Duayne Mu

BAMBI: bambi one eye open

sleep walking

eyes wide shut

mind moving

legs standing still

headlights got you

frozen posing

like a mannequin

panicking

trembling resembling

Bambi -

outside his mother's watch

Thumper don’t care

he’s chilling in the foliage

fur frizzed up

because he’s trendy

collar pulled up

on his leather bomber

ink stains on his paws

cause he’s a bomber -

graffiti

you silly rabbit

tricks are for kids

and grown-ups on skid row

warming their hands

over an open flame

in a steel garbage pail

to keep warm when it’s cold -

outside

fingerless gloves grip a bottle -

with a skull and crossed bones

on the front

to get that liquid high

your liver has had enough

life has been rough

since the doctor -

cut the cord

smacked your ass

and

placed you in your mama's arms

which was -

one of the last times

that she hugged you

she had to toughen you up

for that long haul

off a short pier

on this Earth stay

to erase the fear of pain

before it was too late

she knew you couldn’t

avoid the pain

so you had to grow

the thick skin – to fight the fear

because when fear gets in the system -

some men tend to hesitate

on life preserving moves

that will keep you

from the fatality of no respect

from others and yourself

and respect is worth more than gold

especially when a young boy

has to be a man -

at an early age

and fend for himself

while walking down the block

or

pacing a cage

it doesn’t matter

the heart is still full of rage

at the -

load he has to carry

he didn’t ask for this

he’s polygamous

its pain and Mary Jane

that he’s married to

every night

he overstuffs a dutch -

to take him away

but the hurt still remains

after the high is long gone

his options are minimal

so everyday

it’s the same sad song

nobody loves me nobody cares

and for that your gonna pay – bitch!

run your pockets!

everybody on the fucking floor!

face down! right now!

time portal timeportal

ancient alchemist master of 10,000 signs of the vulture lodge

high priest of the divine order of the talon

clawed hand grip plus nasally screech is the greeting

give up the secrets and your beloved get tortured -

for generations

Kennedy your next of kin

for decades

push the sword back in the stone

and draw blood blacker than the oil

from the line of Camelot

more ancient than the Pyramids

elixir of the gods

who pull the puppet strings

of the breathing dead

who have the power to slay

Jupiter Zeus and the rest of them

but still – they don't know the infinite power that resides within

they get sacrificed anytime the wind blows or when the gods are scheduled to eat or when they feel like it

they hide the truth in plain sight of the plane-sighters

offspring of the Titans

which means their Titan's themselves

minds now like children

they fear their own artifacts and DNA facts

cause they forgot that they existed before the Sphinx was on Mars

they only know iron bars

their thoughts are limited

like they are in bars

they spit bars of tribal war scars

empty stories of killing kin

and drinking man made elixirs

which make it easier in this matrix navigation

sleepwalkers

who believe that god came down in the flesh

and appointed other humans to show them the way to the creator

for 10% of their wages

humans always mess up the experience of being human

where are all the sages?

[epilogue]

cyclopian man

dead to life

and blind as a mere mortal

forgot he created the time portal

after he stepped thru it

now he's going thru it

he lives in hell

within a hell

while in a shell

higher mind?

prove it

RORSCHACH dumu the nights? are dark and angry

the days? are cloudy remnants

of what happened at 12AM

the concretes a free clinic

collecting DNA which look like

Rorschach blots

that tell the story

of

the same damn thing

it’s groundhog day in the concrete jungle

early the next morning

the streets are : quiet. mournful. humble.

the stillness is beguiling

except for all the crying

which mostly flow inside

tears drip into the marrow

and slowly flood the temple

that questions its religion

and questions life tomorrow

because god seems so unkind to allow this daily struggle

what you don't see won't hurt you-

the benefits of being blind?

is not seeing walls that bind

but mostly unseen

is that pile of shit you stepped in

but you'll know that it's there

from the smell that surrounds

your essence

PHANTOMS:

phantom in the closet

bluffing

playing possum

spying like Mossad

documenting faults

cascading thoughts

looking for the key

skeleton design

to lock down your 33

rubies glow in their feces: rubies death? certain.

birth? a purpose.

divine intervention.

putting that work in.

beyond comprehension.

on this Earth’s surface.

DNA helix. swirls like cursive.

no diamonds for the swine.

who can't see the value.

they feed on anything.

chew until it's mangled.

consume and masticate.

rubies glow in their feces.

jewels are hidden in their waste.

they sniff. then eat.

and repeat.

junior. flower2 [act:1] [birth – 14 years old]

raised. with a heavy hand

dad? he's angry at the world

trying. to make Junior a man

by beating him silly

until he learns

that how he operates is wrong and sissy like

because real men don’t cry

they grit. they strike.

they fight.

then ask questions

they hit their spouse

to get respect

and

they disrespect the weaker

because they can

[they disrespect the weaker because they can]

they drink when pissed off

and they stay pissed off

because

“this world isn’t worth a log sinking in the commode - after a Taco Bell brunch!”

[act:2]

he stayed in the corner of his room

holding his knees

dabbing his mouth

with a napkin

the color of Jolly Ranchers -

cherry

[act:3] [15 – 18 years old]

dad tells him how he has it so good:

1-he has a roof over his head 2-food in his belly 3-and his own room

but that Budweiser love can’t make the cut

he hasn’t had a hug

since he put the lunch box on the shelf

and traded it in

for a paper bag full of:

stress, worries, and life altering decisions

like:

1-doing homework 2-getting to school on time 3-fighting off future convicts 4-and keeping a sane mind

in this harsh world full of devil advocates

and open sores on your genitals

because the spur of the moment is the only reality that matters

[act:3] [19 – 25 years old]

so your lover of the moment? is loose like you

your lover of the moment? their goose is cooked too

too many achoos and low blood cells

statistics fly -

and you’re on that chart

[act:4] [final act] [26 years old]

i guess dad was right.

you ain’t so special now – huh?

the mad man. veiled the mad man cackles at an inside joke

he paces the platform engaged in deep conversation

with the wise man from the east

who no one else sees

people keep their distance

not sure of his next move

they pretend to not be afraid

he stinks he’s loud

he’s filthy

they pretend to be focused on their cell phones and tablets

they respectfully step away from the tracks

as the train pulls into the station

the wise man steps on the train

the mad man waves goodbye from the platform

fork knife spoon forkone

“The hand using us means what?”

Said the knife to the spoon Who only dipped While knife sliced, chopped and cut The fork pierced his guest

As a team All three were ferocious

run. run. run. run! Running past street lights Running past garbage

Some of it breathing

Foul stench - Increasing

The further you get - from your safe haven

[There is]

No savior No savior

But you still savor

The sequence of events That occurred recently

On any given evening On any given weekend

Adrenalin peaking As the hours run later

The clock keeps on ticking Your shoulders get heavy

The shadows they thicken The shadows they thicken

The__? They close in

And try to surround you

But you will not give in You will not be taken

The odds are against you The odds are against you

But you ain't playing

Run Run Run Run Run Run Run Run Run Run Run Run Run Run Run Run RUN.

cloud 25: newestcloud25

[prologue] enormous. the ego.

bacardi on his breath

anger in his heart

no one has ever showed him an ounce of love

so you don't miss

what you don't know

[chap.1] tears fall on the dinner table

he grabs her hair from the scalp

and gives a hard pull

her options?

fight or flee

she tried the latter

but knee met mouth

and she felt two teeth shatter

she hit the ground

blood pouring out her mouth

and crawled on the floor

in pain

towards the couch

she screamed

“i can't take this anymore ...I want out!”

but those words stay stuck

in her head

she's scared to say them aloud

he might hit her

again

[epilogue] so she goes on cloud 25

closes her eyes

and dreams her life away

so she goes on cloud 25

closes her eyes

and hopes

she doesn't wake up

Audio: https://soundcloud.com/dumu2/cloud25dumu2