WINNING OR LOSING’S THE SAME

Always hear it’s how you play that counts.

We gave up our rights a long time ago,

So no wrongs, no rights

Only moments in time matter,

Impermanency, guts and bones,

Blissfully my pains survive

Explain away foul overcast weather

Umbrella soaked through,

Ignore gathering storm clouds

All about who you know

Who you think you know

But each day you know less

Care less everyday, careless.

Someone cares, someone

Somewhere someone cares,

Wonder why

People care about being right and winning.

Refuse to see they’re wrong.

Always someone else’s fault

Deny it all!

Losing is someone else duty,

Whoever’s there is here to win,

Can’t see their namesake beyond the cloud.

God says, “Pray to me, I’ll pass your name through humanity.

Fool’s gold, can’t win, can’t lose …

So finite down to here we stand today

Adverse time flits around in my mind

Believe we see eye to eye

Fame and fortune, silver platters,

Invest in harvesting DNA

Imagine they’re alive

In our planet’s new dawn,

Part of a stronger race will survive and thrive.

No one knows.

Words touch, we make momentary contact.

You feel you know me but I’ve never met you before.

I feel it in my bones.

Earth embraces spirit.

No one survives.

Say, betray, survey,

Afraid to eat tempeh  

They say it’s good but soy is one of the worst MSG offenders

I avoid.

Time promenades, afraid of no one,

Time has no demise

To pay the price

We march alongside her

Prisoners unwilling to be free

Sing in her flow, sting in her flow, glow in her flow

My body aches as time marches through me

Love courses through my veins

Bane of dreams, misted breaths,

Hurts hold on,

Sustain in sequestered drawers in our mind

Pull out to analyze sometimes,

Sometimes leave the drawer closed

Closed like a needle thrust deep into muscle,

Drawers exist to open

Opening and closing seasons,

Allergic to time, sounds flit around in my mind

Time is repugnant

Sensations stud me, prod and goad me

Like I’m a goat in a herd

Thank God someone gives meaning to hate

Preach love pounds pavement,  

Only love can save us

Follow like Roman slaves clawing to get in our graves
Oh Green, Green Rhapsody - I pray for phosphorescent mystery

Rainbow Fantasy

I live in an age where when I go to CVS and ask the sales person for Mercurochrome he has no idea what I’m talking about. Live in an age where most people under 25 have never heard of Marilyn Monroe. Some few saw the recent production of movies and T-shirts shown all over the fashion industry. I bought a Marilyn shirt at Macy’s. Probably people who grew up during her time saw the movies about Marilyn’s life.

They had to kill Marilyn. True she’d been passed down through the Kennedys and I recall how she sang, Happy Birthday Mr. President with that Eartha Kitt sexy breathy voice, a husky tinge promising more to come.

People don’t know who Janis and Jimi are either, don’t see why they should give a damn about them. It’s more about who you are today in light given years. You see what I mean. - O’lay!

Living in an age where stars are criminals and the more props you gain from your evil deeds the more famous you become.

No one cares about a starlit gaze, a maze of illustrious dreams; everyone thinks things so easy now-a-days. Com’on and get happy, throw all your cares away.

Get on a reality TV show to show your bad, show your stupid fat ass fad and that and 2 cents makes you famous.

Now-a-days they don’t make stars or Mercurochrome anymore. None of the real stuff can be found. A few stars pass by unnoticed and unnamed and no one can see what you see even when you explain it to them using a light show. No one knows anymore. We just imagine a new world we can make unable to see the waste of talents over years. No one knows anything anymore…

Used to be a time when people knew, a time when we knew what we could do and would join together to make things better.

All the fizz is out of the jizzmo.

No one’s going anyplace anymore. All out of that brand? I can’t understand why it hurts so much.

Know I’ve got to go where I can show I understand the flow of the naked glow - no one understands what I say. Is it because I live in a different realm and can’t be in this one?

The universe doesn’t exist or my mind resides on a faraway star, a space in a hidden universe.

I never conquered the space between the roses. The thorns bite to the quick when you try to pick one, a delicious hurt I want more of.  I savor the taste of blood as it rolls down my fingertips, a tribute to Eleanor, I suck my bloody finger, relish my taste when I'm too lazy to use the Astrogel. I slide my finger inside for more wetness. I lick my finger. It tastes so good, enjoy the scent and put my finger back on the buzzer.

Is this what they mean when they say you have 9 lives, do they mean that the universe I die in is different from the womb that birthed me.

What exactly changed that the fare went from a dime to two fifty in the timespan of half of a century or that the planet is hotter than before like summer days where they urge you to stay inside for your own good or you may explode inside the time it takes to walk outside to go where you decide to go.

Are people still the same or are they different? You have to shock people, force their eyes wide open, make them feel something and if you can’t do that in the span of a second then you’re second place, you’ll never be first.

If you have to ask the question you’ll never understand the answer no matter how many times it’s explained to you. You have to know, if you don’t know it’s like being dead, walking in a dense cloud of obnoxious smoke. Create a new trend, dubious dreams seem delirious. Next night I was there when it happened yet never witnessed the change.

The gap between space and time closes.



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*Author's note

*I actually do know that Mercurochrome is outlawed because of the mercury because when I had this experience of going to a drugstore and not finding it on shelves and no one knowing what it is anymore, I looked up why and learned. 

Thanks to Thomas Hubbard to corrected my spelling of Jimi.

BODY OF EVIDENCE

Just because I’m paranoid doesn’t mean my fears aren’t real

Fears speak in foreign languages in dark places of my soul

They confide in me tell me where I’ve been and where I’ll go

Beyond my comprehension

Cognizance jells constancy with perceptions and prehension.

In the starry night the sun set forth with glee

Misconceived, under the impression
the sun was there to see

Seen only in one’s heart enjoying ministrations of beauty

Duped by impulsivity trying to capture eternity

Existence of time proceeds, a moment, a year, a decade,
years pass and we’re still here.

Pass like a train in the night.

Several generations away nothing’s left but the mist.

Everything in its time, beginning and end,
true love bereft by death. 

Games played to be won - there are no rules to make the world spin

Dancing in delight in the wan moonlight waiting for a generation of change

to make its way into the light

Beside me stand Jimi, Janis, Billie, Bob Marley, and John F. Kennedy before they were born

We can’t find the light to see the way out of a bad dream a nightmare in reality

Relativity exists the nightmare is as real as the window I gaze through at midnight

Looking for a light a sign that everything’s going to be alright

What is true is a lie

Searching for truth

Secrets overwhelm us

Secrets lie hidden beneath the earth still warm with the regrets of my piss

I have no more left inside that was a lie I scream as my entrails are pulled out

Steam engine losing control seamlessly riding the track

Meant for dancing then changing course before making that last turn

One turn after another wondering what choices were right

What else should we have done? Did we leave any any secret unturned?

Needing release was it left ignored to rot to die with our bodies

An epiphany of infinity a chronological weighing of events adds up to peanuts

Imminence of ends finds not one of us survive forever acceptance of the next rain

Contrives a storm a demise of quintessential gains in a new sunrise

Bluetry by DubbleX and Violet

Days vanish in the world pool of time, grabbing a few moments before the tsunami of tomorrow washes away memories in a violent abrupt reality and leaves us clinging to a branch of yesterday

Pulled out to sea to swim in a thousand tomorrows to be drowned in the whirlpool of today.

Proletarians keep staring, wondering what happens to their millions 

Society did not make me crazy but it certainly isn’t good for my sanity

Joy forces circles into squares, it works for her

Sometimes life is forcing circles into squares

You rescue me

You are my EMS my NYPD, my NYFD, my doctor, my nurse

You care for me when at my worst

You quench my love thirst

I get so fucking tired of talking to machines

I say stuff and machines don’t know what I mean

I get so vexed I start to scream

I push cell buttons

I press 0 for the operator but only the machine talks to me

They program it so that it has a slightly husky partly raspy computer voice

They even have a machine that talks in a black voice

I am gonna die, you’re gonna die too but before we all leave, 
this whole world’s gonna know 
that we came thru, that I am who I am and do what I do

You do what you do, what do you do,

you let the world know that Dubblex and Violet came through

the only people that drown are the ones that panic,

I wanta chill gotta try to do or die

maybe one day man won't die

maybe one  day people will no longer cry

maybe one day will come

When color is nothing more then a rainbow in the sun

Life is one drop of bittersweet wine. Don’t whine about spilled wine 
drops off the lips of time-spilled fine wine.

The drop runs off the table and stains the rug, splash, a new design

Is this life span in time before your drop-splashed life

Love as long as this dash between birth and death last

These atoms represent me

They are nameless; they are contained in me

My atoms go deep to my soul energy

Everything we see is vibrating energy

These atoms are labeled me walking upside down in my spiritual anatomy