I Am Jaded

I can recall the feeling.

It was like an eight month

hang over.

There is little I can

do so

I salute you.

I only wish to do well

by honouring you.

Until then,

I shall turn

away from your grave

with a scrambled heart.

Love,

Digress.

Since I Die Daily, Daily Mourn.

Here, on fingertips, death resides

here, the anguish doth not subside

heavy with such mystery

falsehoods of such alchemy.

Enter death, an eternal breath,

to capsize youth and end distress

fortitude be yours, O sultan,

without a wince, you bring the silence from within.

Thou art the work of holy men

with little insight from within.

An auspice thou protest

so quickly, thou must lie to rest!

Hesitate not, in mine eyes thou

art fair and generous

granting mystery to the gangrenous

and wealthy alike!

O sultan, O sultan!

deliver from this world to thine

a message for those left behind

Faustian letters do remind

of days of old.

O sultan! O sultan!

here I lie upon the zenith of death

coffins for my eternal rest;

at my behest, my arms criss-cross my chest

upon my lips, a whisper of farewell.

Goodnight princess. Goodnight, my queen.

~.

Love,

Digress.

Tribute.

With haste, the kiss we taste

strewn upon this bed are we

and that is how I shall forever see

shimmering gems of brown identity

along your body run the streams of time

slowly, I trace your outline

from head to toe

your touch is enough to sew together

internal feelings I cannot eschew

I stir, I plot, I seek a view

parting of lips force one to two.

Pound at my keys,

I am your harpsichord,

sounds sharper than the sword,

upon your mantel I shall rest

and the world I detest

until, again, I can invest

in carrying out your behest.

You witch--you siren--

coaxing me into oblivion;

under your spell, I have no decision,

but pursue your passion with precision;

enchanted, I am, by your beauty and poise

alchemise a lust potion--no!

your philtre bringeth pure devotion.

Here be we,

a genius of sweet alchemy,

and a man of great cacophony.

~Hansel und Grettle.

Love,

Digress.

1812 Overture.

Here, the lines are drawn

soldiers sing the battle song

'tis not the time for turning back

upon the field, creeds shall impact.

Down the line, the orders run

blazing blades in handfuls of sun

armour shimmers between the clouds

blood weighs heavy on these boughs.

Prepared, are we and thou not be

able to respond aptly to our victory

war brought by providence

'tis mine will o'er thine dominance.

For freedom the titans fight

clad in red, blue, and white

muskets and swords for what we want

for fire gives what the pen cannot!

Steady on steeds, we fight the decree

of those who built this colony

stand ready men; do not falter

for this land is of thine father.

Clutch the hilt and be not weak

the blade, blood, it shall seek

we will collide with destiny

out of death comes our victory.

Decimate and then some more

make them feel a ruddy sore;

little mercy at the trigger

for we shall bring the fire on thicker.

And in the night we shall war too

our aim and sight be true

until our goal is reached;

our governors impeached!

~Seventeen-seventy-when?

Love,

Digress.

Looking Indubitable

It is good

to sit

here on

my stoop

thinking about

litigation;

listening

to the neighbourhood

settle

into the

first clam

night of

spring.

And as I

take

another swig

of

the saké,

the neighbours

return

from a birthday dinner.

They carry in

a case

of beer.

Maybe

I'll be social tonight.

~Believe me.

Love,

Digress.

Only A Coffee Shop.

Hanged.

Shot.

Ambushed.

Drowned.

This is

self-destructive

at 

least I am

teaching myself.

I'll teach

you too.

While the

world is flooded and

the people

are ambushed,

there is

little

to do

but

wait.

We will

always be

waiting to be

Drowned.

Ambushed.

Shot.

Hanged.

~Celebration City.

Love,

Digress.

The Post Office Has Gone Broke.

I remember

Rich telling me

that you've got to send

mail

to get

mail.

Even when I send

mail

the bonds between friends

enter the ends

but there's no help for that

and I will never

be 

what you're looking for

, though

, I will sometimes 

appear that

way.

My best friends

: I have

Never met

, and Never will.

They are all dead.

And I might

be too.

~Fermented grapes tonight. generic words.

Plain love,

Digress.

Colour Me Pedantic.

I've been wondering

about the concepts

and the basics

you have a tendency

to miss.

And the way

you cannot

formulate

Iambs in Octameter

or Pyrrhic Dimeters

you cannot crochet a trochee

into the lines of a tercet.

Soliloquies and metaphors

on the zenith of an anapest

could make you

the best.

Byronic irony

with a simple Spondee

could

set your style free.

But the lessons

evade

whilst you sit and degrade

the thoughts you

can't formulate

or begin to comprehend.

So is this the end?

Not for you

friend.

~This might be one of the last.

Spent,

Digress.

Modus Operandi

waking up on a back road

broken glass breaks with a sad note

we had to try to get out of this mess

we forget that once we reach success

and pain is in the closet

the victims sit inside my pocket

high and tight, low and loose

another sorry person with a sorry excuse

writing letters in return

my fans will never be concerned

until i take the last step

and that's under the breath

waiting for intelligence

receiving no benevolence 

another tragedy at the hands of insolence

stepping to the cowardice

the earth shudders with complacency 

while humans destroy freedom with policy

we're sitting in the stew of social cacophony 

just another human tragedy.

~Here comes my friend.

Love,

Digress.

I Met Bukowski In The Mirror This Morning.

You can see

it in his

eyes that he 

has walked a 

few miles and

taken a few

lives;

had a few 

promises

broken

. His shoes are 

worn down and 

his face grown 

out;

starts every

day with a

hefty bit 

of pain so 

he smiles in 

a wince and 

stands with a

crooked back

. He can't sink

or swim he's 

not looking

to begin

just searching

for a way

to pack it

up today

. His here and

now is gone

with the

whisper of

the tongue

and beating

of a drum

clocked out

and stone cold

these are the

streets he roams

drunk and with

no home

. Beaten down

and out of

breath he tries

to repent

but his idea

of god never

gave him the

laude

. Nietzsche told

him this and

Nietzsche told 

him that

nothing was

ever good

enough to

attract

so he tried

to keep out

and tried to

be aware

of the kooks

hiding in

crannies

behind the

infamy

. Aware of

the defeat,

a dirtbike

on the street,

a social

submarine

sinking with

the dream 

. Where humans

had failed, he

would observe

from quite the

distance so

as not to

get perturbed

sitting still

with glass in

tow

. And I'm sure

that he could

have been my 

dad.

~Good-night Milwaukee. good-night Bukowski--you'll never need to understand.

Love,

Digress.

An Open Letter.

Feeling like the bad guy

for wanting it to be right

a stupid issue

from a stupid mouth

up at night because of a stupid choice

sleeping easy in the next room

it's easy

to play that defensive tune

that's why

he finds the

melodies so sweet

bringing to him that

kind of

relief

i feel broken in the back yard

stabbed by my right hand

slicing thoughts with a shard

broke something grand

and looking in the mirror

i get disgusted

thinking of my potential

i hope it's enough

to keep me

from that dug hole

living like he does must be nice

no more ability than

what will suffice

i've been suffering in the back yard

of my mind

thinking of an admirable time

few come alive

and many less built around a lie

a man in charge

who can't sever ties of dependency

hypocrisy explicit 

flowing in veins

of redundancy

it's like the same uneasy sentence again

like the same uneasy sentence again

same uneasy sentence again

and then the same uneasy sentence again

but what can we do

when you didn't commit to a vision?

broken floor tile

arguments unfounded

so give me a smile

stupidity compounded

victim of his gerrymandering

but thinks he is pandering

only to himself

never puts a new book

on that shelf

every time

i try to be myself

he grabs hold of the ideas on

my shelf

and my questions are too painful

and passing judgement is so useful

an informed decision

he thinks it's all motive

for unnecessary competition

but what is that within?

failure to want to begin?

i am painfully distraught

when he acts like

i fought

with

deadly intentions

i become a broken fence

around a bed of

severed heads

melodrama queen

get back in your limousine

painful to write

painful to fight

no sword nor pen in your sight

gentrified but lost sight

and i'm afraid to follow suit

and i'm afraid to follow you

i don't know

am i being a good one?

have i been a good ...?

even if i'm mad

i'm sorry ...

~It is personal.

Love, 

Digress

Freedom to Gain.

martyrdom for freedom what's the true price?

when they install a liberty-killing device

address the congress: they don't take advice

it's three A.M.: answer the call

the picket line will soon be wall to wall

no time to trust: reserves have gone bust

falling short in the long term 

quickly we are concerned 

at the way everything has turned 

it's a fairness doctrine 

another curtail of talkin' 

plain speech will now breech 

the securities of those in reach 

no more 1st amendments 

our government are the parents 

a nation of children 

cut loose from the building  

lowering the glass ceiling 

seditious acts that are crippling 

to think freely and speak the same 

blood tainted in the vein 

we've got to stop being constrained 

it should be, simple, clear, and plain

standing up leaves only freedom to gain.

it's up to our dignity to restore liberty

harass the vigilante: it is the authority

we must speak out with clarity

get past the gravity

we keep destruction on the tip of tongues

another government guided without guns

the people won't stand up

but they'll kneel on knees for luck

it's another let-down

freedoms being stolen without sound

and now I'm choking, addressing the whole town

we choose not to fight

because police will read the Mirada right

we forget they work for us

taxes pay the pension of those who are 'just'

political action figurines

on sale, next to our values and intrigues

when do we draw the line of command

just another castle in the sand

falling with the tide

telling us to abide

no questions as to how we came to unite

not a one party system

but an angry dream in the vision

revolution is required

for us to achieve what we desire

by hook or by crook

revolution we will cook

in the kitchen of anarchy

another capitalist vision, not insanity

free to form to the vision of fore-fathers

step up to the plate and let us protect our daughters

fight fire with fire and don't slip the desire

earned in blood, an earned empire

of free thought, it's inequality we fought

address discrepancy, forgive the vanity

approach with caution, the ever-lasting right

to bear speech with freedom and arms with might

fascism blind-sides like accidents of plain sight

we've got to renovate

stand up against what they eviscerate

we've got to contemplate:

what is the politician's plate?

another way to confiscate expression

is what they envision

when did the bill of rights become a privilege?

when did freedom revert to a vision?

why are we so docile?

why aren't we hostile?

revolutions happen in a curious way

there's one objective to obtain

~History and timing are important. So are the bill of rights.

Love,

Digress.

Aphorisms: Psychobabble.

1.

Legal Review - Laws are not the foundation of justice but are the hindrance of liberty; the foundation of justice  can be found in the way children are imbued with concepts of retribution. (see No. 15)

2.

A Bad Education - To teach the history of demonisation with a punitive disposition is to demonise; for the sake of sparing a redundancy, history should never be taught with this disposition.

3.

The Governed - The question to the government is not what it will do for the citizens, but by which means does the government plan to abate its presence in unnecessarily-governed civil arenas.

4.

The Good-Socialist - A socialist society does not modify the abilities nor the motivation of those within, but disables the returns gained by well-wishing efforts.

5.

A Sad Paradox -

"Dictionary - n. A Malevolent literary device for cramping the growth of a language and making it hard and inelastic." The Devil's Dictionary - Ambrose Bierce

It can be noted though, that recently both the quality of literature and the lexicon has diminished quite extensively, notwithstanding the size of the english dictionary has grown double its size since the 17th century.

6.

When Orating - Cant, but do not prate--hypocrisy is more subtle than foolishness, lo both are often reviewed as six of one.

7.

A Pithy Nature - Human nature is not derived from the most primitive times of man's existence, but from the the childhood man experiences; each nature differs from person to person--which is the foundation of individuality--but ultimately each nature enables itself to conform to a common ideal; it is common natures that differentiate the participants of a society. 

8.

Governance - It is not wealth that governs the world--as radicals do believe--but the motivation to gain wealth that governs the world.

9.

Self Advocacy - It is not for the benefit of conversation nor to hear another person that we lower the volume on a television or stereo, we lower the volume so that we can be certain our end of the conversation is heard. 

10.

Missing Strokes - Social constructivism appears as an excellent viewpoint, an opinion that is logical and easy to apply. The issue though, is the social constructivist does not recognise a very powerful force in the inter-workings of society: the power of the individual. Without accepting the power of the individual, the answer of how social constructs come about wanders into the night unanswered.

 

11.

You Sound Like... - Person: "You sound just like my friend ________"  Reply: "Thank you, but I would rather sound like myself." 

12.

Simplicity - The greatest thoughts and problems are not presented with simplicity, but solved and explained with simplicity.

13.

Why I Use British English - I enjoy most an original.

14.

Devil's Advocate - Be cautious when you choose to advocate an under-represented subject, the proponents are often wont to be fickle or even worse: inane on the subject.

15.

Equal Protection of Liberty - Under Title XIV of the United States Constitution, it is guaranteed that "No state shall make or enforce any law which shall abridge the privileges or immunities of citizens of the United States..." Upon review of this I enquire: do certain statutes that your government enforces, and you abide by, inhibit your ability to be completely liberated as liberty is defined in the Bill of Rights?

~Welcome to practice.

Love,

Digress.

Loving the Daughter of an Italian Plutocrat

I like to watch good girls go bad

'cause they still have issues with their dad

going down like titanic; her tears are so tragic

manipulating her; she wants to be static

so I push and pull until she is emphatic:

screaming something hostile; exhaust from intake

but I just love to make her body shake

finding another way to make her love-hate

the way I abuse her at speeds higher than the interstate

spinning her until we're both dizzy

I wonder when I lock her in the garage: does she miss me?

she's in the shadow of my limelight when I put up a good fight

all the way till the end; she doesn't pretend

to appreciate me, but deep inside she needs

a man who can navigate through greed

putting up with her Italian design

she wants me to unwind

we're in a limited-slip relationship:

I still go after others while she cries to her mother

sorting things out like a fight with her brother

I'll leave her be for a few weeks

when I return it's all kisses on the cheeks

convincing her she's not weak

as long as she gets through in two hours

I need every one of her break horse powers

give me the challenge; she's easy to devour

the best of men submitting to the greatest sin

come prepared, that's what I always do

so that I can be behind the wheel of my lovely you

you're white green and black: pure, envious, and detached

can't force-feed you much through your hatch

so I pump you full of petrol to get your heads to roll

camshafts crank out the power to the track

and I know I was told not to meet my hero

but Ferrari Modena, you score a one-zero

~Strange how little we enjoy the things we really should cherish.

Love,

Digress.

U S of A

                1

it is semaphore gore

on and off the screen

the images pour

right before we've scene

along the lines of kitsch

bloody murder winth

more feelings than fish

flash upon the city plinth

we hath not unveiled

any evidence of the lost

we'll keep our eyes pealed

for the life you tossed

                2

civil servants are wont

to seek the praise unearned

i know of one who does not tote

the laud which is deserved

tis not the learner's duty

nor the books he reads

to keep interest in study

a teacher must plant the seeds

to start a farm

land is not a contemplation

there starts the ball of yarn

and begins the fruitful gestation

                3

palpable and forsooth

living without youth

without a truth

keeps open minds at bay

so praise be to the U S of A

most know not why to war we came

some submit taxes were to blame

others say land did the trick just the same

and now we confuse freedom with fame

not knowing how like this we became

so hoping to imbue

a bit of light to you

might not leave switches down

and light bulbs with peal sounds

~Dear Kiki. dear diary. dear death. near seth.

Reverence,

Digress.

Cossonances of Disaster

bringing you to the brink of boundless energy

showing and not telling you the affects of my madness

psychosis sets sounds inside the soft tissues

grey matter dies when bodies dangle from aortic tension

lilies lost in the loving of last lines

crushing the doubts of finding sole mates

touching toes in shoes for those experiencing throes

of teenage love washed up on seas saltier than tears

rivals writhe with rife ridiculousness 

today will be the cornerstone of my disappearance 

because brotherhood is bothering the best blisters

growing up will never be so dark a closet

bleaching bodies with boldly belted baritone bouts

last screams are fornicating with the strangled dreams

conforming to the continuity conducive to connivence

conning the family that never supported the endeavour 

standing for self serving subordination

proving that playtime is the best time for planning

lingering in thoughts of living loves and loving the un-living

tomorrow will dawn and the dead will be forgotten

leaving letters leading to the living ludicrousness

ne'er impacting the world leaves me alone

depression dips deep in the drawers of destiny

and we shall see the darkness' impotence

~Where do you go when your sun has set? scales of one to ten--how uncomfortable are you with it?

I have homework for you.

Give me reading:

Love,

Digress.

Second Hand

they are times likes these that

I think of

Richard Wagner

writing Siegfried Idyll

and of

Van Gogh

quickly removing an ear

I think of John Donne

using a flea to express

himself

I think

of how I am

so compelled

by the way you breathe

when the moon has not yet 

risen 

but the sun has completely

set

and how your concealed legs

take the shape of 

a Mediterranean paradise

and the

way dessert is

so many

times more comforting when

we make it

together

and then

they are times like these

I realise 

mornings can sometimes be greeted 

with

open arms and black pupils

~Tchaikovski (Чайковский). and benadryl.

Love,

Digress

A Key Please

on the brink of time 

finding success in distance

never to admit

one steel rail stretching

from socialism to pain

establishing forever

lost inside last place

found in the vertical space

dividing today

~tomorrow forever. No Longer for i,

Love,

digress.

Hundred Proof

burnt flower petals

, severed family bow-tie

, holding stick ups

in the form of date rape drugs

; black eyes for the last life

, tear gas ducts full of

salted seas

, soiled soil with no laments

--a threnody in what we say

past times

and last lives

; shattered for the first times

and this was the fresh fallen powder

marching through april weather

--we fit inside the same sweater

stretched to strangle the 

inventor.

Broken glass

and outside my window

is the awful depiction of you

and all i see is

truth. 

i've been spending my nights

in brightless lamplight

writing the suffixes of vampires

bleeding for the starving writers

who know not their desires

but what death

inspires

.

i'll die of T.B.

and you'll live on without me

.

welcome one and all

to my co-dependency

; i break safety sun-glasses

with the poise and passion

of the rebel football team

go ahead--step to me

, i've got a scalpel

and flesh as soft as precious metal.

Staple brains shut

stable veins touch

on the matter of fact

tap into the right picket front line of

defense

it's a homeland security breech

spies are on my mail

and

everything i write

is

translated

to braille.

insufficient funds

to replace

my fun

; i drink up to one-hundred-and-fifty bullet proof

in attempt to school

and drink

to you

under

the table you 

just

can't consume

.

rap right

and you'll

never

see the

light

.

~Touch what you think about. overstand homie?

piss off,

Digress.

Driving Slowly

I am a morbid person

Most 

strangers

think

that

I of 

all

are the

most

daft

.

Little

time

do they

invest

in thoughts

of mine

for

when

I hear

them 

talk

in their

banal

tones

, I cringe

to be

not only

in their

presence

but in

their

range

of oration

is the

most

courteous

and

benign 

thing

I can

do

for them

.

Later

, I will

commiserate

loudly

to the

ever 

dying

walls

and

try with 

all my

desire

that I

evaporate

.

No

Avail

.

Ever

.

~Happy Week. Happy Hour. Happy Month. Happy Birthday.

Heart,

Digress.