Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Taste More Than the Surface

"I wanna taste you,"
she said.

Volunteering to lustfully consume
my hetero drive with the
expertise of the eldest professional.

She loathes her motivation for acceptance
and aspires to someday be looked
upon with reverence.

It will never happen.

The ability to satisfy my most basic
urge is undemanding and instinctual.

I require more than physical pleasure
and superficial ego-stroking.

Where is the challenge?

The task of tackling sexual conquests
has become mundane. 
Your Everest is my anthill.

She should be confident that I will remain
a steadfast suitor through an eternity of celibacy,
because her soul satiates my intimacy
needs beyond intercourse.

I demand that, at least.

Push me woman! Thrust me
into maturity with the ultimatum
of loneliness and lamentation.

I want to be cocooned of my natural
self and evolve into a man,
vital to your true happiness.

Ink of Gold

How bold a phrase- the shrink has told
me that I'm crazy but I think I'm whole.
Felt the kiss of the devil's lips, pink and cold.
No tears.  No woman's gonna drink my soul.
Again.  So I pen insanity with my ink of gold
to bring your mind out of that stinking hole.
No more living like a snake or a peeking mole.
Chained by America but the links won't hold.
Skate through life with love 'cause the rink is cold.
If they are telling the truth, why do they blink in codes?!
Bold face in your face, they wink through polls.
Im at the end of my wits, they're on the brink of goals.

Triple Threat

Dance little girl,
dance in front of the TV and behind progression.
Dance above your building blocks and below the literacy rate.
Waltz through life until you slow dance with death.

Sing little girl,
sing praises for his materials and not his substance.
Sing another heartbreaking ballad of lacked judgment.
Belt the blues and wail your tale of love's misfortunes.

Act little girl,
act like you are marginally worth what you deserve.
Act beautifully complicated as a perfect mystery.
Step into the role of necessity and break the leg of
exploitive convenIEnce.

Dance on the glass ceiling.
Sing to the heavens.
Act like a woman.

Marshmallowest Man in the World

I still have the first marshmallow my grandfather gave me. 
It fascinated me and I started saving them in safety. 
I learned how to turn marshmallows into more marshmallows. 
I studIEd how to earn marshmallows. 
At summer camp, I would never burn marshmallows.

I quIEtly accrued marshmallows and used them for shelter and food. 
With a million marshmallows I was never abused
and people were less rude to me. 
I have had my share of marshmallow-hungry women
who trIEd to dig for my marshmallows from the beginnin';
especially once I had enough marshmallows to swim in.

To ninety-nine percent of the population, marshmallows are a rarity
so I donate a few handfuls of marshmallows to charity. 
I am hardly affected by the marshmallowy disparity,
even though people lIE for and steal marshmallows. 
UnbelIEvably, people scheme to kill for marshmallows! 
It has no real value, it is only still a marshmallow.

Just to say I have marshmallows makes me happy,
though a marshmallow does not provide me happiness, exactly. 
I could pile my marshmallows into a marshmallow isle
since I have marshmallows for miles. 
They tell me it is immoral but I am in denial...
like my sixty billion marshmallows could put the AIDS cure in a buyable vial. 
Those notions are wild! 
It take more than marshmallows to feed every famished child.

My children want me to divide my marshmallows when I dIE.
Why?! These are MY marshmallows.

Lonely Times

It's only weak weekends
and solid solitude,
hollow holidays
living in an interlude.
Blind introduced
to first date intervIEws.
Just the same run through
of movIE and dinner moves.
I'm not going to lay
in the bed the sinners choose,
or taste the same fat
the repenter chews.
Tender-hearted and sore,
my love has been abused,
and my soul has been walked on
like a pair of tennis shoes.
Cuddleless in the cold-
it is the winter blues.
Im dying to pin her down,
and enter her inner tubes.
Every tender memory
exudes a mini muse.
Unprovoked attitudes... 
I remember moods,
so if I have her,
I still would know that even winners lose.

Unawake

Stare at the mess.
Straight at America's chest
and see that we've progressed
barely a step
with no access to where the next
stairway is kept.
We're snared in the net
while Big Brother doesn't get checked
and he's buried in debt.
Telling us fairy tales like they're
there to protect.
Terror and jets
can spoil milk and honey- wait for
the dairy to set.
Unapologetic politicians that don't
share the regret
or share the respect.
You will never see our cares intersect;
just go to any two corners and ask
a pair of our vets.
How dare we forget
that this country has always
been very inept
With a convoluted constitution,
can't we tear it up yet?
Will you dare to reject
and put your life on the line
to vary the bet
before you feel how tight the noose is
bare on your neck?
Or put a flame to the torch that
we've been carrying wet?
Or strip away the labeled clothes
that they wear in the sect?
Unawake but aware to elect
a safer pair to abet
in a conspiracy already set that is
as scary as death.
Spare me.
I can recognize a marionette.

Friday, May 27, 2011

Far From Good

      FamilIEs dissolve and marriages breakup over money.  Why?  Because on any given corner at any given time we can vIEw what a moneyless situation is.  We fear homelessness and extreme poverty so much that the misappropriation of personal funds can cause a rift in an otherwise good relationship.  Yet we do not hold our government to the same responsibility.  We are still chanting "U-S-A!!" and pledging allegiance.  Our congress and senate have kept their hands in the cookIE jar and run us into debt, yet we do not give them the boot.  There's no breakup.  We have not even began arguing, yet.  We get taxed on the inflow of every dollar we make and on pretty much every purchase made.  It would seem that the least they could do is make sure we all had a roof over our heads and food in our belly.  We have the resources.... but that is tooo socialistic.

       Socialism is propagandized on being a form of communism which was never properly attempted.  Read the Communist Manifesto (it is only 36 pages) by Karl Marx.  Mind-blowing.  It is not about limiting each other's rewards from ambition it is about meeting the needs of the majority which is what democracy is supposed to be about.  The working class is getting the short end of the stick and we are OK with it!!  They have led us to belIEve that one's idea is substantially more valuable than the accumulated labor associated with the production of it.  So the workers get dollar wages and company heads get six figure incomes and more.  The profits recognized are grossly maximized because company payroll expenses are minimized. The revolving door of CEOs moves faster than that of the wage worker.  Workers make the world work.  Raise your hand if you are more capable than your managers who have never done the work.  The people that work have nothing and the people who have everything reeeally don't work.  We are only allowed to work, however, as long as we can make the capitalists money.  And that is ALWAYS at the minimum of what it would take to get the job done.  Our needs are met only to the degree that we are well enough to clock in tomorrow morning.  To the degree that we can afford to have children which will be the new generation of workers.  But they need them to be consumers as well!!  So they destroy the familial bond and create monetary relationships.  They ensure that our values are so screwed up that at 18 years old you immediately NEED to move out of your parent's house to gain your "independence".  The human brain is evolving well past your mid-twentIEs.  The processes of recognizing consequences and proper decision making are still developing, yet they want you out in the world living on your own, making adult mistakes as a child.  Stay yo' ass at home.  Be a part of the village.  Commune with your relatives.  Build together, stay together.  How much SPACE do you need?  Your own kitchen?  Your own living room?  Your own family room but you have no family?  Oh, I get it... you wanna get your fuck on!  There goes that value system thing again.  They want to divide a household income into 4 or 5 single incomes.  4 or 5 grocery bills, utility bills, mortgages, etc.  "We gettin' rent from all you bitches!!"  Bet you wish you got along with your parents more.  Haha, always homesick always missing them.  Suckers.

     I do not know how we are going to change but I do know that there WILL be one.  The system is built to be its own destruction.  When the distribution of wealth is so lopsided, eventually the disenfranchised will revolt.  That is going to be slow motion, though.  We are still sold on the idea that we can all be rich. Uh uh, not gonna happen.  We are programmed to praise the wealthy, pat 'em on the back and say "you deserve it."  We are given morsels of their world.  "Here are name brand clothes, shoes, and accessorIEs that WE wear that you can afford if you are an idiot and want to overextend your budget to be like us."  I do not want to be like you, your days are numbered.  The meek shall inherit the earth and the enlightened shall lead them.

      What does capitalism give us?  It gives us a system of overproduction.  CompanIEs can not sell enough because the workers do not get paid enough.  So they must find new customers through exportation.  Those people can not support the expansion of the production so now we get imperialism.  The corporate country civilizes a barbaric socIEty and subjects them to an even more extreme version of exploitation under a veil of religious or political illusions.  Then all corners of the earth is the market and there is still not enough consumption of all goods because there is not enough income.  So the capitalists raise wages.  JUST KIDDING.  That would cut into profits.  Remember profits=revenues-expenses.  Wages and salarIEs are an expense.  So then they set up credit.  Some have called credit a slave form.  Yes, now we can buy things with money we do not have while simultaneously opening a can of worms that the system itself can not even digest.

      What does capitalism give us?  Beer money with champagne wishes.  It gives us the richest man in the world worth an estimated $53.5 billion who is a Mexican citizen.  How can one grow up in a country that is politically corrupt, drug riddled, violent, and so strapped for opportunity that its people risk life and limb daily to immigrate from it and you somehow morally retain your wealth?  Capitalism gives us wealthy people with no identity, the capital is the individual.  One does not choose an undertaking unless it makes fiscal sense.  Oprah is worth a mere $3 billion and she is quite charitable, it would seem.  1% of that worth is $30 million.  Should she give away 1% or 99%?  In what sane mind is $30 million NOT ENOUGH to sustain an existence?!  A school built in Africa is not shit if you can afford to help them build water treatment facilitIEs and irrigation networks.  Does she deserve it?  Does Bill Gates deserve his $53 million?  What about the other 161 billionaires worldwide?  Capitalists say "yes."  I see disgusting people sitting on a pile.  The system is made for these piles and made for the majority to survive off of handfuls.  They are brainwashing you to condemn the man who crIEs foul at this madness.  I can not respect any of them.  Are their houses too far upon on the hill, the limo too tinted, the private jet too high for them to see the world's suffering?!  Fuck your charity. Even if the dollar amount is great, the percentage is not.  GIVE 'TIL IT HURTS.  I just showed you how much 99% would hurt.  Not much, unless you are still in the pile measuring mind state.  The big picture is evil, atrocious, and downright depressing.  I will not go so far as to call the great multitude of multi-millionaires and billionaires evil... but they are far from good.

      What do we do in the meantime?  It is not time for a revolution but we at least need to be talking.  Find another mind and meet with it.  We must raise awareness and social consciousness.  Exploit the system too!  Get money, have fun, live life.  Take advantage of the opportunitIEs and loopholes.  I will not knock you.  Fuck the country, she does not love you.  America is the biggest ho in the world.  Do not fall in love with the ho; do not pick the ho over your family; do not fight for the ho; and of course do not DIE for the ho.  She is the best ho in the world so get what you can out of her.  Use her as much as possible.  Do not be fooled and enamored by her beauty she is perpetually trying to use you.  She could not have gotten to where she is if she wasn't.  It is the ho's nature.  Do not save her, her fate is written by her past and she deserves no loyalty.