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 Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 12:31 am
The Poet
I haven't written poetry,
In oh so very long.
Nor drafted any stories,
Or lyrics to a song.
My brain has given up, perhaps,
On such creative things.
Grounded in the world, it lacks
Its once beautiful wings.
Where did all the beauty go,
The passion and the fear?
Where's the wry, satiric wit
That we hold so dear?
Sadly it has gone away,
Never to return.
Yet meta sparks it back to life!
Will the fire burn?
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 6:35 pm
One,
The number of the sun,
The source of all our fun,
Our glory now is won,
Let's praise our God for one,
New ages have begun,
Our lives have come undone,
Our souls are on the run,
Is it all because of one,
The father and the son,
The pharaoh and the nun,
Fighting with sword and gun,
Can there be only one,
The angry simian,
Is staring at the bun,
The work day's almost done,
And soon there will be none.
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 4:06 pm
Midnight Labyrinth
I am there and you are not,
What once was known is now forgot.
Has all this struggle been for naught?
You are here, but I am not.
Where are trees, where is the field?
The source of life, and knowledge yield
Countless treasures used to shield
The wounds which were never healed.
As the day turns into night,
All are like children, bound in fright,
Few accept, while others fight
To search for the hidden light.
What will their new quest let them find?
The journey starts within the mind.
Will they learn the world in kind,
Is the blind leading the blind?
Layers they shall peel away,
Until pain forces them to stay,
"Eureka!" they will proudly say,
They've found the nonexistent day.
You are there, but I am not.
I watch you learn what I forgot.
Your struggles have all been for naught,
I am here, but you are not.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 10:45 am
Lizard On A Rock
Basking in the setting sun,
Longing for heat, well past gone.
No more energy to run,
Survive the night, and see the dawn.
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 9:30 pm
No Lyrics
I was going to write a poem for you,
But I forgot the words,
Plucked from every language,
Including some made for the express purpose
Of describing your beauty.
I was going to capture your essence
In the lyrics of a song,
But the thought of boiling you down
Made me weep
For everything I'd lose.
I was going to capture you on film,
The perfect record, no?
But alas, I could not find
A screen sharp enough, and speakers crisp enough
To bring forth your life.
So thus, I'll use my camera
To capture you today.
You'll be immortalized forever,
Frozen in your perfect pose...
Oh, wait.
I was going to take a picture,
To remember you as perfect.
Without your flaws, your shortcomings.
A flash would erase your failures
No airbrush needed.
Instead, I'll simply love you,
Your beauty and your flaws,
Because everything else I tried
Simply didn't come close
To you.
Rekindling
"Probably awkwardly," I said to myself
As I thought about familiar faces
That I haven't seen in a long, long time.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 11:05 pm
Dissolving
"Always never," she said to me
As she took the ring off her finger
And wiped the tear from my raw cheek.
Life Outlasted
Rusty pine cones on the trees,
Watered one too many times
By a gardener since seized
When the oil wells ran dry.
Perspective
"When the log rolls over, we'll all be dead,"
That is what the little ant said,
Words echoing from inside the head,
"When the log rolls over, we'll all be dead."
The ceremony of Janet and Fred,
Repeating the words as they are read,
"With this ring, I thee wed,
When the log rolls over, we'll all be dead."
Through the desert, they were led
Disciples of the One who bled,
Give us this day our daily bread,
When the log rolls over we'll all be dead.
It's Romantic?
I love the way the walls quake,
When you belch your song of love,
And how you take my breath away,
Tackling me from above.
I love the way you leave a mess,
When you have to go,
And how you hang your head in shame,
When the neighbors say, "Hello!"
I love the horrid little fads,
And every lamesauce song,
Always an excellent excuse,
To tease you all night long.
I love the way you ask for help,
When you fail at math and life,
It makes me hope you'll someday be,
My failure of a wife.
I love the way I'm writing this,
Because you mentioned it to me,
So I leave it here for you to find,
A verse for all to see.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 12:25 am
The Science Of Forgetting
I can't let go of the past.
I wish I could, but
I cannot get a fresh start.
Perhaps if I had a new face,
I could change. Don't you see?
If I tell myself there is
Someone on my side
We might make it.
Dishonesty? No, just a gamble.
Can't you grasp the chance I must take?
I'll love you always,
But I have to go.
I wish I was there,
My friend.
I hope you can finally understand,
And realize
That I can never let it go
But I try.
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Apathy
The inspiration fades away
Skies once blue, now are gray
No more tomorrow, just today.
The pleasure lost, the feeling gone
Disappointing those relying on
My smile, once rising sun at dawn.
Who are you now, once loyal friend
Who'd stay with me to the bitter end?
You are no longer my godsend,
But another face in the crowd
Your unique voice lost in the loud
Cries of the masses, in a dense cloud
Of fog. So let me rot,
And waste my life. My lot
Is bland these days. I'm not
The lively one the world forgot.
-----
Water--it's wet!
And delicious to eat!
It'll clean your a**
And wash your feet!
If you are fire,
Get the hell out of town,
While it blasts the stains
From your sister's gown.
If you're too dry
It'll rain 'till you choke,
And then bust a dam
As a practical joke.
Don't mess with water
Or it'll dissolve some acid
And burn off the rest
Of this poe--
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 6:41 pm
Celestial Cuisine
The lard of the Lord, cooked in a pie
To fatten the full.
Their arteries clog, 'till one day they die.
It's made into soap, to wash away sin
And scrub off all guilt
Until they go out and get dirty again.
Lube for a lover, problems slide away
'Till death do they part.
If sweetness turns sour, cutter saves the day.
And when times turn tough, they reach for the fire
And light biofuel.
Inferno of death will fill every desire.
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 3:31 pm
Adult Swim
Who is here to seek
The meaning of the meaningless
Chasm that plagues our lives?
Who is here to reason
With that irrational figment
We can never derive?
Who are you to tell us
The rules of the game
Do you think that will jive
Where rules are unruly,
And structure unstructured
Where perception leads astray,
Your bags are too heavy
For the journey of the deep
Discard your knowledge
Before making the dive...
Burning my desire
No one can take you hire
Down to the depths
Yule never sea
Darkness al laround yo, a
nd when teh nite is thr
ew the pla
ces you want tobee
iN the tre can
t yor forh darbun bre
s
a
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bur? File no
wun greev
Srry yrp asjun bilch--
Back to the surface,
Time to breathe.
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 7:42 pm
Well Hung
Fiddle dee dee, fiddle de do
The emperor took a giant poo
In the stairwell leading down into
A room forgotten by time.
And taking care not to miss,
He sprayed his turd pile with fresh, warm piss
While openly admitting to you that this
Was for the sake of the rhyme.
Legends of old, heroes of new
End the day with a passionless screw
Though stairs and chamber pots are ******** transcends all time.
And who am I, to bring you this song,
Filled with secrets that are morally wrong
As the infected vaginas and crusty old dongs
That plague my revolting rhymes?
A humble musician, of far lower class
Than our mighty lord, who empties his a**
On walkways through which his servants pass,
Now isn’t that sublime?
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 7:43 pm
Lawful Good
“Marry me, and be my wench,”
Said the handsome knight, above the stench
Of rotting feces from heroes dead
That filled her nares with ill and dread.
He’d come on his valiant steed
To prove with this, his heroic deed
The young squire of peasant ancestry
Can earn his place in nobility.
“You are my hero,” she said,
“I know that you nearly lost your head
Fighting that horrible, fiery beast
Plunging your dagger into its breast
“As it slowly bled to death
The salvation of its final breath;
I owe my life to you. But alas
I cannot pledge my love. So trespass
“Not on my soul anymore,
I am a damsel, but not a whore!
Shall I trade shackles that kept me caged
For those of the forcibly engaged?
“The noble spirit is love
For the sake of right, reward above
Is greater than an earthly display
Of bravery boasted through slavery.”
The noble, grinding his teeth,
“You ungrateful b***h,” he began to seeth,
“I braved the eternal swamp for you,
Survived the monster of witches’ brew,
“Slayed the horrid beast of prey,
I survived the moat; I saved the day!
Without reward, what good is this quest?
I paid my dues, I deserve your breast!”
One last glance at his fair dame,
Who dared refuse the chivalry game.
Her feet bound in chains across the floor,
His gaze shifted to the open door.
He snapped the lock, kept the key
“Now rats you’ll eat for eternity!”
The young squire of peasant ancestry
Has truly earned his nobility.
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 6:20 pm
Unpolished
Down to the docks
Past the gray rocks
To see the wood floating by
As I look to the ___
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Tides of Oil
Never to there, a creature so rare
Its face a shadow of gray.
Blood on the earth streaks
Across the green gills
Of freedom.
Forever the pain, driving insane
The child covered in goo.
He takes a deep breath, thinks
Of a life well spent
Dying.
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A Cheaply Dire Cost
Wavering prophets,
They've traveled by car
To bring us the news
Of nothing so far.
Lights shining forth,
To dampen the star.
Would you like a cigar?
Hotel of horrors,
They're all out of towels.
Persecution by massive
Crowds wearing scowls
Whipping them dead with
Their jeers and their howls.
Excuse me while I move my bowels.
The rockets' red glare,
Bombs bursting in air
To catch God's attention
If He's really there.
A hotline to heaven
To voice our despair.
Do we really expect Him to care?
The Celestial Railroad
Now rots and decays.
Too arduous for pilgrims,
When travel took days.
God's heavenly airline,
First class both ways.
Everybody, put up your trays.
Expect hot days
Breathe in dry air
Ignore smells foul
The way things are
Your baggage is lost.
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 8:42 am
Universal Linguistics
Westerly, the moon has risen,
To the east the sun will set
Across the vertical horizon
Why haven't we had sex yet?
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 11:23 am
X Love
Only one, not three
I will give to thee
Not excessively
So that I can see
Your true beauty
Always with the bran
No dicks get out of hand
I will be your man
This will be my plan:
I'll love you all I can
At night, in bed I lay
As I begin to pray
I call to God and say,
"Why is she so far away?
I miss her every day."
IASILWYRNAIWTBWYSBAILYALSILMILSMILLOML
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Annihilation of Memories
Flavor pods from the days of yore,
Garnish sustenance nevermore.
Dead are all the clucking beasts,
Rotting their uneaten feasts.
Officers keel in dread,
Identifying dead.
Their parents arrive,
Are they still alive?
How could this be?
Humanity
Is quite frail
It has failed
We need
Our greed
For
More.
---
Eleventh Station
If you were a tree,
What kind would you be?
Locked on the mainland,
Or roots in the sea?
Content in the ground,
Or yearning to walk free?
Home for the sparrow,
Food for the bee?
Would you donate
Your dead wood to me?
Could I carve messages
Deep into thee
Left for all to see?
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 11:24 am
Mysterious Ways
Person of the great blue altar,
How I wonder why you falter,
Armed with all the lights so bright
To guide us through our days and nights?
Yet days grow short and nights grow long,
Each year. The sparrow sings its song,
No more. The warmth of golden sun
Replaced by ice and snow. You've won
The battle but lost so much more,
Like your soul. Marching into war,
The darkness flanks your dusk and dawn
Until your spirit's nearly gone.
Alas! As sure defeat looms near,
You charge! He retreats! Spring is here!
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Revolution
The servant, the sire
The villagers conspire
To pay all their homage
To thee.
Their titles they plunder,
Royalty torn asunder,
In their revolt against
Nobility.
Success, it comes quickly
Stench of death lingers thickly
Success in their worldly
Pursuits.
But some are still raving,
The whole world needs saving!
This Dream can bear many
More fruits.
Their terror sets in
As they quell every sin
And they watch as their Dream
Rambles
Order starts to fall
Chaos conquers all,
And the Dream is reduced to
Shambles
Then, by divine saving grace,
One rises from disgrace,
Promises this chaos will
Retire
He'll unite us again!
He'll be our best friend!
As long as we all call
Him sire.
---
Far Away, in The Land of The Blue
You saw me, and I saw you.
We talked, we laughed, we learned, and we grew.
And I fell madly in love with you
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