Knight Light - Ken Sin

I am the shining white knight guiding you through the evil, the wicked,
the pitches of darkness, and lift you with God’s hands,
white wings, and shining armor. I say God, don’t mean love and compassion
or a white man and white beard, or saints, or Santa.
No, I, a man of furious anger, condemning to hell,
I know that my light is yellow. It’s wrong, and it’s right.
It is white and It is white and It is white.
I am not a knight, this is gilded golden armor. No, I am sick with a tumor
or some other sort of cancer. This isn’t what you asked for, but beggars can’t be choosers.
You flap and splash out of the water, you are nothing. This is nothing. Then, why then
What then, does this matter? Everything. Everything matters. I prefer the sound of your laughter. But only me, but not before, and definitely not after my laughter.
What are you, a follower? Do not provoke God’s anger. He will smash galaxies together
Make Big Bangs go BOOM
In your room, there’s no space for such a disaster. You stand still. You chatter. It’s not fair. All is fair, in games and wars; hopes and dreams are shattered. Cashing weed. Catching me. Ecstasy. You know me. I am not your son. You are not my father. But I still pray, hope the clouds part, and wait for your answer.
The days go by, I get no answer.
I search the freezing black caverns. Black asteroid belts swerve in oblate patterns. The universe is mostly black matter. There is little color to cater any further.
I will have soup for the supper. It is dark with fish and soy and sauce and MSG. Colored eyes lock on Chinese GDP. It is rising, and I am yellow. But I still don’t know much about my people. This is just another sequel to Godfather. Person stabbing person
Shooting, banging, committing murder,
arson. There’s a fire in my locker. It’s red and yellow and orange and blazes on forever. Its beauty and glory. Its hues shine. I’m sorry for Arse, arse, arson. It’s such an ugly word. It’s not worth the trouble or the pressure. So come, come into my moonshine, it’s yellow and mellow, but please note, that diamonds only form under pressure.

Penal Poem - Ken Sin

Learn to cherish every moment. Exist in every time.
Ticking tocking. Gears connecting, springs compressing, eyes are locking. You are mighty fine. I am not the clock. Do not come rocking. Back and forth. Back and forth. Blasting seven-colored shots of fetuses through Aphroditis penises. We are hot and winding, the Earth turns on outer rings of solar satellite Venus is orbiting, combining planets, lips, and bodies; rewinding to 20/20 vision before spectacles come in binding.
Keen as the telescope, our eyes are limited. Our minds are unlimited. Love is not infinite.
When I fuck, I’m hindered by my morality. I learned age and life and death and casualty. Perverted sages beat little shits for money. We do not hit women.
Honey, that ain’t right. Sit up straight. Let me teach you about sexuality through sentimental drumbeating in a circle over fire and we are sitting kindly in tradition listening to orality. (Haha, oral.) That’s not funny! You can’t take the dick jokes.
Come inside me. Come inside you. Come inside mine. Come inside yours.
I can break necks with the recess of my mind. That is what I mean by the power
of my mind. It takes only a moment of your time to learn that my rhymes are not just sexy, galactic lust of liquid angel dust. You just have to trust that white waves in a rush
is not a pre-school story. These are penis’ put into poetry. I’m not mature. You must hate me. I don’t know how to go back and say that “I am sorry.”

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