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.
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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?
STD’s vs. STI’s
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.
Born to Die
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
End It
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.
Different
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.
Lost
I’m swallowing this sadness
Licking the sweat off these bitter lips
I’m drowning in this crass-ness
Unsure of what’s next
I’m blinded by life
I’m struggling to see
I’m holding on to whatever
Seems closets to me
I’m digging in deeper
Plowing heels into dirt
Trying to stay upright
Just to avoid the hurt
So desperate to hold on
To whatever seems right
Life is just a mere eidolon
But it’s worth the fight
Just to give up
It would be so easy to go
Not sure if ill stick around
For the end of the show
I’m swallowing this sadness
Liking the sweat off these bitter lips
I’m drowning in this crass-ness
Unsure of what’s next
(Poem by Frank Wang)
A stranger passes on the other side
He does not notice me
I notice him and turn away
We pass each other
The end.
Mindless Self Indulgence
This is
mindless self indulgence.
The way it penetrates
from within,
and shows right through
your skin.
This all consuming
always looming
mindset that you’re in.
This is
mindless self indulgence
and its going to do you in.
Break Free
Why must we feel constrained
by the fabrics of our clothing?
by the confines of our home?
by the limits of our knowledge?
by the boundaries of our city?
Not me,
I say,
Break free!
Break free from these so called
limitations.
these so called ends.
create a new limit, a new end.
Become your own person,
and encourage your friends!
If each of you had one
new thought,
imagine the ideas we could have!
Don’t try to be me
and I won’t try to be you.
Create and reinvent yourself
make a new you,
the real you,
the true you.
Lost
Swallowing sadness
I sit in fear
of losing someone i love, so dear
think to the good times we’ve had in the past,
wishing it didn’t go by so fast
is there any way to make this last?
Goodbye
Why can’t this be a happy trip?
go ahead tuck in that pouty lip.
Sure this is the time to say goodbye,
but everyone knows all things must die.
It’s just a matter of where and when,
so here’s to you my unbelievable friend.
Just know that my love (and appreciation) will never end.
And maybe, someday we’ll meet again.
This is Your Brain
The Internet
is my brain.
Filled with
downloadable knowledge
and google searches.
no one thinks,
the answer’s at your
fingertips.
just believe the
wikipedia page
and continue life
within the cage.
Unfamiliar Feelings
Doom & gloom
Sitting in my room
Looking at the moon, Till the break of noon
Gathered thoughts about to boom
Hope these unfamiliar feelings end soon
Some Might Say (180 degrees continuation)
180 degrees can change my life
as i sit here stabbing the air with this knife
should i turn around and end it now?
or continue this life beneath this frown?
Well, some say yes
and some say no,
but I’m here to tell you
it doesn’t matter which way you go.
‘Cause you all end up
in the same place,
in the same time,
face to face with the thing
you may deem divine.
And that’s God.
God is the magical one,
the mysterious one,
the one that may seem to be having
all the fun.
He’s playing with the puppets,
and you’re the one
that’s doing his wishes
and not having fun.
But I’m not here to tell you
what’s false and what’s true,
I’m here to tell you that
you decide what you do.
I’m not here to tell you
what’s right and what’s wrong
I’m here to tell you that
you do belong.
Even though you’re self-esteem
may be gone.
Success by Rachel Forster
If I was successful would you put your arms around me
And remember the ways in which I’d changed your life?
Or would my success intimidate you?
Make you less likely to change the world?
Success will not ensure that you influence hearts
Nor guarantee you feel any more loved
The surprise truth is: to love equals success
If you can accept who you are,
Whilst seeking to grow each day
And love others as their need is.
Then you have real success
You don’t need to be successful to have love
But you do need to love to be successful
Home
A place where you go
to get away.
A place where, if you want,
you can stay.
A place where troubles
pass you by.
A place with sweet, delicious,
homemade pie.
A place where you can go
when you feel so alone.
What place is this?
This place is Home.
Life on Mars?
do you think
there’s life on Mars?
when you look up to
those endless stars?
do you think
we can live on the moon?
if life on Earth ends soon?
lets start a tavern
way up on Saturn.
would you say i’m a genius
if I could get to Venus?
let’s lead a platoon
all the way to Neptune.
Yes God?
If you look to God,
you might see,
there’s a plan for you
and a plan for me.
but for me and you
and you and me
who does he want?
what can we be?
Rush
Rush to the stage
three hours early.
just to see those lights.
the extra-ordinary orgasm of sound.
Cannot wait for them to start
“closer to the heart”
feel the release of your stress
“Aboard the Thailand Express”
Geddy Lee takes up the bass
not but ten feet from your face.
The essence and presence
of the one Neil Peart
with this music how can the world feel hurt?
The sweet music flies by
“Tears that fall from eyes that only cry?”
A sight only this show can provide your eyes
“Follow men’s eyes as they look to the skies”
The last killer rift from Alex Lifeson
and this wonderful spectacle is done.
i am the earth
the blur that is, that was,
the feeling of a lifetime
has been crushed
and battered,
beaten and bruised.
being told you have to choose
win or loose,
to tie your own noose
no.
no.
no.
i will not,
CANNOT
be told that i am anything less or more
then the person who i was born to be!
i am the sky
i am the earth
for all it is
and for all it is worth!
i will show you
and you will learn
to breath free
to sleep easy
to live!
as you were meant
to be
Guerrillero Heroico
Wild-eyes
Gleaming with
a Deadly pride
and with Unifying drive as his guide,
the Revolutionary seeks to find out why
these Capitalist octopuses Try
to exploit and buy
Innocent lives,
his Unimaginable motivation
and suicidal dedication
Is his own Enemies creation;
Latinos who can’t read
and pregnant woman who
Work until their fingers bleed,
It’s time for change!
Dictators, corruption, keeping us in chains!
exploitation and violence surrounds,
It’s time to get up off the ground!
Wasting our time fueling grinkos corporations
Brothers and sisters,
Pick up your gun!
Bullets and Blood calling his heart,
Hate is what makes The fire start
within his mind, Driving his advance
Action is the chance!
Brothers and Sisters!
can’t you see they must die?
Now Communists, Russians
with Ballistic missiles!
Defying the forces of inhumanity,
He’ll realize that He cannot Die;
deadly intelligence in his eye
Courage pulsing through his veins with every motion,
Proud, Stoic.
Admirable to sway emotion,
Determination as cannot be found!
Nothing will stand in his way,
traitors have a price to pay.
Animalistic, blood-thirsty hunger for
the heads of sadistic Leaders
who would betray their people
to blinding greed!
in His unstoppable onslaught he strives to lead
a people to victory but
Now they call me
Gruesome, ruthless,
However truthless
they may be, I am made
the Enemy;
When government is no longer ‘fair,’
Revolution
is in the Air,
and he will be there
Space
Let your mind wonder
as you begin to ponder
what we deem to be life.
Feel your body sink
as you begin to think,
the next logical step, death.
Feel your mind release
and you might feel at peace
free from the distractions of the world.
Now it may seem
as if you’re in a dream,
but reality will come rushing back.
Slap you dead in the face,
pull you down from space,
cause life can do that sometimes.
Sunlit Dinner
There is nothing better
than a sunlit dinner.
Follow with your eyes
as the sky
goes by
And take a sip
of your lemon drink.
As you stare off into space
let your mind erase,
let your soul escape
into a peaceful place.
There is nothing better
than a sunlit dinner.
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