Tonight was the night I participated in my first poetry SLAM contest. The contest was put on by Slam MN at Kiearn’s Irish Pub in Minneapolis, MN. Out of the 2 rounds, I won 1st runner up. Here is the first and highest scoring poem of mine that I read tonight.

an eternal ethereal plethora amore
betwixt ego amidst imperial decor
wisdom within whispers rapt metaphors a lore
such secrets so simple locked behind doors
where exists a force which denies us with lies
they try ever so hard to let the truth die
for those who aren’t closed as per the 3rd eye
see through the blinds and though their disguise
we see all of us cry from the stars in the sky
for stars sing when we die and they sing us alive
so as i look down from above all i see is the love
all i see is the beauty which feels more than enough

Homogenized talks of lobotomized thoughts seemingly lifeless amongst an elevator skyscraper skyline backdrop window crop. Another mundane Monday dawns upon another lustless billowy dusk. A twilight in the midst speaks upon you indefinitely. “This is your Team Leader speaking to you for you as per the Central Computer. You as a diluted pollutant, grease of the cog, man of the machine. Tonic up on your preferred Imperial Delirium Serum. Hypnotic are you not.”

Behold the toxic screensaver for the mind to keep us blind. Your favorite Pop-Culture false prophet. A brother from another mother. Toxic enema for the 21st century enigma. A revolution in revelation. Behold, your best friend, your dream, your wisdom, and your life. Behold and be held. Warm within its glow. Shine upon its glory. Oh Shrine O’ the Lord of the conglomerate Christ. TV is life.

Tivo your life. Bootleg your dreams.

We are the cattle being paddled with a gavel down the shadow of an ass-hole on a pay-per-view channel.

On another channel there is a show about time, space, God and pants. You see folks God’s pants were created by angels and are made of the infinite fabric of all space. Time is a fart in the pants of God. Travel through the fabric of God’s pants. Embrace the divinity of ultimate supreme creation. That dick all mighty. Free yourself form the spiritual condom of your existence. The immaculate contraception is force at hand and strong at will. Together let us focus and change the channel on the corporate remote of cognitive cancer. Lets change our lives. Lets change our minds. Lets change God’s pants.