working seven days a week
cant stop moving
gotta clear my mind
ready to go
want a third job
who needs sleep
can’t catch a break
always thinking
never knew which way to go (more…)
The Fight Within
starting world war three in my mind
sat down to dream
got lost in the napalm
stuck and burning like always
so i began to write
dreaming of dreams that couldn’t be dreamed
laughing and screaming at the blind man staring back at me
the mirror tells only what the eyes will see
gave away my everything for thy nothingness (more…)
Random Ramblings
broken lies and unasked whys
carrying me through my own demise
scared and unafraid, it’s been a while since i’ve been laid
working two jobs and getting paid
haven’t seen much of my friends in too damn long
i’ve been wrong before but this time i’m just gonna hit the bong
watching the world build mountains of trash higher than mountains themselves
dancing with my own demonic elves (more…)
…can anyone help with a name for this one?
too many dead baby jokes in the days gone by
gotta get high
but my mind runs wild with death running the place
feed my face
with friends gone away
lets celebrate life the right way
grilling up the body in pieces
then lets have some reese’s
gotta free my mind from that chaotic hold
lets go get bold (more…)
Criminal Mind
this world is so addicted to crime
i began selling time
do you want to get raped
im selling the place
how about getting shot
im selling the spot
as i sell crime back to you
im making money as you get kidnapped too
as your getting robbed
think about me and dont be a sobbing
thats what im here for
kicking in your door
i know it all seems so real
but that’s what you wanted to feel
How to get a job
You Need A Job
You’ve been looking for 8 months now
Going crazy
Unemployment checks stop soon
Whatcha gonna do
Sitting around downloading new movies
Applying for jobs
Playing stupid facebook games
8 Months and no work yet (more…)
Encircle
I have it pretty good.
You can’t get better than this.
For example, take Jack Nicholson’s face
in that movie ‘As Good As It Gets’
Well, I got it better.
The pure enlivenment from aspects of my brain
shoots up and then diffuses at the top of my head.
It’s like, when popstars cry about being sad,
I’m just stealing their energies. (more…)
My Torn Soul
I’m posting my love story . . .
I have been dating the same man on and off since 2003. I fell in love with him in 2000 in high school. I only attended this school for one year. He protected my integrity when a high school football player was rude to me. 3 years later, he stops me at a bar when I’m on a date and asked me for my number. I know he was watching me for a while because he knew my favorite hang out spot. I later find out that he had brain surgery and high school was a partially a fog to him. . . I also can’t expect him to remember me when I only had one class with him and the class so ridiculously easy neither of us attended. (more…)
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Lovin’ General
This is a piece I wrote at this one poetry forum where there was a sub-forum called ‘Love in General’. Thought it would be kinda funny to debut over there with a poem called Lovin’ General. Geddit? No?
The bars are downstairs for your receptions,
if there seem those you believe love you more than I.
Go now, if you absolutely must speak to them.
Leave me here, alone, with my real devotees. (more…)
Lovin' General
This is a piece I wrote at this one poetry forum where there was a sub-forum called ‘Love in General’. Thought it would be kinda funny to debut over there with a poem called Lovin’ General. Geddit? No?
The bars are downstairs for your receptions,
if there seem those you believe love you more than I.
Go now, if you absolutely must speak to them.
Leave me here, alone, with my real devotees. (more…)
Laser Death
This is an old poem from when SONY began doing it’s blu-ray thing.
—
As I walked into Harry’s apartment
my shoes came entwined in strands
of VHS and Betamax.
Harry, Harry! I screamed into blue darkness,
feet gathering a black mass — trudging!
Harry! What on Earth has happened?
Deep in the center, shrouded in a sickly interlaced glow
hunched Harry. Fiddling with buttons,
seven remote controls.
Harry, Harry! What on Earth has happened?
Harry’s horrid grin cornered round his head
threatening some evil demise to my techno innocence.
“I’ve just transferred all of my VHS and Betamax
to DVD.
All of it!†(more…)
Making Use Of A Chilly Morning
Randy, like foals at play
we stumble
twisted in sheets of passion
twisted, just as you like it
bent, spindled, mutilated
spent
burning flesh in the folds of desire
undulating
incubating
fierce
molded together like clay and wire
images formed which would make folks blush
rose from the seascape of sweat
delving deep in the frenzy of waves
tossed mane
shaken woes
euphoria.
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