My Humble Creative Writing: Poetry

My Writing Process

What is whisper Worthy?

What is whisper worthy?

Now zero in, Whisper worthy is the itch in the back of your mind

Under the dome and up the spine

From your own eyes the revelation will be televised

 But, this thought, may not be worth the prize so,

It is whisper worthy.

When it appears I insist, crush one’s own skull between two fists

Throw out the fragments and replace it with lies, lie lie lie,

Let the sermon of the false man fly,

To the truest body, promote lack of clarity worldwide,

Because every slave needs charity,

 That’s why

If they are not ready! 

It is whisper worthy

Human solution to disrespect,

When unaware of the political correct

Tone it down and make surround sound,

 Buried in the ground sound

Shout YES, YOU ARE PERFECT!

Pile on positive adjectives verbs and nouns

It is after all, quite whisper worthy

Blink fast, hide those whites, your farce is screening

Because when you’re transparent, your thoughts are bleeding

What one says to another, one says, to another,

And the witness of that bleeding may never recover

A person is two parts human and one part offended

When honest blood is not what’s intended

Hold it in and remember it is whisper worthy.

But we are human, and thus, masters of this worthiness

Telling you such a thing is like teaching a dog to piss

(Whisper)

“That was stupid of you, you’re too much “that” to much “this.”

“I can do better than you, that was boring that was shit”

“Talk no longer your time is done”

(Talk)

Then you’ll Bravo! clap!  And my confidence will have won!

Mannequins Of What Serenity?

Diving down to save a mannequin is equivalent to my life

It is a normal serene unhappiness

But one of mystery as well

Though I dive I wonder constantly whether the mannequin is beautiful or not.

Picture this, white eddies crashing upon a griming oil figure adrift

It neither rusts nor rots

  Only added to like capitalist art

More of this, more piss

In drainpipes the size of entire oceans.

Dive in I must

With the reach of a clams mouth I consume and save what from the standpoint of a queer crab’s legs looks to be my own ugly demise

Is it demise?

The guess of all is my own

Mannequins I can’t bring you up

Mannequins I can’t dress you in anything

Mannequins what you are contributes what?

Your brain would pulse at the rate of a Jellyfish’s pacer if we switched roles.

But I am beached, and so I dive.

Shake the Cup

Hey kid hey kid I’m try’na do right

Just stop for a moment all right?

You looked at me for a moment with a peculiar intent

As if I was a human in distress, really needing a cent

I don’t mean to offend I’m not sure what you intend

But this shaking cup here’s for intentions to lend (gesture with cup)

You don’t look through people. Are you a college student?

Oh then I’m sure you’re involved in some small world improvement?

 Do you recycle?  Were you in that humanitarian movement?

Well bless your soul! Do you know what your moves meant?

You put meat in a stomach of stone.

You connected my veins to your own

You bound bone to marrow

And the next day and the next day and the next… Gave up and shook your own cup. 

Ahhh! You know what I mean?

Then you know it’s the truth!

We all put ourselves first,

we are selfish in youth

 I understand your hesitation,

after all it’s no crime

So Being the one at your mercy,

You may accept or decline

And If it’s the ladder

I’ll most likely be fine

For I always have god

To straighten my spine

 Thank god for the churches with means to revive

Their charity always does water the eyes

Thank god for the job when strangers arrive

For I take their fives and go straight to their thighs

Oh Thank god for the god who put his trust in the five!

Hell for that I can probably get 10 apple pies.

And finally to end my spontaneous prayer

 Thank god for the shit from my thighs

That falls by the wayside and claims land for the flies.

Because to those flies that’s holy shit, is a blessing

See these are the feelings I’ve long been repressing

It’s funny, that’s about what my education gave me

Repression and shit

In my day not so far back you see

It was me and my friends, my friends and I, it was we

In the struggle for one of those divine warm degrees

We found our degrees to low; they only led us to freeze

Now, the clarity of that insanity is so apparent to me

Reflecting on that process while I shiver and sneeze

Every room was a box with windows and locks which stocked the lots of us to rot

Like farmers on crops we rose up like stocks by rocks or spots infertile pray not

And our masses then flocked to Biggies and Pacs with glocks to mock what’s new and what’s hot

With mind adrenaline shots we energize thoughts of cops and clocks being told they should stop

But they didn't!

So we just kicked up dust until we bit it.

But I don’t have time to digress

 I need to digest

So my emotional state here must wear a bullet proof vest

Now do you see where I invest this fatigue?

It’s here in my breast

Under two thousand leagues

So how do other people see so clearly through me?

( to the world)I’m right here look at me

Mom Dad I’m a bum

I need dead green people

Not these cheap metal ones

Oh please tell me you have a bible sized wallet and the heart of a nun

I’m a sinner but in winter even sinners need funds

We need funds in the summer too, we sinners shiver in sun.

Give me ten give me five give me two give me one.

Give my broke ass a burger

For I must tell you if you refuse me it’s murder

Because the profession is shaking, and I do shake it my best

But sometimes I wonder…

If I didn't shake this at all, would I ingest less stress?

(man walks away)

What did I major in poetry for anyway… (Holds up a “need money for Week sign)

Soap

As I emerge from my stall post a well relieved flush

I notice my colleague in a rather swift rush.

He left the men’s room in somewhat of a hush

Then I realized his hands, were never washed of their mush

Now I may be a stickler for a practice ignored

But it bothered me later when he shook hands with the board

When his hands met those of that executive hoard

My respect for him fell, my disgust for him soared

What kind of man in this world is allowed to advance?

By spreading his filth from London to France?

The ladder to success looked clean at first glance

But if this will continue, I must now take a stance

“Excuse me sir you seem quite the flirt”

“Do these ladies here know you’re hands covered in dirt?”

“I saw you in the bathroom that was rather covert”

“You go about your business, then the sink you avert”

And my colleague turns to me and says

“I’ve seen you in the office about four or five times”

“And you always speak in these ridiculous rhymes”

“But I’ll humor you see, I’ll drop a few lines”

“Because the fact is my hands, are of the divine”

“I was doing my business but that business was calls”

 “There’s spectacular service only found in those stalls”

“But if you will dwell on dirty I’ve got something to appall”

“Your own five second washing, used no soap at all.”

The Worst Crime

They can sin like men and go to hell like men

But Satan doesn’t want them, he isn’t accustomed to them

Post rigor mortis, ragged bodies limp right up to his door,

They can’t implore

Or even remember their names

Shoot a family for candy

The only thing in their brains

And if you were quiet

You could hear Satan complain

“You send me boys not men look these bodies are small!”

“How did this many youth commit the worst crimes of all?

And at that point the man on the cloud pointed into the abyss and said

“That one beheaded a family with nothing but tears in their eyes”

“That one torched a village ignoring the screams and the cries”

“Well what did this one do, he’s actually full grown.”

“He raised babies from birth to kill like missiles and drones”

Babies from birth killing like Missiles and drones

Gun slinging monsters with no choice of their own

Only be taught to be gun slinging clones

When kids carried Machine guns before they threw stones

Before they could walk

They were stolen from home

They weren’t fed from a bottle

They fed lead to their own

And after 11 years of fighting

Those remaining had grown

Age 17

Unskilled

All alone.

“War Criminal? What that?”  They say

“Cans you eat it? Or does you shoot it?”

The Human Anthem

It’s completely unacceptable to not find time that’s preferable for good and true and just authentic work

We as humans are susceptible to influences preferable to live life on the beach no shoes or shirt

We see the end and beginning, the start and the winning, and all the ones we never meant to hurt

And for its merciless spinning, the world must be grinning, that equator on the globes like a smirk

Yes we don’t have careers, yes we lack firm ambitious thrust call us peons call us peons if you absolutely must

But if we Peons had eons to decide for what we lust, then I promise you I’d climb a corporate ladder till it rusts