Okay, I am thirty-three minutes late.
And, I am Hindu.

But that won't stop me from saying:
Merry Christmas!
Let there be Peace and Love on planet Earth.

because I am engineered from a blueprint.
because I am born irreplaceable.
because I am.

 
I can see only through the fovea, only inspiration, only love.
Only strength,
to compensate for the scared shitless life you left behind.
We are in power this time, 
we are selfless,
we are brilliant.

"I' ll go for a ride on your jelly roll/
But I won't give you nothin' from my soul" -Anonymous

 
Learn to mimic
a parasitic
creature,
from the inside-out.

For justice is no longer reason in action,
but treason in reaction
to the injustice embedded within every constitution's doubt.

From the beginning of time and God itself,
you have doubted my power
for one reason alone-
I have doubted myself.

But we are all of Machiavellian blood,
filthy, ruthless, resistant in nature
to be put on any one's shelf.

Showcase me, my people, my heart,
and I will show you a case of tyranny,
Showcase you, your kingdom, your mouth,
And you will show off the grace you have given me.

I do not accept your grace.
I do not accept your authority.
I am only here to face
what is but ahead of me.



Yes, social doubt works to my benefit
for Hobbes claimed only the fittest survive,
and your empowerment is what I have learned to mimic
(in this dynamic)
social revolution that has kept me alive.

Break the eagle's wings, if you must,
and eat the insides- it is your right;
 for I am but a prey for you to hunt,
 for I am but a prey learning to fight.

-ck

"The sacred lowe of well-placed love,
Luxuriously indulge it;
But never tempt th' illicit rove
Tho' naething should divulge it;
I waive the quantum of the sin
The hazard of concealing;
But, och! it hardens a' within,
And petrifies the feeling." 




'What we had of sex was limited; 
what we had of love seems, 
in my recollection, 
to have been illimitable.'

and i held that goddamned diploma in my hands
like it was made of gold,
imprinted on paper.
paper that stood there
in that frame
when the building collapsed
and the children cried
and i fled
and the children cried
i fled
to find myself
once again
selfish
once again
lost
once again
failing
and falling
into the arms of solid gold,
rusted metal,
i had called my own.

i could grow my hair long
and cut my thoughts short

maybe this is where i belong
maybe i'll make this poem short.

i could make my skin glow
and deny your lively growth

maybe we all blow
lies under oath.

But we all looked so happy
without a mirror.

And it felt so sad
when I got nearer,

So I could hold you like my darling
and maybe you will put me on a pedestal,

but tomorrow you will be snarling-
passion makes me think in a  circle.



stop, come, go
to sleep

dream, run, love
me deep.




deeper,
so I don't have to speak.

Here's to the political psycho
who was once too afraid to open his mouth.

Here's to that greedy bastard
and the lies he would tell down south.



He would stir up the crowd with talks of controversy
and we would stir it back down with whips and chains,
He would talk real loud-these words of blasphemy,
and we would shut him up with guns and-


and, stains.
Dammit, he left stains
of blood.




And so we thought:
What was there ever to gain?
Could we have forever hidden others' pain?

All this time, we were the ones to blame:
yes, we were insane.



There's a face to that damn politician,
a face I now recognize very well 


because his platform
was a new form,
of democracy: equality.





You changed life Mr. Politik,
and I am sorry your passion has bid you farewell,

I need you now and again, Mr. Politik,
because our logic has created hell.
                                                       -ck


(painting by aaron douglas)

Time
Spaces


Time, there's always time.
On your mind.

Time, there's never time.
am i on your mind-

im never on your mind
im always on your- do you mind?

if we replace time
we can replace time
with change.

i want to see a change in life.

and ill be damn fine
ill be damn well fine

with all this time.

he is not.
imagine.

in your pornographic mind.
the significance of time.
and the chance
of romance

a trance.

get in . get in.
those pants
for youve already said.

yes

                  damn your imagination.
                  damn your desire
                  of ashes from fire.
                  damn your blunt face that couldnt erase the memories
                  and persuade me

to be

farther.

like a game of intentions
that lost its intent
you cant rent
me
so dont think i spent.

the time thinking about you.
although i did
and damn
you have too.
                     youre my best friend
                    but youll never hear it again
because opposite
could fit
but will never belong.