SNIFF IT OUT

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I chose to SKIP the subsequent formal Ed

The solutions in my head world-fed, all green and red, with enough time forsaking being led

I would strike it rich

Just like Jed…

 

Clampette

Damp, wet

That’s what my findings turned out to be

I wasn’t free

To be me

To sip poisonous sap from the roots of the Tree of Life unknowingly

That was the point of me

The Hippie

No one born capable of jipping me

For I gave it all away for free, you see

 

I gave of me

Scott-free

“You want it, I got it.”

“You need me, here I am.”

“F**k me over once, shame on me; f**k me over twice, shame on me.”

Innocence?

No; I had my own kind of dark luminescence

There was a presence beneath

Within the sheath of my skin

Still, I gave of my own free will

And came to know the bitter swill that is the pill of realization

 

Rise to my true station?

What is this station?

Is it above any particular nation?

Defended by capability in the vein of Perry Mason?

Before a judge without Its face on?

You see, with its face on

It would SEE me

The seed in me that wars against me

Eternally

Vigilantly

Easily

With measly intentions that I can’t help but support

I never could win, against me

 

Victim?

No; I’m not that arrogant

There are tyrants and sycophants that proclaim the truth of their marching rants

Like ants down the pants on a trail of sticky-sweet Sustenance

They’re here for the world to behold

Except, there they are

Within

Kicking us inside-out psychically

Forcing our mouths closed against the truth of self

A hopeless battle that sets the bones of my skull a-rattle

A thing of mind in a gulag of stubborn bone

 

So, every day

I confound myself into doing it all again

Trust

Lust

Love

Hug

See

Be Free

Try not to be shy of the stares and smiles within a sty-world beneath an uncaring sky, fallen to the preening of intelligent primates gone awry

Why?

 

Alright

Each day, I admit I strike it wealthy

After all, I’m healthy, mentally stealthy

The levees of me hold fast to the moorings of ID

That must mean something

Perfect?

What a word

A thing for the bird that picks at the grand ambition of humanity

A rotting carcass of mixed truth and lies

Look to the skies

And be ye wise

 

THIS IS YOUR SITUATION AS WELL

Smile

Because now you know

Now you see

That we are all One in our self-fulfilling prophecy.

Reviews

[Rob Luciano]

Jeeezus dude.

I had to read it twice in rapid succession. I didn't know you could get this raw and this honest bro. I love the whimsical stance you took on this deep introspection of what has been in the time you've been given use of reason. As it should be! Many poets; (myself included) take themselves entirely to seriously and make everything dark and what-not. Life, or at least many facets of it are indeed dark and depressive but that doesn't mean that does not take away one's right to laugh in its face.

I love the subject matter you explored, and the delivery was on-point (evoca). You need to teach me a thing or two in terms of delivery man. You talk about some of my pieces making you jealous? Well this is it for me right here....I'm somewhat jealous right now bro. No bullshit.

You've finally found yourself as a poet. This is it right here bro. You are one prolific mothaf***a. I'll probrably be reading it again sometime soon. I have it bookmarked. Anyway, congratulations.

[Mark]

Dude, I'm smelling it. Throw it down like that.