Here are burdens riddled with subtleties
Mysterious questions of life and death
Mushroomed out of an addictive breath
Artificial intelligence for government subsidies

Yet, beyond earth lie no inquest or induction
Posed on greasy brink of insanity's fallacy
Coming upon junction of humanity absently
Greater guidance larger than sapient deduction

Are we falling through space or are we suspended?
Can't help now, but with forethought will accomplish
Foolish fire to which we pay homage
Lighting a candle for now, for all in attendance

Like a dart, I saw you, dog
Dashing from corner of eye
Bolt around corner of block
And I chased you
No keeping up
You've been caught before
Easy to tell, your apprehension
So I'll chase you no more
But you shall be lured
By a bone, I might dangle
Can't see me from that angle?
Down around end of that alley
See you peeking
Dog catcher's been tweaking
His noose
All riled, you break loose
'Cause to corner you
Would be my mistake
So lookie here, lookie here
I brought you some meat
Go ahead, take the treat
And know, you're free to roam
'Cause I'm a dog too
And this is the pact
Of our pack

The red eyes
And snot stained
Sleeves

The shudders of
Emotional agony

The cement stones
Standing in rows

The tears of strangers
Without homes

The raggedy man
With years of grey growth
Holding a sign
So you know
That he needs help

The elderly man
Spotted skin
Wrinkling
While people
Keep forgetting him

The climate changed
Species displaced
And people running away
To find a safe place

Me, begging you to see
The suffering of humanity
While you just ignore me

i have being trying to reconceptualiße sūdoku for a while now;
i failed so many times, at trying to translate
it into the equivalent of a western origin,
away from the japanese gensis. i tried many times,
it really took me a few weeks of drinking to finally get it,
i couldn't stop laughing, and i mean: out loud,
because few people can manage that sort of antic these days,
that hedonistic zenith.
                 so while no. 9007 became solved
i realised what i was doing...
                    no. 9007?
                 5 3 9 8 4 6 2 1 7
                 8 7 1 3 2 9 5 6 4
                 6 4 2 5 1 7 8 3 9
                 7 6 4 2 9 8 1 5 3
                 1 2 3 4 7 5 9 8 6
                 9 8 5 6 3 1 4 7 2
                 3 9 7 1 8 2 6 4 5
                 4 5 8 9 6 3 7 2 1
                 2 1 6 7 5 4 3 9 8....
anyway, it became ****** obvious after a while...
i used to do this "*******" in the playground,
but before i tell you the "secret" i need to stress three explanations:
(a)
         --> 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
               1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 <--
         --> 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
               9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 <--

            the <--           -->        symbols? the direction the digits
were written in...         i.e. from right to left
                            or from left to right...
                 but that's how it all started...
(b)
                  (x)
                        ?               x
                                 +
                          x             ?
                                            x
   now that's a representation of a graph,
                                            the + meaning the axis
the xs representing knowns, and the question mark
being self-explanatory, and empty space that needs to be filled.
(c)
        this is the funny part... this is where japanese reads
itself into english... the zenith of the conceptualisation of sūdoku...
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha....
             oh ****... stomach ache...
          X 0 X
          0 X 0
          X 0 X                or...
                                                 X 0 0
                                                 0 X 0
                                                 0 0 X        all it ever was!
all it ever will be... is just a complex version of noughts and crosses!
or as some might call it... a set of tens!
                            in roman X = 10.
                              but that's before the concept
of 0 existed, so we can count that as 1, to qualify
the whole ****** thing as: 10 10 10 10 10... binary...
  but that's what this japanese puzzle looks like, translated
into the latin alphabet...  noughts and crosses... but obviously
a little bit more complex, since there are nine degrees of seperation...
   it's an optometric trick the asians played:
   in an english idiom variant: you just have to get your eyes around it,
or rather: into it...
                            just look at how complex the oriental
          phonetic encoding is... no vowels? no consonants?
        just syllables?           i guess no leucippus or a democritus,
or an epicurus ventured into china, or japan,
or elsewhere for that matter, to introduce the linguistic atom,
that's a letter.
      question is... are vowels masculine or are consonants feminine?
              or is it the case that vowels are feminine (****** gasps
akin to drowning)        and that consonants are masculine?

Yeah, they're at it again, mid-flight madness. ****** Tunes doesn't come close to the deranged daffiness one might witness at the lakes this morning. Wacky waterfowl white washing each others' *****. Mother nature is looking for an indecency arrest. Worse than some men I've met crawling through the bushes at Buena Vista Park in San Francisco, or here at Judy Garland Park in Philly. Every city has that spot you know. Unseemly areas where frivolous feathers get ruffled alongside muskrat love tumbling. Knock over, lose footing, take a header, bowl down, go belly up, do a pratfall, fall headlong, slip, slump, skid, spill, plummet and plunge into nose dive. Descent as such, with its dip dropping and flopping, when ducks are doing it in air-raids in prime seedtime, seems only a natural order.

So, my advice to you more demure is, keep your priggish, prudish, pretentious, puritanical, uptight primness off those unbeaten paths, because birds just gotta beat one off every once in awhile. Duck, here comes another. Splat, see I told you so.

Hardly can I tell you how music makes me weep
Or how I turn coy at a dancer’s joy
With every beat they keep
Miraculous is motion in the human form
Charade sails cross an ocean or beauty in forlorn
Suddenly, I’m jumping and thumping become my feet
All the guitars strumming on city’s crowded street
Willing my belief that you will find in art
Purging deep psychosis and reckless lives torn part
To me this is magnificent, and truly gifted blessing
For the poet always sees and always keeps you guessing
Hardly art be messing