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cant you see?

will the pearly whites just slam shut

and stop that volatile spittle from spewing

i just dont have time to deal with your desires

your agenda is far from first

on the list of what matters at this moment to me


untenanted words

I write songs with no music

I write hooks with no beat

I fly with no wings

I run with no feet

I drive with no wheels

Do you know how that feels?

I think with no brain

They call me insane

I swim with no air

I’m a broke millionaire

I act with no part

I end with no start

I love with no heart

That’s why I’m falling

apart


i guess that’s what drugs are for

take me out of my head

just for a few hours

a few minutes

anything, really.

stop the racing

thoughts of inadequacy

that constantly badger me.

i guess that’s what drugs are for

but they don’t seem like the answer,

not this time at least.

a temporary solution

to this permanent beast.


The Heat of July

Billy walked to his death

and held his head high.

He knew no matter what Judge said

he never told no lie.

He never did shoot that boy,

he wasn’t there that night.

He never did pull the trigger,

he didn’t start no fight.

Now Billy spent the last 4 years

stuck inside a cage.

Barely any sunlight,

only room for rage.

He didn’t let that get him down,

“In my mind I’m free.

I know that I’m innocent,

no matter what they do to me.”

Young Billy walked to his death

and held his head high.

He knew no matter what Judge said

he never told no lie.

Now they tried to say Billy

was a cold and callous killer.

It worried Bill so much,

he could barely eat his dinner.

Billy never hurt no one

he could barely squash a fly,

he was ‘fraid of the charges

and what they could imply.

It was his word against the dead

He knew he stood no chance

They were gonna do away with Billy

without a second glance.

So Billy walked to his death

and held his head high.

He knew no matter what Judge said

he never told no lie.

Billy had one goal today,

to go and die with pride.

He stiffened up that upper lip

and lengthened up his stride.

He walked to the table

and began to shake,

for he knew this was the last time

he’d ever be awake.

So Billy walked to his death

and held his head high.

They killed Billy that day

in the heat of July.


This is what I’m all about

grab a pen

write it down

let your heart

fill up with sound

shout it loud

say it proud

say it one thousand

words per hour.

fill the air

with your breath

the voice you own

that baritone

yell it out

have no doubt,

“This is what

I’m all About!”


Face

Put on that

happy face

and don’t disgrace

the human race

just find your place,

your mind; erase.


Alone

I’m more alone

surrounded by thousands of peers

then I’ve ever been

on my own.


406

Don’t let go, don’t let go. What was once yours, slipping ever so slowly.

Lost focus. Carelessness. Pride.

Tighten your grip, C’mon, before it’s too late. Don’t let go.

Stop standing idle, take control, tighten your grip.

For God’s sake, DO NOT LET GO.

That’s what happens. Juggling the unnecessary and humoring the needless.

Softening your grip.

Now too late, losing all control.

A once bolstering man, reduced to nothing.

Sweaty hands.. Just Don’t let go. Don’t let her go.

 

How did this happen..


Oceanus (son of Uranus and Gaea)

I’m a fucking Hurricane

and you’re the coast of Florida.

I’m the Ocean exploding over Sea-walls

and blasting winds throwing showers of Salt down with waterfalls of rain.

I hope you know how to swim,

Because if you don’t,

you’re going to be drowned and battered

into the hull of a ship

Or buried in an instant

beneath 900 tons of water.

I’m going to fill your lungs

and pull you out to me,

where in a seascape of such immensity

and glorious horrifying Augustial fear

blended with a sky of

Saintly blue-grey smears and Lividus hues,

a soul shaking battle of light and Darkness,

the last thing you will see

is me,

In every direction

as far as you can see

Pulling you into my depths,

Beneath  the waves.

 

 

 


backyardea

remember our back-yard growing up?

all of those kingdoms and nations

and our Indian tribes?

The tree-house that we’d fill with waterballoons

by day

and sleeping-bags by night?

The secrets we’d tell

behind the garage

and the twigs and the mud

remember the hose in the summer-time

and the snow in the winter?

the forts and the acorns?

The cloudy days when we’d sit up the pine tree

or the clear warm nights

when we’d play man-hunt in

the neighborhood?

remember the sound of the leaves rushing through the trees

as the wind would blow?

the army men

and the bow that dad would let us shoot

the old pile of logs that we would find worms in?

remember trying to dig a swimming pool,

but it was just a hole?

when we would hide from Amir

behind those bushes?

remember when we had that old rope to swing on,

hanging from the big tree?

remember when we’d race down the sidewalk

on wagons and skateboards

with old plungers and fist-fulls

of pebbles?

remember going back there to hide

or to cry in the bushes

when we didn’t want to be found?

remember all the army-men

and the times when the world seemed to end

at the fence by Mr. Anseley’s house and the sidewalk

in the front yard?

Well I remember,

and I don’t know why

but it makes me cry


A Drive in the Hamptons

Taking a drive through the Hamptons is like a drive through zoo, and who would’ve knew that Animals could have such pretty cages? I know, it’s Dark, I shouldn’t laugh at them. The sign reads don’t mock the animals. But I don’t Want to mock them! What I Want to do is emancipate them, Just like PETA would have me do. This isn’t how these creatures should be behaving… They shouldn’t need this much medication. Why are they eating that? It’s Unnatural! Ugh that one just shat in her clean drinking water and then flushed it away down a pipe, What’s wrong with her? Wait upon closer inspection it appears They’re killing their own, as a part of some sort of Masochistic game, all they care about is themselves! Others are dying and suffering and fighting wars to support these imprisoned trolls…It’s as if they’re drinking the Blood of the Earth and all It’s inhabitants and calling it Romane Conti, as if they are Worship-worthy Kings of the Jungle dressed in Versace! This isn’t a zoo anymore, these aren’t animals…They’re Monsters. I don’t want to set monsters free. I guess they’re better off inn their cages. Get me out of here, because I’m done pretending. I don’t belong, And I don’t want to.


A Visitor In the Night

old Mephistopheles

may’ve tricked Faust,

but he won’t

get me


I’m Listening

I spoke with God today,

Out in the Ocean off of Brigantine New Jersey specifically,

near the south jetty.

God said storm clouds

and sheets of rain,

Whipping West winds and swells high as trees.

God said seagulls hung in the slate-gray sky

like kites over the Ocean

And blasts of arctic spray on my back,

and the Taste

of salt in my mouth.

I said tears and hoots

wordless howls and hollers.

I laughed and coughed up lungfulls of that batismal water

and let those winds rip through my salt-stiff hair.

I gave my body to the water

To God

I let it throw me and bury me

envelope me

Destroy me, if that was what God desired.

Yet God said a wet Marco stumbling out onto the beach,

smiling like a lunatic.

God happened to be eating at the same pinelands barbecue pit as I,

for I saw God in the faces of old wrinkled laughing African-American men and women,

and in the children playing in the sandy parking lot

among the pine cones and dried needles.

I saw God again that night, in the light of the setting sun

reflecting off of the sign for Route 40

and in the fireworks in the summer night

Exploding over the Pine Barrens

and in a flipped over Jeep on the side of the road,

flaming and spitting out smoke.

It’s been some kind of day


Helplessness

You are Helpless because you make it so,

and therefore

You disgust me.

The helpless

Cannot

be helped;

Let them snivel in their self-inflicted

Wounds and woes.

Get up

and take

what is yours to possess,

or fade.


HaHa Ha!

If all this is a joke,

Why aren’t you laughing?

It’s so fucking funny,

Oh my god

I think I’m winning

this game…

If you want to be

a winner with me,

Than you’d better do the same.


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.


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.


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.


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.


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 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.


Organized Religion

You’re not above me

you just nudge me

in the direction you think I ought to go.

You don’t know me

so don’t show me

that you think you know more than He.

No one knows more

than the divine one,

(but maybe the divine one’s son)

bar none.

Just cause a guy

with a big old hat

gave you a pat on the back

and said you could be a priest

till you get fat

doesn’t mean you can tell me

gay people are whack

what kind of love is that?


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