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 Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 11:25 am
Insane
Seven miles of dark terrain,
Never bring us home again,
The countless bodies we have slain
War for profit, death for gain
Now excruciating pain
Screaming in the brain
In this tomb we all are lain
Food for earth's most fertile grain.
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Fidelity
Seven men with seven wives,
Seven distinctly different lives
Search the world for love that's true
But I will settle for just you.
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Futility
Frothy filthy foaming feeding
From fallow farm of farmer's famine
Forlorn to fry four foal for food,
For fur, for fire, for feared fatality.
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Soliloquy of Solace
I am many different things
To many different people,
A shepherd's crook to some,
Leading sheep into the steeple.
To others hell incarnate,
Satan rising from the grave.
To some, cruel and cowardly,
To others, kind and suave.
The serious comedian,
Rules strictly followed
Rhythm and rhyme
Rapidly swallowed as
Life devolves into
Chaos.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 8:27 pm
Fallibility
I don't know whether there's a you,
Or whether there's a me,
Or whether my country exists,
From sea to shining sea.
I don't know that the birds exist
In unknown skies above,
Or whether God is watching them,
Or even if there's love.
I don't know whether scientists
Can tell us things are real,
Or whether nonexistent dreams
Are all we see and feel.
But I believe in God above,
And our world down below,
I believe that science tells us
The things we cannot know.
I believe in dogs and kittens,
And mutant crops to eat,
Beliefs that fill the unknown void when
My knowledge claims defeat.
And if you laugh at my beliefs,
'Cause I don't know they're true,
Then logically that also means
I shouldn't believe in you.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 7:38 pm
Futilism
The south wind sings a horrid lullaby,
Roaring through the trees with hateful ire,
Destroying all the lands of noble men,
Their acres wasted by the wind's desire.
The chords of workers come to an abrupt
End. Their livelihoods destroyed by wind's sharp
Lyrics. To the street they run to be fed,
Peddling their wares under an old frayed tarp.
The nobles work their lands alone in shame,
Selling them to merchants as need be,
The peddlers take their noble titles on,
Former lords work their lands diligently.
The south wind sings a horrid lullaby,
A new song to disrupt the world is nigh.
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 2:45 pm
Aphasia
"Lye lye lye lye, lye lye"
I almost want to cry.
My mind can't fathom why
All they can hear is "lye."
Ideas, they flow from me,
I've seen infinity,
But you will never see
My expressivity.
This prison holds me fast,
Obscures my glorious past,
How can my thoughts outlast
This dreadful lye-filled cast?
I do not wish to die
Before I've said goodbye,
I'll give it one last try:
"Lye lye lye lye, lye lye."
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 8:21 pm
rainbow butterfly bunnies
flapping in the sun
searching for a pretty flower
to give to their true loves
and spread their colors
throughout the world
the scientist's greatest light bulb,
genetically engineered to bring
peaceful thoughts unto the world
rainbows in minds and hearts,
the bunnies flapping on
fertile, they cover the earth,
replace the kitten as man's best pet,
more versatile than a screw driver,
they feed on dog treats, cheese, carrots,
and especially human love
macgyver, armed with
a screw driver, spatula, and book
could not defeat the glorious majesty
of man's greatest invention,
the rainbow butterfly bunny
and when the grass is barren,
and war destroys the earth,
the bunnies will still be there
to lick away the children's tears
and fill the world with rainbows
'till all men's hearts are changed,
and the butterfly bunny's symbol
brings peace unto the world
and all earth lives in harmony
never again will one man lift a finger
to harm another
and all will be love and rainbows
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Jaded
They all say they're worth a thousand words,
But I'm really not so sure
That the pictures I churn out these days
Are worthy anymore.
I was broken oh so long ago,
I barely can recall it
The sharp clarity I had before
I fell into that pit.
So why hasn't he thrown me out yet?
Why does he seem to prefer?
My lens is cracked and my flash is gone,
My pictures are a blur!
And yet he keeps taking more and more,
Broken pictures fill his binders,
How can he cherish those so ghastly,
Terrible reminders?
So I gathered up the courage, and
Asked him to explain to me
Why he insists on feigning; why should
I be fooled by pity?
"Oh gentle child," he said to me, "It's
Not pity at all. I call
To all who see your works that you are
The greatest gift of all.
"A picture's worth a thousand words, but
Your pictures are worth much more,
For they've all the words they'd normally have,
Plus oddities galore.
"Each other camera takes exactly
The same picture, while your unique
Perspective on this world is beauty
Which others should bespeak.
"You think you're broken, you might be right
But beautifully broken.
You light the lives of those around you,
Even if unspoken."
Could it be true, can I be special?
The odd concept whirled and whirled,
My cracks are all a special part of me,
My gift unto the world.
So I'll continue to soldier on,
My photos cover his wall.
A thousand words is a decent start,
But I can beat them all.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 4:08 pm
"Never surrender!"
Cried out our valiant leader,
Before taking a shot to the brain.
The heroes surged forward,
With bayonets glistening,
The mark of the truly insane.
They all loved their country,
No longer their home,
They'll never go back there again,
Ripped apart by cannon,
Exploded by land mines,
Torn down by machine bullets' rain.
A victim of stage fright,
Frozen by my leader,
Covered in bits of brain.
I went home a coward,
Returned to society,
And spent my life curing its pain.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 6:12 pm
Promotion
In the days before I was rich,
My boss was a terrible witch,
She rode my a** every day,
With its one eye she would play,
‘Till t’was sore and began to itch.
I began to start tending my sheep,
So my donkey could get some more sleep,
But to my great surprise,
She pulled the wool o’er my eyes,
Slapped my a** ‘til it started to weep.
She cast a spell so I’d fear her,
I defended myself with a mirror,
She growled, “You little snitch!”
Became a humongous b***h,
So I sold her and bought a new shearer.
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 2:18 pm
Encounter
The fleshy spires of molted dread
Went circling 'round overhead
He looked up with a smile and said,
"Holidays are coming."
The darkness crept forth o'er the land,
As we prepared our final stand,
And crossed the line drawn in the sand,
Just as he'd planned.
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2012 4:55 pm
Quasality
A nightly noon the sweetly lullaby,
Alive tonight for watching o'er the land,
Awash with frightened nuanced banging awry,
Awakens from the depths of young quicksand.
Cleanse the round surfactant and rise up,
Careful not to rouse the vengeful eyre,
Catching flowing voids to full the cup,
Cremating all the heroes on the pyre.
Loquacious voices sprouting overhead,
Loud daggers piercing my fragile tympanum,
Lock down the fiery deluge of my dread,
Lost souls forever lost from all Christendom.
Yet afore the night is through, the merry lark
Yells out as dagger teeth bring on the dark.
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 11:06 am
Growing The Beard
Floating away on blue horizons,
Dreary silence fills the air,
And quells the mighty wind's uprisings,
Leaving earth alone and bare,
A state which once was quite content
Now burns with yearning for the day, yet
Fuel is scarce and fulminant
Fire lacks kindling to abet.
But we are strong, a race of warriors,
Though our fire's not very bright:
If we persevere this abject horror,
We just might make it through the night.
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Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2013 2:43 pm
Synchronicity
Enlightened tutors of the world,
Show us with your beaks unfurled,
The logic of the clowns at night,
Who guide us to sublime delight.
That pattern which we saw before,
Sucked boldy from our only floor rushed headlong into nevermore that thing we must abhor for sure and
Runs on to the break of dawn for soon we will be dead and gone and
How can we escape the fate that gives us not a discount rate but pushes us to never wait for sense to save us from the bait and
With recursive backdrop read we finally get a sense of dread give us this day our daily nothing
Where have all
To which becoming?
Light the fire upon the wick,
And wake me up before I'm sick and tired
Of vertiginous illusions causing all the ranks' confusions can we say it was contusion or
Rather than admit defeat we learn to turn the other cheek offering olive branch of life he must agree this does make sense and sir you cannot think this way or else you'll die to rue the day you lived to suffer dead and gone
I get the joke, it's not
Or is
A laugh
Let's say
It's not today But
darkness creeps to set the line, I get
that lost the format's time where
To the garbled much of joy I say--
Enlightened tutors of the world,
When the truth becomes unfurled,
Its darkness will destroy your light,
And you will join me in the night.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 4:58 pm
turkey
lately i’ve been wondering what makes me hate turkeys so much
there is no reasoning behind this vitriol except for the felt-hewn confines of childhood. the vast and frightening realms i tread with bare uneasy feet
that is a turkey puppet. the source of this anguish. the anger and hatred
older than me and wilted by the time i was five, the turkey puppet loomed large in my childhood
when its beak was opened, it let loose a garbled, warbled cry to the heavens. release me, the demon said to my childish ears. the soundbox was warped and aged when i first shoved my small hand into its rough hole and the cry was muffled, warped. satanic
on its sewn tongue in its felt mouth there was a small disc that reacted to light. made the sound. the turkey puppet was never a favorite toy but it rose above the others with a blank, beady-eyed stare
its domain was the toybox made of plastic and static electricity. its age made its mouth flop open permanently and whenever the blue lid of the box slid open its cry could be heard
play with me
why do you want that cabbage patch dog child? gobble gobble
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 7:19 pm
Activision
Bring me the light that I see from afar,
As I inhale on my Zuban zigar,
I'll fight for my right to breathe in the sweet tar,
And destroy all the world's greatest woes.
I have studied so much that the words filled my head,
I'll cut through the crap, and I offer instead
The words of great wisdom to relieve your dread
As only the enlightened one knows.
So now I will toil to stand up for what's right,
Yes! I will not rest 'till the end of the fight,
In a world of confusion I'll be guiding light,
The shepherd who reaps what he sows.
The plight of the poor is an utter disgrace,
They'll go without food, but I'll not shave my face,
I will sacrifice for the whole human race,
Losing self as the harsh stubble grows.
So I'll post and I'll post to make others aware,
Yes, I'll toil and I'll suffer 'till they start to care,
I'll post my new picture, and then I'll click "share,"
Change the world through my generic prose.
I've sacrificed all simply to save the day,
The fruits of my labor will be on display,
Pity me not! Though I've lost much today:
I'll shave 'fore it reaches my nose!
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 7:56 pm
Tishtopia
Wouldn't it be so nice,
If everyone could just be nice?
No rape, no murder, no deceit or theft. No angry drivers beating each other to death.
Just niceness to rule the land.
Wouldn't it be so grand,
If everyone could just be grand?
No petty disputes, no perseverating. No exploitation of masturbating.
Just grandness to make everyone great.
Wouldn't it be so great,
If everyone could just be great?
No forgotten poor pining away, no starving children with no friends to play.
Just greatness of all mankind.
Wouldn't it be so kind,
If everyone could just be kind?
No famine, no wars, no beating up whores. No foul words or cruelty or harassing nerds.
Such kindness would be so nice.
Also, kittens are nice, too.
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 9:05 pm
Conversating
When will I write this poem?
When will I write this poem?
I don't know, perhaps when
I get better at writing them?
When I'm not working
On the weekend
Or have people staying
Or going on hols!
So now? Will you help me?
Work, it's lame.
I wish I didn't have to, I forget
The timing on those poems.
I'm not trying very hard,
It should be a challenge.
Maybe make it a nice one?
Oh, now I'm at work!
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