Patience

I.

For the sake of this bleeding heart please let me take a shower with you!!! No came the reply. So A little shivering lamb waits outside the bathroom on the futon panting for his chance to see a dripping body that he’s in love with. Flash forward a year and they are looking at one another in the eye enveloped in the other. Unaware of the fact that this particular union only lasted for a few minutes or an hour for they cannot remember. But when they kissed both men knew that any time spent apart, in a cell or outside they were still tethered to the other and without the other half they still felt Empty. To feel empty and full all at the same time they shouldn’t have to wrestle that way so that the fun time may be over. A CENTRIFUGE. “Will this be enough?, For me it’s not, you were gone for so long and I Imust see you as soon as possible. Do you still love me?” N proclaimed to A A said “You’ve got to go now, my new roommate will be here soon and you’ve got to work. N: But. A: I see you. N: I see you too. When will we get the chance again? A did not respond, he simply pushed N out of the bedroom door and proceeded to kiss N on the mouth. This was the last time I would see A face to face. Countless times over the past few years I have gone over this encounter in my mind and wondered if my fleeting heart has anything but itself to hang onto. I think not. Words are useless to this Adam. My Tantrums never spent more than 5 pesos with Him anyway. Lately, my relations with him are short lived and committed to his new educational endeavors. While mine are halted, his are finally moving. Where is the sex in education? I don’t know if my laundry list can contain that last question but I’ll do my best to contain my simple

II.

Years after I whispered into your ear that I love you I still find myself catching up on the conversations we had over pastries. Then again I can’t live in the past even though it may be my safe ground. Presently I find myself alone.

III.

Seconds drain into countless hours spent mulling over and seething through possible fruitions of consumed fates. How then must one contend the futility of unfinished goals within himself? By public isolation no, with a closed mouth.

VI.
Closed Mouth
Open Heart
Open Ears
Fallen Superego
Fin.

UNKOWN UNKOWN

275 Gone Again to Protect a Temple we said were done with
Though democracy hasn't prevailed race again we have to protect what is it again?
Supple amounts of men cast down faces in the dirt slayed so now we send in JSOC
Do intervals of innocents mean that we now face yet another civil war with no one remaining from the
third one we intervened on to lay blame upon?
Too many questions of a simple lad who only watches the tellie and reads the papers
So I must blame myself for voting, or not to vote.
Again too many
I was taking a political compass exam today and a question was as follows
"Is it wrong of a citizen to question the government in time of war?"
The whole of my adulthood has been spent in a war state
How can one not question the further risk of American Life
Though Life weather American or Iraqi is still Life the same
One person can do only that of their government be it in a time of war or not
the opinion of if it is right or not I suppose takes measure of one's dick girth
That's a crude way of putting shame to sex
I should say the stoutness of one's ovaries
If only star gazing and tea leaves would tell of the resolution of this coming doom
Then again it's all going to return to star dust again right
Does the matter of the destruction of the matter matter
Just the pitter patter
Rain Falls
Flower Grows
ASHE
NOBIS

TOO MANY

Thousands upon thousands Droll over the Rio
Hundreds beckon at the gate of Baghdad
Two different boarders both migrations driven by violence
Do we intervene?
Do we harbor countless innocents?
Aye Dios Mio save those who strive for survival!
Give Strength to those defending their homeland
Allow for Grace to fill those who oppose the prior

In all honesty I'm at a loss when it comes to what's going on in the world today, there is so little that one who has no power can really do but pray and hope that those with power can make prudent decisions. So I'll stick to poetry. Attempt to convey the insurmountable fear that I think us smart folk feel about only two prominent stories unfolding before our eyes. Lackluster Opinions are all I have so to those reading I can only hope that you have one as well and are brave enough to share it.

TATTOO

I.
Three Needles dropped into the right shoulder blade
Which spent two months to run its course
What does it mean?
I'm a Hunter
Fallen Brothers
Bloody Sheets
All blood isn't Red
To the point as it were

II.
Nine weeks into a cleanliness I'm not sure I'll survive
Eight times today I promised myself I wouldn't look back
Seven loves I picked off a Gardenia
Six silences I felt my heart skip over
Five looks towards a soul I hoped would look back
Four strands of hair on my chin that don't match my normal
Three sips of tea
Two drumbeats
One smirk I'm sure was meant for me and not the lady at his table.

CHICAGO BirthRight

If He only knew what they called Love
and could discriminate accordingly the direction
of the Wind would shift 100 degrees to
Lift the Veil on the Gratitude and Respect
that which the World lays upon them
by the minute.
Children would cease shouting over each other,
The Cold would stop being a crutch for age old conflicts.
I'd finally wear my Chicagoan Badge over my Heart
Rather than layering over it. 

FUNCTION

Downward spirals pretense a reformation
Like a foil with no spark
Glittering Over Men's Faults
small Princes write over Shake's follies
Though our Father's follies far outweigh ours
We cannot pretend to be our Fathers
Forgot them one did but how does Richard II Fall?
 Exton.

OnAPlaneToSanAntonio

A Matrix is something put forth upon a law to remap that which we do not know
As I prepare for whatever the future knows of what I am scratching at on my left Hip
I cannot begin to really grasp what the mole next to my belly button guards me from
A round mountain of Cancer

Or a Square Spot of Something I picked up on Trail
Scaling a ladder Jacob never intended one to pear
Fear that one will catch themselves in a Maze
Sound that doesn't echo back to daft nodes


One could reach to forgive
Though there is no juice left in the plumb
Drained of what they speak of in the night
I should stop trying to explain my heart's foil
But this pen has me by the balls

"I gave up everything"
The Pale Blue Dividers Slide Around.

CANTO FOR JUNE 12th

Dozen portals past the last time I gazed into your eyes
Still I remain forgotten in the wreckage of last year
Do you ever think of the conversation we had in the calm waves off Florida
I stay on tip toe trying to remember if the Fleck of orange in my eye matches yours.

Dom et Patris

BREATHE

Why does it take forever for the sun to rise?
Only if this futile time could spin a little slower so I could see your iris dilate
Hopefully on Earth 2.0 The Sun will never take so long to rise.

BANG POLITIC

Should we label and tag each Sir or Mam who needs a Firearm?
Yes
Is it our right
So the paper says
Though just because something is a right does this not mean that we need restrictions

I suppose I should be a member of the NRA before I go delving into things which I am not sure of
Though I do believe that one with a mental profile suggesting an imbalance shouldn't be allowed to purchase a certain amount of Arms. Or any for that matter given the amount of shootings, and perhaps a tighter age restriction. This must come from a federal level. The States must co-sign an implementation agreement.
So many limbs isn't wise of a any federation
Then do we go back and re-screen members?
Yes. This will take sometime but if it were to come from the NRA then it would have to be done.


I prefer a bow and arrow or a blade. Guns are a little too messy for me. Should I say this in public?
Oh Well.
It's just the internet.

BASTARD another Taste

Lynn walks into the living room he is dressed in a light blue shirt dress with straight leg jeans if he had it tucked in he would pass for an officer in JROTC. It is early morning s he gets his backpack off the table, Obviously he was up all night doing homework. He goes to the kitchen humming some pop tune and returns with a cup of coffee and a bagel chewing and humming. He swallows and looks at the audience.

Lynn: Normally I feel that there’s something wrong with the world but at time like this There’s nothing to count but blessings and yes I do keep count. (Lord will you please let my alex kiss me today, Please and thank you God, or should I say Mary). Now yall know we all have our faults well mine is the dick between my legs. I like it but I know I’m different and the excisement of my third leg is the next step. Really there’s just no need for it.

Bre enters she is actually a female dressed and hungry

Bre: Stop giving your third leg speech to the wall.

Lynn: I like to keep it fresh.

Bre: Is there bacon already made?

Lynn: Yeah in the fridge (fatty).

Bre:  So what’s your excuse today?

Lynn: Denial of true self.

Bre: I don’t think that’s solid enough for Aunt Pat

Lynn: For real.

Bre: She’s too straight laced.

Lynn: But I feel/

Bre: I’m sure it will work, come on let’s go three legs.

They gather their stuff and go.

ICARUS' PIETAS

Flips, Fortes, Vaults, and Failures all erode upon the arch-less soles of my woes.

Don’t walk like that! You'll never get a 10 with that run!

Why can’t you stand still.

If only you did not bounce when you walked

Pigeons could never support my bowed legs cocked into my self-judgment: Even standing proves a struggle and every critique weaves and inlays itself into the creases of my unseen Achilles 

I always wanted to fly, who needs feet for flight? 

Or heels for that matter?  

Never touch the ground, soar like Solomon where no one points and gawks 

or teeming brothers tease.

My feet are my testament which I deem to never share with the Earth

So I Fly 

Spy a crack that still trips me up and up and up and up 

never to be reminded of where I was yesterday, yesteryear or that I was ever Here.

So Stand and breathe. 

There. 

Now Go.

Andrew'sGentleSide

Andrew: I'm not sure I'm actually gentle. Yes I enjoy helping people but really I'd rather get over them instead of over. Although I do enjoy being rode from time to time. Ew. That's a little too dirty right?  Yes, that is the last dirty thing I'll ever say. Gentlemen have the tendency to be rather aloof when it come to being straight laced. In fact the connotation of straight laced is more of a lacy mask of a true deviant. Then again aren't we all a little twisted when it comes to masques. The beautiful thing about being a baby face is that no one really truly know what in God's name you're thinking? Or is it just that people are forever asking me that question and I'm just hoping that they will figure it out. But Our minds are our own personal prisons aren't they. Someone else already said that before didn't they? Of course. It's wrong to answer yourself. Then again I'm the Middle name of some guy who thinks he's intelligent. If only I could whistle. Really I can't whistle. #TwerkSong 

Skinny boy problem

Today I thought I was fat
Then the kick said I was going dumb
So I wrote down my Hail Mary's
Gucci
Versace
Valentino
Capture
Could my CPU call my right hip?