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A collection of older stuff, Title is usually the first sentence. =<--Ends the piece
In This moment
When I close my eyes...
Worlds clash together,
Like two cat's eye marbles.
You'd be surprised how time flys.
Turned to stone, lost in thought.
7 million possibilites.
Titanic slug, turned cauldron, Turned pot.
Turned 10 In seven eleven heaven's gate.
I spoke with a friend who knew me then .
Always wondered the study of macabre.
In the second I stand up,
Color fades from the broom.
Making the dancing dust Dance faster.
I can't hum the tune.
Jetfire shotgun propulsions
Cascading from treetops
While the monkey drops the cocoanut.
Nautical sailor,
swearing up storms.
Taverns down below,
past bridges Of Illicit tidings.
I dare not tread, farther down this hole.
I hear inaudible whispers,
I know that cadence.
They speak of that which has no name, only meaning.
The delightfully strange sorrow,
persperates from the glowing windows.
In words, I've come undone.
The past can be dug up In the ocean.
Barnacle encrusted cogwheels.
Turned parts of land with no devastation.
Until the marvel that astounds you.
Swallows you whole.
Make is what you life of it.
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Boy ingenious.
My name sticks out, like a sore thumb.
Reads like pompous piece of pumpernickel
Profound from the broken silly.
I just think of time.
As it passes I will compose.
Only when I get bit in the ass though.
Stale form or strange smoke.
Words of truth or words of lies.
Should the first be last or the last be first?
What should the consolation prize be?
Salty peanuts or fresh air?
How bout a hot wheels emulation flattery racer.
Tracks always sold separately,
But this toy car is good enough For me to move you.
Let's play!!! Vroooom!
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I'm not a writer
I don't know the first thing about writing poetry.
When I first came here I only planned on posting one thing.
These days lately, Hours fly like minutes.
I don't even do anything.
I sit in my chair for hours on end.
Looking and listening and thinking.
I'm just glad to see time fly fast.
It reminds of the joy I find.
In everything.
Nothing
If I am going to write somthing.
I can only hope it moves you.
Love it or hate it.
At least they were moved.
So many far out things I want to create.
They'll always be right in front of me.
So many beautiful and ugly things out there already.
I am an artist.
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Calgon take me away...
When the meek fool spoke.
Emotion got in the way.
He never wanted any of this.
He hated being of one.
In a sea of many.
Allone
He could have told them why.
But in his head he wouldn't listen.
He knows true freedom is absence of everything.
For that is so hard to attain on this plane.
In every loud quiet moment it drives him insane.
So primal this Aether, so easy to see why.
Tethered to reality, through the force of life.
Inside everything whether they know it or not.
The force of life inside you cannot be stopped;
easily.
For that takes time;
And reason.
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What did you expect?
God's omnipotent love.
Everywhere.
In the sky,
in the birds The trees and the grass.
Inside the crying soul,
Of loves ever present past.
Summer Madness; Consumes me.
Last night a piece of my childhood Burned down next door.
So what? That place smelled of piss and must.
True, but that piss and must reminded me of childhood lust.
For living. In the moment. Learned how to play pool, played skeeball. Arcade games and pinball. Candies and pops. Movies and porn.
The fire burned all night.
That was Danz Video.
Now it's just rubble.
Aspects of memories can't always last in the physical.
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He trusted me
The genious; that is insanity,
that is love, that is art immatating life as art.
A Kaufman concept that is beautiful.
Don't get me wrong, I trusted you!
The slow breakdown Of making the same choice Over and over again.
With the same result.
Expecting somthing different.
Intimately insane.
Which can become over bearing.
Say the same words with each color of feeling.
They will all shine.
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Inevitable Annihilation?
As I hear the war drums pounding
See lines being drawn in the dirt
The sad silent screams,
Casulties of WAR!
Crying out into battle as the end justifies the means.
Weeping infinitely, for no cause Of mesurable significance.
To conquer in the name of.
To kill in the name of.
Precious resources, Corrupt cash made of debt.
Sigh's from Apathetic news reports
Keep them in a state of fear and confusion.
Make sure we have enough of everything
To contradict each undertaking.
Dec. 24, 2012
A fear was lifted.
The end is not yet in sight.
They are standing up all around us.
Orwellian nightmare, Not yet.
If They kill hurt or maim in the name of.
Our backs will bend toward their plight.
In this politicaly correct 1st world.
Please god, not yet; Give them clarity.
Cause war never determines who wins;
Only who's left.
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My Guardian Angel
Ok you dreamer, you fool.
Silly stupid man of a thousands masks.
People are going to hurt you.
You are going to hurt yourself.
You NEED to allow it.
You HAVE to allow it.
You have to ask yourself why.
Your scared of being loved.
Your scared of being hated.
Just take a second.
Reflect on things.
You know it's not so bad.
You always make moutains, Of mole hills.
Just take a second.
Breath in the timpani's crescendo.
Exhale your doubt.
Watch the bird in sky.
Let your mind fly with him.
You are loved.
You are not alone.
You are an extension of everyone.
You are a helping hand. Your a listening ear.
Your irrational passhion for humanity.
Wounds you deeply.
But it's your best trait.
Don't ever lose it.
Remember, if what you seek;
You find not within;
You will never find it without.
Sincerely, you from the future.
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See hear lungs
I am aspect of the minds eye.
I hold all energies in motion.
I can contort distortion Over any portion,
Within grasp I breathe the dust
Cough stammer Continue.
I blast away with jackhammer words.
Give me a sec to wipe my brow.
I breath the dust.
Stammer cough continue.
Vi*vi*vi*brating! What's your vibration set at?
Cause and effect.
Breath is dry.
I breathe the dust
Cough stammer Continue.
Little big statements.
Tumbleing swirling twirling.
Grasping examineing
Better understanding.
I breathe the dust
Cough stammer Continue.
The wheels in my eyes always spinning.
I should get rid of them.
They always decieve me.
And I don't need those to see.
I breathe the dust
Cough stammer Continue.
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Trust Me
Fall in love and be like us.
We're so strong, be like us.
Conform your form to love someone else.
Fall in love and be like us.
I fell into a vase made of love and broke it.
Society will tell you, you are nothing.
Without a significant other.
So fall in love and be like us.
Watch your movies, notice how they sell love.
Read your books, notice how they write love.
Notice how your conditioned to feel, when deciding to abstain.
So fall in love and be like us.
Okay so I just fall back and trust that you catch me?
Ok here goes...
(falls backward) *SLAM Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow
DAMN IT! I should have known.....
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If there ever was a bluebird
Tapping in time, composing a rhyme. Extrapolate if the data is incomplete. Breaths from horns lulling and pacifing ugred regression. Superstition lacking the grey's of Dorians immortality. The test rolls around on the ground, searching for answers. Gift wrap my left shoe for Easter. Ringing and tapping hisses outside the dormatory, laden based structered audio elephants posing as genocidal handymen. Pick a number between 1 and ? That's how. Your correct in your green jeans. Tormented fire busting down the door. A swizzle stick in chances; lost beauty tossed like inanimate ragdolls. The 7's got the wagon tonight. Grumpy head thunder pots blowing smoke upside the under crivaces of the ram horns. Depths of visual inocculation stimlated by symbols of Terra interwoven atomsphere delicately glazing my eye the world spins lopsided anyway. Dance stwhirl around in your chair. A dangerous man lost his life tonight. Impression water lily soul tacking on advances in ancient medicine.
The allegory grew.
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A dollar short and a day late
I'll always be a drifter.
In and out of lives that reach out.
If anything, I'm like a genie who gets summoned.
I'll always be here, like the dirt on the ground
. It's just what I do.
I'll try to make them smile.
Cause that is what I would want. Wouldn't you?
Drifting down the stream of life.
Like a twig.
If I get stuck on the sideshore,
I'll talk to the life that surrounds me.
It's all I can do.
Cause if your going to take somthing out;
Be sure to put somthing back.
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On hate and intolerance...
Their all terrible, Every last one.
I see the truth everday.
In what they say.
Hurry up and make it crumble.
Such a travesty, self imagined Important beings.
Take me out. Take them all out, death.
Sap the life out of me.
So we can have that cup of tea.
Tell me stories of what's in store.
For humanity.
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Decades
The hippies said "peace and love".
The yuppies said "greed is good"
Generation x is ageing.
Media plays of immaculate staging.
Intelligence, yes. Robotic, yes.
Critical thinking, no.
Immaterial happiness, no.
Reduce reuse recycle.
Imagination station.
Sickles of thought.
Cutting on the plantation.
Platonic realations.
Abstained from sex.
Clothes made in India.
Bought in America.
Society declines into it's own demise.
Darkness envelopes this land.
But from where you sit. You can't see it.
Radiation, across the nations.
Infinite power, harnessed foolishly.
Bikini Atol, cherynobel, 3 mile island, Fukashima.
Half-life of 30 years.
Was it worth it?
Trial and error.
Always.
(never)
Cancer, damaged endocannabioid system, dna.
Iodine salvation.
Depleted uranium war games with Sovreign nations.
Dissconnections from nuclear families.
Will spell ruin for the future generations.
We need to stop changing.
We need to hold on to steadfastness.
Don't believe the movies.
Sex is the least important thing.
A realationship should be based on friendship first.
If one consumes in the carnal desires 1st.
Failure has already been written.
Don't forget the old ways that pioneered our civilisation.
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Speedbag Ego Punching
it isn't hard to see in overly civilised world how it's easier to be cynical. Immediate satisfaction can be a distraction. It turns on itself, bittersweet quickness. Conveience convinced convolution. Carries the pill poppin peoples in asac. A phone to plan and distract. Extract from the sensible situation. On a digital soapboxunderinvestigation I am the charlatan, serious scraper of scars. Dance in the fire, Solace of the cold dark. It's warm and inviting. That's why I'm not fighting. I just don't understand them. Zooming thru words, Processed so slowy. That's why the little things get overlooked. Who's horizontal sky line is falling faster? You know what I need. But take what you want. Twist it, like my spine. It clicks, I feel relief. Your divine. So fine.
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Elementally Concious
skyrim ost
I can feel everything. I can sense with crazy intuitiveness Arousal pheremones infatuation Sidestepping every right move. I see best with my ears. I accept every sound vibration. Rolling landscapes warm strings. The hope and furrows of plights. Adventure reigns supreme in the lorry soul. Elemental focus in the bowk. Bring up the fire; affection, passion and charisma Bring up the water; Life Fertility rebirth Bring up the air; communication, spirit, breath Bring up the earth; accomodater of life, Unifying, consecrator Presently gifted & grafted And sewn into being. Prepare to set sail at half mast.
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Character Connection
Doom and gloom. Black clouds cold rain. Just over me Where I stand. Always looking up, In the sky. On a hilltop. Seeing something. It's okay, I probably deserved it. Clouds bursting forth magic. With my friends around and a glow. Might as well leave it. Let these stories be told.
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Removable Stuffing
Elastic purple skies stretch out litigation. Hesitation towards castration spells impregnation. Ideas galore spent in misty green nimbus chairs. Seeing red, then tickled pink. Fervently floating from future flamenco dancers. Free to do what they tell me.
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Knocking at my Door
Best advice I could give Don't listen to me. My heart is turning black. I am tired. So tired. I'll sigh and give a yes. In my heart of hearts. I know where we go. Why we stay. Why we hold on. Hope will light the way. For it is where we turn when all seems lost. Please come in and sit down. Are you hungry? Can I offer you somthing else? Perhaps a cold drink? To quench your thirst. Weary traveler, do you need a place to rest your head? Why don't you tell me about your travels? Tell me what you've seen while I break this bread. Yes, this is my home. It's small I know, It suits me just fine though.
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Silver Potbelly Bust
I cannot help but laugh; As I peer in the window. And think Oh Paul! Just like Kathy Bates. It's a nice way to get kicks. It's a good reason to write. Paul Sheldon... I'm your number one fan! Yea I'm mocking. Cause sexy electric seductive misery Loves the boogie woogie bugle boy from company B.
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Will you Press the button? A machine cannot press it's own self destruct button. But YOU can. Your a bonafide homosapien. Just type DELETE In the add comment section. I will purge myself from the system. Cause that's all I am. A biomechanical indentured servant. With a plastic tongue. If you need a hero Strong and silent. I'm your man. If you need a villian. Quiet and schemeing. I'm your man. To keep or to destroy. The choice belongs to anyone. Will you be the hero or villain then? =
I see all the lamenting lovers. Saying soliloquy's of broken attractions. Silently striding in stereo. Pan left, he cheated. Pan right, she lied. Long in self suffering. Physical disconnections twisting their minds. Here upon this stool I sit. Preoccupied with handheld technology. Water please, cause I'm not worth a cent. Time will take care of us. As long as I'm on this plane, I will happily suffer. Just like you. Sent from my iPhone Crunkled. Bumpkin These words aren't jumpin, Like a crunkled bumpkin. I was sitting on the John when she gave me blumpkin. Kinda feel like listening to Pashing Smumpkins. Naw screw that, With this doughnut. I be dunkin' My old coffee. Like a curmudgeon. Stale and behind. Taste is alright. But I'll still sit. Like torn paper And lines. But I'm not jumpin... = Chasm, black spasm. Lightning strike. Takedown flight. Who told me the kid's are alright? Screw loose, carrot juice Biscuits and butters, Some Profilactic rubbers. Byrds in the sky, eight miles high! 7 flame stomach pain, Rearranged in my brain, Toe no gout, I can not pout. Carly Simon, You're so vain! = Rambling gamblers, Fighting over the ace of spades. The wooden fire has been burning since I had my last sip of orange juice. Vodka twist my brain. Bath salts up the nose. Nobody knows where the soul goes. I can't see the starry night Cause I'm punching in my thought. 77!; Complete stop! Fucking around the burning pit! Estranged mad monk rumbling tones of fails. Then he was in kanasas city. Looking at a diamond in the blacktop crack. He sends the ring to his mother for a mothers day gift. But she got $2000 for diamond in 94' . She was a nurse for a man with polio. Have you ever moved anything thru a 32 inch door!? Oh shit! Thank you very much! She got to keep the money and the ring. He had no idea of the worth of the diamond! A diamond from 1954. = Your the best sweetcheeks. I smoke so I can get cancer. I drink so I can put up with you. I fuck you, so you don't feel alone. What are you worried about? Your going to live forever. Tell me to go fuck myself. Heh, you know.... I would if I could baby. You know how much I'd love to skullfuck your eye socket? My dick penatrateing your brain. Don't worry though, your grey matter won't feel me. You ugly swine. All high on your horseshit, I've seen better heads on boils. Your just a stain on the backside of the bowl. Everytime you take a shit, You remind yourself of what you are. You are the best! =
I can't help it... If your going to judge me, just take one look and know you are right. I will always consider my writing terrible when held up to anyone else. They way I see it, everybody else is right. I am always wrong, so don't expect me to sit and fight. I lay my head at the mercy of your sword. If you think it's justified, then so be it. Psyche scarred, I love you mom. Cut my damn head off already! Skewer this perspective on a pole. I will always be pathetic. Now go create your masterpiece. = Poor choice of words Feed the ego, say yes. Feed humility, say no. Get everything that you want, then what do you have to show? It's always give and take. Give an inch, take mile. But at least on their mile... I'll always see them smile. I'll be a king in heart. But always a pauper in style. = Please So many words of tender implications. I will gracefully fall off my high horse. Aaaaaah! *thud* Ouch... (rubs backside) Perhaps I could get you a cold glass of water instead? Stupid horse! I make me look bad! I'm all sighs and smiles today. In a high voice I protrude Laughter in the helium air! = Tesseract Terry, the Tailor. Vast visions of void. Omnipresent tailor; Sewing the Fabrics, In fourth dimension. Stiching so perfectly tight. I can only breath in. One string at a time. But it is you, Divine Tailor Who holds the vision, In your black of sight. Adding googol touch's of light O the finished quilt.. My eyes would squint at the sight! = The greatest human undertaking.(Indifference) My experiences combined with the Spectrum of emotion. Will make this a hard and easy battle. For each moment, carries infinite weights. Some light as feathers, Some immovable boulders. Don't let me forget, Happiness in helping others. Cognitive vessels, Awareness in space. Will I be happy in my last Moment on Earth? Until I am dead, I will not rest my case. = Gleaming Thought Streams Like broken reeds, Drifting downstream. Sincerely inspecting Their captured dreams. So close, yet so far. Brush if you will, On The hill that One sits. Atop the imagination mountain. Reading promises of long forgotten. Planting seeds of, Dandlion rainbows. wriggling with delight. Vividly unfettered by laws of attraction. Let's commune in a state. Of unending satisfaction. = Hanging Tough To act. To put on that facade. Jovially jesting in a game of minds. To paint the ego strong. But inside the colors, swirl into a gloppy grey mess. The comedy of misplaced perception. All that stands is unwanted attention. Hey Buddy, got a light? = To the waltz Spinning and twirling. Ecstacy in movement. The dance symbolizes the relationship To slowly stop on the upward pivot. Only to come delicatly tumbling down. The faces poised in love. The bodies warm. Radient dresses flowing. Music and dance. So very soothing. Gliding on clouds of joy. Please god, don't let this moment...... Horizontal Harp Dreams Window pane spit stain Forest green trim The electric lights are dim. Towel on the floor. By the window, not the door. Getting down on some Cab Calloway. Wish I had a piano to screw. To take out all the pain and happiness In those ebony and ivory keys. I can speak a language or two. Music has gotta be the most universal. For me and you. = In a B-Boy Stance As my mind is ghetto blasted into the stratosphere, Eyes are fixated on the battle. Frantic blasts an attacks seem queer. Flaming nike's attract the handle. Indivindualistic style and pace, Busting on the dance floor With torque and grace. Lets Rock ready, let's rock strong Eliptical spins lets kick out the shins. To bring it on. To bring it on. Dizzying flashdances turned hazmat in the zone. Transform rectify power up bring it home. Downrock skilled bent twisting on the dome Power up B-boy hyper-groove with the flow. Lets Rock ready, let's rock strong Eliptical spins lets kick out the shins. To bring it on. To bring it on. Heads on the ground, feet in the air. The energetic winds soul laid bare Contort with the pressure over any rhythmic measure in time. So sublime. Lets Rock ready, let's rock strong Eliptical spins lets kick out the shins. To bring it on. To bring it on. Back in the day the movement was made. With Technic deck devotion. Back in the day souls danced and played Like poetry in motion. Lets Rock ready, let's rock strong Eliptical spins lets kick out the shins. To bring it on. To bring it on. = Title field is required Its just skin and water. Some amino acids. A little breath of life. And a million possibilities. Choices breaking like the dawn of a new day. Each one is different and special in its own way. Lucid acrylics painting the path of others skies. Thoughts tumble from the brain outside the mouth like running water. You can hear them, but the tone just babbles like a brook. Taking the time to rehearse the gestures you've seen performed before. Its like starring in your own movie. Except you don't know the ending. = Pie on a window sill. Poems of love are worth a dime a dozen. Poems of lost love are a nickel a dozen. I read some many different poems. A lot of them sound the same. Boredom tired crappy whole-sale. Whimsical naive intrinsic fathomable. Half-hearted imposable constructivism. Reasonable ulterior questionable. Short sighted short winded short tempered. Deep thinking logical unaware. Dis-positioned obtuse electrical fingertips. Regrettable unforgiving solutions. Madness black jacket chalkboard. Addition fingernails bleeding ears. Totems constitution priority. Redundant hypocrisy cliche. Just another day in the neighborhood.
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The Pedestal
Be careful what you put upon your pedestal.
For one day it might come crashing down.
You will be dismayed.
Not knowing how to put it back together.
Things we put upon our pedestals,
may shine so bright we become blinded.
Blinded from the truth as it were.
Just take time to look away once in awhile.
Don't forget to blink.
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Rains Wash Over Me
Quicker than the skip of a beat.
The rains come.
Washing over this plain.
Wind picks up, then everything settles for a moment.
Trees and shrubs dance with windy delight.
For their nourishment has come.
The sun peeks out for a sec.
Maybe just to say all is not lost.
Then the clouds come over again like a wet blanket.
Leisurely strolling through the sky.
I'll take it.
Let these rains wash over me.
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Stepping out of the mud.
Extravagant lucrative.
Cheap and easy.
Wholesome Vindictive.
Habitual troublesome.
The path you chase is found not so comforting.
Where does one turn between garbage and madness.
We look within one another to find what we have lost or forgotten.
Spaces inside a light beam witch particles travel.
Water inside the puddle is clear until you stir it up.
How can you expect to see anything then?
Clear your mind of everything you hold dear.
Step outside yourself to see what troubles you.
Let the warmth of embrace encapsulate you.
Do not turn toward those who are bewildered.
For they can't see anything besides their own hand.
No matter how far they look.
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The Beat
The bold sound of the bass as it kicks in my face.
How light is the sound-scape.
My ears ring with the sound of mysticism buzzing in the air.
The beat is sound of eastern decent.
Feelings and thoughts of enigmatic enigmas arise to the occasion.
Once the pleasure is only hearing.
Twice the pleasure is only believing.
Three?
There is no three.
Falling down from momentous occasions.
Listening to silly accusations.
The beat goes on....
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Sunsetting Clouds
I look up in the sky as twilight comes upon this part of the earth.
There's a special moment in the sky which does not last very long.
When the sun sets and illuminates the stormy clouds.
The most beautiful set of roseate and purple hues appear.
Intently watching.
Knowing it won't last forever.
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When your Truly dead
When we die, we are still alive.
Alive in the thoughts of our friends and loved ones, even fans.
Memories of good and bad.
They will tell of your best attributes.
Your worst faults.
Everything in between.
Its seems to me though.
When your truly dead.
Is when there is nobody left alive that remembers you.
Or even utters a word about you.
For the faces that have risen.
Among the normal bunch, never seem to die though.
The famous.
For there names will still be said.
Their stories still told.
When nobody remembers you.
That is when your truly dead.
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Talk
People will talk.
Talk about what they know.
Talk about what they think they know.
Talk about what they do not know.
Talking.
Talking about their lives.
Talking about their children.
Talking about their loves.
Talking about what they feel.
Talking about what they see, hear, taste and touch.
Talking about religion or lack of religion.
Talking about their jobs.
Talking about their opinions.
Talking about their woes.
Talking about the weather.
Talking just to talk.
Keep talking I'm sure someone will hear you.
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The Stone
To listen but decide not to speak.
To watch and know your not seen.
To touch but decide not to feel.
Indifference is held high in esteemed strangers.
To not care what others think.
The pain is so big you don't even feel it anymore.
Yet still it resides.
You smile cause you know they can not hurt you.
Yet you sigh because you hurt yourself.
The stone sinks to bottom of the sea.
Consider it your heart.
The aquatic creatures will pass by, maybe even sit on top. The compass points north.
But your still heading south.
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Assumptions
I can tell you one thing.
For I know nothing.
Everything I read, hear and see.
How can you expect to know When you have not been there.
All one can do is take these things at face value.
Assume it is all correct. Never to question.
I guess the only way we could know.
Is if we have really have been there. Is this real?
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Sometimes I'd like to be a tree
If I could be a tree.
I would like to be a mighty oak.
A tall and sturdy one.
My branches would stretch out far and wide.
I would shelter those who found refuge in me.
The wind would gently rock me back and forth.
Standing tall in the summer.
In the winter.
In the rain.
Roots digging deep into the earth.
Nourishment finds me easily.
Deep inside a far reaching forest.
The sun greets me with its radiant light.
Helping me grow.
Silently saying goodnight to the moon.
When nightfall arrives.
Such a long simple life it would be.
I'd know exactly what to do.
Cause I'd know nothing else.
Sometimes I'd like to be a tree.
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I don't know what to write.
I don't know what to say.
I could tell you about all the balloons.
But they all seemed to float away.
I could tell you about the birds.
But they all just flew away.
I guess if there is not much to comment on.
We could always talk about the weather.
Maybe a "hey how are you"?
You ask me the same.
I say "I'm fine".
Not much to comment on.
This time.
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Thoughtsfrom the dirt
When the wind picks me up and I can fly down the street and everybody living wants to dance, I can feel my face hit the ground as reality kicks in. The birds are chirping but theres no old women in sight. I don't know what time it is, I'll write even if I could understand these thoughts they would be on nigh and all I could see was you. Imagine your self on a wave of vibrations coming from the sea, the water is green and plants can survive. The fish can climb in the sky and talk to trees. If I fell off a bridge the fall would enlighten me on how the ground felt and if there was anything to catch me i would be surprised. Its not the way you take it with a grain of salt but the way you twist it when your talking to your friends. Don't let the truth obsucre to misdirection and make belive your lies. The sun rises when the nocturnal soul of the living decends into slumber, in which way can i pass you these peas? Have some popcorn exhibitions but dont let it take your breath away. Under these clouds the air is frigid and the movement is quick, around this time the font could be bigger and your head could be smaller. The clock ticks around my toes I don't wanna step on time, even though it moves everywhere. Put that minute in the past, refine the bread to make it as best as it can be. Swing swing swing on the branch of the laughing willow tree. The grass is low to the ground and for some reason my head hit the moon yesterday, still I see no reason to cry. The colors are changing the winds are rearranging the smell of this place is seeming so strange. Am I ready for that last cigarette before I need to shimmy below the corridors of my blankets?
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The Sword, The Sun & The Clouds
Dark clouds of despair,
Profound sadness.
I imagine myself with a beautiful shimmering sword.
Jump high into the heavens,
slashing through the dark clouds.
One fell swoop, that's all I need.
Falling now.
The clouds dissipate.
Warm radiant light shines all around me.
The water is getting closer.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath
The water around me is warm and inviting.
The crayfish hastily scuttle and backpedal.
Gasping for air. Looking up at the sun.
Turn away, see colored dots now.
Sighing slowly Looking up.
The clouds never left.
I can still hear the swords beautiful song.
One chance.
All I need.
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Camera 2(poem)
The tomato paste is falling off the ceiling.
Somebody mislabeled my tax returns.
There's too many unimportant gestures going on in this scene.
Why can't I see camera 2?
Dropped a hot bowl of desire inside 92' Le baron Chrysler.
Upon the top the rag did drop.
If it weren't for this electric lava lamp my soul would have been a cheap dollar store receipt.
Upon this I prescribe the patient as being a totally defunct socially withdrawn individual.
They said he was crazy that he could eat worms and such.
Excuse me Miss? Could I get one of those warm towels please?
Why haven't you handed in your resignation letter.
I heard some bird stepped on you.
Such a time of clatter inside this state of matter.
Whoo, I'm going to go outside to commune with the dirt fairies.
Haven't you heard?
I'm the top clown now.
Around here we listen to jargon and make sense out of it.
Wheres that dang msg report?
I swear to god if I hear that stupid song one more time...
I will decide to go horseback riding in the Rockies.
Haven't I made myself clear?
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The sea birds on the horizon dive into the cool blue waters.
Intently watching, and feeling a bit jealous.
Yearning to break these chains that hold you on this plane.
Struggling to understand why this is your name.
Long ago told, yet still yet unforeseen.
With inside these minds. Distilled into a dream.
The happiness that wanders off.
From doubts that will arise.
Problems that come from us.
Based upon our lies.
So I've heard and so it's said.
Why can't we understand.
Perhaps the truth in knowing Is what we strive to understand.
Along this plane are many.
Stories for us all.
I think I feel I've said too much.
Perhaps I dropped the ball.
Beautiful summer days.
Time seemed to stand still.
Ugly winter nights.
Can bring back pain and chills.
Seeing just what was and what is to be.
Time is an illusion for all of us to see.
When you know the end is nigh.
Death is at your door.
I'll whisper not to worry.
You'll be born again once more.
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The smell oh the smell of it all.
State of affairs have become incomprehensible.
The man was laughing so hard he made a trumpet sound.
Around this time tiny Tim told me to tiptoe through the tulips.
I happily obliged. How close have you been to the dirt?
The muddled smell quakes low tones.
Blue pristine diamond's can't compare with what you've seen.
The melodrama played out reverberated to a concussive roar.
I tried to keep the pace but stumbled accordingly.
Where can I find solace in this.
Close is the distant memory.
Benign is the neglect shared by the masses.
Feed them what they sew.
I'll see your guilt and raise you procrastination.
Fall away from absurdly appraised souls Spiting out their wretched lies. I'm so enthused by this indifference.
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Nothing(poem)
My words mean nothing.
Your words mean everything.
My soul is worth nothing.
Your soul is worth everything.
My piece of mind isn't worth the paper its printed on.
Your piece of mind is worth then more than any bullion could shake a stick at.
My heart beats with a feverish pitch of discontent.
Your heart beats with a yearning to be free.
My eyes see nothing.
Your eyes see everything.
My body aches.
Your body is caressed by the benevolent angels.
My ears hear the thoughts of ambivalence.
Your ears hear thoughts of sureness.
Praise you, for I am nothing.
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You deserve it all(poem)
The liars, the deceivers.
They will take from you.
The sadists. Their pleasure is your pain.
Inequality exists inside your mind.
But where do you stand?
The hoarders.
For they have much to lose.
Those who are naturally kind.
May be misconstrued as weak.
Make an example of the fool.
For they have no feelings that you can see.
If you caught a glimpse of their soul, Would you even notice?
The past and the present are one.
Depends on which you meditate on.
Are those that have nothing to offer you really worth your time?
I can taste your discontent.
I can smell your fear.
I can feel your sadness.
Why do you let them do the things they do?
Why do you stand idlely by while their world burns?
Better them then me right?
You are conditioned.
You are unknowing.
You are trusting.
For where else can you turn when they rear their ugly heads.
Fade out into the distance. No one will see you.
Everyone will see you.
Kill the idea before it's inception takes shape.
Find what you need,
regardless if it's slowly killing you.
Take what you want.
You know you deserve it.
You deserve it all.
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I can't find it
Like the precarious child who accidentally drops their ice cream cone.
Or the woman who fantasizes of their unkown lover.
The man who looks in the mirror and can only see a small fragment of his humanity.
This world intently falls under the guise of reassurance.
Give them what they need, not what they want.
The dog that digs a hole only to find nothing, but still he loves to dig.
The catapillar is ugly, but the butterfly is beautiful.
Give it time my friend, give it time.
Your words have so much meaning but you forgot the teriyaki sauce.
When chaos is order and order is chaos.
Do the ends really justify the means?
Have you been to the otherside lately?
I hear they have the best fruit salad.
There is harmony inside the ones who can not see for themselves.
I implore you to look between the lines.
Tell me, is there anything interesting between the cracks?
Why isn't this working I ask.
Perhaps I should not have jammed this puzzle piece in here.
Now I can't get it out.
The hunter stalks his prey, but does not kill when the prey is asleep.
Easily it slips out from your fingers. You try to grasp it but it just doesn't make sense.
Then you slip on a bar of soap and suddenly it makes perfect sense.
Its like a breath of fresh air.
Slowly, so slowly it moves.
Like the slug or the snail in the garden.
Or the tortoise on the land.
To the industrious farmer who prays for the crop to be fruitful this year.
To the bereaved mother whos child has gone.
To the foolish lovers lieing to themselves.
We can only hope for better days ahead of us.
We can break away from our hustles and bustles.
Taking time for ourselves in order to understand the ones we love.
For we do not know why we are here and we know nothing else than this.
We strengthen our talents, for us and to better others.
We become muses cause we love to entertain those who love to be entertained.
We want to help those of the broken and downtrodden.
For they are us and we are them.
But in our absence we cast away those who are ignorant to our thoughts.
We can only ask why, or care to not know at all.
Then and only then have we become those who we cast away.
I know you hear me, but are you listening?
Again I say, are you listening?
We are exactly what we are.
Nothing more, nothing less.
If only we could all find our perfect love we all search for.
If only we could all give and have no need to take.
Then time will write the history of the best days ever to come.
But the jealousy bites you.
The inadequacy kicks you.
The envy slaps you in the face.
For we are only humans.
Faulty from the get go.
Strive to be the best you can be.
That all anyone can ever ask.
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Forever Alone(poem)
There he is sits.
Alone in his world.
Alone in his world.
Preoccupying space that isn't even his.
He looks out his window.
Breathing in the afternoon spring air.
Watching.
Waiting.
Wondering.
Knowing he has nothing.
But to him its everything.
He sees the curious faces.
Gently waves and smiles. He sips upon his drink.
While the world passes him by.
He takes a puff off his cigarette.
And can find no better pleasure.
Still they come to see him.
He quietly says hello.
He loves the feeling of freedom.
Never wants to let it go.
Nobody to tell him what to do.
Nobody to get angry at him.
All he hears are suggestions.
Never commands.
He doesn't mind doing favors.
Or remedial tasks.
If he can make someone happy,
He'll do the best he can.
He knows he'll never have anyone.
That he could call his own.
A fact that he's accepted.
Quite a long time ago.
So if you see him sitting there.
Wrapped up in his own little world.
Just quietly smile and wave.
He just might say hello.
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Gargaling Lederhosen(poem)
When I'm bored I karate chop ham sandwiches.
When I'm sad I perforate pictures of still life's.
When I'm happy I ride a giant chicken leg to the moon.
When I'm indifferent I stand on top of manhole covers.
When I'm angry I yell at my coffee cup.
When I'm enthused I slap plastic bottles off high shelves.
When I'm disgusted I turn wire coat hangers into giant letter P's When I'm surprised I seize up and fall over.
When I'm interested, I light my hair on fire.
If you ever find the time could you please throw a beta-max VCR out the window?
Oh and if your not too busy would you mind finding a beehive I could stick my hand in?
I know its late but the gravy is still warm if you wanna hop in.
Seriously that bag of potato chips was fine until you decided to rub mustard all over it.
Somebody pinch me I'm getting a hernia trying to pick up this fuzzy feather-filled pillow.
I find I work best in pitch black dark toilet bowls.
I'm bored anybody got a ham sandwich they could spare?
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Broken Record(It's so Funny)
It's so funny sometimes.
Listening to people speak.
So many folks I know.
Who speak, but don't say anything.
I try to listen, but I know it's been said before.
Such great ideas you have.
Too bad that they've been done before.
It's hard to find something new these days.
I try not to speak to much.
Since it's all been said before.
Don't you ever find it hard to feel brand new again?
The feelings are all the same.
But different.
It's so funny sometimes.
I force laughter from exhaustion.
Cause we've heard it all before.
Maybe It will be different this time.
Ah guess not, same old thing that happened once before.
Maybe not to you.
Maybe not to me.
But somewhere someway.
Somebody has heard it all before. Perhaps in a distant place in time.
Or even right next door.
My poem's a broken record.
Cause it's all been said before.
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Self Induced Hapiness
If only we could take our heads off and exchange them with our
friends.
Like tripping on someone else's dreams.
Invigorating is their style, how I wish it was mine.
Maybe if I cleaned the glass it would change my perspective on things.
How I wonder what it would be like to touch someone else's scars and truly knew how they felt.
There are times where ripping off my face and replacing it with a ______ sounds like a great idea.
The messages are caught quite easily by the clairvoyant.
I once had this dream where I was alive.
Then BAM! Autosuggestion arrives on the scene.
Telling me to beware.
You silly human, still thinking your dead. But I am right? No, you really are alive. I am? Yes.
One word of advice though.... Whats that?
Try not to depend on others to make you happy,
that is something you must do on your own.
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Anxiety
We do it for the pleasure. We do it for the pain.
Cause if we didn't do it, We would all go insane.
For those about to write... I salute you!
We carry our little knapsacks of secrets on our backs.
If we find someone worth our time,
We just might let them have a peek inside.
Oh but we can't show them everything right away though.
Where's the fun in that?
Slowly they will unravel, As long as time allows it.
Then it all falls away.
Like a disintegrating bridge over troubled waters.
You ask them what they think.
Cause you don't want to be a fool.
As quickly as the feeling comes, They reassure you.
Besides, its all in your own head. What are you so afraid of anyways?
Epic
Ive read alot of poems in this community, from alot of different poets. All excellent in thier own right. This surpasses excellence. Nearly everything you have written does, in fact. This is an EPIC poem, man. I dig every aspect of it. This is poem only a poet could truly unerstand, but to the non- poet.....it would still entertain. Everything about this is excellent. Very impressed ( as always)!
Many thanks Again,
I never know what to say here. Sometimes I wonder why, why bother writing at all? I could spend an hour thinking of what two words I could put together, or other times thinking "Could I ever write down a sentence that has never been uttered?" so many varibles. I know that I can't but if I could and I always strive to, try not to do the same thing twice. When it comes to writing. Be creative, do somthing thats never been done before. Or something like that. Like TV Dinner, that was quite creative. Your a way better writer than I, Sir. Accept no restrictions and do what you do the only way you know how to. I'm not good or excellent, I'm just unique. Like everyone else. (Gotta love Oxymorons)
I read 1/2 of it
No about 1/8th of it - Not boring though. Great write! I definitely will return ~Star~
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Right on Stella
Hopefully one can a find little inspiration, or a thought to put in one's pocket and take home. Or something. I should take some time one of these days and do some touch ups on this big'ol collection of my first writings. In the words of Eeyore "Thanks for noticing me." :)
My Computer Is Going Insane
This is now a two line poem and it runs on forever. Interesting - I think is how the site is reading carriage returns - my poems from Word turn into two and double space everything. This is more readable actually.
Yeah that was an accident
Thought all I could do was select everything and bold it but nooooooo.... I done frigged it all up. I'm working on breaking lines and putting this all back together again. *sigh* dag nabbit....
Thanks For The Big Letters
and bold print -my eyes thank you. I am 2/3's done and will return again and again to renew myself - to find something to put in my pocket and take home :D ~Star~
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