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.
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.
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.
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
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
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.
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.
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
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.
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
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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?
Sorrow in your eyes
Towers in demise,
What an unpleasant surprise,
listening to childrens cries.
Infection
vs.
Desase
no more STD’s please
it’s not what we need
we’ve got poor to feed
not children to see
how these hearts bleed
from this terrible disease.
If we are all born to Die,
And when we Die, people Cry,
Yet we are predetermined to eternally fry,
deep in the Depths of Hell.
What business do We have keeping Well?
simply just to ring our own bell?
To put off this damnation
is simply procrastination,
Give in to the extermination,
and your ultimate obliteration.
But these beliefs may prove False
so don’t make them deal with the loss
with someone so good as you
its never to late to Start your life Anew
Just end it now
before it gets too much
I dont wanna think about
all the other stuff.
It’s just too much
The thoughts rattle my brain
I’m going insane.
Help me to retain
The normal thoughts that once came
Into my brain.
But now I’ve had too much
I don’t want to think about
That kind of stuff.
So I take the rope
Tie it loose with the hope
That might not end here
But who am I kidding?
The end is near.
I find myself in
a different space,
a different place,
surrounded by strange,
but familiar face.
The yet unknown
intrigues me so,
but it’s still a place,
I’m hesitant to go.
The more I stay,
the more I grow,
the more I realize what I’m
willing to show.
It’s beginning to become
from which we all must roam,
it’s beginning to become
home.
What am I waiting for
if the only thing I have left
is this empty
Screaming
Fucking head?
What am I waiting for
when the very Land
on which I stand
is Dead
And my thoughts and ideas
have all been Bled?
What am I waiting for
when the Ghosts are closing in
and my bleating Heart has fled?
My Mind has Become
an Animal you see,
One I Fear
and It
Fears Me
Give me a Hold
in this sharp and
cold
wall of Rocks,
something that I can grip
and not
Cut Bleed or Slip
for the Fall
is far
into that
Petrifying Mist
and there is No
Coming back
from that black
Abyss.
Original Poetry 