I was wrong.

I used to believe

Constellations were a vain creation

A whimsical attempt to extract meaning

From the presence of light

To find method in an abyss of darkness

However

Now I understand

Their enticement

Elaborate distractions

Offering ubiquitous fantasies

Countless dreams enslaved to our sky

That transcend my dull existence

Providing hope

Of beauty in this life

A naïve comfort

Awaiting desolate entities

Despite their unobtainable distance

My eyes wander

In search of a drowned radiance

To indulge in their merciful diversion

From my own reality

As I gaze upon stars

Far away from this planet

Far away from me.

My sperm fed lover

Has a special need

To drink deep from my penis

Satiated by my seed

My sperm fed lover

Takes communion every day

Drinking from my special chalice

In her special way

My sperm fed lover

Uses me as her sperm bull

It takes her many servings

Before she's finally full

My sperm fed lover

She's addicted to her diet

Singing praises to her neighbors

That every woman should try it

My sperm-filled lover

She loves me more each day

Because I feed her very soul

The truth, light, and the way

My sperm-filled lover

Attends "The Church of Seed"

Where she is fed and satisfied

Which fulfills her every need

My sperm-fed lover

In case you haven't heard

Has spread her good news everywhere

It's now spread across the world

Parishioner from around the globe

Are flocking together to feed

Learning to love one another

Feasting on male seed

A religion of love and service

Where war and hunger cease

Keeping bellies full and happy

Will create a world at peace

(c) 2017

In memory of all those who have fallen for what they believe in.

Eighteen.

You were eighteen when you finally touched the sun and danced among the stars.

Memory shining brighter than any gaseous sphere,

Eighteen and you became a martyr.

In this town, all war is holy,

Double edged Jihad fought by double edged sword,

Because when you rob a child of a chance to live,

You take away that which is sacred.

Eighteen,

Your American friends were "finding themselves" in European bars and hostels,

Driving fast cars and living faster lives,

Alternate realities coexisting in the same dimension.

Eighteen,

You found yourself in between struggle and structure,

A boy thrust into the metamorphosis of man.

Eighteen and you became a butterfly,

Still dangling from your premature cocoon,

Eighteen.

They say those that shine brightest burn out the fastest.

They say,

They say.

Eighteen and the only women you had time to love were your mama and your Motherland.

You,

You learned about true sacrifice,

A far cry from those that cry over spilled milk and FOMO,

You've looked Death in the eye and given Her the middle finger.

She took you in return.

Forever eighteen.

Golden Dreams

Frivolous Greed

Transparent as your crystal wishes

Opaque intentions

Empires of lies

A storm of jewels

A storm of gems

And you my darling

You are the eye of the storm

It is not but a combination of chemicals, reactions and interactions.

but no chemicals have done so much damage. 

no acid or toxic gas compares to the damage inflicted by hatred,

no chemical burn damages as much as the scarring of hatred. 

Hatred is a drug. Invoking pleasure in the user,

but permanently damaging them. 

Clouding their senses and judgement, 

and inflicting pain on those unfortunate to stumble into it's path. 

Hatred is an abyss of blackness, consuming whatever enters it.

Any spark of kindness is engulfed by the void of hatred,

only taken as an excuse for more hatred, more rancor.

Bitter is the taste of kindness in the pallet of hate. 

We see it as a nusiance,

a simple mosquito buzzing quietly in the night. 

But we can't see into the mosquito. 

We can't assume that the mosquito is harmless, 

because we won't find out that that mosquito was carrying malaria until it is too late. 

Tremendously basic

A forgotten name

A forgotten face

I am nothing but a silhouette

Caught in the shadow of stars

Nonexistent

Alone

I wait to be remembered

Wandering aimlessly

Hoping to make an impact

Watching from the sidelines

My legacy is forgotten

As I plunge into the unknown

And hope that this is my oppurtunity

To be more than a silhouette

I am falling, 

through the complexeties and subtleties of society's constuctions,

that infinite cobweb of imagination, 

they become a blur, compounded in thousands of intricate droplets of emotion,  

presenting their individual spark of conciousness before fading away in a blur of light. 

I glimpse each one only for a fraction of a second, 

those tiny sparkles of life, never to be seen again.

Lost in the abyss of life,

billions passing fading out of existence.

And I am still falling, towards an infinite destiny.

I am falling. 

Bathed in the iridescent glow

Cherished blindly

Flaunting its exquisite exterior

Brewing in the shadows 

Awaits the true masterpiece

Withdrawing its exquisite interior

We search without looking

We find without knowing

Do not open your eyes to beauty

Open your soul

Emerge from the shadows

Show how exquisite you are

And watch the demise of Saturn

As its superficial empire collapses

With the change in time still ticking away, as yet another sunset goes under the horizon.

To where across the world, a new day has begun, 

here I lay as night befalls us in a world filled with but darkness, 

we can only look to the stars to see the twinkles and happiness it brings to our souls 

as we slumber away conserving energy for as a sun rises the next day, so shall we.

We shall rise, as the moon slumbers, 

Rise, as the sun wakes,

As the stars are blocked from our view,

We Will rise.

Rise to live out our lives,

We will rise,

Rise, just as the people before us,

We will rise,

And we have.