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GAY

It’s anxiety that bites into my neck 

and plagues my body 

till I’ve turned anorexic 

and it’s the same CD I put in my mouth 

like a cookie 

that scorns my heart 

and whips me like a paperless indoctrination 

a cult made of pleasers and enforcers 

who’s ever good enough? 

if it wasn’t all of us we failed the test 

and it’s none of us 

and the hand you play 

In the occult world 

that sadistically plays out a treacherous tune 

and sets fires

is that you simply watch it burn 

and did nothing about it 

if you’re not for it 

you’re against it 

and the more you play 

the easier it is for you to win 

while the rest are the heads you stepped upon 

Your sillheouette becomes unrecognizable 

and in the powerful parts of ourselves 

that ignite like dynamite 

we are taught to become plain faced 

quiet 

consumed with the beat of the same drum the world runs on 

Stuffing our faces with the faint resemblance of connection 

our faint hearted ness turns into disaster and rebellion 

rioting as we explode at the seems 

and wrought with jealous rage, resentment and passive aggression 

we are made for a life better than this 

FAG

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greater than I

I’m not contractually obligating my soul to entitled silence 

and if my voice reverberates in your mind that I would say that I’ve succeeded 

Under lock and key is internal transcendence 

buried beneath our murky surfaces 

The debtors burden we live with daily 

as the parasite burrows without making rent payments 

I vow to leak thee out of me like a faucet 

or a water pump 

until my lungs burst 

And breathe deep the crisp air 

of untouched mountains

taller than I

and I will lean on these euphoric dream state realities

like the highs of pipe smokers and cannibinoid addicted

to invigorate my soul, quench my thirst, and open my body up

A bustling void, a low hum of atoms like beads of sweat

circulating in unison

Ignite combust and transform  

like the miraculous caterpillar 

To become something more 

than myself... 

the vibration, in my bones, buzzes 

and I’ve learned to hum to its tune 

the body memories 

lay on the surface 

and etched art into my dermis 

the layers of time pour over me like wax 

Like rushing waves every millisecond 

and the vibration treats my sick body 

With each wave In small doses 

and they create patterns that fluctuate outwards 

rippling patterns in perfect synchronicity 

And these tiny traumas become harmony 

the fluorescent vibration speaks 

and my tongue only translates 

she is a force greater than I 

no one cares

Could it be another takes up space 

in a place where only I 

and ego 

reside 

at the center of the universe 

someone other than me? 

how could it be 

Take up space 

inhale 

exhale 

and let them make room 

or set themselves on fire 

trying to burn you down 

Shrink 

away 

child 

and the world 

will not get easier 

it will not lend its ear, contend, or cater 

you must make it for yourself, 

with elbow grease 

Carefully calculated, 

And strategic, dedication 

if you hate the world 

just know that you made it that way.

and if it bruises their feelings 

when you smile 

I lend them compassion 

Long after their self soothing, destructive tendencies 

have warn them raw 

and they feel a zero 

in a benign, unfeeling void 

I am the battle cry of the new age 

the crisis of the commons 

I speak in burrows 

Muffled by masks 

in the millions 

a sea of styrofoam and plastic 

floats by us 

While we drown our sorrows in whiskey and diamonds 

Scream for petty pearls 

in a mass parade 

while we deafen our ears 

to the mass graves 

and the skeletons buried 

wirh no memorials 

their carcass 

excavated for gold 

and like the ideas of old ages 

we’re too stupid

to understand 

left to rot beneath the line stone 

the serum of truth that lingered before us 

on papyrus and chiseled stone 

Spoke of things 

Today no one knows 

lost in translation 

not in the lingual sense but in the philosophical 

understandings 

once upon a time we were invigorated 

with this spirit 

Of great depth of knowledge 

but today we rely on what’s easiest 

and requires the least capacity 

and label it the maximum efficient 

Immediate results 

and fast reliant satisfaction 

may be a derivative 

of deterioration 

inferior generations 

born with thought deficit 

In rapid processing 

we miss many details 

in the constant shuffle 

mans rapid downward stream 

of thought 

until we are left wirh an avalanche 

a cataclysmic event 

Not of human extinction but 

an excommunication of the true 

human spirit