the ignorant savants

fgodssake donald by Byron Haskins

mayday by Byron Haskins

quatre minutos by Byron Haskins

feral people by Byron Haskins

striped down to the original melodic idea

love letters from the blue by Byron Haskins

red oranges by Byron Haskins

come around by Byron Haskins

the obvious is hidden by Byron Haskins

extemporaneously Culture spa 
 Time to go to the spa
 Time to purge my body, spirit, and mind
 Time to go to the culture spa
 Time to kick the system
 Before I go deaf, dumb, and blind 
 All my life I tried my best
 To take in all that’s good 
I ate my fruits and vegetables
 Avoided processed foods But everywhere I look around
 There’s emptiness on display
 A diet of commercial feelings
 Fed to me every day 
Toxic, sweetened emotions 
Manipulative devotion
 Political snake-oil potions
 Sold as cures for the nation
 Mogging, maxxing, self-abuse
 Punch-me—in-the-face-for-beauty delusions 
Every kind of crazy notion
 Masquerading as anomie solutions 
All my life I tried my best
 To do what’s kind and good
 Said my prayers, bit my tongue
 Like they schooled us that we should But everywhere I turn my head
 regressive religion and culture rules
 Not rogue enough, not mean enough
 To qualify as “cool” Not selfish, sharp, or ruthless
 Not chasing power’s wake
 Not hollowed out and grifting
 Every person for my take Jesus Christ unplug the mirrors
 the dopamine machines 
Drain the noise from the bloodstream 
Wash eyes clean I don’t need another branding to tell me who I am
 I’m washing out the poison
 Humankind is not from a can. 
Time to go to the spa
 Time to purge my body, spirit, and mind
 Time to go to the culture spa
 Time to kick the system
 Before I go deaf, dumb, and blind Lyrics by Byron Haskins © nPoet9 Publishing 2026. All Rights Reserved.

the long deep darkness gives way to light the rising of consciousness puts an end to the night the Denisons of Hatred have given up their fight the morning has come into sight.

baal the lonely sand witch by Byron Haskins

pizzaboxcar by Byron Haskins

The Fire Horse lunar year promises to brighten dark days.

A pregnant noblewoman is approached by a beggar and her children, whom she dismisses, making some comparison of the beggar's children to pigs as she does so. The beggar curses the pregnant noblewoman, and come the birth of her child it is a girl, healthy and perfectly formed in every respect other than having the face of a pig. Such is the fate of the children of persons who wear all the signs of not caring about the suffering around them.

A person born in the year of the fire dog chases his tail. His hair and dander flies from his faux gold pedestal and makes our eyes weep and our noses burn. When will he fall?

When it comes to those who prefer the dominion of cocks, there is always a pecking order.

monkeying me by Byron Haskins

2027-02-06; 1967-02-09; 2015-02-19

my city night by Byron Haskins

Just before 7:06.

herding cats by Byron Haskins

the spiritual world is a thing to behold when it works for the good - found in the playlist "Numbers".

Lyrics to come.

rush coach by Byron Haskins

last day of summer by Byron Haskins

The poetic influence : "If you want to talk about what looks to me like despair and pessimism, it isn’t that a couple random people on both sides, as you know, have picked up guns. It is that the people in actual power who are sane and are clear thinking are doing almost nothing differently. They’re failing and rethinking nothing, at least not on any profound level. And I actually find that very worrying. I would like to see right now, in the rooms I am aware of, much more profound forms of restrategizing going on.”- Ezra Klein The musical influences: Gil Scot-Heron, Frank Zappa, Steely Dan and James Brown.

iDunit - a hip hop interlude by Byron Haskins

behind these walls by Byron Haskins

see the video: https://youtu.be/1q9hxAQwuXY?si=tbxuFzcJZzcvL9yR

You can help the frogs return by following these steps: 1. Preserve wetlands and establish gardens where frogs can live. 2. Avoid using pesticides in water sources. 3. Choose soaps and cleaning agents that help conserve species. Some soluble cleansers will maintain water safety.

under a shade tree with a cardinal and a squirrel by Byron Haskins

Improvisational composition

timeblind by Byron Haskins

an excerpted poem American Dream Ballad © by Byron Haskins I want to be free I want you to be free with me I'm dreaming of democracy I'm thinking of a place without someone criticizing me where love is in the blood without toxic waste. where who you love is a matter if taste. thinking a place where they don't rip you off where's there's not struggle to be on top where they don't just lock you up with great women and men and everyone defends democracy where slavery was fought where cultures were brought where hatred is out where friends are sought it's time to do some freedom it's time to do some democracy adios to projects against America bienvenu a amor do you wanna be free? do you wanna free me? come dream with me maybe its a dream but lets take America back to democracy.

Can't you hear the sound of children crying over the screaming inside your own head?

Numerological, 8647 means that America will become wise in 2025, by the 14th of November. (8+6=14) (4+7=11). America will no longer be satisfied with simple explanations and superficial frivolous misinformation. America will discover that real gold is in asking questions, researching, listening, and awareness ... being "woke". The veil will be lifted. The revolution of understanding begins with no dolls for Christmas. :)

off-beat trump screws democracies on repeat

soundtrack to a set of short documentaries

plastic tears by Byron Haskins

the return

Rope a Dope Big dog climbing up a fence little dog yipping away a whirling water hose over my head. There is no fear of being dead. There is no hope of finding dread. there is no hate in baking bread. there is no anger on my head. Just a water lasso going 'round a climbing dog a lady singing from her balcony for her little pooch to return. © 2014 nPoet9 Publishing. All Rights Reserved. From "Race Relations" by Byron Haskins. Amazon Kindle.

light and easy listening

push back against agent orange

The Front © 2024 nPoet9 Publishing Falling backwards with no friend to catch you. Sliding in the mud with Captain Chaos coloring you blue. No time to stew, we gotta be blunt, Don't go for the punt. We gotta kick out the jams and get into the front. Not the back, not the side, not the bottom - The Front.

p c by Byron Haskins

by my side by Byron Haskins

20 rue twenty-jive by Byron Haskins

a little worn by Byron Haskins

it's not really a political song ...