Mea Culpa

I alone am to blame

for the sins I chose to commit

from the despair of necessity

to the defiant despair of being aware

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I am alone responsible for my mad poetry

My mad dalliance with the ether and the air

And if you chose to empathize to lend me a hand

Elvis has left the building and is no longer there

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I have written songs no one heard

I have written books that were burnt before they were found

I am tired of the charade between reality and illusions

I am on a boat homeward bound

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God gifted me creatvity

Or whoever you choose to believe

You may think the dog is dying

But Batman has another trick up his sleeve

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To keep surprising them was the plan

To confuse those who chose not to be convinced by the evidence at hand

Let their ego shine their light on the incompetence

We had a fight with the singer’s girlfriend and broke up the band

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Underground poetry for overground minds

For mainstream is boring and we chose to create before we promote

We kept pushing our mind heart and body till it broke

All so long you could sit at home and click and vote

 

now my watch is ending

Now my watch is ending

Now my jobs are done

You may call me Jon Snow

You may think I am Barack O

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But I tried hard to resist

My head and body and head to persist

But I would rather be the father of my digital child

Than face up to my youthful days wild

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These are days of painful inflexible bones

These are days of yoga to forget days that are gone

Catcher in the rhye is better than Catcher in the Stadium

You can put my poems on a pedestal but my coding shies from the Arcadium

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I have lost weight but I have gained energy

Einstein diets do really work out some more

But if you think you will hack my brain with diminished currency

I must remind you of the businessman Don Corleone was before

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Psalm 23 the hackers psalm

i have walked in the valley of the shadow of dead

They told us boys you are a pain in our head

With your youthful ideology and emphasis on common sense

Don’t you see money is sexy and man needs bread

We know you are dying and so the fault is in your blood

Come kiss our ring and join the Boyz shooting hoofs in the hood

But a voice in my head kept warning something was wrong

They were sniffing my packets while I was writing this song

If they knew what I knew they would never let me go

Rather than time killing me slow

You will read it in the papers how the poet was dead

We are sorry it’s an accident and we made sure he was well fed

Soldiers die and they get a grave in the field by the lake

Poets die like dogs and dogs don’t get a three day wake

A dog will die and they won’t sound the bugle or pipes or taps

They said he was a NOC and that was just the job

He wanted out and he said he had done his 15 years of missions

They told him kid sorry the movie has no intermission

A spy deserves to be hanged and weren’t you a hacker on the side

Think of all the fun your brain had when you were on the ride

It’s time to get back and put the mask on

Someday my son will avenge me and my wrong

Sorry son I tried and tried to sell some science

But they bought me a beer and went short on my whines

But what I needed was water and some medicines to care

But when I checked my wallet it wasn’t there

So I walked like a homeless man in the streets

With nothing to show and failure as my deed

My split personality and my incomplete quest

To be the hacker who was forever the best

And son if you think where did Daddy go

Daddy is in heaven running Jesus and his code

 

( To be continued )

Worship

you worship faith and I worship logic

faith gives you peace and logic keeps me high

Jesus died for your sins

two thousand years ago

Soldiers die for my sins

Everyday

So I can eat my eggs in a diner with my orange juice

in peace

so who do I worship comrade Frankie

Ali

The Champ is dead and the game is not the same without his voice

What used to be boxing is  now sparkles and noise

We all mourn the departing of one more hero this year

One who floated like a butterfly and could sing by the ear

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Its time to go home Ali to your heaven or whatever lies across the void

They wanted you to be the people’s champion but you refused to be their droid

A fighter never gives up and a fighter goes on and on

Head body head and so goes the song

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 Shuffle your feet in heaven Ali

Angels praise your name

What used to be a bloodsport

Is now just another game