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The Days and Nights We Dropped the Seeds
Undeserving Meaningless Perfection
Omniscient Elsewhere Engineers
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I’m sitting right
here,
@ Columbus & Broadway.
People everywhere,
doing it
the hard way.
Models here and
there,
strippers galore.
If you look well enough,
you can
find a whore.
Italian food,
Greek,
Mexican too.
They are all here,
just to serve you.
Buying
memories,
souvenirs as well.
Stay long enough,
go straight
to hell.
Trust me I know.
been
there and back.
But this time it’s different,
going to stay
right on track.
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They say making
rhymes,
is a sign, that you’re going inane.
If this is so,
can it be,
that we’re supposed to be all the same?
Average people can’t
understand,
the depths in which we feel.
Over-react and
under-dress
is simply just part of the deal.
They just can’t see
it,
not the way we do.
That’s why we’re on stage,
they
want to be like us too.
They just don’t know
it,
because the veil hasn’t lifted.
To show them the
truth,
people are not different and everyone’s gifted.
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I can tell you things
that you’ve never heard,
and show you things you’ve never
seen.
What is it that you do,
from which I may glen?
We can meet for
lunch,
or maybe tea.
You can tell me about you,
and then
about me.
It’s not sex I
want,
or friendship either.
It’s an exchange of ideas,
over
a pint or a liter.
You tell me yours,
I’ll
tell you mine.
If the energy is right,
together they will
shine.
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I can’t imagine,
a
life without struggle.
One with work,
AND a life to juggle.
Bringing others joy,
is
the path I have chosen.
Work every week-end,
a love life that’s
frozen.
I’m not
complaining,
I’m full of ammonia.
Because that is,
I am
ultra myopica.
That’s why I can’t
wait,
for the return of Lamia.
That what’s I call,
my good
friend anhedonia.
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MySpace, facebook,
Google and Twitter,
filling our brains with electronic
glitter,
eyes full of sparkle,
and minds full of litter.
Friends with
thousands,
but know only few,
maybe you’re next,
just me,
them and you.
My postings are
read,
by thousands a day.
The phone never rings,
it’s as
if I’m away.
Eat, sleep,
dance,
movies as well.
Alone in the crowd,
with secrets to
tell.
You tell me yours,
I’ll
tell you mine.
We both need for more,
like the sunshine.
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I’m sitting here in
Tosca,
drinking alone.
They say that’s a symptom
of
something wrong in the home.
Beautiful women,
at
the end of the bar.
Do you think one will screw me,
in the back
of my car?
Oops, you see,
I
don’t have my car.
Maybe we can do it,
in the back of the
bar.
I doubt it
though,
everyone would hear.
I guess I’ll just sit here,
and
finish my beer.
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I coze my Pandora,
she
tunes my brain.
With piano concertos,
and sounds like rain.
She makes me feel
unalone,
and sometimes warm inside.
I can listen to Depeche
Mode,
when I want to cry or hide.
Mozart and Bach,
Nick
Cave is here too.
The Smiths and Nirvana,
of course there’s
U2.
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Sitting Fright
Here I sit,
alone in
my room.
Nothing to think,
but more gloom and doom.
A solitary life is what
I lead,
without regard to want or need.
Nobody knows where I do
sleep
nor do they care if I laugh or I weep.
Alone I go into the
night
with all of my will and all of my might
People are there
in plain sight,
they pretend not to see because of their fright.
But I know they’ll be
there
when I get my next hit
when once again
I am the shit
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Nobody knows me,
not
by name.
I say hello and smile,
to them I’m just the
same.
Another face in the crowd,
but behind the mask is pain.
A mindful of
yesterdays,
regrets, hopes and sorrows.
But the worst is behind
me,
I can finally see tomorrows.
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Little Star
My little star sleeps next to me,
tiny nightmares light my
way.
Why she’s here it’s hard to say,
please leave
tomorrow, not today.
She sees me, not as I
am,
but shades of dark-pale gray.
Now I’m awake and she’s
disappeared,
I know I’ll miss her for the whole day.
As soon as I’m home
it’s back to bed,
maybe she’s waiting within my walls of
red.
And then I drift off to my sweet,
it’s only here we ever
meet.
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In San Francisco there
is no such thing,
as the season’s winter or summer.
It’s
always either fall or spring,
of course the fog’s another.
Our park is called a
square,
though it’s round and full of stoners.
Around dusk
because they care,
the dogs are out walking their owners.
Every day from the
front to the rear,
travelers drift like a newly formed band.
The
backpacks and carriers do appear,
at the beach on the hill with no
sand.
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She has the name,
of
a gay porno star.
I’ll bet you she lost it,
in the back of a
car.
Mirrors are
smashed,
deconstructing perception.
What this artist needs,
is
a sold out reception.
She creates for some
artists,
who have certain needs.
The feeling of victory,
a
tower among trees.
So buy her work
fast,
before she meets me.
Because when that happens,
she
will cost at least x-three
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Misfits and Freaks,
I
know them by name.
Because they and I,
are one in the same.
Their backs are all
turned,
when we disclose,
our true other self.
The
discussion’s now closed.
Then we retreat,
to
our own little sphere.
To them it’s just like,
we were not
ever there.
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Paula Lietz
Paula Lietz is nice
beyond measure.
To claim as a friend
is a valuable treasure.
A home-cooked
meal,
provided each day.
To nourish the body, and keep hunger
away.
To tune her own
rhythm,
she listens to chants,
gives a rat’s ass and often
wears pants.
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Buy Christmas
Christmas sucks and I’ll tell you why,
It’s all about buy,
buy, buy.
Sure there are friends and family too,
but only for
some of you.
And the reason for the
fray,
is not a virgin birth.
It’s to celebrate the Sun’s
own way,
of warming Mother Earth.
So if you’re
depressed due to distress,
it’s not because you’re high.
It’s
the mind’s own way of dealing away,
a giant big fat lie
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We all live in
effigy,
of those who came before us.
But we can’t see we’re
but a tree,
standing alone in a forest.
So when the reaper
swings your way,
don’t think that you can lose him.
You are
little more than a thought,
that can be changed on a whim.
So live your life to
the extreme,
and don’t you worry about labels.
Because the
life you are about to lead,
is how they come up with those fables.
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Holidays alone are par
for the course,
when everyone thinks you are like me.
It’s
better if you make them all think,
you’re really just stupid and
lazy.
They invite you to
parties and hope you won’t come.
They’re really just being
polite.
but when you’re not looking they whisper and point.
And
wish you’d just flee with your plight.
So when you’re alone
and wishing for others,
never forget the main rules.
Cash is
king and so is bling,
and most of them are just fools.
If everybody acted the
same,
life would be boring without us.
We forge the trails and
fill the sails,
and always see dreamland before us.
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Empty & Hollow
You somehow think fate will find you a mate,
who thinks you’re
not empty and hollow,
but what you really want to want,
is
someone who likes to swallow.
So when you cross paths
don’t lose face,
one chance is all that you will get,
it
won’t be that hard to get very far,
then forget that you had
ever met.
When you wind up at the
end of a dark hall,
forget the names and tender embrace,
go for
the gold put their breathing on hold,
if not down the throat hit
the face.
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People who read feel
the mind’s need,
to go and be something new.
If the brain
doesn’t feed and you fail to succeed,
don’t look at me look at
you.
So get off your
ass,
and start being productive.
You remember that?
It’s
the opposite of destructive.
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1,000 friends and
lonely as hell.
I’m the only one walking,
down this dusty
trail.
But wait! what’s that I see ahead?
A house with a
pool,
the water blood red.
That is the vision I have in my
head,
that makes me get my ass out of bed.
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I hate my bed,
I’m
always alone.
The only thing I do,
is use the web and my phone.
Maybe things will
change,
when my life straightens out.
But that would be
strange,
and I’m filled with doubt.
But if that
happens,
and my future is made.
I may not remember,
how to
get laid.
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I don’t want to get
up and out of bed,
no good reason comes to my liquid head.
Yes
there’s some food and water too,
and of course the required trip
to the loo.
It feels like a light
heavy weight,
right inside my aching empty chest.
I guess I’ll
just have to again wait,
to be down and out with the rest.
That’s really not
much of an issue,
because it’s something I’m used to.
Just
be glad it only happens me,
it’s much easier to look but not
see.
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The last three
years,
have been pretty rough.
Forced to my knees,
but now
I’m more tough.
If you look through,
my
veil of sadness.
There is a method,
to my madness.
I’ve been searching
for a movement,
for longer than an eternity.
When the answer
for my yearning,
was let the movement find me.
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No one hears,
my
cries for help,
Would it be better,
to post them on Yelp?
Screaminc for
vengeance
and retribution.
Without the shield,
of an
institution.
There is no
hiding,
when I find your trail.
You’re much better off,
going
straight to hell.
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Pull down the wreath
and brush your white teeth,
put this season behind us.
The day
after the stay we really all say,
what was worth all the fuss?
So go your own way and
live for the day,
never give away your trust.
Because if you do
this and you snag or you twist,
just consider yourself bust.
Reach out to others and
see what you get,
they nod up and down and then wonder if you’ve
met.
Tis the season to eat, drink, buy and forget,
every smile
that you waste adds to your karmic dept.
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Go out or stay in,
I
should decide.
I need to find,
a place to hide.
From the looks of
fear,
and sideways glances.
Except with the girls,
with them
I have chances.
So I’m off to the
club,
to get on my dance.
Do you wish you were too?
Go
ahead, here’s your chance.
But not with me,
it’s
safe to say.
It’s up to you,
to dance your own way.
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Talk is cheap and money
will balk,
Walk the walk THEN talk the talk.
Then you will see
reality unfold like dream.
Things are never as bad as they seem.
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Being emotionally
expansive is magic,
it turns friends into strangers,
To them
you’re just as real,
as that baby in the manger.
Even though nothing’s
different,
they treat you like you’re contagious.
Every word
coming out of your mouth,
to them it sounds outrageous.
So be extra
careful,
whom you tell the truth to.
Because if you tell
everyone,
the only one left will be you.
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Some people act,
some
people sing,
I just sit here,
and do my thing.
Building tomorrow
land,
all by myself,
Without the aid,
of even an elf.
But that’s okay,
I
like it that way.
Because I get to see,
the future of me.
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Another weekend,
alone
and stark.
It feels like I’m living,
in the deepness of dark.
The sun, he comes
up,
and lights where I walk.
But sometimes I really,
just
want to talk.
When the moon
rises,
she takes over me.
Alone with just her,
is where I
need be.
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Inane Brain
I live in a house,
with only one door,
four red walls,
one
wood floor.
Just down the hall,
to
the left and the right,
six more doors,
one more flight.
I think they all fear
me,
they think I’m insane.
Mission accomplished.
I’m
inside their brain.
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I’m building an
empire.
One, maybe two.
First one for me,
then one for you.
Will life be
bliss?
That’s not our bus.
The empire we seek,
is running
from us.
We’re going in the
smart way,
through the back door,
the front one also,
and
maybe the floor
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Some faux reward,
may
be coming your way.
But not if you sit there,
and do only prey.
Tomorrow’s the
day,
they always say,
“Do this or else,
you must obey!
Things are now
different,
I’ve got more to say.
Today is the day,
we are
now they.
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Three stanzas
long,
four lines each.
If my poems were fruit,
they would be
a peach.
Just enough words,
to
wet your whistle,
If my poems were weapons,
they would be a
missile.
But they are just
words,
and sometimes a letter.
Fumbled together,
to make me
feel better.
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Living a full life,
of
self-isolation.
So I may pursue,
a grand proposition.
Weekends
alone,
weeknights as well.
Know body knows,
my little hell.
Is it all worth it?
I
sometimes ask.
just for a moment,
then it’s back to my task.
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I want to go out,
but
should stay in.
What I really need,
is to dance like sin.
The throbbing base,
and
rhythmic drums,
makes you want,
to dance till you comes.
But the timing’s not
right,
neither’s the bank.
I guess I’ll just do,
with a
fag and a yank.
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It’s follow or
lead,
or get out of the way.
For now I’m a dog,
and today
is my day.
They said I couldn’t
do it,
so why even try.
But to give up my dreams,
I think
I’d just die.
So FUCK YOU to
everyone,
who ran from my welts.
You can wait in line,
with
everyone else
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Visions of painful
yesterdays,
blurred with distant tomorrows,
lead to a long and
winding path,
full of torment and bitter sorrows.
A crystal clear blurry
vision,
of the future you,
is what is desperately needed,
to
be and pursue.
Forget about perceived
fate,
or the easy way out.
Stare into your cracked mirror,
see
talent beyond doubt
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Fox News and Benzoylmethyl Ecgonine
CBS,
Viacom,
Fox News and more.
Taking your eyes,
off the path to
the door.
Sweet flavored
water,
and expensive white powder.
They share the same
name,
and some of the power.
Reality sucks,
but
illusion does more,
to make you wish,
like it was once before.
Making you laugh,
and
sometimes cry too.
“Please make me famous!”
is the cry of
this zoo.
Everything is not,
what
you think that it is.
Walk through the door,
and become your
own Wiz.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
They shaved a pet
cat,
for humor and sport.
That’s what happens,
when you
drink and snort.
Doing dumb shit,
spend
lots of dough.
Is the usual result,
of boozing and blow.
Do that enough,
you’ll
get caught up in tort,
Drop the white powder,
or end up in
court.
But be number 1?
always
rope tow?
If it’s no fun getting there,
why even go?
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Change is the cry they
always use,
to get themselves elected.
They make us think that
we need them,
because the country’s infected.
The people in charge
have everyone fooled,
into believing that they are free.
But
nothing could be more untrue,
if you look you too will see.
They sell us security
and false hope,
but are really just liars and thugs.
All in the
name of what they really want,
Gold, Oil and control of all the
Drugs.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Who am I?
Still
finding out.
What I know for sure,
is that I want to shout.
At the top of my
lungs,
from every street corner,
about all that is wrong,
in
our world of horror.
It matters not,
what
my name might be.
because I’m always right here,
helping to
see.
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Smith may be
common,
but Melanie is not.
It may be Photoshop,
but she
looks pretty hot.
Like a Vampiress,
who
takes more than souls.
She fills them with strength,
with eyes
like bright holes.
But alas she is
taken,
damn lucky guy.
The dangerous part of me,
says go
ahead try.
An ocean away,
a
country too.
I guess I’ll just post this,
and then say adieu.
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Perspective
I hope he doesn’t let me down again.
Every time he promises me
something he falls short.
I’ve known him my whole life but still
he sometimes forgets my name
which really pisses me off.
Every
time he walks into the room I want to leave but know I
can’t.
Whenever you talk to him you get the feeling something is
about to wreck.
I guess I like watching stuff like that.
He is
me.
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Dakin Snoopy,
a very
strange name.
I don’t have to look,
to tell you’re insane.
But that’s a-okay,
we
are one, they like us.
Now that you are here,
we are now 1
plus.
So load up the
pussies,
and come to Frisco.
Your first night here,
we go to
a disco.
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Yearning for
shadows,
to kiss and to mate with.
When it’s for real,
is
like climbing a steep cliff.
Dim down the
lights,
climb into my bed.
I know you want to,
it’s okay
go ahead.
When you wake up,
I
won’t be there.
Look in my closet,
for something to wear.
Then I get back,
it’s
back to the sack.
Just one more night,
unless you put up a
fight.
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A room with no view,
is
now what I’m used to.
If you don’t believe me,
look and
I’ll show you.
Ten feet squared,
no
jon and no shower.
Someone knocked me,
from my golden tower.
I’m back on my feet
now,
and fighting resistance.
Good thing that I’m full,
of
endless persistence.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sarah Jay Oliver,
is
a lass from down under.
She makes funny faces,
and talks with
thunder.
She is seeking a
door,
which she can pass through.
One that is real,
not too
good to be true.
She is really quite
bright,
and can filter through bullshit.
What ever she does,
is
bound to be a big hit.
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Sea of Sin
A sea of sin,
is where I’d rather be,
than feeling like,
I’m
alone and at sea.
So welcome to,
my
sweet embrace.
When we are done,
leave without trace.
I’m sorry but,
that’s
just how it is.
Come back tomorrow,
when I’m done with my
biz.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The world in my
eyes,
is so very narrow.
I am the hawk,
you are the sparrow.
Flying in circles,
and
looking for places.
Where we can land,
and blend among races.
Out of the shine,
is
where we need to be.
To make us feel fine,
so they can too see.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Words only do
harm,
once they are spoken.
What you seek,
are vows that are
broken.
Ask me no promise,
I
tell you no lie.
I’ll always be here,
if you need to cry.
Enjoy the silence,
of
others you see.
When we’re together,
you stand beside me.
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Colin Lowe
Colin Lowe,
is so
full of himself.
But he has good reason,,
you should see his
bookshelf.
The big ones are
there,
like trophies galore.
But when you get right down to
it,
he’s really a whore.
He makes clever
things,
that look thought resilient.
But I’ve got to
admit,
he’s a little bit brilliant.
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A reverse halo,
is
just what we need.
To break through the ether,
and finally see.
Dancing on stages,
not
like the others.
Side by side shadows,
they’d swear we were
brothers.
You’ve got the
song,
I’ll back up with dance.
I know that they’ll love
it,
if you give it a chance.
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Being with me,
is
not what may seem.
I never have fights,
and every thing's
clean.
Sure it gets
tiresome,
every night alone.
But I get stuff done,
when I am
at home.
If when we meet,
and
we probably will.
Forget my indifference,
go in for the kill.
When you wake up,
the
lion inside.
Forget that you run,
you won’t want to hide.
So arch your back,
and
wet down your lips.
I’ll serve you a gallon,
with all little
sips.
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The number haunts me,
I
see it still.
On every clock,
and window sill.
Nothing is real,
on
that we agree.
But if that is so,
who’s reality?
A series of bits,
into
your brain.
If you take in too many,
they call you inane.
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Shirley Brown
Betush,
likes clever fashion.
She’s the new
fetish,
everyone’s new passion.
Technology is a
bore,
today and tomorrow.
Apply my psychology,
wade in my
sorrow.
Your smile is
beaming,
a life full of chances.
One of these nights,
you’ll
have all the dances.
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It’s a nice new
word,
i labeled me by myself.
one that jumped out,
from my
old bookshelf.
It reads and looks a
bit sterile,
and yes it sounds like pedantic,
let my introduce
to you,
my new descriptor, Synesthesia.
It means several
things,
one now has my favor.
to hear and see with taste,
to
smell and touch with flavor
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The slinging of
words,
waxing poetic.
Something tells me,
I’m fucking
pathetic.
Looking for
friends,
colleagues and peers.
To keep me away,
from my
deepest fears.
That I’m not the
sum,
of my thoughts and actions.
It’s really based
upon,
money and factions.
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Give it or get
it,
there’s enough love to go round.
Just ask Trine
Plesner,
she will answer with sound.
She sometimes wears
glasses,
and has a mask too.
A positive outlook,
about the
world zoo.
My advice to her,
what
ever it’s worth.
Drop the celebs,
come back to earth.
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Shut up, stand up,
and
get the fuck out.
I have no more time,
for your spewing spout.
You’re really not
that smart,
and don’t have much class.
Please let the
door,
crash into your ass.
Don’t ever come
back,
keep your black lies.
If I see you again,
one of us
dies.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Will and Order
I’m above average,
and kind of a putz.
To those around
me,
I’m known as a klutz.
The dorks all hate
me,
the cool and nerds too.
Those like us,
are apart and
few.
The day will come
soon,
to rise and take over.
All that we need,
is the will
and some order.
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I need to find
shelter,
under your wing.
To hear your heart,
whisper and
sing.
I know very well,
that
you don’t exist.
If I died today,
Who would be missed?
You do not see me,
or
care for my sorrow.
Because you only know,
what’s on
tomorrow.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chef Boyardee,
is
never good cold.
Not that I’d know,
it’s what I’ve been
told.
Being poor sucks,
when
you know you’ve been rich.
I just had to prove,
that life’s
still a bitch.
When I get up,
from
this repose.
You won’t miss me,
I’ll be one that glows.
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Love is bright
red,
sorrow is yellow.
Some poems rhyme,
this one does not.
I want to write
poems,
and don’t really know why.
But they won’t seem to
rhyme,
so why even try them.
If you think
something’s wrong,
read it again.
You do that,
I’ll just
sit here and grin.
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Wish Death
They won’t miss me,
I do declare.
Just before,
I fall in
midair.
I spin the chamber,
and
the pot gets bigger.
Just before,
I pull the trigger.
She is out
there,
preparing a dish.
Just before,
I get my death wish.
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Kat Lawrence
Kat thinks that she’s empty,
I think she’s not.
May be a
bit quirky,
and totally hot.
She digs Mighty
Boosh,
they have their t-shirts.
To see her in one,
looks so
good it hurts.
I like her in
glasses,
with hair that has curl.
No part of the masses,
this
is one special girl.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Things will be fine”
is their common line,
to tell you to just go away.
“Don’t
touch what is mine or drink my good wine,
and no, don’t ask to
stay.”
“We don’t care if
you fail or end up in jail,
where it is you sleep or even if you
bleed.
Just keep us mind when your struggles are over,
we love
it when you’re rich and succeed.”
Because they’ll be
there,
like all the parties before.
Without knowledge or
care,
just like a friend whore.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A captain with no
ship,
is what I’ve become.
The past is the past,
it can’t
be undone.
I ask very much,
from
my new crew.
But expect nothing,
that I wouldn’t do too.
The seas will be
rough,
you need ability.
But just beyond,
is the Sea of
Tranquility.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My body says
“Sleep”,
the mind says “No”.
The thoughts are
racing,
with nowhere to go.
I take lots of
drugs,
that sometimes work.
But they make me feel,
like a
lethargic jerk.
I miss my old self,
the
one with success.
And I’m damn sick & tired,
living under
duress.
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Fun Revenge
I live in agony,
my soul is damaged.
There is little left,
that
hasn’t been ravaged.
Stripped of my
wealth,
dignity as well.
All by a friend,
too painful to
tell.
I wish it were
over,
but it’s really just begun.
Now for the hard part,
this
revenge will be fun.
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Four Leaf Clovers need
to take over,
as the new paradigm,
Because when that happens
and we all take over,
we can say anything with rhyme.
In a perfect world,
the
one just out of grasp.
There is no murder,
or pursuit of fast
cash.
We do what we
wish,
only sometimes eat fish,
There’s always a dance
floor,
and someone to dance with.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Strange Pain Angels
Strange love and familiar pain,
are some things that I have been
used to.
Are what’s left in this brain.
all that feels too,
Angels with broken
wings seem my specialty,
not before but because of me.
They
leave in silence want no trace of we,
not even a fond memory.
They are sending a
message,
through shared dance sorrows.
To give us the
vestige,
to strive for tomorrows.
Do that and
this,
mostly have bliss.
Beyond the black door,
no
celebration to miss.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Please don’t ask me
to kill you right now,
let’s go on a trip instead.
We all hit
the wall and it’s how far you fall,
not what’s on in your
head.
The fire within,
is
moving without,
Break free of the chains,
false fear and self
doubt.
I will drink you down
like water,
till there’s left only liquid sin.
Take off your
dark halo,
let us grin & begin.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I cry tears of
blood,
when I think of you.
You make me shutter,
and want to
spew.
The feelings
inside,
cannot be spoken.
All of the words,
and letters are
broken.
To rip out your
heart,
and taste of its flavor.
Will be doing you,
and the
whole world a favor.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
People aren’t
people,
they’re numbers instead.
Moving through
silence,
always get ahead.
Get up every day,
and
ride to the stage.
Take your small pay,
then back to the cage.
I found out,
the not
so hard way.
However you do it,
take back your day.
The ride I’m on,
is
a one-way trip.
Because rhythm is my god,
and dance is how I
worship.
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We all suck dick,
and
we’re all fucking whores.
If the pay is enough,
get down on
all fours.
If the need for
cash,
wasn’t the way,
What on Earth,
would we do with our
day?
The future I see,
we’re
never alone.
When it’s time to work,
send in the clone.
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I’m not afraid
anymore of the black door,
behind is where I’ll be
waiting.
There is a dance floor and very much more,
and yes
even maybe there’s mating.
A nest broken halos,
I
lay at your feet.
Along with myself,
seeking a treat.
Take me I’m
yours,
for you to do with.
Whatever it is,
you desire or
wish.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I know you’re
there,
lurking and low.
Waiting for me,
in the moon glow.
Take my hand,
go to
the floor.
When the rhythm starts rhyming,
we both dance
hardcore.
The floor is long,
a
wooden sea.
Into my arms,
you’re safe as can be.
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Broken Halo Nest
i know you’re there lurking and low,
waiting for me in the moon
glow.
Take my hand, go to the
floor,
walk through my black door.
The floor is long and a
wooden sea,
into my arms that are empty as can be.
i’m not afraid
anymore of what’s in store,
in the dark is where i’ll be
waiting for more.
There is a dance floor
and very much more,
and yes even maybe there will be mating.
A nest broken halos i
lay at your feet,
along with myself seeking a sweet treat.
Take me i’m yours for
you to do with.
whatever it is you desire or wish.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
If Only Evil
You will never be loved,
what do you want me to say?
If you
were only evil,
I’d keep you by day.
You’re waiting for
nothing,
except to see.
What’s for dinner,
then what’s
on T.V.
Real moving
pictures,
the only seed.
To make you forget,
want and need.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Please forget me,
leave
no trace.
Don’t remember my name,
or even my face.
I know when you’re
thinking,
of things that we’ve done.
You remember,
when I
was the one.
You broke all there
was,
for that stupid bitch.
A life of capture,
and be
thought of as rich.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I’m not what you
want,
don’t look at me.
You’re better off alone,
everyone
can see.
The way that you treat
us,
is full of disgrace.
You act as if,
you are your own
race.
One day soon,
you
too will see.
How to serve,
the master’s we’ll be.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I feel as if,
my
skin is on fire.
When you look at me,
I fill with desire.
It’s a mad world,
we
all know this.
But the two of us,
will only know bliss.
Between the sheets,
is
where we will be.
Then we rest,
in a palm tree.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tiffany Horran
She likes it alone,
I can tell from her photo.
Tiffany
Horan,
is a visual Plato.
She likes making
films,
and using black paint.
Sexy as hell,
let’s hope not
a saint.
Let’s go on a
trip,
where you can sit still.
I’ll take care of your
needs,
and pick up the bill.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The tears in your
eyes,
I put them there.
That was my first choice,
next I
don’t care.
I’m no longer your
friend,
there are no tomorrows.
Screw your own self,
and
take your false sorrows.