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Pain

Try to run from it but

the ground is

a treadmill. Try

to fight it but

you’re punching

a brick wall. Try

to hide from it but

it’s impossible to hide

from yourself.

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A Confession to Happy Land

I’m doing it again, and I’m letting it happen Even though I know That in the end, the only one who gets Hurt, the real Loser, Is me. I can’t seem to stop destroying myself in a most unique way; Am I running? No; Am I crying? No; In fact, I feel Galvanized, and quite alive, Titanically aware of my existence, and yet, in this world where so many are not, I seem to be falling behind. Through these truths I have found myself in a place where I can’t make myself care about money or social institutions and it is this lack of concern which is destroying me. Now I cannot decide at this crossroads which path to follow; Just because the road I am on leads to destruction, does that make it wrong? My being sits, Calm as snow and still as Night, A peace I’ve never known, As I walk into oblivion, and cut myself to pieces. The contradiction of my current state perplexes me but does not scare me; There is no fear. The fact that I can recognize this paradox gives me Strength and smooths me like an Ocean-stone; And thus with clear mind and perfect peace, I selfdestruct.


Time to Go

Let’s disappear

for more than a year,

and become less than a ghost

in the Ivory Coast.


End of Evolution

Systems evolve

and creature evolve

Situations evolve

As the planets revolve

Feelings evolve

and plants evolve

Relationships evolve

and then dissolve

Spirits evolve

and landscapes evolve

Conflicts evolve

and then resolve

But today,

the Earth stops it’s spinning

and the muzzles of the guns have

gone cold and quiet;

the clouds have frozen

and thought has halted

and inchworms

have stopped their inching.

This is the End of Evolution.


Get High

Get high to get paid

Get paid to get high

Get paid to get laid

Get laid to get by

27

Happiness is the savior of none

But the killer of some

All the 27′s who died

Were searching for something

Or someone.

Roulette

Let’s play roulette

With toy soldiers

You life and

Four boulders

You slip it’s all over

The exit; don’t show her


Within

Within you lies

A symphony

That only

You can make sing,

A chorus that only heeds to

Your voice.

A concert all to

Yourself.

 

The limitless

Boundless

Infinite

Universe of

Your imagination

Is there for the taking,

 

Grab hold!

There is no earthly way of knowing

Which direction you might be going,

Flowing down interminable rivers

Into vast seas

And small crannies.

 

Fly through

The intricateness of

Your mind,

Make all that you see,

Be what you want it to be.

 

It’s all here

In your head

And your mind will help

You on the way to greatness,

There is no doubt about that.


End

Just smile,

grit your teeth,

say “Fuck It”

and jump…

the pavement wants a kiss.


Dynamics

Don’t try to live forever

Just try to live for now.

Life without death

Is not really living.

 

There is an interesting dynamic

Between life and death.

There is an interesting dynamic

Between love and sex.

 

You can’t find love in a hole.

But you can find love in

Warm places

In friendly faces.


Angel

I’ve got an angel

On my shoulder but

The devil’s staring me down

Tried and trying

To keep that frown

Right side down.


15 Minutes

Jump, Shout

Scream, loud

the Game has just been Won.

slow, down

feel, now

the moment you want is Here

live, Now

feel, how?

not what you’d expect

soft, done

now, run

never thought — regret.


The Girl

As she got on her knees,

she was ready,

thoughts running through her head,

sure seemed heavy.

Just do it,

don’t think,

as she grabbed the shaft,

and put it in the hole

where she would laugh.

Oddly warm

and feeling right,

this sure did give her,

much delight.

She was happy now,

and he would be too,

with one quick breath,

she finally blew.

She reached out her hand

coddling the base of the gun,

she pulled the trigger,

now she’s done.


Old Blood

Old Blood

Movin Slow

inside my

Old Pipes,

Old Veins,

thick with

that Deep

Dark Blood

Flowin Slow

Pumped an Pushed

along by this

Old heart,

Old Hands Shakin

Tired of Gettin

Older every instant

Don’t get

Out much,

Stuck here in

this Old

House with

Old books

an Old ghosts

Murkin in

the corners

an along

Those Old

Wooden stairs,

Old halls,

an Old

photo-covered

Old Walls

Where the

Old black

Eyes of

Old, Dead

friends an Brothers

follow me,

watchin me

in everythin

I doin

with those

Old smiles

that ended

Long ago.

Old Blood an

Shakin Hands,

the whole worl

jus what I

can see

from Behind

Old moth-eaten’d

drapes and

old screens,

Quiverin Knuckles achin’

as they

wrap round

m knife

And A

final cry

that comes

out Old

quiet an dry

Nothin’s the

Same an I’m

the last

one left

O that

Old generation

‘xtink like

dinosaurs

Old History

writin down

in some

Old Book,

Not offin read,

just lyin

forgotted on

the shelf,

collekin dust

Sittin in

a pool O

Old Blood

Bleedin

Dyin

in an

old Chair in

an Old House

Thinkin how

Long’ll it

be ‘fore

some-un finds

One Old

Dead Man

who already

Died

years Ago


Imaginarium

Greetings, My inQuisitive Imagineers,

My So-journers and Spirit-ed Volunteers,

Consciousness, (and Less), Pioneers.

I am being sincere and,

though it may be unclear,

(and seemingly quite queer)

That I herald a message most severe,

no mere veneer,

but the Austere Premier of Idears!

So listen Closely with those rabbit ears

and Try to Listen close enough to Hear.

It is no joke that with-in you lies

A thousand million Rainbow ties,

Your immaculate,Invincible virgin Mind,

strung to Every particle, from here to the

End of Time!

And listen closely I implore,

for I feel you’ll like what I have in store;

The trick to it, you see,

(and I’m sure you’ll agree)

Is to pluck These Strings and

make them Sing

A song you want to Hear!

And no longer hold old  Reliances

upon the familiar laws of physical sciences,

but rather Unleash

this unreplicated Pastiche

and let the molecules

Therein begin

to strum and spin (even draw

a bow across them, like some atomic violin)

And follow the strings

Farther within

and The deeper you go in,

Encased in a Helix of lines,

Learn to read the rhymes and designs

and become redefined in kind

Until you’ve reached the Imaginarium,

A limitless Inter-Galactic planetarium

Such a Theatre as cannot be Found

Unless you make it right here

Rise out of the ground!

And You, my sweetling,

Are a Cosmic Conducter

of the percussion of a Supernovic Rupture!

And you are the Instructor who sings

and pulls upon the Threads of reality

Beyond the Euphoria of Sexuality,

Waving Hands to Orchestrate

as the Strings

of the Universe Reverberate

To the Music of the Nebula’s you Manipulate!

Symphonic, Harmonic,

Ultrasonic, Euphonic,

Electronic!

Let the instrumental stardust of Ecstasy

Set you Free

You Soothsayers

and Truth-sayers.

Imagineers, Grab a Wand

And make all that you see

What you want it to Be.


The Hunter (and His Trembling Prey)

If I were you,

I’d Slowly back away

and go Back the way

I came.

Wolves can sense Fear,

And You

Are Drenched in it

I Hear it Pulsing in your

Chest

And I can Taste it in

your Mouth

And, Let me tell you,

There is Very little

stopping Me

From Tearing out your

Weak, pale Throat

and Gorging on your

Lying Lungs.

To Me, People like

You

Are Prey.


Used

I’m sorry but I feel I’m being taken for

I feel I’m being used

I feel all shaken

I feel I’ve been abused

I’m sick of all these little games

Only leading to more pain

With only so much hope left

I need you to hold on to the rest


I Remember The Day

I remember the day

that Washington burned,

And the bloody bits of JFK

still floating in

that Cuban bay

Hey, Hey, LBJ,

How many Kids

Did you Kill today?

Well, what can I say?

I wasn’t there to count ‘em.

Napalm and Vietnam,

and a broken Saigon

and Viet-cahn,

Now President Saddam

and a Hydrogen bomb;

War.

What is it good for?

Look down and be reminded by your stumps

that you Can’t

Stand Up for your rights,

You left your legs in Afghanistan,

Just like your Dad left His in Iran!

Wheres the Taliban? There they are!

In the twisted scalding nails

And bits of metal  in my Entrails!

In the desecrated monuments

And in the Veiled Females!

The Enemy is in my Head,

And if I shoot him Now,

He will be Dead.


Kings of Nowhere

We are the Kings of Nowhere,

She is the Queen of Nothing

And it tears my heart

to watch her

fall apart

cause all we have is this

empty lot

filled with dreams

that have gone to rot.

And it tears my heart

to watch her

fall apart

because

We are the Kings of Nowhere,

She is the Queen of Nothing


I Guess

In my head, the sun only Rises, but never seems to Set.

As if the end of each day is just a Blurr

with no definitive finish.

I cant distinguish whats a dream and whats Reality.

They say that’s the true meaning of Insanity.

It wasn’t always like this,

maybe I died or am dieing

then again aren’t we all dieing? One day at a time.

We’re just waiting for the right moment to give it a label.


Things Will Be Better

Things must get better,

there’s no way things can get worse.

At least that’s what I’m hoping,

cause I can’t bear the hurt.

Let me out of this pit,

please let me free.

please let this weight stop crushing me.


16

Back to reality

You’re gonna start a family

You’re only 16

What has this life

Done to you?


Wild Mind, a Second Time

Wake up in this bed

but I never fell asleep

what is going on


Winter’s Test

The air is crisp. A serene scent of pine lingers faintly in the frosty air. The sun, poking its dim rays from the heavy clouds, barely exists in the wintry sky. The temperature is around a comfortable thirty degrees. It is a skier’s paradise in Stowe, Vermont today. The snow is extra fluffy, which resembles the texture of a pristine marshmallow. Whoosh! Only the echoes of skiers crunching into the soft frozen precipitation can be heard on the huge mountain. The young eleven-year old is about to commence his expedition down a double-black diamond ski trail. He knows that a double-black diamond is the most challenging trail on the whole mountain.  This truly marks his first risk or challenge at this point in his life. The boy can feel his heart pounding with fear throughout his lean chest. Adrenaline rushes through his veins like the Colorado River runs through the Grand Canyon.

As he looks down at the one hundred degree angle of sheer ice and treachery, the roots of his body formally known as legs are shaking rapidly as he takes his first step onto the slope. He descends down the path, gingerly whisking through the synthetic, powdery snow that the machine just laid down. It is only there to conceal the skiers and snowboarders’ mortal enemy: ice. As he glides over the ice, his razor-sharp edges of the skis carve into the ice, which is synonymous with ice skating. The youthful skier is making his way down the mountain in a rather methodical manner. Pole plant and turn, pole plant and turn. Other skiers watch in amazement as the boy rips through the mountain’s terrain! This shows his maturation, his ability to overcome adversity, and his fears.  The warm, tantalizing aroma of the Waffle Haus invades his nostrils as he reaches the base of the mountain. This marks the conclusion of the double-black diamond trail. Filled with absolute joy, he throws his hands into the air as if he just won the seventh game of the World Series!


Live Fast, Die Fun.

Live fast,

Die fun.

Life life

on the run.

Have a blast

Kick some Ass!

You’re the only one

who can be what you dream

to become.


Balance

don’t loose your nuts

saving your neck.

balance is the key.


The Meaning

The meaning is that of nothing,

The feeling is that of emptiness,

The look is that of blackness,

The sound is that of silence.

Yet,

The Hope is that of tomorrow,

The Dream is that of no sorrow,

The Wish is that of the future,

This is what I shall capture.


Problems

I’ve got some problems

that are impossible to see,

with all of these emotions,

washing over me.

Fade it to the left

and blame it on the sea,

the endless waves are crashing,

battering me.


Flaunt it

you got what you want,

when you want it

you got it,

When you get it,

Flaunt it

Then other people want it.

But don’t

Be a show off

No one likes a

Show off.


The Patch (by Lynn)

It’s not the best time

for an egg to latch,

which is why I decided

to use the patch.

I went to the doctor

for a prescription,

so I can make

beautiful friction.

It may cause a rash,

but this contraceptive uses

only a lil’ cash.

I know this thing

screams “get me laid”

But who could tell

if it looks like a silly “band-aid”

Glad to say I’m safe,

even if the sticker may chafe,

I’m attached to the patch,

even if my hormones lack.


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