One Possible Explanation for Current Insecurities

the post-world war baby
boomers
were institution dependant
back
when the American dream was more
alive
possible, visible
economies flourished
government faith was ubiquitous
it ended
with Nixon, Watergate and the
aftermath of the Vietnam War
the children of these generations
learned by proxy
Not To Trust
compounded further by
Reaganomics: a
term used to refer to the economic policies
of Ronald Reagan,
the 40th U.S. president (1981–1989),
which called for widespread tax cuts,
decreased social spending,
increased military spending
and the deregulation of domestic markets

Dystopia
was ensured in this age

Corporations are perceived as
enemies
of the working classes

what else could have been learned
but
that nothing
was what it seemed?

looking at popular media
today
our heroes
are anti-heroes
a
far-cry from the science fiction
Star Men
of the mid-fifties
infused w/ space-born super genes

with science came the disillusion
of possible fantasy

we are Now more like our natural selves
of course,
this too is probably bullshit

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Casualty

flesh
the largest sensory organ
webbed over
sponge
-meat
absorb me addictions,
dependencies
cholesterol
mineral
vitamin

suffocating in a world
of
other toxins
do this
every day
’til it kills

the water filled spacesuits
of our
skins

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La noche oscura del alma

everything is terrible
painful
obvious
disgusting
real

i fell and found
myself
mortified at this body
‘s weakness

fragility
swallowing at food and air
trembling
in meat
terrified, truly
at the possibility that
nothing
is

shadow searching shadows
for meaning

matter destroyed, reduced
and recombined
to create new compound matter
organic,
synthetic
mined from geo-chrysalis Earth

elemental life-fueled machines
ideas of self-idea

reality
is a secondary negation
of criticised perception
I am
thought animated vessel
encouraged by analogous narcissism
the
trembling
will not
abate
I have become too aware
consciousness has stopped
processing
automated motor function
i.e
breathing
manually inflating lungs
pressing against water
drowning
in dry air

organism dreaming i’m people
creating
in the void between spaces
validated
by the illuminations of other people

mannerism, language
pattern analysis
a matrix of identity
learned
from reflections of
exterior knowns

“all that we see or seem
is but a dream
within
a dream.” Poe
there are evidences in literary
apocrypha
that these are not anomalous
considerations
but
pre-realized designs

as though knowledge purposes
the animate workings
of beings
exhaled, and inspired
by the curious seeking answers
epiphany
ego convinces self of origin

all that is
exists
because it is observed,
shared data
space and time are constructs
of biological
sensory limitations

the true, actual now
is impossible to perceive
as it actually is
microscopic
atomic
energy floating in infinite waves
experiencing numberless selves
all
One

We
obliterated, reimagined
phantoms
exchanging pieces of phantom

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Self-Possessed

verbose, smokes profusely
loud, opinionated
an odd duck
desperate to fit in
or for the illusion of
popularity
enjoys being thought of
is crass in his depictions of women
speaks openly about
his mistreatment of others
quick to argue
is angered easily

a charismatic thief
betrayed my companionship
helped himself to my things
to persons
in whom i had a long-established
trust
he deceived in my name
tread on my honor
with callow accountability
still
i felt somehow
obligated
to him

though i had lost
all i had sought to replace
and with time
i had

he came around again
i couldn’t refuse
like a manic-depressive
addicted
to the solitary destruction
that consumes as a shadow
yet soothes
like the deep sleep
desired
by the
exhausted

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he, and she are still ‘he, and she,’ separately

what is it
then?
urged by the divide
to glow more brilliantly
to burn
with all of the promised
passions
for revenge
or to prove
a
validation?

you are always
a
young,
child
even the old know
in their age
time wears only the flesh
never the soul
spirit
is boundless
the naive
will not know this

chronology
does not experience give
age
and
maturity
are not synonymous

fragile
culpable
delicate thing

to be eaten now by those
that grind monstrous axes
in shadowy
sanctums
or who themselves are fed upon by
evils
you’d not desire to
describe
is
a
very real possibility

discovery
is
a destruction
and a surrendering of self
of safety
for
an unknown

i wish you well

 

PS. For two friends of mine
who
are operating now
on individual efficiency paradigms

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upon the polypi of millennia

skin-wearied flutes
sing
of their prison’s of light
in the chanting hall
in unison
each their own
melodious
pain

an orchestra
breathing
pollution
from cold machines
they caterpillar together
each
a single segment
of one monstrous beast
without
form

hurry together
hurry to eachother
through the city of stone
and shadow
dream
an electrical
dream

dressed in plastic
glowing monitors
a cinemal fantasy
zombie
collective
each
a segment
single contribution
of one
terrible unstoppable
human
disease

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greenthumb

she gave me a
plant
to keep me company,
to keep us healthy
i applied the ol’ green
thumb
used to be able to just
stare
at a plant
an’ it wld grow
but
lately i have been full
of dead
things
i tried
and failed
despite
acknowledging
my
ugliness

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