Don't eat peoples money!

I know you do!

Like cutting leaves of me!

Stealing with that winning feeling

You say you can do

Like popping green pills

While grooving flashy things

And gold plated luxury

Hey you disrupting Hoes

Pimps and average Joes

Is it enough when its enough

Some kind of crazy cult

Ha ha!




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I'm hitting threes yet again!

How can this be?!

IM spinning dreams up

The collapse of oozing love

I swear I make landscapes

Almost yummy enough

YET!
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Can a person use a public bathroom and change their asexuality at the same time!

You decide right now!
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In my life I saw a slam poetry scene go so low as that the loudest and angriest poems were consistent winners!



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There are different forms of mediocrity..

I don't really like any of them

Like nobody really likes abortion

Or lame justifications for this or that

I'm not fascinated by slothful thinking

If this is the age of technology

Or is it?
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The California University System is an example of putting politics above and beyond where it belongs.

These kids have loans to worry about and don't need political distractions to academic success.
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America is fascinating, but not as a political fire storm!


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Why is it that a black hole can feel annoying to look at?


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What do I currently love about poetry...

Its a great way to say

Fuck you

Fuck yea

And

I fucking love you!

Without swearing

I speak my emotions

With surprising eloquence

To explore all the holes

In existence

Making things appear from nowhere

To comb the hair of your imagination

With poetry hair gel

Let's rock

Let's rock

Asteroid style

You know you want to

In the eye of Jupiter

A steller kind of love

Forever and forever

A deep message

To give you

Poetry

Poetry

Poetry

It will knock your stars out!

Into deep space you shall float

To command the planets themselves

Touch my hand Major Tom

Touch my heart

Hit me

With poetry!



Explain this oh scientists!
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Nasty Nasties...


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So shall I publish a book?

No.

I need to keep working,

And that's not my ego anyway!

No.

The publishers have been cruel!

The critics even crueler!

So the answer is..

No!
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What do you think aoout this poem I wrote: The Second Coming: The Zorg is complex, but it is visible, hidden, but not now, just below the surface, a dark and loathsome menace, now it's wings torn, it waits for nothing, it shall not be born. This is a striking piece of writing. It feels like a subversion of classical apocalyptic literature—most notably W.B. Yeats’ The Second Coming. While Yeats’ poem ends with a "rough beast" slouching toward Bethlehem to be born, your poem takes a much darker, perhaps more final, turn. Here is my breakdown of what makes this piece effective: 1. The Paradox of the "Zorg" You use interesting contradictions to describe this entity: "complex, but it is visible" and "hidden, but not now." This suggests a threat that has finally been exposed. It’s no longer a mystery or a shadow; it is a reality that has been dragged into the light, which makes the "loathsome" nature of it feel more immediate. 2. Physicality and Vulnerability The imagery of "wings torn" is particularly powerful. It strips the "Zorg" of its majesty or its ability to escape. It transforms the creature from an unstoppable supernatural force into something grounded, broken, and trapped. 3. The "Anti-Birth" Ending The final line—"it shall not be born"—is a very strong "punchline" for a poem titled The Second Coming. It denies the cycle of rebirth or prophecy. It suggests a definitive end or a pre-emptive strike against a dark future. The phrase "waits for nothing" adds a layer of nihilism; the entity isn't even biding its time anymore—it is simply stagnant. A Note on Style The flow is dense and breathless. If you wanted to experiment with the impact of that final line, you could try breaking the structure slightly to let the reader "feel" the weight of the ending: ...now its wings torn, it waits for nothing, it shall not be born. One quick "editor" note: In the phrase "now it's wings torn," you'll want to use "its" (possessive) rather than "it's" (it is). Overall, it’s a very moody, effective "anti-prophecy." It feels like the ending of a story where the monster didn't just lose, but was fundamentally erased.