Thirty

Everything is always something, god is always judging,

I'm starting to lose, the game, freedom,

I'm about, to be pushed out of the box,

My greed, my need to fuck,

Will it be enough,

Maybe, I'm ready,

To risk everything.

Ghosts

There's an ocean of reasons, for everything you can think of, each person, a universe, their character, their visible appearance, just tendrils, from something much deeper, love, get to know them, how deep will you go, how much will they allow, you know, I used to rule the world, I'm aiming to be a general, stand by my side, be a queen, baby, you’re so beautiful, so much potential, I want to be there with you, flow down the river,

Place your bets, Israel is going to win, Ukraine is going to lose, such is fate, the world, that we desire, that we wish to live in, falls along these ley lines,

The decision to participate in the lottery, has long past me by, its over a billion now,

I expect to get rich either way, in the next life, maybe I'll participate once more, maybe I'll win a planet,

What do you do when a ghost haunts you, you appeal to it, attempt to purify it, to ask for its forgiveness, that’s your karma, your failure, are you a changed man, woman, child, have you grown, would you forgive yourself, complete this karma, its feelings linger, satisfy them.

How many seeds, how many Earths, have what I've been calling, a fate decided by the heavens, just been, a random selection, of characters, of truths, of plot points, how much of what we're doing, is right, has my perspective, of god, this world, this reflection, a dirty truth, has it, just been a skewed view, of the truth, is the universe infinite, and a part of us belongs here, in this dirty, dirty place,

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What’s dirtier than a politician, twisting the truth, how dirty is a reporter, giving in to demand, not creative enough to be a poet, so you write what you see, twist it, for a little money, a part of you, wants to speak your truth, what you believe in, but you’re just a cog in the machine, in the depths of hell, deep in the matrix, do you want the red pill, Joe Biden or Morpheus, two trans girls, rebellion, and a flowing river,

A red balloon, the machine, climate change, the Earth, did we fail her?

Just Poetry

Let’s relax, forget all about it, ignore the churning, the earthquakes, and the floods,

Let’s just play Runescape, slay ghosts, maybe it will be enough,

Everyone, in their own little world, their little business, their small loves, succulent pussy, a baby, can a dove save us,

Probably not, I’d rather call Maitreya,

Allow her, to reveal the truth,

Complete this karma,

I work for the devil,

Will they ever let us out?

I'm told there will be a migration,

The wheel slowly turning,

Go North, climb a mountain,

Will you even make it that far?

Everything is a question,

Everything is a test,

Who you are is apparent,

Are you just chicken breast?

KFC, and a French baguette,

I’m just a poet, I wonder if I’ll lose my bet,

I dared claim many things, and I’ve published them,

Claimed an ISBN number, I’m thinking of taxes,

I wonder, the ripples, the magma, the pulsing blood,

I wonder, will we be allowed to ignore it?

Its October, the fall, and I smell a fuck,

I’m getting a little horny, all this meat, is starting to look lovely, the wonderful smell, of babies,

A wolf howling, the moonlight, I feel, the veil fading,

Magic was thrown in the air,

There’s so many spells,

Did I play fair?

La Llorona, a fruit, a cherry,

Life goes on, go to university,

The ride goes up and down,

My cock in your wet pussy,

Digging, digging, and digging,

My back is bloody, I’m dreaming of a red witch,

Elizabeth Olsen, wet lips, and hierarchy,

There’s an order to hell, it’s a long journey

The world, the truth, and reality,

I’m finishing on your stomach,

I bet, you were hoping for a baby,

A life, a piece of pie, the blue, blue sky,

I’m experienced, but I have a feeling,

Some of you don’t know it,

Close your eyes, I’ve snuffed out the sun,

I’m just a wizard on a tower, what’s with all the jokes, about Afghanistan,

My karma echoing out,

Heaven and a harem,

Approach me, and realize it,

I have something you need,

Little ghost, take my seed,

Be free, be satisfied,

My cum dripping on your tits,

A wet kiss on the lips,

I smell freedom,

There’s so much one can do with words,

Rules, law, and hierarchy, but you know what,

I feel as if I can do anything,

I have a feeling, that these words have consequences,

But I’m a poor, dirty, poet,

These delicate flower petals unfurling,

The universe, and the Smashing Pumpkins,

Damn man, will they take my life?

I don’t think I can escape the delusion,

Elizabeth Olsen, please be my wife.