Round Two (Grounded)

I belong here down -

Down on the ground, 

Into the mud 

Soaked with our blood

I'm part of the screams, 

And part of the dreams,

The crowd that awaits, 

And screams at the gates

The pumping veins

The crazy eyes

The stench of the beer

The dirt and the smears

Here, now we start

The bloody bath

The first rapid kicks

A jab, in the lips

I'm punching your face 

You kicked in my waist

Blood trickling brow

Dislocated jaw..

First round is done

But I am not done.

Gong! Second round -
We are back on the ground.

Victors And Losers

Dream a little,
Or dream a lot.
Question not -
Believe a lot.

Listen!
Pay Attention!
Or pay attention not.
All that matters. Not.

When we say it -
You comply!
When we ask you -
You will serve.

"Helmets on!"
"And armor up!"
"Wall formation!"
"March! Forward!"

Act, don't think.
And don't you feel it.
We think and pay -
So, you don't  think .

It's exceptionally simple -
No middle way,
No middle ground.
It's them, or it is us.

As victors only
Tell the story
Of how the history
Was made.

2025 (Daily Resets)

Daily savoring

Well rapped, big portions 

Of an authenticity divested life.

Weak up, 

Unwrap! 

Consume!

Enjoy it all!

Mediums that are The message,

Mediocre, buzzing fruit flies...

Gurus of the replicating daily trends.

"Good morning citizens!"

"We hope you had a good sleep!"

"Line up  behind the red line now!"

"Relax...

And inhale deeply!"

"Everything is gonna be Okay!"

"Put on your designated googles"

"We begin transmission  

in three, two, one..."

Reset!

Three haiku

Ménage à trois

Into the scull entrapped, 

is my brain. 

The pain is dancing there too.

Instantly disturbed meditation

Sudden hiss into the grass.

Overtaken by a spear:

The fawn shrieked.

For whom this bell tolls

A bell’s tolling:

The sound’s melting,

into the village’s busy buzz.