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B U L L H O R N.

Switch the lamp
and bronze the night -
articulate translator
molecules bind
I gather myself
My imagination

Intellectualize!
Simulation!

The currents that touch me dictate my behavior
Speak. Draw. Eat. Spell.
Your Favorite:

Intellectualize!
Simulation!

Utopia, I’m your bullhorn!
Labyrinthine dream states. 
Tyrannical with my eyes closed.
I am the truth and the only way.

 Spit!
I gnaw the sweets I say
deceive my stomach and the coating erodes
turn and salt the earth
I erupt as compassionate
Spit impulsive shit
Dunning Kruger - Self destructive

Self destructive - Self Destructive!

Utopia, I’m your bullhorn!
Labyrinthine dream states. 
Tyrannical with my eyes closed.
I am the truth and the only way.

Jam.

Silver-tongued and high strung.
I’m crafty and coy.
Walk on by, abuse and empathize.
Recognize. 
Calculate the blindness!
Customize the context!
Customize the context.
Calculate the blindness.
I am the golden rule - I twist in pursuit.
Don’t expect from me fair outcome.
You must favor my control group.

 

 

T H E  A I R

Tie the knot to prove a point - we sort it out outside Detroit.
First attempt to cleave.
Afterthought, forlorn.
Psychological sport - we’re cut short.
Leave with broken teeth.
Frame one another.. to clear the air.

What does it take to clear the air? 
Recover a solution.  Got to stay aware! 
It’s too damn easy to disappear. 
Pay no mind.. and mirror the imposter. 

Dissolve straight into School Lake… Brighton, Michigan. About to break.
Time to grow up and away from the rulers.
Dis-join the chains.
Resentment.
Stomach holds the mess.
Septic, stiff necked, toxic. 
Siphoned out to the children.
Devour each other with a blank stare.

So, can we begin again?
Recover a solution. Conclude the masquerade.
It’s too damn easy to disappear.
Pay no mind, unconscious imposter.

Movement underneath eyelids conscious and we remain,
conscious to communicate, conscious enough to restrain.
Movement underneath eyelids conscious we remain,
conscious to communicate, conscious enough to maintain.

Rip it, Luke.


B U I L D E R M A N

 **This is the original poem written in the early months of 2014 . Edited by my Grandmother - June Rado.. a big influence.

This builder of towers hovers under my roof,
he reigns over diagrams, his complex proofs.
I am the builder, I got everything to lose..
tacks and screws, modifications -- I refuse.

I withdraw.

The One Who Speaks the clearest light allows me a sturdy pulse..
"Why cling so tight to your pattern, son?
Settle down  Settle."

I swoon ...
just to wring out some words.
No answer.
Nothing emerges.

I dance (and) I flutter; tired chords mutter.

"From Whom comes this Voice to soothe what I've sewn?
Call Your agenda and all fine print You tow.
I make my living.  I make it just so.
I make my living, lines and rows."

He resolves: "Builder, pile your cells gently; recognize your ends.
Bless the One Who built you.  Nothing here is permanent.


 

T H E  C U L T  O F  P O R N O G R A P H Y

Get on that frequent trip to find tonight’s best friend.
We boil down good sense - so visceral, so dense.
Surround the glow that surrounds the diode.
Bar code. Download. They trace my zip code.
Strong woman! - we dominate.
Your baby sister now, wouldn’t you just hate?
..She is my object, her choice to make. Salivate. I take the bait..

We’re some decent guys, not afraid to be intimate.
Caught at the right time, disarmament.
This is America, and man gets obsessive.
Welcome to our world!
We stay defensive.

We’re some decent guys, codependent.
Caught up again, entanglement.
This is America and man is obsessive.
Welcome to our world!
You stay defensive.

Where my crusaders at? Defend your trance.
Exhaust all your shadow arguments.
Shift her shape. Now we’re over-confident.
Vices bright white like eyes gold windows I pay attention.
I allow it inside of me, the pride in me.
The handheld privacy.
This is my best, this is my best, hypnotic brainwash.
Hypnotic back and forth, sociopathic, narcissist;
every woman wants an addict.

Pick up your burden and bear it.
Pick up your burden and bear it.
Pick up your burden and bear it.
Create a new world!
A new world.

We’re some decent guys. Not afraid to be intimate.
Caught at the right time, disarmament.
This is America and man is obsessive.
Welcome to our world.
We stay defensive.

We’re some decent guys.

Stop.

 

 

L E S S E R  L I G H T

Let me talk about my games
Let me wax and wane
Let me talk ‘em out
Let me wax and wane 

I’m singing about my plans for a second
Just for a second to believe in my intention 
Let me examine my intentions for a second
That session lasted 3 months... UGH
But I’m on the other side of it!
Until the next one
Until the next time
Gonna be a next time
The lesser light of understanding myself - confusing virtue with being a victim

Preoccupied by misapprehension
Create a lie and swear by its name
-The manifesting and the nurturing of pain..
But I choose you every day and I convince you to stay
But now I’m learning to filter the things you say
Begin to begin again
Begin to begin again
I begin to begin again
Begin again!

I will negotiate with you.
I believed you were the drugs
Disorder of family
Some sort of neurologic pathology
And the seven year old child that I still seek
The pharisees in bed with me
Or the sickness embodied - you very well could be
Come to terms with my days of old
That provided for me
A sliver of light opening
To evaluate your utility
Deny, projection, actualize, integrate.
I begin to begin again.

Let me talk about my games.
Let me wax and wane.
Let me talk ‘em out.
Let me wax and wane. 

There are some hidden words under the music in this next portion of the song - I’ll send them to you upon request.

 



V I V I A N 

This, to seek my coliseum 
To work to find.. some sort of freedom 
To access negotiation
From our doorway, the brier in between
Each prick off each twig tells me to quit
Each twig, to gravitate, to tangle with - I abstract to see 
This game, the meta-game, the set of all games
dirt onto concrete..
and the sliding door that they spray painted green
The area I built with my sweat.
Bottles of new medicine buried in my sea
prepare now your vibrancy

And hallelujah, another chance
The sap rose up the dead tree.

A triangle to hold and push back like it knows
To receive nothing over series of blows
Logic loosens, expand to think
Canisters of light, color bombs, extensions of limbs
It’s all just additives
Stands brushes and whims
Indigo and Vermilion!
carefully applied and splashed
and now they’re cured in

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Another chance
Another chance for the sap to rise up the dead tree inside of me

 

H O N O R A N D L A M E N T

The foot path cut back, reason to caress..
Tree lines disappearing.
Unmanicured and undressed.
A scene to squander, élan vital
forever childlike - your wooden cell

No pressure, no test, no failure is met..
You stay safe; no insult added to injury
No triumph or taste or victory!
Stay in place, restrict, safe calls your name
Sleep..soft.. billowing keep
A static cling to guide you
A choke-hold without a peep
Your paralysis, slumber; lethargic, dense
The blackout, the dullness, loss of sense

Repeat yourself again, indulge your insufficiencies.
Repeat yourself again. Indulge your insufficiencies.
Repeat yourself again…

Honor and lament your selfishness
Resurrect, revive and realign
One more time
Renew alertness
Open back up your eyes

Change it.

Honor and lament your selfishness
Resurrect, revive and realign
One more time
Renew alertness
Open back up your eyes


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“ M A K E I T P E R F E C T ” by Ryan Rado
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