Intoxication

What can intoxicate the brain faster than a gulp of beer?

And make the soul sink to the deepest abyss in the ocean?

What would I give to live in a different version of reality?

One in which you and I are in each other’s arms –kissing and loving

Kissing and loving our hours away

Wasting our hours away every second

Wasting every second of the night in the company of the long and dreadful night

But instead I miss you as the cold and dreadful night devours my dreams

I miss you as my thoughts take ride on a train that run into a wall of misery

I miss you as you; yet I know you might not even thing of me, let alone miss me

I’d wait upon a dock; only if I knew the truth.

If knew that you miss me too and want to put an end to darkness of the night

But it might be in the darkness of the night

That you make love to her and not me; and she consumes me with the coldness

And takes my heart away; beat after beat

She won’t let me go

Because it is you; who can intoxicate my brain faster than a gulp of beer, make my heart stop beating, and make my eyes dilate as you smile and kill me with a one glance of those deep blue eyes.

She came to our house and talked about many things that were written upon paper

She talked about happiness; her discourse came from a piece of paper

She conversed about God’s Law; and that too came from the same piece of paper

She insulted the beauty of the World

She suggested that Hawaii is a showcase of God’s beauty and hand about!

But I've seen the wonderful Monarchs in the forest of Mexico

As they flutter about

Shading green pines with their orange wings  

Taking over every leaf that was colored green

Fluttering a ballet of life and dance in the light of the sun that came through a concealed forest

They were the best thing I have ever seen; yet this woman put it all upon paper along with Hawaii; a beauty that I’ll dream about and one that’s only on paper

And erased a moment so precious that must be restored from ashes of burnt paper

For why should beauty and happiness be found only upon paper?

And also why should we follow laws given by God and Government,as she said we must?

Are both laws not naturally edged upon paper and not stone?

I imagine she hasn't noticed that her sons hate each other,or that they are getting old, or that they have gone nowhere at all.

And lastly why would any human find an end to their light just because of a debt?

I though most of us just jump of a bridge when there we have not had fulfillment in life.

Thereby losing our light and shrinking in all proportions.

Falling to the ground, an everlasting life of a lie?

But I guess that she as an old lady

Has yet to see herself glow

And be crowned as a queen.

Until it’s all on written upon paper. 

Bus

I've wanted to write a poem about my bus rides

But I can’t stand still enough to seat all the way through this ride

Zeus! - This ride has been rare to say the least.

I see the bus driver and his heart warming smile

I see brothers who oppose each other.

Sometimes as the wheels roll

I get a good dose of sunlight

Other days the sky is dull and humid and depressed

As the bus rocks sometimes I see other people like me

Yet they’re not like me. And old Mexican woman from Oaxaca

Some Mexican men who are brunt from working in the under the reign of Helios

And they probably seek for Guadalupe’s help from day to day.

I've also seen homeless people with no God to call theirs.

Who roam from town to town, seeking friends and strangers, and they are always reproached by family.

I think once I also saw a transgender individual with her supportive brother or lover…. Seating next to her, meanwhile I thought that sight was sweet and heartwarming.

Though a most peculiar sight that captured my sight and stole my imagination

Was a barnyard with the letters painted, BFL, on it?

I wondered what the acronym store for.

Maybe Big Fat Lard, couldn't slow my mind down, as the bus passed by

And to think that there’s more that I've missed

Apart from those mundane scenes

Of solar panels  

Schools and day-cares

Houses and apartments

The rain that I imagine drops gently sometimes

Or violently upon the windows

But of course my ride always comes to an end

As the bus crawls up to community hospital

And I climb down the steps of the bus   

And depart from the everlasting ride

Until night does part her from the rode

And the sun boat brings her back

For another round of passengers

Who’ll boarder her

Until they reach their destinations.

I've reached mine today.   

The American Dream Is a Lie

The American Dream is a lie

A creation crafted by Rich Men

I order to keep…….  The poor dreaming

To keep the poor dreaming, about the rich, and to distract them

To distract the poor from asking their unhumble Politicians

From…. Improving human condition

The American Dream is a bed time story

That is told to poor children

So that they may envy Rich children

And forget about poverty and hunger

The American Dream allows us to deny that the country is astray

That our Republic is slipping down the pipe lines

That the Capitalist Harlots are molesting this Nation

They are molesting this Nation under one God

That one God is green

And has promised diamonds and happiness to his cult members

And has promised an illusion that is more false then Disney’s promise of love

That God is The American Dream

And his High Priest seats in the White House, the church of that almighty God!

No matter what banner hangs behind the high alter

No matter the color of the banner

Stained with blood or cleansed with water

The American Dream rules unmoved by human condition

The American Dream is more honest than God

For he is unchanging

And heeds not to human woes

And really makes no judgments against the poor

We all suffer the same

And the molestation goes on

As The American Dream is dreamt about  

Dreamt like a prayer offered to a God of Ancient times

Dreamt about like a commandment from the Ten Commandments

Dreamt about in the same way bulls were sacrificed to Poseidon the Lord of Earthquakes

Dreamt about, as a child, hopes to find everlasting life every morning  

And the Dreamer dies unhappy

Unhealthy and manipulated

And most of all poor

The Dreamer in the end joins –

Joins a mountain of null bodies

Of the gay, the black, the Jews, the foreigners, the virgins, the harlots, the skinny, and the fat; all on top of one another, heaping lifeless and creating an Olympus of human pain, shame, and misery

An Olympus

That grows long after every party

Long after every stage of life

And long after Death enteral-claims our souls

And the religion of the American Dream is all the meanwhile

Exalted and sold around the world

For the a high profit and a low gain. 

Black King

Wouldn't it be nice to be erased from history? Like an ugly scribble is erased from paper?

Wouldn't it be nice to hit the end button and be deleted from living memory? Like an English essay from a college student?

Imagine, just to, wake up one morning without breath, without light, without life; and to be free from pain and suffering.  

To be like a rose that reawakens every spring to a new sun.

Or to be washed upon a different shore; like seed ready to germinate on different island from whence it came?

O Black King, will you not, come for me tonight? And take me; take me away onto your Kingdom?

O, take this worthless soul with you, O Black King, this useless and stupid mortal that I am, away from the land of living and into the land of ease.

For there is no future; for the stupid and useless mortal, that is me. There is nothing that makes this worthless soul worth a dime at all.

Drag me away in sweet sleep, my dear Black King. Never to be returned again.   Take my worthless life with you, take this stupid and useless mortal, and make of me chopped liver or just simple worms, but don’t leave another night alone in the painful world of the light. Take me to painless world of the dark, O, Black King.  

The Sun and Moon and More.

I know this is different from what I normally post but this all I could think of making.