A hungry Winter’s pain, slicing me thru and thru, the averages melt, reminding me of my passed past, I hate this world, for hate’s sake, as my only reflex, love shield me from this device, The cutting edge, Of Knives, is dull to the sharp mind who…still recalls the all, consumption’s conception, the greedy memories feed off my ego, they won’t let go, For Hell is hell today, tomorrow 2, my eyes are blue with wishes and wants in this world, white in perspective and speech, collard by a loose noose and itchy fingers that graze the triggers when I beat the drum, or when my mothers hum, I have so many, and she too, is blue 2, like the very moon…she goes to pray at night, dark figures in the daylight as a savage hound to only one sense: fear, each man is allowed only one tear, so let’s not look upon the season’s rain, And Oh the pain, Of this perception, wish I could tear it from me, and blast it into a thousand scattered pieces, 2 oblivion the sidewalk and feed it to the ants, And murder is my only chance, and murder is my only chance… and what harmless…victim, do I know, well as myself, self… I pray U masters, cold steel and sharp objects, oh piercing wounds…send help. *** And while, They Often Talk, …You Don’t Know the Pain Of Jericho Walls… From Killers that Would B, 2 Victims that Should B, We the world, enterprise, drama journeyed and hell faxed, false in opinions and mannerisms, given, over in exchange for interplanetary wisdom, conqueror of kings, slave slayers, meditaters and debaters, constituting seven layers, so the soul finds rhythm and horns, and bass lines that don’t fit the formula, so far from fact, a fantasy, a farce, we love make believe, so can’t we get so High Off my fiction, The wisdom that curves, the unfamiliar, the spirit of… The hearing then, untimely now, Glow Shine Remember… This is interplanetary Master Self, Why is it… We keep The channels and the pathways Clean? My sun, Sit in temple… River will appear. Master Self, the Channels, and the Pathways Undo my memories Of thoughts untimely and things unseemly erase what seems dreamy and lift clear knowledge of proof reality heavy like sand that we walk across cuss and write poetry on the shore line its unfit for black face in white mask the draft when door was cracked we all draft dodgers my vision is blurred by the emphasis of what if’s And they all say I’m who’s crazy just cause just cause so we all gray not hot not cool for the god we prey oh the games we play like children men and infant women imaginative selves and shit I got a headache and it’s this big commercial running nonstop And Ain’t that what we all want our own cup of soup to sip friendly and kiss jenny when her folks ain’t looking damn that’s simple pleasure them don’t treasure and them we throw away I wish all my dreams Would just Go Away I Am… From planet TRUE SELF, the 9th sphere, beyond the 9th sphere, beyond your world, in and of yourself, the same makeup, biologically connected and reflected in all earth matter, Because! I Am… Love. Free from old habits and patterns and lifestyles. I just Look back …and smile. As A Man Who Forgets… I, Remember My Father