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Monthly Archives: December 2011

The Funny Man

the funny man stands

mic in hand

and stares at his watch.

he’s three minutes in

and can’t even begin

to remember his next joke.

his hands start to sweat

and he begins to regret

signing up for this open mic.

as his dream slowly dies

he begins to realize

a forgotten little piece of advice,

happiness is the key to life.

smiled, and with this rejuvenation

he regained his reputation

and killed it that night in the city basement.

 

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care free days

give me back my innocence

my freedom

my care free days

take the weight of the world from my aching shoulders

and cast it away

i am anchored down by tangible things

my mind in the chains of society

i long to break free!

to shatter the shackles that suppress my thoughts and actions

give me back my life


Mountain Man

A Mountain Man with Grizzly Eyes

Lives on Land in Mountains High

He runs like a Beast and

Beneath the Starlit Sky he sleeps

Mountain Man in Mountains High

In love with Wilderness Uncivilized

Screams at the Trees and

Howls with the Wind

In Wilderness Uncivilized,

Until one Day

Men take him Away

From his Land beneath the Sky

And Dress Him in clothes and

bring him to the Town

There they tell the Mountain Man

To sleep in House and wear Hat and Buttoned

Jacket,

The Mountain Man drinks Whiskey and Wine

and People all say

How He’s doing Fine,

All Dressed up and Drinking the wine

But at Night the Mountain Man can

Still see the stars

And he knows that beyond the Cold, Stone walls

of Chaotic civilized Town,

There was the Mountain

And when he is in bed he sobs quietly

the tears roll Down his Roughened skin

But the Men of the Town

had said it’s a Sin

To live where there is No God

So the Mountain Man stayed and

Lived out his Days

In the Barbarically civilized Town

And at Night his very Soul would Ache and

silently He cried

Quietly and All Alone until

Mountain Man had

Died


The Real Othello

The young moor

crept through the door

into the boudoir

to continue his amour.


Want

There is a place

where demons run free

And angels hide

And Fear looks at you behind sunken eyes.

It is a place thought to be low

many know of it

but few want to go.

Seven layers said Dante

but i say more

Amaranthine, Glorious, Great, giddy, gore.

Eternal suffering,

Everlasting punishment,

make you wonder if you are even sentient.

A place where you pluck out your eyes to see

but hell can be heaven

if you want it to be.


Havoc

Down Desert Road,

Beneath hot scorching sun,

Dusty air fills rasping lungs

Eyes squinted against bright, bleached sand

In naked, ruined, forgotten land

Empty streets where Hope is vacant

and even forgiving God has forsaken

Where a child is hidden in a

Dark lightless basement

while white women sleep

In a plush white bed so sweet

When fires burn in godless streets

and Wild Men scream at a night with no stars

from bullet-ridden frames of skeletal cars

Murdering, raping, consuming

with Hearts unmoving

The remnants of a once proud people

now Broken and lost

to the Hideous costs

of greed and becoming Rapacious

once pious now Faithless,

In Hellish wastes

materialistic Visions of a white races

Still burning Hatreds

In Forgotten land

Where even now

In empty dream

A sinner screams

out to the Sky

for Punishment but receives none

But the Shit in his own Mind

then tell me who the Fuck really won?

When murderers fall to knees

and from bleeding Lips

come crying Pleas

and spilling Hallelujah

To the only thing they can still

Pretend they believe in

And Violently

Wretchedly

he slumps down to the dirt

In a tearless

Empty

Lifeless cry

and all the World

could not care

Why


Tomorrows

Don’t wallow over hopeless sorrows

you can always look to a better tomorrow.


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