blogs – Charlie Zero The Poet

I made a promise to keep the family together
nobody cares or makes time & effort whatever.
I tried my best but all of you push yourselves away
wrapped in confusion, it hurts, I’m trapped in dismay.
Everyone seems to pick favorites and separate
arguing with them would just turn into a debate.
I’m tired of getting caught in between the middle
I want to leave this city, go somewhere & settle.
Would anyone even care if I leave?
No, it pains me to see myself grieve
All they care about is themselves
me, me and ignoring everyone else.
You only show up if a family member is dead
fake sympathies & no remorse in your head.
It’s unfair how the world mistreats one another
we’re the same species disrespecting each other.
My family lacks compassion showing no interest in what I do best
Happiness and love is all I really need, fuck you and fuck the rest.

Note: This poem is another personal observation on family.
Does your family ever seclude themselves from other family members?
I’m going to assume by now, that you already know where I’m going with this question.
Families are complicated creatures.
They sometimes annoy us; upset us, back-stab us,
and don’t show up at funerals but later show up to eat our food, etc.
Humans are imperfect. The beauty of it, we learn from our mistakes,
Karma however smiles the perfect weapon, her sense of humor.

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The priest & his smoke-pipe
convolvulaceae spiritual electronic,
Whiskers crackling,
colors stimulate.

Only not all terpsichorean swingers
mount to gills vacuuming atavistic pecks.

Frightened by psilocin
painted by alien hicks!

They ate Ms. Brown’s tits –
vulcanize of M-glory.

Aztec species
covered
in torrid quid.

She stage besotted
tis the properties
of her witchery furl.

Entheogen trumpets
coagulate infinity’s beard.

Inside ethnobotany
I found the golden corpse
of Atlantis.

Mega-structures altering
served illnesses and sacraments.
Rodents swarm through the zog.

Oligarchy
chocolates itself among pride,
pale dandelions
curve your periodical madcap.

Red mushrooms heighten my senses.
A serpent’s reason
absorbs psycho-activation.

Too much ploce
too much chicanery

Black oceans attack
your seating chart.

Hallucinogenic god
turns himself into an ant.

Fear-brightens, mountain crease
over this drunken thunder thigh,
bacteria finds solace with decay;
we are alone
out there in the distant loneliness,
we hear our voices
echoing the blue irritation glands.

Oh! Radicalist angles of the north
drink off my putrid vessels
for I hold the key to all cosmic truth.

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