Amer'kin People

Amer'kin People
Amer'kin People
Amer'kin People
Amer'kin People
Amer'kin People
over and over again
baaaa baaaa

and more cell phones
computers
money
prestige
video games
shitty food
bigots
brainwashing
money money
inequality
cars
oil
dirty family secrets
hookers
lying
trash
waste
licking chocolate jesus
entitlement
fear
child hypnotism
christianity
loopholes
Palin Bailin
burning bush
empty words
poli'ticks

Amer'kin People
Amer'kin People
Amer'kin People

just don't vote and then all this can remain forever

and we can love being Amer'kin
and watch all the government jaws
bite us and suck the juice
pulling children apart
taking money for their whores
cracked smile
and the dream


waste


-Lahmadaj

i say

so many boring things

i have nothing to say

-Lahmadaj

skin so smooth

soft light
a smile running

love you

feel the glowing
push back

listen to the breathing
a taste infinite

to touch lips

-Lahmadaj

Bing

the Microsoft way to never find the information you're actually looking for whilst wondering around a maze of useless cross-references and perpetual linking.  But the advertisements are never difficult to find.

please Microsoft, what else is next to eat up my time, win 3.1 is long gone

-Lahmadaj

what is the what

warehouse shaking
includes the brain false
breaking the torrent
into mist of solid
elate the breath
the ground does shake its body
all times is the time
if you'll hear the music
it can taste
touch the tentacled rain

the lord sayeth rejoiceth

-Lahmadaj

Phelps People from Topeka

I almost began this {deleted}, then realized the {deleted}.

are these fundamentalist {deleted} going bonk bonk

probably already have, considering

{deleted} use the word hate in {deleted}'s stupid posters

{deleted} self righteously stand around acting angry and offended by the society around {deleted}

one {deleted} have helped to create

{deleted} think {deleted}'s religion is truth

{deleted} use the word hate, but have {deleted} ever read anything from the bible

anything '{deleted}'s god' had to 'say'

pretty sure if the Big Cheese Jeese was walking around

{deleted} would be slapped down and then given a flower; would that open {deleted}'s eyes

what if this supposed 'god' hates fundamentalist {deleted}, not fags as {deleted} have exclaimed

aren't {deleted} forgetting one important thing: there is no god to hate or love-there is no magical man in the sky-it's all in {deleted}'s mind-all {deleted}'s fear and hate will be with {deleted} in {deleted}'s dying time-it will stay close and take {deleted}'s energy quickly-{deleted} will cling and cling-and {deleted}'s hate will win-{deleted} will be alone with all the ghoulish froth inside of {deleted}

and if {deleted} found out Jeebus did 'hate'

then {deleted} would quickly see that he 'hates' {deleted}

{deleted} and {deleted}'s blinded impotent unconvincing biased views and {DELETED}'s hatred

I hope it eats {deleted}'s heart and digs deep inside {deleted}'s pit

turns {deleted} into mush

until {deleted} disintegrate into the ground like a wet slime mold meeting its expiration

-Lahmadaj

Glenn's a dick

never really listen to this guy
when i do all i can think is: limp slimy dick with the most noticeable characteristic being the cluster of genital warts pulsating from its craggled tip

he reminds me of those uptight kids in gym class that wanted to be friends with the 'cooler' stronger dudes, but were too egomaniacal to make it work. Maniacs about their lame ideas and uninspired false gusto

he yells out loud and acts like a bad math teacher trying to drive home the importance of protracting to the ears of booger pickers and pubescent rages

he gets so 'intense' but merely sounds like a bitch: screechy little boy complaining about his lunch and disappointment in the new class president
his cohorts spit back modulated a half step up, thin and overly convinced as to make it sound false
their hearts turning black

he believes in jesus, i think
but not the real one, the King James Version- rich white boys

he is a media whore
lining his fat ass with stupid americans' money
people from my home state
too bored and tired to turn off the TV
too afraid to see past their own phenotypes
that they'll listen to this blow fish fart out of his mouth

he's told me to 'mark my words'
so i did
in the annuls of self-entrapping power hungry loud but deflated pushy conservative bigots

don't you realize Glenn Glenn
it's in your eyes
you are false
it is easy to see
you are not strong
you are tired and weak
you get charged to make a desperate attempt
but your heart is taking the heat
beat after beat
until you choke it with your high call for uptightness throughout the world

keep those cheeks squeezed
if that much shit comes out your mouth
who knows what's lower down the track


-Lahmadaj

always seems so true

the earth only got to let it take you feel its breaking point

so many of those seem to worry and turn mind body into froth worms

don't let it take you too when they crawl all about frantic and suffering

self detained in prison so as to remain safe but the danger's the same

it does not change despite the cages

one will still die and the god studied through mind of dead people

will not be true will not be your god because it was someone else's

learned to draw the portrait without seeing self

-Lahmadaj

-to my brother-

while watching leaves

the ground swelled

partaking in nature's dining

-Lahmadaj

underneath

the shadow
as its slide is shifted
the ground is pulse
and the worm

-Lahmadaj

all

dancing is the way to go
along in infinite space
melding the force of ground
laughing and pieces
another time will begin
health and animation
maestro of a million


-Lahmadaj

thinking

of those i've met
from time to time

friends

not only those that I know will always remain in contact
not only those that I love and laugh to think of them

all those people that shared part of their lives

interacted with me

laughed with me or became very serious

truth

in a glance

thinking of Welsh friends

how I may never see them again

but in thinking of that love
back and forth
circle

here in southern lands they have bronze

youngstown
somerset
santa cruz
pittsburgh
seattle
cardiff
london
portland
los angeles
new mexico
upstate NY
ohio
NYC

the mother turned round

been thinking

wonder how many more I'll be glad to see

if I'm allowed to remain

-Lahmadaj

Florida Church Freaks Burning Books

hello

Terry Jones, of the Dove World Outreach Church in Gainesville, Florida

you are stupid and so are your followers

to think that burning any book would be of use

do you know that the Quran and the Bible are both unreal

they are indeed real in essence and human belief

held close to burning heart waiting for something

they are physically bounded paper

but they do not describe this current reality

they are a story of long past

manipulated to manipulate

you and your sheepy cohorts

if you are gong to burn one religious book

please burn all religious books

or wait, instead, burn no book

accept all of them as useful insight into your deep labyrinth of self

where the only truth is written there

low low low inside the light is burned

set yourself aflame 

and then you will be free of such seething foolery

though with such elevated egos

and impotent hate

good luck and god speed on that one

thumper

-Lahmadaj

I think I

just saw Wyclef Jean
doing a Ritz crackers commercial

I suppose this fits in line with
running for a political position in Haiti

though, since this is the US,
Ritz probably pays more



-Lahmadaj

barf on the street

eclipses your shoe

quickly turn away


-Lahmadaj

Glenn Beck

oh beck beck peck peck
too bad you're not Beck

then you'd be beautiful music

low low man sam
bring your finger higher

wish you'd evaporate

barely hear you speak
though on occasion it invades

wasting your breath

keep on shouting slogans
it will not save your heart

one day to stop and burn itself useless

in line of seeing
appearing like dumb HS peer

your mind flounder

go on and take the bait
convinced yourself again

to hate things

oh beck beck fleck fleck
twist off your head

then you'd be a martyr


-Lahmadaj

about

to move
feeling so good
waited for a long time
want to make something
can not listen to these others
got to fly
gonna run

take the chance
twist the citrus

lick the sky

break open


-Lahmadaj

and this woman

This one is about Palin

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This woman

This is about chicken nuggets not Palin

Toledo, Ohio

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a

ya ha hooo and a bottle a rooom

blew the smoke to the ceiling

watching the lights

grind the nail into wood

blink softly


-Lahmadaj

yesterday

was my birthday

not sure entirely about it all

woke up, as is the recent pattern

to the sound of my new next door neighbor's daycare business
the sound of very small children
singing, talking, yelling
and the lyricless voice
of an adult's kid voice
loud and solo
dominating the texture
verse after repetitive verse of three blind mice
and other nursery dirges

her voice louder than all
for they are tiny little children
drumming and clicking things

her voice sour and unending
wafting into my window
because they are directly outside
next to the house

her sugared and depressing
'YAAAAAAAAY!' of encouragement

demons

yes yes
some may say that the song of youth is a beauty

some may say

this is followed by her husband's
friend
grinding the shit out of a rusty smoker with a bristle brush
directly by my window

the high squealing rip of corroded metal
is almost too much for me

who the f. are these yohoes

i realize I am probably jealous

jealous of their newly refurbished house
a big house: attic, basement, backyard, kitchen, at least 3 or 4 bedrooms
multiple baths
for two 30 somethings
jealous of their free time to fix up the yard and create projects
to have guests in the backyard candle light
for wine and merriment

while i share a house with 4 other mediocre people
mostly inadequate and blinded
like moths
unendingly into bulbs
and a fifth lives in the basement
and our house is moist and moldy
and the rent is cheap (duh)
and I stay in my room almost all the time
other than cooking, shitting, cleaning, or leaving

decided to proceed to the park
else succumb to torment
of my current placement

oh at least the trees
the bird
the jellyfish

a turn of a crane

the quick color change of boat wake

the sun through clouds

my feet
back and forth
criss crossing

dig sand

another bird


-Lahmadaj

sexy men and women

if you are young
rich
and idle

then Ralph Lauren has a scent for you

if you spend early evenings
being cheered on by multi cultural
and extremely hot friends
whilst playing a leisurely game of polo
upon your horse

then Ralph Lauren has three scents for you

if you are part of a commercial
and your hair is flawless
and you're being watched by the audience
who can only hope to see you
naked and throbbing in a mass of beautiful bodies
rich naked idle carefree bodies

then Ralph Lauren has something to make you smell

differently


-Lahmadaj

it seems

as though there cannot be any more stupidity
of course the world delivers
from housemates leaving huge pieces of their own shit in the toilet
while blasting gallons of water down the drain
clipping nails and unravelling yards of paper
to
enraged gunman distributing bullets
no longer beer
wasting a few and self
instead of smoking one and going on a hike
to
the yelling frantic of half-baked T parties
and blind mechanical hate
so boring, their fanatics make me want to
amass as much soil and rock as possible
raise it high above the earth
and dump it into all their chomp chomp
yells and dildo speeches
to cover them in heavy sleep


-Lahmadaj

....

one wakes each morning
to sadness and unmotivated doings
each day
each morning
one lifts his head to find it sunken with ill fate
does not care about linked iphones
does not care about the over anxious business person
does not care about american success
does not want the media frothing and melting its false love
does not want conviction into the uselessness
each day
each morning
to low lighted images
tired for no reason
unhappy because others are happy
they are not
i am a lie
and the sky is above


-Lahmadaj

..

there is more here than they talk about

plenty under the surface of our vision

my skin sense and electric quiver

tremendous service a fall

and render the image useless

-Lahmadaj

.

not sure I like this feeling
telling my friend to leave


-Lahmadaj

will

someone help me

you have to help yourself

i know

like some sort of joke

right

playing on yourself

who


-Lahmadaj

it's difficult

to love

someone

then begin finding out later

more of how he thinks

yeah not so attracted to you

when you start 

talking to me in that way

asking me

finding out the narrow

motive behind the question

his assuming definitions of words

may be too f. to fix

that's what he wanted

maybe 

that's what I wanted

-Lahmadaj

trade

it in
give it to someone else
they give him something to hold
take it
play with it for a while
decide to trade it for another
deliver it to someone
they hand him something
accept it
use it for some time
see something better
find someone to take it
they'll throw him the lot
gather it
keep it close for a moment
crave something more


-Lahmadaj

a palace

the Alhambra palace was next to me once on a circling walk
I began this trip to see the interior
of this structure close to Granada, Spain
a beautiful and amazing city
I strolled along its outer walls
took a picture from above of a map of its floor plan
there were vines of red above on the yellow mute stucco
the travel to the lower side was a scene
for the mid December air had the leaves autumned
a small stream ran near the high walls and the shadows
along the path did lie
once to the foot of turning water
and the end of walls
after water falling
I climbed a small drive
then a wall or gate to see the distance before me
Upon my height realized my property intrusion
held a moments glance to remember
then descended cacti trail
a leap from the wall
back to a path hearing music
the light shone early


-Lahmadaj

it was fairly late

no one was around me
i sat alone
my cacti grew on the left
the light on
making music
i may never hear
thinking about another life
knowing it's impossible
did we fall away
is he already gone
not sure

-Lahmadaj

last night

I went to hear four bands play in a basement in Seattle's central district.  This concert occurred Sunday July 18.  I arrived to hear the last 3/4's of the last song of the first band.  The remaining three bands followed.  I drank beer before I attended this show.  I asked some people to join me, but none could make it.  I drank beer during this show.  I've been to this house a number of times, almost always alone since I don't know many people.  It was one dude's birthday.  This fellow lives at the venue house.  He also played in a band for this show. He is a cool guy and friendly.  He's turning 34 on Tuesday.  Between bands, I spent sometime wondering around outside looking into the sky.  There were a moderate amount of attendees at this concert.  Many concert goers smoke and talk outside between sets.  Some people know each other and have been associated in their lives. There were a few stars in the sky; I saw the big dipper by accident.  It was about to dump galactic dippables onto a smoking party-goer.  Nothing fell from the sky.  I found the north star via BD's handle and thought, 'who cares what direction.'  I think I texted my lover at this point or drank more beer.  Quiet like the sky.


-Lahmadaj

remember

the first in
gets the knife
the last day
look at his hands
covered
you can not see them
his turned toe
softy lying
the look in eyes
the last day
first in


-Lahmadaj

one gets that slow draw

and the bed is deep and languid marking infinite slumber that is impossible with this body eventually to wake itself and see light the window is open and cool air enters from outside the click of a clock which does not exist in this room and the plants grow slow wish to have some other friend and a place to dance cannot get going down down is the sand and the life i used to know which of course is not this life my life unfolded and planted bright sitting in the air of sun to wonder what is next and the lengths to run


-Lahmadaj

'eyebrows

painted on their heads

a mouthful of rotting cavities

drinking coca-cola in the street...'

keep on

higher ground flounder sound and gallows turn the breaking point back to the beaches and the long slow pull drift early morning pissing by the way of earl and tend to sheep burning land is easy and free today is another day that is occurring and the night is here gone a lighted lantern and lidded eye

-Lahmadaj

I think

it's funny that no one reads these posts i was born in the east by some lakes there are big ones and the trees have all been used long ago pennsyltucky we'd call it and listen to the swoop of a swallow glide past the glass water top not many people like to read there some do I liked to but rarely had time since I was young and in school running around playing and trying to see


-Lahmadaj

...

convinced myself
not to continue this desire
as though some sage converted to **anity
only later in long stretches
a realization of perpetual imagining
the desire actual
only never to act
and float how one should
rarely every kicking
limbs into its current

or am I all the same


-Lahmadaj

this line

is bent

red apple

he knows what I'm sayin

dancing in the light

a pen draws and writes

look at me and laugh

thisfeelssoweird

and the fuzziness

glad to be here

thinking of the time

we are somewhere else

there are people here, but they have fake lives

a lot of prescribed needs via media face

that's definitely me

faked

we've convinced ourselves of the validity of a reality
we have described

it's so much easier

please earth fill me with music and freedom
make me see the truth
help me sway my anger for blindness and self-deception

give me music and dancing

watch the world fast bird arc in sky


-Lahmadaj

Glückwünsche

Christina and Michael

today they've been married

today i heard a song along the shore

the sound of winds and laughter

today my friend called me on his phone

included in the gathering

i smiled to think

could hear and see her face

the thick air to gently sway the fabric

a sun and spots of cloud

today they were married

today the force of dancing and singing

energy friends

and love

the sky unfolded

a clasp of hands

to kiss in the glinting breezes

it feels

so good

to have jobs

which allow me

not to worry about money

not searching craigslist

every f. day

not thinking about the man

on the f. way

free to spend no money

will spend my mind

in freedom of this space

of the teaching

sound and innocence

little adults

not worrying about cash

laugh laugh

feet

caress the ground

to forget myself

and release

free to do so at all moments

insinuate the constant attempt of this

may shift to actual

am one of the lucky ones

in the rise and fall a turning

the music forever swaying

can I make this

continue

of course nothing




-Lahmadaj

passive assggressive

i'll leave little mementos of my emotions

won't use the native language to communicate my desires

will instead place cryptic symbols to express my intent

and you'll have to guess what i want

i won't grow

i'll lie limp and wet behind an action or object discarded

i won't take responsibility for expression

but will rather wait and expect you to unravel its meaning

i will place the duty on you merely through displacement

you'll read my flaccid notes and wonder who the gucci bag really is

i'll pout and sadly go about my day

only child syndrome on the way

looking as though such a force

when nothing wells inside

cannot use words

but will expect you to hear me

filling a balloon

thousands of holes

you'll yawn at my inability


-Lahmadaj

the lines

purple

some orange
take flight quickly into risen cloud

blind my earthly eye


-Lahmadaj

I'm a f. idiot

been spending large portions of my life thinking others must see the world similar to me with such perceptions been assuming that i understood almost to a default and walking around with the head in my hands turning it this way and that watching the world go by in arcing swoops of vision to talk whilst it be upon my shoulders assumed things not worth and others worth and never finding through sense alone or exposure linked to its land



-Lahmadaj

yes

large or small glow and dark the plastic needle

brave and new flat red roller the tiny feet

love and crying lumber yard the brief interval

elation and breathing fast broken heat the twisting air

beat and lyric jam fierce the brace

heat and liquid fall low livid the bright beach

-Lahmadaj

look the

leaves are changing i've made a mistake the time is past i have waited too long and the plane is taken go further inside and find a lot of it about the turn and the rip blanket cold and pieced faces and flesh to tell me we should stop what we speak of though both partake and have sounded here into air

thus placing the task again away from present and loving touches to mistook and possible jeal a late and humble cantor to please a run away

thanking the tree as passed and looked over what wonder at the stretch a buzzing and cone sway sway holding the railing

-Lahmadaj

in the shadow

the lines are smooth and soft

the ground is cool

tilted grass and crushed seed

the lover's hand

proud to be

green cloud and run water

the long stretch of mindlessness

a freedom and dancing

-Lahmadaj

nothing

I do
nothing

all day long

all night time and snooze

nothing between the spaces

I do
unnamable
millions
of tasks each day

each night time and flew

millions in space

the lovely being sky

grab the branch

name that sound honey


-Lahmadaj

I wish

to rip out these lymph nodes and burn them in a pail
I want to laugh as they melt into charred flesh and the pain leaves my body
I want to continue to dismantle this form

run around asking questions
someone gives you an answer
thinking it not so useful
run around asking questions

no one has any fucking idea

I have no idea

I had an idea, many actually

but the thrash has diminished them
the coarse iron that grates and scrapes my back
once pulled
once pushed
continue infinite

thought had made it
thought it would be better
spent so much time as younger doing what was needed
none was needed
to end here stupid and bored
my center heavy and raw
tried for the moon
tired

soothe that ache little one there is no world there is no one

again with the broken
throw on more fuel
disappear in its blazing

-Lahmadaj

Health Care and Arizona Bill

so the right riles at health care
the new change
an argument used is that the bill is a sign of approaching socialism
they tend to include it in measures taken by the nazi party and other tyrannical institutions

the Arizona Bill on immigration
is more directly connected to the fear and prejudice of the nazi party than the health care bill
Arizona will approach a police run state
any non-white person will probably have to carry identification papers at all times
police can stop someone they think may be from another country or 'illegal'

we're all from other countries

the natives were smashed down a long time ago

now some {deleted} are afraid and want control; they want purpose
now some {deleted} conservative brainwashed {deleted} are afraid and want control; they want purpose

good luck arid zona

welcome to a dead end

-Lahmadaj

breathe

air cold and liquid
frothing between eyes and lashes
against the folds of parchment
the slow draw of ink
and the smash of sea

tilt back the glaze
bring new love
reach behind the turning sand
and escape into silence

disappearing clouds burn slow in the evening

it feels so good



-Lahmadaj

Aurelio

began to walk outside. there were different items in his hand. he clasped fourteen candles and one black card.  inside his mind, the ground was covered.  two persons, one of which gathered the grass, began to sing loudly.  it was a melodic sound and rose elegant in the trees.  Aurelio liked these people and their lightly danced footsteps.  soon the sun began to rise, and the song was gone.  the evening retired. a thousand lights amid a tumbling sea.  the cloud and the tree.

-Lahmadaj

the long

arc

of smooth fresh

the blend of momentary elation

and the stinging of slow drudgery

a bright pulling blast


-lahmadaj

a stomach

fails and entrails



stretched by the big G

down down to the floor

one quack says, cluck

another quack says, gluck gluck

and i say good luck


wish the burn would cease

long bored waiting


how many people really know

how it is to continue

one needs much of nothing

can wait and wait


wonder if my explosion is approaching

will it be old age


ancient sense infinite



she's turning on her machine
twitt
such extravagance
and prestige
glad to slave

a blindfold of silk
and still seeing nothing

-lahmadaj

at the time

of spoken words

the ground begins to move

the clasp of feet against the cliff side

top crumbled little pebble

i stand

the world shifts within my axis

feeling very oddly

my friend smiles to me

tells me he must leave

i bid him farewell

may never see again

onward against the edge

the soft growing green

whispers sung melodies

the french blooms in my ear

what are you telling me

shoots of open green

-lahmadaj

status

and mood

one can change these to allow others to see and know his state of existence

'yeah right

get real'

what realm is this emoticon

an imagined space

so to create a gathering of other non-existent spaces

does anyone care of the others' temperament regarding the taco they just ate

regarding the boil pained slowly on the leg

nope, didn't think anyone gave a fuck

the other is not here

i can not touch him

i do not see her face

i can not laugh with him

i see no light

there is no body

there is no embrace

no scent

there are only typed shelled words

expressing menial obligations to the man or pop

and i sit quietly

wondering when this stupid shit may suck me into the trash ball

or it already has wrapped its boredom around me tight

pulling the air away

i sit quietly

and wonder why i have few friends

and fewer loves

it may be easily my own inability

though it may be the prescribed life one claims as his own

how much of it is one's own

i suppose

the shit

the voice

the gas 

the blood movement

the bipedal stomp

i doubt any of the mind

except one miniscule fragment of light

which most contemporaries 

dress up in robes of pop culture 

and extravagance 

as though it really is that cool

as though they really give a fuck

as though they've expanded to such heights of awareness

though they know not when they've farted

or when they've burned down a youth

turn his skin into gold

we can wear it around our necks

and laugh heartily at our believed appreciation of art

of human

of the passion inside

read all about it in my status

my emotion 

my essence

the lovers know; the others blow

the night is breathing

the sun is low

-lahmadaj

chili peppers

yeah the red hot

mother's milk

i had no idea of this music

the thrash

got the rhythm

feels


almost not as old


nobody weird like me

oh this one

burn the lightening

feel the glowing brass

the turn of a lock

press quick the soft cold stone

touch the tops of your triangled flesh

a bump in the scarlet

tighten the lengths

breathe it so heavy


the ground is expanded

the liquid tin flows

-lahmadaj

it's easy

the time

the sound

the lyric

the tap of rhythm

your reeling mind

escape with the music

place your feet solid

grind like some motha

grab your free soul

lift the top of this encasement

let the needle fall

gently and pop into glisten

thank dog for the song

-lahmadaj

when plastic hits you

and there is no turning back

the long brush of its delicate frizzle

a crinkle and fade

can smell the polymer

peal its rhythm

-lahmadaj

waiting to take a

break

from the walk

it's not too much further

he said

as my face was upon the lighted arrow

-lahmadaj