Sometimes I
Sometimes I Sometimes I believe in time running Time running between my arms.. Sometimes I hold something Ill with my spirit Spirit of my hands Sometimes I forget to light a cigarette, And watch smoke Sometimes I fell power between air Air
I THOUGHT I HEARD THE word THIRD
I DON'T KNOW WHERE SHE WENT, SHE JUST UP AND DISAPPEARED
an uNKIND KIND OF KINDLING
REMEMBER THE HOKEY-POKEY....WASN' THAT YOU PUT YOUR RIGHT FOOT IN THEN YOU PUT YOUR FOOT IN YOUR MOUTH
R e T u R n TO tender
RETURN TO TENDER I wrote my lover a letter saying I wish you were here I’m as lonely as a dove whose mate just died In that letter I made my need for her amply clear And I would let her know when all my tears finally have dried Being alone l
feet FIRST deAD FREd
because half my life is urban legend, the other half a lie
D.N.R. EVER EVEN IF YOU THINK I CAN LIVE please!
I NEED HER LIKE A WALTZ NEEDS MUSIC, PAINT FOR A PORTRAIT AND A CLOWN NEEDS MAKE-UP I PROMISED MY SON NOT AGAIN, BUT THIS ONE WOULD BE ONLY THREE YEARS OLDER THAN HIM....HE, HIS WIFE AND MY WHOMEVER COULD ALL LISTEN TO "SLIGHTLY STOOPID" WHILE I LISEN TO SAMMY DAVIS JR. PARTICULARLY "MR. BOJANGLES
YO J! THIS AIN'T A "J" POEM
since i'm only 2178 this isn't isn't half the poem whomever the number one poet is...imagine the aura that must surround him
born BLIND to THE uni-CURSE
number 1
breakfast AIN'T eggs BENEDICT THAT'S FOR SURE
THEY SERVED CALVES LIVER AT LEAST TWO TIMES A WEEK AND IT WAS RIGHT NEAR WHERE TIMOTHY LEARY WAS STAYING FOR THE SUMMER UP-STATE N.Y.
Hiding in the Cupboard
Hiding in the cupboard He saw it all He saw the knife flashing He saw the blood flowing He saw the body hit the floor He saw the killer's face And in his mind these thoughts run around Too much for a child to bear One that watched his mother
What's in a Name
Rising high on eagles wings Sounds of silence sighing Listen hear the angels singing Across the sky they're flying Birds of prey swooping down For their quarry to capture Heavenly choir sings songs Teaching, preaching rapture Like the qua
DOES N E 1 HAVE THAT STUPH FOR DRY EYES?
SO ANYWAY, THIS MIDGET WALKS INTOA BAR WITH A PRIEST AND A NUN...WELL AFTER I WHILE THE NUN.....AH, NEVER MIND, YOU PROBABLY DON'T CARE
terrors sea
i have written lots of poetry words of wisdom etc etc etc but this one alot of people like and so do i enjoy!
I WILL not I CANNOT
POOR LITTLE INNOCENT KIDS, AND THEY SMILE MORE OFTEN THAN DO I
A MAN MADE A MAD MASTER
i don't have the energy anymore to click my heels so i weep for the innocents dead instead
entitlement
. inside the heart starts to die outside the fire starts to burn living with regret never trusting faces never seeing people untrustworthy uncapable dealing stealing mayhem disorder chaos lost faith fighting to disrupt trying to kill the corrupt sne
a memory of death
a life of neglect turns from the inside out, a statement of regret suffers from the outside looking in, am i looking for a purpose to not find death, is it still within is there something to let it begin, im not here for your abuse, do you think that
youtube "LET THEM BE LITTLE" by anyone
i told her to tint those windows!
CAVIAT EMPTY
SHOOTING DOPE WAS DYNAMITE....SCORING IT BACK IN '65 WAS THE PROBLEM FOR A YOUNG WHITE BOY
THERE AIN'T NO SCO NO MO
I LIKE TO DANCE HORIZONTALLY
HEAVEN'S HOARDS
BECAUSE TOMORROW IS SUNDAY BUT I DON'T KNOW IF IT'S SILENT OR NOISY
Identity
I wrote this poem back in college when some friends and I would visit local coffee shops. It pretty much sums up my life at the time.
a billion WAYS TO SAY three little words
i'd wish this had happened but for the fact that after the alter appeard a child who would grow up to be a genius, have a hot genius wife and a cutest little son a father ever had...even mine!
champaign and pain
this is dedicated to my pet ferret chaos
Not Ready to Make Nice
Time passing Healing wounds Not all is forgiven
does anyone know a good recipe for aardvark?
because i caught this here aardvark and it must be good fer sumptin'
SHE'S STILL HONKING
I CAN'T I'VE KEPT THAT LADY WAITING BECAUSE YOU KNOW HOW ONE JOINT TURNS INTO TWO, AND THREE
every scar
something new
Miss Me?
Miss me? If I would die tonight... who would notice I was gone... God I've been alone for so damn long... Daddy? he was always gone...Mommy? says hush my show is on... A child without love isn't this wrong... Now all grown up... a single father of
I See
Your scars you hide them well On your legs beneath your jeans And long sleeves hide your arms Your abdomen crisscrossed Even your chest bears marks You hide them well so no-one sees But I look in your eyes and I see The pain and anguish within
help this child
once i had a father whho never was bothered he wanted peace in life he let mum send six of us with bleeding legs wth trousers on to hide the bloody legs after a whipping was sent dr to wonder why i pulled out my hair ocd and depression
Rebirth
All the Bad I Ever Did Now Lays Exposed No Longer Hid In Plain View of Judgment Eyes That Are Not Happy Till I Die. My Spirit Lives, Free From Chains No More Sorrow, No More Pain I Must Now Go To a Different Place And Watch My Body Laid To Was
I used to know her
Not accepting urself for u!!
Painted Face
Each phone call beneficial to the one on the other end. Who does the rock with the weight of the world on his back lean on. Happy voice and the positive attitude is just the paint on the face of one devastated. I built myself to adapt, but hate w
Sounds of Despair
A walk down the black side. No I am not feeling like that, thank you. Actually I am very happy and in a great relationship.
Voodoo (Martin Laveau)
Sounds of drums, people chanting Who is this interrupting my sleep I don't want to wake up, let me be Yet the voice insists that wake I must Slowly I stir, move my fingers Stretch my arms and legs Brush the dirt from round my eyes And take a
Walk on the Black Side
Sun has sunk below horizon And darkness creeps on in Arctic winds blow through soul And shatters all hope within Vultures peck at sightless sockets Deep to reach the brain therein Carrion eaters gather round To tear the flesh from bones W
Voodoo (Martin Laveau - Prologue)
In my life I was Lord and Master Of all I chose on this my land Singled out women as I pleased Had them begging on their knees Had slaves work my plantation Nothing more than human cattle Used the whip for insubordination Some of them I whip
MeEt tHe stReEt
it's tough living on the street when you're 18 and stealing slim jims jim's for dinner and a peach for breakfast. Lunch was indeterminate
teef tsrst daed
this is free's whatever he deems me de jour and i would just like you all to pray that tomorrow free wakes up anyone else except him again, that would be a favor for both of us Carrie Anne Perfection
past last at the from
because much as the Bible was dictated so men would scribe his words, instead i heard the voic of the dearly departed Mr. William Burroughs..there was a dude who wrote a lot of stuph and injected a lot of stuph
MODIFYING an ADJECTIVE, OR OBJECTIVE
THIS POEM IS ABOUT THE WORD ABOUT, I MEAN IF YOU SAY IT FAST 3,287 TIMES IT DOESN'T SOUND RIGHT