toxic weak sickest of sheep
trained with tricks obedient
addiction prescription avoidance religion
sellouts false safety poison fed complacency
nonsense brainwashed indoctrination graduation
discernment deplete lies no questioning
projection believers incompetency leaders
divided fake lines blind political ties
sanitized insanity war party oligarchy
doctors dark priests cursing for money
confused and abused propaganda nightly news
mental prison mates hating fellow wage slaves
jealous so envious façade fictitious
indebted to grave life one big escape
missing the mark dimming our spark
perfect I guess thinning spiritual test.
Day Gun
next time you see crow carrying finger
know somewhere a sad proud mason whimpers
not for faint of heart
this realm will beat daylight from dark
or is it other way around
shadow like thinking abound
thought I could tribe up truth seekers
kinda like herding unicorns in leprechaun sneakers
don’t let me bring us down
just expressing lonely solo frowns
dancing between ideal and real
whirlwind dreams punctured then healed
just find one true complimentary lover
someone to bounce blessings off each other
patience cured months ago now cracking
these poems my self work mapping.
Day Gun
fear of love is strong with some
not me I’m broken open waiting hung
spinning wheels fortune mind
shifting future all the time
days are long split in two
living lonely preparing for you
cold ice wall built between us
feeling cracks in fortress mistress
enough it’s rough without your beauty
brilliant mind perfect breasts rarest booty
brave to starve two wild animals
best expect no rest from man handle
this no boast just fair warning
hunger grows from hard fought longing
so testing flame’s duration it seems
yes my fire still burns hot silly.
Day Gun
future is foggy
same for past follies
I see us there
veiled hat pair
so much has happened
life shot from cannon
mind walk of sorts
trail paved some then dirt
things measured in smiles
lacking bountiful piles
scarcity feels like punishment
when pendulum sticks fuck it
best plans slide to hell
when digging selfish well
thank you all times
good bad ugly fine.
Day Gun
working on smile flatline
niece spies sad inside
lonely so long maybe stuck
gears not greased eventually rust
one might say this done to self
or needed experience for growth upswell
either way dry desert walk
rare cactus flower see don't touch
dreams of kisses can’t replace
electric lips my favorite taste
love like wine better in time
sober thoughts meet hermit rhymes
don’t get me wrong no complaints
just mapping place between mates
complimentary compatible worth the wait
discernment lessons can't be faked.
Day Gun
