Welcome
Seventh billion
of seven billion,
welcome to our land
we hope that you enjoy your stay,
and follow our commands.
We greet you here with smiles and awe
but really you should know,
we’ll claw your heart and eat it raw
if you spoil our show.
So throw on a cape then slap on some pumps
and here is the song you will prance to.
If you try to jump
you might tare our ropes,
but don’t worry, we will find more dancers.
It’s About Family
It’s not about love,
it’s about respect.
About knowing your limits,
and proper neglect
in your moments of madness;
about rules and of care
and of pure understanding
in the times of despair.
It’s about selfless honor
and regard for the nurse
that which spooned you life
with each song and each verse
that she sung at your crib,
that she still wants to sing
even after you’ve crawled out
from under her wing.
It’s about your true rank
and not crossing your bounds;
knowing just went to lose,
knowing when to stand ground.
About wars stopped by door slams
and laughter till tears,
about wanting to drive home to
those who’ve plagued you for years.
It’s about generations
and traditions yet saved.
About trust in old values,
about bonds and of praise.
It’s about endless games
and slowly losing your sanity,
see, it’s not about love
but it is about family.
Synthetics
Synthetic life is only troublesome to us organics,
to us whose arteries get clogged and biceps rip.
We see machines awake and quickly jump in panic
our pupils dilate, our tongues begin to slip.
We stray from breaking free and working without limits
because we fear our own mistakes are grave,
we let our movie plots control our mind’s decisions every minute
and work by standards set for liberated slaves.
Our kidneys fail while our children become diabetic
and then we nag ourselves to death with our own regret
because we haven’t given life to the perfect synthetic
who could’ve saved us troublesome organics without sweat.
Waking up is not my Forte
the cellphone’s not buzzing
the T.V. sits still
the laptop stopped humming
not a drone, not a drill
the hairdryer’s quite
the microwave sleeps
the toilet quit flushing
not a purr, not a peep
and amongst blissful silence,
like a treacherous slime,
bursts out the alarm clock
with it’s savage, cruel chimes.
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Our Bubble
In the deepest trench yet found
below the coldest touch of seas,
there’s an alcove underwater,
and it’s meant for you and me.
And it’s bubble will protect us,
and it’s glass will yield a show
of all the black sea-dwelling creatures
those on land have yet to know.
And we’ll rest there on the seafloor,
smiling up to earth’s dry sands,
and as glass begins to shatter
we’ll still be lying hand in hand.
Ruined.
I lost it all
what a failure, a schmuck
my luck has escaped from my grip
vanished in seconds
with the roll of my dice
slashed with their capitol whip
my house my street my soul and my heart
gone in a blink of an eye
this build up of anguish has ripped me apart
I hold back my desolate cries
I lost it all
my hopes and my fame
no other’s but mine is the blame
and thus I weep so soft in my sleep
Monopoly is a tough game.
Just as a lily forgives the winter
for curbing its streek of fertility,
just as the snow forgives playful children
for ruining its silver array,
just as the children forgive their mothers
for restraining their wild abilities,
just as the wives bound to men of war
forgive sins for a better day,
forgive me now
and let past lie in peace.
Cafe con Leche?
I made a perfect cup of coffee
but someone proved me wrong,
they said my coffee lacked it’s roast
they said it wasn’t strong.
They said my coffee wasn’t sweet
they said it was too creamy,
the brew too brown, the milk too whole
the foam was way too steamy.
I made a perfect cup of coffee
and then began to cry
for in a world flooded by beauty,
the perfect become dry.
So long, My Friend
Be my friend, then smirk with admiration at my jokes
and do acknowledge all my awkward words with smiles;
don’t judge, don’t pity, and don’t fear my thoughts when we’re apart
be sure, I’ll never speak of you but from my heart.
And if you ever do decide to pierce through skin and bone
so much to shred all evidence of our shared lives,
keep safe the memories I’ve given and you’ve stolen
do hold them close to home, wrapped lightly in disguise.
Refrain from calling only if you wish to never pull the thread
of mindless laughter over the nostalgic sips of liquored coffee;
detach yourself as well as possible, don’t leave an untied loop,
for I will shamelessly grab onto it and drag you down unlawfully.
Remember our fluid friendship as a whole
- rather than well and not so fragments of a severed chart.
Though life may take us farther than we’d hope,
please don’t forget how much a-space you’ve conquered in my heart.
Give In
trying to control my brain
with square shaped drugs and filtered canes
trying to obey the law
with red stained teeth of broken saws
trying to prolong my life
with cheap-seat bikes and gloveless fights
but once metallic taste escapes
the cravings wander out to play
and no one knows the proper game
so off they go to mend with shame
by trying to control their brain
with squared shaped drugs and filtered canes…
