for their attack

I

couldn’t

wait while

they held me back

knowing their very nature

under attack falling freely

never needing another wink

I knew the time came reeling kneeling

I

brought

no sword

but a rock

I’d thrown

in a previous life

unknown to most I bade

Goliath a cyclops of sorts

1 eye

stricken

upon a blunt

and deadly force

he towered over us

then lowered and cowered

as blood poured and showered

my countenance gave me heaven sense

A

2nd coming

goliath I think?

wandering eyes fully aware

celebrating my faults, some still stare

poking fun at my third eye as I surmise

by design of what is now kingdom come

soon we praise and welcome the 2nd son

Body

surfing

imagination

tides of metaphysical

intellectual strides streams

of collective consciousness

not reserved only for Christian’s hides

in this dude Christ Consciousness abides

We

chase

materialism

the 7 deadly sins

fuel the American Dream

something sinister breeding

empty hearts of gluttony and greed

nothing but wastelands of useless need

I

connect

dots moving

forward while

bated breath anxiety

stirs up rhythms in spite of me

rhymes resembling remembrance

falling silent in wily whispers of reverence

I

possess

infectious

creative energy

culminating within

my wellspring portals

of spiritually sound wellness

able to exist in two places at once

A

5 sec

stricken

amateur diagnosis

never held a chance

in imprisoning my intuition

imagination and intellectual property

my psychic faculties left in full fervor

Our

stigmas

deal out

mind control elixirs

resembling free thinking

while bending innate willing

crying out coincidence and madness

superstitious and massive zombie sadness

The

point

of going

to therapy

is to eventually

move on wholeheartedly

becoming your own confidant

your own mastered support savant

Piercing

my manic depression

engineered manipulations

induced my own frustrations

silent keylogs and hallucinations

weakening me further w/ tribulations

and in the end asking to be paid back

shutting me up and down w/ a heart attack

Fully

blazed

blading streets

midnight sights

embedded hands

& wrists pierced deeply

cobblestones slicing cursing

bloodletting nightly nursing unsung

V

for victor

victorious and true

Vinson coded for generals

hiding conversations from enemies

whispering truths behind lines in the sand

voice encryptions as hieroglyphs Egyptian’s

or was it a carrier hauling hull’s number 70?

5 secs

is all it took

no questions

16 years passed

how’d I know all along

why God took it all away?

His secret weapon am I both

Lit quite brightly & ridden w/ decay

It

took one

commentary

from an ER doc at Emory

while partially patching me up

he looked up gazing and struck

a conversation musing missing teeth

of mine quite simply saved my nine lives

The

mighty pen

sharpest of any

dimwit words of a

mindless zombie horde

generating mediocre masses

societal brain matter shrinking

no neurons left for critical thinking

I

awoke

b/t the middle

of midnight & dawn

my inner radio signal on

primed, pulsing, fully charged

not another gray matter hemi sync

this time a smirk, a smile, and a wink

Stop

abusing

corporate

account benefits

and sharing each

other’s streaming services

setting sail your ship of fools

lying, cheating and greedy ghouls

Keep

calling

me crazy

in order to hold

onto your narrative

of naiveties false hope

you’re the one falling into shadow

my phoenix flame rises from your ashes

Why

do you

cast your

doubts upon me?

your downtrodden

fears calling me out

as falsehood fantasies?

sounds like superstition dementia

I

hold Edgar

in high regard

as you mock him

you mock us both mental

in your infantile advancements

mere vile, noxious fumes of rotten bile

spent on useless mused on par chances

The

universe

called out one day

through my God almighty

but the Devil intersected our convo

it’s been attached to me leeching energy

but my mind’s eye has its own call waiting

systematic insights through psychic abilities

The

reason

why they

put their heads

in the sand bobbing

like birds of prey pining

these ostriches in sandy shores

is to not witness others they ignore

You

better

watch out

and be careful

when you decide

to rely only on religion

as your sole spiritual source

it is no way to stir up the soul’s force

A

heart

still beats

unfettered fleeting

as delusional evasions

cripple the lands as richly

accustomed tax evaders christen

their ships of self fortitude and mirth

That

enigmatic day

in my mental history

when I received a label as bipolar

within seconds of seeing me offering

not even a question or diagnostic test

a snap judgment from a doctor I detest

motivated only by another banked dollar

My

health

mysteries

speak silently

full of fearful tendencies

beasts spiking spars devouring

behind a twisted cell of iron bars

ears tuned in hearing subtle silent lucidities

While

hiding behind

a discourse of lies

disguising intentional

smoke screens & witch trials

enraged by comics’ comments

blazing hazed attacks on anyone

who dares question incensed thrones

Soul

stricken

mad men

man unkind

denying disasters

hiding eyes ever after

never giving notice to what

requires passion, love and grace

One

always

fraught

with my boss’s favor

marked me an instigator

by misreading my motives

always psyched up for the day

you went full on psycho for my fervor

It

only

takes one

to know one

huh snaky Sam?

for I too share spaces

with your illed graceless

graves lining diseased centers

I

have

no guilts

that neared

completion yet

I was saved in moments

of pantomimed direction darkly

serving me to others’ utter destruction

V

for

Vitruvian

geometrical

man-made fashioned

anatomical wavelengths

perfected proportions curving

along size eleven eleven footprints

As

spirits

currently

accustomed

to this current

earthbound plane

existing here in terrestrial

rhythms of beating drums

They’re

taking commands

from a plagiarized,

premeditated script

aligned with soothsayers’

prose to raise their status

to that of the divine up there

too bad they’ll find the divine is within

Daily

Scrabble

in the kitchen

with Ma & Mom

Pa fixed Flying Tigers

and called his squirrels Joe

uncle Bob played ruthless chess

leaving my knights with nowhere to go

The

truth in

gaining wisdom

is Miyagi’s: “Man who

catch fly with chopstick

[can] accomplish anything.”

Manifest Seneca’s: “Luck is what happens

when [our] preparation meets opportunity.”

When

will morality

win this cat & mouse?

the game board now rigged

from the start as the ushered

in end remains haunting horizons

coming down upon us with zero sum

protections just maniacal manipulations

More

denials

of wicked

witch trials

as they blaze forth

an agenda of psychic sorts

further reporting trespassing waves

of mindless marching orders most ignore

I

really

have no qualms

with anyone I’m just

spreading what’s divinely

downloading into my daily life

it’s none of my personal business

what anyone thinks of my spiritualness

A

Skyland Trail of hope

a Peachford of shady staff

full of dread and utter disgust

then there’s that Pact that made me

Carolina Center of Behavioral Health

my psych med director questioned me

was it bipolar, schizo or imaginative me?

When

it comes to

immorality OpenAI

takes the cake & eats it too

feeding a frenzied marketplace

selling investors with false hopes

promising immortality stealing sheep

is coming faster than ever bubbling over

I’m

not here

to make friends

nor amends seek

magenta flares igniting

strange sirens are brewing

manned and crewed reddish hued

lighthouse lit for sailors adrift stormy seas

It’s

time

to move

Italy is calling

if I want to live fully fed

a life dodging death and seeking

longevity by siesta proven extending years

by nearly 10 so Italian men don’t live in fear

The dark

and the light

brought together

through understanding

their interconnectedness

will we ever be completely free

of a mind gone mad without being

mindfully impressed by their togetherness?

Sincerely

asking for your

attention, instead

you mocked my situation

writing me off as another crazy

my memory is clear and not so hazy

inactions fueled my mental breakdown

at some point I’ll pursue legal takedowns

When

tended to

quite patiently

rather passionately

even a simple seedling

sprouts a root system so strong

and nearly completely unseen by any

tasked with crushing the divisions of many

My

tongue bit

gut sucked

chest out stoic

then I fell through

the trap door that was

under the rug hiding all

of the secrets for far too long

I

fell deep

down fleeting

frost bit chilling

ran my spine down

then up thermals rising

inside the iceberg of memory

upside down depths forgotten and free

I find

solace

that Christ

disappeared

curiously schooling

top class honors for 18 yrs

returning knowing that thought

and spirit soul for expansion necessary

We

barely

delivered

bare, barred

devoid instants

infants skating

over a trap door

reluctant and rusty

Even

K-12

partake

provoking

always stoking

turning fire inwards

sealing souls stealing

a fate destroying others

w/o

remorseful

regretfully ruined

renegades denied

lights of crystal clear compassion

fearlessly faltering, gluttonous envy

forever fleeting gravity grieving, mongering

malicious martyr fearless warring warnings

The

US govt

births and breeds

the very villains

it promises US

It wills to deliver us from

their ultimate evils hatred

and utter disregard for goodness

The

bokeh blur

applies to shadows

with the sun’s ray casting

as the primary light source

as each of the leaves filters

of the sunlight touching down

mimicking a camera’s iris blades

If

we dare

to combine

our darkness

with our light

we become whole

no need to dampen

with oneness achieved

It is

time to set

the record straight

there is no such thing

as madness nor genius

the fascination of dividing

everything into opposing forces

distractions set to dissolve oneness

Now

I leave you

in the shadows

remaing shallow tempting

attempts and threats, no regrets

of control through denial-based systems

minding manners of soulless threats off key

no need for promoting growth or flowering

Even

division

mathematics

remain as one

of the most unnatural

of operations as many

theorems and equations

require union not divisiveness

Some

conclude

connections

can only be seen

through hindsight

would you like to know

how to connect the dots

moving forward? I’ll show you

It’s

not what

we think, see or do

it’s the remembrance

of our activated intuition

that divine spark of knowing

what we’ve been hiding all along

in plain sight just waiting to strike!

It’s

not what

we think anymore

it’s what we’ve known

all along as our third eyes

intercept lies of every triangulated

transmission of splintered shard remission

future flights a mirrored duality assembling

We

possess

collective means

to rewrite the script

to fully erase and eradicate

poverty stricken societies flipping

switches overnight, we fight over anything

we will need filling the pot of gloated greed

It’s a

not what

you think it is

it's everything

you already knew

since before birth

coded quietly in your

DNA dynamite all along

I’ve

proven

brain gains

through daily

brain games that

mindfulness matters

we know now puzzles woven

through mending mental bridges

I was

shielded

temporarily

from the bully boys

above on the pool deck

while bobbing deeply

down at the bottom

of the deep end down down

I’ve

been

ringing bells

knocking doors

it was me all along

my future self crossing over

projecting onto my present tense

far beyond any stricken seventh sense

My

ultimate

end game goal

in seeing a therapist

was to hone my skills, be my own

eventually concluding by moving on

firing each other becoming strangers

my own best choice for grounded sanity

Three

Zodiac am I

born one month shy

cusping Cap & Acquarian

Pisces answering imagination

I’ve received every host’s diagnosis

yet no one ever unearthed hidden truths

I found myself my own therapist, my muse

The

Christ on earth

and not even God

held in lofty high regard above

and even amongst church dwellers

saved my life, but Christ consciousness

once struck sure as hell did save my soul

now enemy ready in God’s full armor within

I’m

lighting

little fires

igniting nightly

lightening afire souls

forever firing alert squads

slightly sighing deeply yet they

now know miming is just signing deeds

Did

I trust

in confidence

a tattletale producer

that shared my rants to mgt?

the fire on my pyre consuming me

blinding msgs their ears still ringing

from innate evils and shadow insanities

Born

angel-eyed

1 month early

a spirited force

not formed fully

giving ya’ll full fair warnings

now born again my 2nd sight singing

bullies blinded by tnt w/ no resolve w/o me

Do

we ever

ask ourselves

why five and not four?

we’d live longer, stronger

living just as those in Italian isles

who thrive on the simple yet powerful

siesta breaks and four day work weeks

Stop

wasting

brain cells

getting rises

out of people

in social circles

just to benefit your

massively tricked out ego

The

detective

genre was birthed

by Poe, a madman’s own

intensely firing, fused fuming

brain matter ablaze in thoughts

always seeking and craving more

by a raven spouting, miming nevermore!

Oddity

enigma?

figurative

literacy lunacy?

no mere poker tell

reveals my cards held

close to my chest cavity wall

my heart beats true hereto all

I’m

weary

and tired

your taunts

attempts to haunt

my own heart’s desire

that you’d much rather torch

atop a smoky, fuming funeral pyre

So

I assume

I’ve now lost you entirely

but that’s alright in spite of me

my own interests aren’t like yours

as you cunningly pantomime, fret, absorb

others’ strings pulling just out of your reach

unholy demons capturing, controlling, bleak

To

them

what they’re

doing to others

in full denial of their

own passionless inactions

causing others’ their own destitution,

harm, suffering & utterly confused delusion

As

we’re

spreading

spiritual wings

like eagles in flight

we’re actually dreaming

lucidly and just remembering how

our feathers feel as we ignite our might

A series

of self-indulgent

riddles rarely renowned

remain hidden biding within

a timepiece of willed up-endings

crushing souls’ bedrock foundations

of the earth crumbling while they fumble

and flounder all fiery and ashen asunder

Half

cocked

shell shocked

never more enduring

zombies lurching forth

across these barren patches

of scorched earth sublime undying

corpses boxes in for soul inspections

My

bipolar

doc’s diagnosis

since then a mystery

a series of randomized

diagnoses most proved falsified

by my psychiatrist and my own mind

this hero deserves a Guinness Zero pint

Whom

campaigning

on maniacal measures

doesn’t even come closer

to explaining this deranged host

it’s about time to spank his bottom

his motivational rouses bored, uncommon

for our nation’s least common denominator

Born

broken

and battle

damaged bleeding

from every bodily orifice

now under surveillance on notice

by three letter agencies hiding behind

a paywall hidden within deeply mindful kind

When

breaking

one’s gaze

while opening

another dimension

causes a rift of plates

adrift molten bone filled

biomes of forgotten realms

Zero

screen

times nor socials

unplugged toying notions

there’s no need for distracted

distortions serving ghosts, ghouls

and soulless goblins gobbling away

brain cells trashed in a haze of delights

A

branched

tree rooted

deeply in fantasy

this unique D&D DM

also quite the polymath

imaginative master of light and dark

archons of expressive strokes of thought

If

it weren’t

for kryptonite

I’d have selfishly

fought the wrongs

and rights of fantasy flights

while rising I fell farther down

piercing each mountain’s bedlam

Have

you ever

felt fenced in?

a deluge download

is reaching peak capacity

now the damned river is about

to release the flood gates wide

of pure consciousness electricity

Dear

David,

here you are

making the leap

to the Keystone you

drew in your last process

art piece, you GO MAN!

God bless you always, Susie

My

Grandad’s

fork, spoon and toothpick

center of gravity physics trick

puzzles, riddles, jumbles & mind games

Grandmom’s whiskey and honey cold elixir

family tree lineage spanning North & South

Carolina farmlands + Lowcountry coastlines

One

Tuscan

summer abroad

I was possessed & stricken

by devilish & wicked advances

masterful manipulations fooling me

becoming a mere puppet of insanity

denying a woman her midnight trespassing

No one

remains safe

from massively

bent manipulations

by psyop transfigurations

these institutions’ dark desires

once drained submission takes hold

we’re left emptied, dank zombie deniers

A

ghost

to most isn’t real

just a figment they say

a fantasy displaying no dismay

or denials on trial lacking substance

all course corrected supporting vile lies

assertions that our lives lack an importance

I’ve

learned

over many years

that cooking with salt

is like performing a color grade

using brightness and contrast dials

neither produces a rich, inspired result

just a dish sharply overwhelmed by NaCl

When

Facebook

suggested I friend

one of my psychiatrists

I knew their tech bros felt

my privacy never mattered

their bottom line is stained red

so I dropped them like bad habits

Why

do religions

act like private

country clubs for souls

searching for spirituality?

because they’re businesses

first and foremost so bottoms up

they’re more interested in cash flow than us

So

thankful

we grew up

in the 70s, 80s

and 90s when going

to the movies meant something

no prequels or ten plus fast franchises

of richly spun tales imagination manifested

I’ve

spent my life

strutting, smirking

and flirting with disaster

while I was thirsting for power

that cannot be attained or reached

by any mortal means yet it’s at the top

of mind and all of my lucid, astral dreams

His sister

and he called me out

one day on that afternoon

they watched and witnessed

me stealing his own trading cards

of course I denied this fact and swore

but I was an incensed, pathological liar

and didn't know what that meant for me

I’ve

been gone

for awhile now,

but now I’m back rating

every mental malady facility

from rather heavenly to quite shitty

I’m no mere unknown martyr now shining

beyond spiritual attacks and pantomiming

Time

for truths

to your dismay

silence not bought

time for you to take the test

will you lie or may you jest?

now on trial for your transgressions

against an INFJ empath w/ good intentions

My

end game

goal in seeking

the right therapist

was honing my skills

abiding in conclusion

upon graduating their care

seeking evolution of my former self

He

can only

fully understand

the whole through

the voices and eyes

of the majestic many

those choosing to see

past their own blindness

I’m

a believer

a supporter

of wanderering

wild walkabouts

spiritual and mystical

guided meditations

of aboriginal dreamtime

I’m a

surf & drag

transworld

thrasher mag

starlog & comic

tiamat & balrogs

heavy metal rager

bts & ad&d collector

The

mostly

rewarding

commentary

my sister ever

shared with me

was she will never

ever understand me

My own

professional

career began

when our sky diving

junkie graphic design chair

received a faxed query

from a humbly talented

broadcast design art dept

I

guess

I forgot

to mention

my graduation

was hanging

by a thread that

ahd been unraveling

I’d

never trade

a moment spent

arising hours before

the breaks of dawns

on location film shoots

with genius creative misfits

whose eyes still twinkle with every tear

The

struggle

ends when

understood

distractions

we no longer know

need not be in power

as they so desire to be

I’ve

gleamed

by the light

I carry into the depths

under the creaky, reluctant

living room trap door proves

thievery, while necessary, in the end

all fall hard on and upon their own stiletto

The

struggle

ends when

understood

distractions

we no longer know

need not be in power

as they so desire to be

The

struggle

ends when

understood distractions

no longer serve our knowings

external needs not be in power

through becoming our own best choice

answers my call to action as they so desire

I laid

witness

to my own

unaltered beauty

in Michelangelo’s

David and da Vinci's

intact Vitruvian manhood

I wasn’t different like all the others

in

order to fully

understand spirituality

and his purpose here on earth

he would seek out every type of teacher

as far as he could travel on foot eagerly

seeking, knowing he must first understand

the whole through many raising every truth

I

chose

not to strike

even though he might

I was so full with strife

my brain boiling ablaze

a barrage of hazed hatred

never caught scurrying in a maze

I

awoke

in tears

about to strike

to strangle, mangle

about to take his life

a cur scratching salaciously

defiled in chills the kill of thrills

Be

advised

stay aware

beware the post

I’ve installed a sign

that warns the all the people

not ready to see, witnessing uncertain

high-voltage estranging shock therapies

You’re

ill advised

lobotomized laborers

blindly guarding falsehoods

guardians of malicious misery

empty minds maligned and bare

seeing things for not what they are

a high-voltage danger shock therapy

A

book

a ruse

a three-act play

a feathered bird thrust upon the stage

chicken, scared to say anything resembling

any truths as its beak trembling remembers

it will soon be jerky smoked and braised

I

now breathe

enjoying the silence

mindfully celebrating my solitude

in those moments of quiet reflection

our connection to everything is uncertain

but unbreakable in those divine reflections

we are never alone or face divine rejection

In

regard

to the tango

of entanglement

amidst madness and genius

one cannot exist without the other

for upon further inspection they are one

never to fear or to blame ‘til kingdom come

Enigma

paradoxical

acing English101

behind me in forty-five

minutes unloading fossils

in a widened diatribe knowing

then swiftly struck down by Martyka

always hovering over me mocking this #1

The

promise

a royal academy

waiting in London town

for when I’m ready I’ll arive

steadfast and steady, at the ready

within two weeks I was stricken down

through a series of reverse psychologies

This

shark

is circling

peachy fords

you forgot 1 thing

2 I never forget & 3 I promise

you’ll 4 ever regret crossing the line

HR can’t protect you from 5 eternal fiends

A

red-eyed

crimson tide

forked tongue

succubus of sorts

called me out as a liar

based on zero evidence

too hot to handle now on fire

I

awoke

b/t the middle

of midnight & dawn

my mind’s eye signaling

primed, pulsing, fully charged

not another remote signal hemi-sync

just a smirk, a nod & a morse code wink

Why

do Italian

men live longer

eight years a fact

while American men

die eight years sooner

from overworked & induced

strokes, aneurisms and heart attacks?

Taboo

tribulations

cast down upon

men seeking divine

rumination sodomized

by churches condemnation

for Any attempt at divination

by activating G spot sensations

I’ve

witnessed

close encounters

the sort leaving me

breathless, dumbfounded

how did those three inky black

ravens and one white feather lead me

to wisdom planning my next ESP attack?

Your

taunts

poking puns

at my advances

reveal your reflection

as your shadow grows infections

cause bacterial inflections of prose

as you sink into the mire I’ll glow alit by fire

It’s

rather

ironic that

your tonic elixir

only blurs the lines

of your broken splendor

your ruse is amusing naught

fully lacking of intellect and thought

One

last word

I eagerly leave

by your bedside table

will you believe Beelzebub

and promote doom-scrolling zombies

unable to fight fairly only selfishly mocking

forever a slave reputation gravely unmade

The

upper

classed

mentalities’

mental ills plagued

protecting its own interests

only by themselves from hardships

that others face without fear or disgrace

The

telltale

signatures

of souls indentured

as servants servicing

another’s hidden agendas

while they’re quietly forming their

opinions while owning selfless dominions

As wise

crack quacks

quake and attack

the cradles of babes

they’d rather hide & misbehave

standing behind their shadow selves

on the hill with nothing but & nothing else

spies spurring lies willed by wretched ones

All

it took

was a nudge

and gentle reminder

we will fly away on angelic wings

spirits not trapped by terrestrial beings

we will rise again above every judgmental

earth excursion gaining elemental wisdoms

My

bipolar

diagnosis

duly ordained

by orphans quacking

sent in under order attacking

since then a mystery & now just history

opted out with no further agenda doubts

My

numbskull

treacherously bruised

trashed and tortured, amused

brashly cursed and thrashed hide

mind bending mass messages sent out

scrambled my very heart center inside out

my mission turned adept inversions inward

My

mind

messages

sent to deter me

cause me little alarm

for they are shallow whimps

merely imps using generative ai

I see through their thin veil attempts

A

comic

book filled

imaginative to the gills

giving youthful promises

that we can touch the skies

willing overreaching parental denials

we must not dream of what’s impossible

So

when

you’re asked

to opt in just opt out

and you’ll thank me again

across infinite fractals of gains

granting your gray matter full access

to your endless superhero skills and traits

DJ

chef

Chiefs

hollerin’

like an angel

calling us all to the river

where souls weeping never shiver

born unto them a house with many rooms

16 years

ever since

I woke up heavy

weak and weary having

face planted from magnesium

bumped hip after midnight dropped

me like a bag of heavy stones and now

dad and I share these dental sentiments

Evil

lives

and dies

love evolves

a series of overlapping

universes one leaving another

arriving just in the exact moment

called upon by God, the big electron

I’m a triad

my birthdays span the zodiac

of Capricorn, Aquarius & Pisces

I was born with wings still fully intact

a month early as a moving, gifted soul

divine angels & unearthed devils sent to

mark & track my soul lights and darkness

a free universal number three for all to see

A

defining

graphic design

internship at Georgia’s

state museum blossomed

into nineteen years of collaboration

resulting in Best of Show, multiple Golds,

a Silver & First Place in Brochures at SEMC

God

was always

there within me knowing

I’d be tempted by not only demons

but even Satan himself possessing me

leaving an empty & spent shredded shell

playing out his unraveling of my own divine

roots protected by heart, soul & God’s mind

I’m

getting

tired and weary

of witnessing blatant

skullduggeries upon us

casting aside pushbacks for payouts

while plowing forward molded moralities

of disorders sent back to sender’s attacks

A brave,

little angel told me

that there’s something

to keep in mind in that all

God and Gods and Goddesses

have many names and we are only

truly interested in spreading love language

not relying on dogmatic church distractions

Once

one has

fully attained

activated intuition

anything and everything

is always possible each day

we rise to another series of pure

consciousness and inspired imagination

DBT

proved to me

it’s all I needed

mind gaming worked

while those great red, white and blue

businesses wield CBT distortion while

wielding the Americanized dream state

gas lighting for manipulative materialism

Who,

what, where,

when, how, and why?

it’s quite unclear how now

the big bad guy, a wolf within

the Catholic Church wrote their ruses

that so amuse those of us who understand

we never needed them b/c God lives within

Cap

Aquarian

Pisces as well

a premature babe

I witnessed my wings

I broke out of that grim cell

inner knowings flowing clear and true

I even saw glimpses of future me and you

I was

evolving

before I learned

to walk b/c I was skipping,

galloping and gliding in the air

as each step repeated it felt natural

and fully grounded when walking strong

because I could wield my wings all along

Every

angelic spirit

spawned a little devil

inside and in spite of me

and I even made two deals with it

built on ills so it took the first two babes

away for the compensation in saving me

from falsified futures of excruciating denials