Wednesday, June 29, 2016

the doctor is in

 come to me,
    I'll mend your wounds,
       wipe the blood clean from your
        forgive the inevitable sting
            as the infection is cleansed,
             it causes misplaced anger
           toward the one (ad)dressing
                      your source of pain,
          each pull of the thread
                      helps with closure,
            reconnects itself with time,
          bandages wrapped meticulously,
                gently, to not cut circulation,
                   followed by a kiss
                      to make it all better,
                 if I did my job correctly,
                        the scar left
                           will barely be visible

Thursday, June 23, 2016

the feel-good generation

all aboard the progressive party train
bound to the same tracks we've always ridden
slowing for no one who might want to hop off,
build up some courage and take the dive,
break a few bones and be bruised
cause the train is going one way,
one speed, your either with it or
left behind

we figured out the bad guys in society;
the bullies, homophobes, racists, etc.
good job! we did it!
when there's no more left
we'll create some more by repeating the cycle,
forming connections which cut through ideas
forcing dots to find points
making the line between them unforgivably

the golden rule:
go against your better judgment

but what does it matter when we entertain ourselves
with five second non sequitur videos,
one after the other until
we lose our sense of guilt but hold onto our
depression(the illness) which is buried deep;
we all seek to become the superior victim

the most popular girl in school asked
the biggest NERD in class to prom!
she could've picked anyone but she picked HIM!
she really did something great...
and I guess he's not so bad as long as
he's being like you

it was a better time when she would just tease him
rather than parade him around,
a new status symbol that uses
another human being as its foundation,
learned behavior that trickled down
the ever-flowing fountainhead of manipulation,
a strange impulse to mindlessly mimic,
oblivious to what she's doing, what she's seen,
and what's been done to her,
but if everyone's happy,
what's the difference if  he's being used?

this is a new time,
it's the feel-good, no-good,
pretentious generation,
saying all the right things
doing them in all the wrong ways,
sparing one group of responsibilities
silencing others,
whining, screaming, pouting,
temper tantrum throwing generation,
tears answered through legitimization,
the social injustice never ends,
not until we're all terribly equal,
the new voice will decide what's normal,
using the same old mechanisms as before,
sitting at the big kid's table- taking their place
through non-violent PR assassinations,
the peace generation ignoring their development of war,
launching their passive aggression at foreign thoughts,
progressive mobs lynching disparity,
still seeking father's approval,
stepping over the weakest of his sons for attention,
this is the new generation,
the feel-good generation,
the same generation

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

blind to beauty

the limited perception of the one-track mind;
where philosophical encounters are no different from
interacting with fifth dimensional creatures,
lacking ability to understand words or meanings,
without roots they offer nothing back while
looking for other means and ends
unlike the tree drawing water from soil who
bears fruit to reciprocate,
to give back the knowledge ingested

too much sugar-coating leaves teeth rotten,
unable to chew on the apples dropped,
the selfish is still driven to pick every last one
and without a means to carry the load they are
left to rot on the ground and, of course,
it's the tree's fault they couldn't be enjoyed,
becoming maggot filled,
inedible, left to rot,
it returns to the earth
with the help of insects and bacteria-
the tree sustains itself

there's always a larger image that isn't often seen,
mostly ignored, they are
blind to its beauty,
it's bigger than any individual,
making the short-sighted
angry and insecure,
hateful to the thought of something
they couldn't conquer

Friday, June 3, 2016

this is what death looks like

I wish I was naive,
I wish I just believed everything
the way we were taught to,
thought anything in front of me
was the cat's meow,
every mundane tv show,
every half-cocked movie,
every duplicate video game,
every goddamn trendy fucking thought,
I think I'd be a lil' more successful,
the saying- "in an insane world..." yada yada,
how could I be considered creative
if I'm living the quote?
when everyone is so used to consuming