Tag Archives: poetry

Normal

Normal is

conforming to society

Normal is

10 days sobriety

Normal is

being cool

Normal is

B’s in school

Normal is

nothing, not even a word

Normal is

nothing, the word is absurd.


Deviance

When the result is Success,

How can I be Wrong,

And How can there be Progress

If we Never change the Song?

How can Someone See

If their Eyes are Halfway shut,

And How can something Be

If it’s throat is Always Cut?

What makes Good,

And What makes Bad,

If Holy-men Killed, would

Criminals be Sad?

If there were no Bloodshed

Then Nations could Not Rise,

And How could Trees Grow

If Nothing ever Dies?

Lubricity and Deviance

Metastasize like a Cancer,

A Mournful,

Blissful Grievance

Smiling with

the Answer


Music Man

the music man plays his dream

with each blow of his horn

and strum of his strings

he plays for happiness and joy

the music man who plays for profits alone

is no music man at all

but a businessman

a man who does not see the light

the music man pities the businessman

for he will never know

and the music man will know all


The Farmer

With strength and courge

and a furrowed brow,

the old man picked up his rusty plow.

He walked out to the field

bent down, kneeled,

and prayed before begining.

He prayed for past days,

the ones withered away.

He prayed he was far from his dying day.

But once in the field,

he never did yield

to the task he was set to do.

Once he was done

in the blistering sun

and his shadow was long and thin,

he took back to his house

where he sat with a bottle of gin.


Suits and Ties

Open Eyes

And Walking into

Suits and Ties

Wondering who

Sees the Lies

If one Knew

Individuality Dies,

Those who do

Open Eyes

(I am one too,

as I realize)

Can Only Feel blue,

And sometimes cries

As we march out the Doors,

Into Suits and Ties


I Feel Lonely

i feel lonely

at this train-stop i must wait

there is paper blowing in the wind

my only company is a paper cup

strange….it is whiter then a pearl

and onto the iron i will step

because i feel lonely


Songbird

why does the songbird sing?

it sings for love.

it sings for peace.

it sings for hope.

why does the song bird weep?

it weeps for hate.

it weeps for viloence.

it weeps for judgment.

why does the songbird fly away?

it flies away because you make the songbird weep.


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.

 


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.


Frontier

Out into the Frontier

We ride

Our Hearts filled with Fear

And Foolish Pride

Into broken Horizon

And slate coloured Waves

Rain pours on

Over hollow caves

Of water and Cold

The roll of Thunder

Seals our Last oathe sold

To skeleton hands that drag us under

The moving hills are tombs

In the place that is Never still,

Where Liquid Mountains boom

As their Hollow caverns fill

And Empty waves

Pound away in the Madness

Nothing else saves

Us from our Sadness.

Out into the Frontier

We ride,

To Disappear,

To Hide.


Hurt

Speaking in front of someone who still can hear

With distaste and a mean-hearted sneer

As if the listener has no ears

Hurts  😦


Sounds

How can I be loud

When I try to Shout

No sounds come out?

How can Sounds have meaning

When they are intangible

untouchable and Receding?

How symbolic are the syllables

That leave my lips

Or are the markings engraved on Ancient crypts?

How are the sounds of falling leaves

Less beutiful then

A piano’s keys?

Sounds may seem comprehensible to fools

Who aren’t frustrated with a Language’s

Elegance, intricacy, it’s rules

But the thoughts that die within my head

Might in the darkness illuminating

Light be shed

Were not for sounds to make us see the World

To which we might all be bound

Like bats which scream at the Night to see

What Are Sounds?

A mystical phenomenon of Noise to me,

But not hearing the sights in front of you

Selfdestructing, absolute choleric,

Your eyes would misconstrue

The Sound we hear

Is all around shouting howling at the

Sky smashing anger and fury are distinct,

but Listening

is Extinct


Ashamed

Face bent in an

Unending frown and

Unhappily laughing

at Fraudulent company

Trying to fit in to a

World with standards

That are seemingly

Unreachable, untouchable

sired by masked butchers

Struggling to be herself

when she is Afraid

she isn’t good enough

Hungrily staring at

the screen and Desperately

trying to create

that Illusion

that Everything she does

isn’t just to protect this

delusional structured Pattern

of Pity and misguided intention

and flattering Insanity

Her mind lost in a

Societies Venomous touch,

confused and Sometimes

Regretting her Whole-hearted

Devotion to fit in

to this Television world

of glamorous Emptiness

and Sometimes

Hating herself

for falling scared

Helpless and shackled, in

Invisible chains does she

freely walk about,

Seeing the World

through a distorting haze

her vision Fades

with Eyes half-shut

The Infernal, complex,

and Invincible structure

that Haunts her in

her dreams and drives

Her Insaine that

she is obsessed

addicted and

Ashamed


Teeth

In the shade of Night when you are all alone Nobody is there And you wimper and moan And the Devil calls No sound escapes when you try to scream When you close your eyes tight And squeeze your hands in prayer To God that isn’t there When you’re in the Dark and there is No light In the shade of Night When you are scared In the Blackness all around you, there are Ugly Razor Murder teeth and lidless eyes that never sleep and Satan is there Trembling Nightmare Absolute horror Just close eyes tight and wait

All because of Hate


Wolf

Hair grown long

And Nails are sharp

Teeth are barred

And shoulders up

Grinning with

animalistic lust

Snarling fangs

and paws for hands

Into the woods,

To Wolfish lands


The Endless Race

When you want something

you just don’t know.

How do you get

somewhere you can’t go?

Dream of stars and space

will I ever win this endless race?

Be all that you can be,

well I tried but it’s taking an eternity.

No where to run,

no where to hide,

just left behind these sunken eyes.


The End

The beginning

will be like

The End


Trap

Broken, Shattered, rundown Dreams Incomplete

In the streets black spiritualists preach

As Pipe-fiends weep Because their children won’t

Speak

And Forever they’ll sleep

In the dirt lot across the Street

Buried beneath the trash and the Filth and

Betrayed with Deciet

Of Freedom when we are born

In a Prison

And we teach Ourselves,

Although many don’t learn and

we who do reach

And we reach

Desperately Beseeching in a World

Full of Villains and creeps and to

God they entreat to grant Salvation

to the World we created

In the Projects where

Darkness only grows

In the Pockets of the Criminals

Holding Dope for dealers and cash

Flows into Selfishness and Greed

And the Government misleads and Fear

and Anger breed beneath the

Streetlights and wired Fences

is where the seed is planted and

Wickedness starts in the Hearts of the

Landlords of the Tenements

and broken glass covered streets

And Crumbled concrete

and the Cities Heartbeat is

Is Never at peace

Only the Bullets can release and

Murderers hold the Keys


Nocturnal

What if there was a society

of nocturnal humans?

who slept by day

and worked by night?

which side

would you chose?


Chaos

Chaos begins as

the shark lies in wait beneath.

Then swims up and sinks his teeth

into the lonely swimmer.

Will just one be enough for this sharks dinner?


Utopia

A Utopian society can never be achieved

because with knowledge

comes power and greed


Morning’s Song

The gull’s calls

And Sea-grass whispers

The silvery gray

of early Light

Ocean glimmers

Each wave washes

And cleans the beaches

Mournful mirages

of yesterdays sorrow.

Morning’s Song, teach me

how to live and how to die

Wind, shake my bones cold

Sea, make me Alive

Saintly clouds overhead loom

clean me and fill me as I march

Into the Sea, Into the Sea

The Morning’s Song


the whim

There once was a boy, tall and thin

who took a train ride on a whim

the train took him to the depths of hell

where he sat a rang a solitary bell

and in the early morning when the clock struck thrice

he was fed a single bowl of plain, white rice

this is how he spent his lonely days

his mind stuck in a foggy haze

he decided one day to try and leave

only to find the devil is impossible to decieve

so he was stuck there in the depths of hell

ringing his lonely, solitary bell


Fast Sounds

fast Sounds

crawl toward me like a shark

swimming through the silence

cut through my brain

when they pierce my ear

all I can hear are diamonds

cause I’m in love with this Noise.

the Noise has betrayed me

the Noise is a whore

the Noise doesn’t play for my ears anymore


Blink Vitae

i’m living as a sieve

a bucket brimming with sand

until the rice and ashes

slip through the fingers of the hand