December 2009
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Chapter Two; Page five:
It all started in sixth grade. God, was middle school a nightmare!
A fistful of half grown twits and half wits. Every person queer as a three dollar bill. Awkward faces that look like mating animals in a more than subtle jungle of hormones, tile, and cloudy windows. God forbid if you can see outside while the overweight teacher speaks what he or she believes is helping the youth of today.
If...
Chapter Two; Page four:
I am picturing a boy on Brant Rock.
That old stretch of land with the cottage at the end. A bayview of the ocean scene and a glance out towards the fisherman’s son.
Sails that sway and eyes that swim in satin sunsets
A fog in the distance setting yelling, “Be not weary! Like the prism has guided the sun into its final position and pink outlines the horizon; I am here for you”
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Page three/Conclusion to Chapter One
As you could already depict from my previous statements I am difficult to be around.
Thoughts flow through my head of harsh substance.
I often think of those times I have wronged the people I do and do not care for. Even the most subtle of instances catch my attention, and I think of the ways I could have made things easier.
This is often not the case of how I do things. Instead I retract my...
FROM HERE I AM MAKING A STORY I HOPE YOU FOLLOW...
Okay I am about to embark something new to me here. Starting now I will be aligning a entangled poem featuring various vices, booby traps, and an all around vicious, melodic, melancholic, peaceful, realistic, surrealistic vibes. There will be a main character. So far this is all I can tell you, because not a lot of thought has not gone into it. HA. Well, wish me luck….
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Merry Christmas
Sliding down hillsides in amusing merriment
Children of the Lord every white season moment
Until mother comes a calling and into the house they run
Warm cookies for all and hot chocolate for everyone
I got aggravated today in the job that I occupy
I learned a lesson and felt through my pride
I should have seen it coming, but not from and elder like you
It’s to be not like you in any sense
In any case will I not be a thirty year old with no job responsiblity
Some one I should take guidance from
You act like a child and drown it out with anger towards everyone but yourself
Lacking...
Light shines from tender waves of heaven
Tomorrow’s double feature of cradles and bath tubs
Little boys run aimlessly with toy guns
Mother’s baking sweet love in lavish kitchens
Baby girl in daddy’s arms sitting watching television
Hopeless gardens in American livingrooms
A dream forgotten long after a constitution
Built for stablility of nation now crumbling
For the day we travel home in broke down cars
All the while our little arms push
Our legs stretch to catch the next piece of land
And I am falling down the stairs
The livingroom is full of yesterday’s friends
Rotten food lines the trash bin
My car won’t start to get away
My legs won’t flee to run away
My arms won’t swing to fight off the day
All the while we fell...
Everything's Ugly Broken In Pieces
I gave up when I fell through the floor
Lightening strikes more than once
Raining down on me
Fuck it, I can’t stop-
So I just keep walking
Talking in my sleep
The devil appeared in my dreams-
Last night, and ask if I wanted my pain to fade
I screamed ‘yes’ and fell another thousand feet
How could I know in a land of tricksters who my arch enemy is
Well I am, when I...
I was always weary of passenger drivers
Something didn’t rub me the right way when I was a child
Mostly I sat quiet with awkward silence
I was left to think and wonder about the people around me
Like a researcher or scientist with a end result
I reached high school and I acted out my findings
Like a child I was messed up, crooked, and awkward
I could blame it on my father for not...
Here I am amongst the fog
Writhing painful shrieks in the dark
Cowering girls and brave little boys reach to touch my home
A dense little place that no one should reach,
But more often than not I find solace in a detrimental place
“Why?”, Don’t ask
I’ve been this way for way too long
So as it’s read I’ll stay this way and linger with the moon
I remember in days of old
Old to me
Years I was confused of who I was and who I’d grow up to be
Most of you wouldn’t have liked me
Confused, under achieved
A cheater
If not I wouldn’t have made it out of high school
Stupid, ignorant and angry
A psycho
I grew and realized I tried too hard
I became someone I wasn’t
I even dressed to fit a part
I was a method actor...
“Have you heard the news
He lost control; he’s spinning loose!
Yesterday I saw him bent down tying his shoes
Don’t you see the world’s gone mad
Why doesn’t he slip them on like all the rest
Work smarter not harder”
I’m sick of this phrase
I like putting myself in danger
Don’t get it twisted I expect not to live forever
But it doesn’t...
I break buildings down to stories
Giants and Mammoths cover the pages
Angels die when doves fly from cages
All part of rabbit in hat magicians
We’re conartist to childhood amusement
As adolesence we lose ourselves fearing bewilderment
And I simply find peace in cornerstone symetry
Flying on the wings of such useless birds
Phantoms are feared by darkened days
Snow is just glitter from a little girls art kit
Or maybe flakes from a building burning
Whatever it may be I am still just a man
A man who quotes what others have said
I don’t call it wisdom just accepted plagiarism
Oh how you look so perfectly pure
The cigarette that hangs from you finger tips
The stroke of your tongue washing your lip
I’m feeling your body all the way to your hips
Igniting our beauty we burst into flames
On the wings of a pheonix so tamelessly entwined
We found love in that night
Down dark streets near your house
You never smoked before
I got you to still
The story of our...
Animal, Animals
Oh valiant animals
Saving hapless fools
They clutch your fur and find their peace
In you, in you
Oh valiant animals
When you have depression you live in the dark. You don’t see colors like you did when you first came into the world. Things just get dim. You see, I was doomed from the start. I, a fully formed baby with fresh cuts just out the womb. Almost strangled and choked. Someone didn’t want me to live. I’m here now, and though I was saved more than once, I still at times feel abandoned....
Part Un:
Nothing new but blood and mortar
Flailing arms reaching for the sky
It’s another sunday morning
We watched a canary fly on deaf ears
A leader with his legs crossed and arms stretched wide
All around people fell, spoke, and spewed a vicious word
So many knives in so many threatening hands
Commending wills so willing to put fiery before reason
A logical staff with candles...
My eyes are aligned to the circles on the page
Slowly I drift off into sleep
I’ll be brief
You are nothing like we thought you’d be
We sculpted you from clay
Every stroke of the putty knife carefully place
Still your face is worn with scars now
You have so little to look forward to
But who am I to say
I’m alone and burnt
Drunk and scorned
My hair is thinning and I...
Diaries and journals that trace her steps
Easels and canvas that follow his tracks
Bottomed out and penniless
Forever these hours hang by an noose
Gallows of empty prays, promises, and tears
She let it go at 15;
He at 18
They met some years later reading King James
They fell days later and drowned in a lake
Long roads with precious molds-
Walks of life that fall like snow
A car that wrecks on the dead man’s curve
At eleven I drove that car
I turned around and fought a wall and lost like all the rest
In the moment it was fun listening to Meat Loaf
Replaying all the swears
In the kitchen there we were,
Next to the addition in our new house
Until minutes later my father calls
Coming to...
He gave his pennies to the fountain
She gave her heart to the sea
He gave his honor to the vessal
She gave her life to support his dream
Apart for years and seven seas
He arrived one day to kiss the keel and knelt before her feet
He rest his head upon her bosom
She sings him soft to sleep
Still she’s selfless and without bitterness
A life so hard she grin and bears
Shrugs off worry...
What’s happened here?
There is blood on my shoes and I-
I am empty and refused
My gas tank has been warning me for days now and still-
Still I have been ticking on like a time bomb neglecting its detonation
I am cannon fodder and wet gun powder
My arms are the muskets refusing to fire
I tear apart my head to find solice in-between reason
My lips ripped red from my vicious fangs
I...
“There are so many hammocks to catch you if you fall, so many laws to keep you...”
– ~ Henry Rollins (via gatekeeper) (via suddenly)
Capitalism! Commerce! Also, romantic bullshit.
(via quietbrava)
Fuck yeah!
Warm fire flames light smooth chilled winter nights
Cider pours sweet in satiated glasses filling up stomaches
Childrens’ voices laughing outside creeping up from under the breeze way
As the sun hides away they run in with cold hands and red noses
Weary from a long day playing with all their new found treasures
Snow angels littering the lawn, glossy snow families line the street side
...
Ticks of a clock from across the room
Four corners for my mind to escape to
I leapt to the window to see the fuss
Just another patient wheeled in off the bus.
Alone in this room
What did I do to deserve this life I live
I stay in scrubs for the fifth day here
Awaiting the tenth which never feels near.
Ambien and group therapy cures drugs with new ones
I’m barely breathing here
...
I’m what you get when you dip your apples in chaos and eat every carnal year
Retreating in summer’s heat to a refuted winter chill
Turning your back on collapsing bridges and old women who shiver
I quiver at the thought of my head
Where has it been?
Processed meat entangled in twine and cobb webs
The cradle is empty and still I swing it
Lost in common day multiplication
Revered...
Soiled and matted
Feeling less than likely
-Day to day-
Open and closed;
Windows cracked draw cold wind blows
Fortunate for me I have my sweater
All my life I wish I could even wonder what it would be like to have share one moment with a grandfather who would talk stories of old to me. You know the kind of stories that make you think of a simple world with lessons all around. But, better yet, like a horse, they put my blinders on. I went straight and narrow with all including tunnel vision. I lost my way and fell asunder weights of time...
I hate people who hit and run. They have families...
Skinned knees bleeding through his new jeans
The bicycle lay mangled on the side of the street
Contusions around his face and chunks of hair missing from his scalp
Broken limbs tangled like circus pretzels
“No one around to save you.
I’m sorry I’ve got a family I can’t go to jail
I’d rather live with my chances of going to hell.”
Black willowing stares through icicle surprise
Fixations on highway foklore told at truck stop coffee bars
She sits shameless in the passengers seat
Her legs are crossed and her dress hiked up
The chains hit the tar in a silent war
Bringing on the bombs of winter’s cold
The breath freezes in thin air rain down hail on the leather seats
Damaged fingers biten by the frozen snakes
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