A DISTINCTION WITHOUT A DIFFERENCE
I WROTE THIS CUZ THE b*tch WON'T SHUT UP AND SO AS LONG AS I'M HIDING FROM HER i MAY AS WELL HAVE AUTHORED THIS POEM
G R O W I N G F R O M Y E A R T O F E AR
AND THE REST IS HIS STORY
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.
come HAVE GUN in this NEIGHborHOOD
AH, I SUPPOSE IT'S OKAY
THE EMPTY GARDEN
a very dark poem,inspired by this dark rainy day....and my thoughts about how my life has turned out up to this point....dark thoughts can be written on paper..its scary isnt it.
Empire
Somehow one day I will figure this out Why everything I have worked for has fallen down Walls that I built
Separate
Something from a more adolescent time Im 34 now.losing a daughter lead to drinking, drugging ,and anger that lead to growing up.I wrote this not sure if Id post it, but why not? May not be Hotel California but these were my own demons and devices I had to overcome.
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 DO NOT SEE THIS UNDER "VIEW MY POEMS"
I HOPE THAT ANGEL USES SOMETHING FOR THE DISH DETERGENT THAT WILL MAKE HER HANDS FEEL ANGELICALLY SOFT..OH WAIT..THEY ALREADY ARE
i do not see this posted to the second power
i ain't got time.....the b*tch who owns the Lexus and is treating me to a steak dinner is honking like crazy byyyyeeeee!
stop exchanges(belgian haiku)
a bloody sleepless night...
Chaos
Thats all I have to say about that...
untitled as of yet
In the darkest light Near the edge of sanity My visions sight Senses no vanity Its all a blurr An empty pit An echo a stir A rage a fit Black as coal Empty it seems I tug and i pull Yet no light beams Red rages on Silence sets in Where
the haiku night(zen story)
in state of haka meditation..
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
i hope JAMES DEAN didn't come back as a snail
WOULDN'T IT BE FUNNY IF A PERSON ALMOST DYING IS IN AN AMBULANE AND THE AMBULANCE DRIVER HAD A HEART ATTACK? AND TO NUMBER ONE, SEE, YOU NEED A GOOD SUBJECT MATTER, NOT JUST WORDS STRUNG TOGETHER IMPROPERLY AND FOR NIL!
B O R N B L I N D T O T H E U N I C U RSE
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO "MALTINE" WASN'T THAT THE LITTLE OBJECT KID SAID STUPH IN?
A street IN A burg CALLED the blues BABY
SOME YOUNG DUDE IN THE HOOD WHERE I HANG AND HOLLAR AT MY HOMIES MADE THIS INTO A RAP SONG.....MUSIC AND ALL.....EVERYONE WHO HAD A HAND IN MAKING THAT DEMO REALLY LIKED, BUT WE WERE THE ONLY ONES
H E R S
CHAPTER FIVE VS. V1 & V11 ACCORDING TO THE GOSPEL OF free cee!
youtube "LET THEM BE LITTLE" by anyone
i told her to tint those windows!
this is un-important compared TO GROWING DAISIES
NOW I CAN WATCH SAMMY DAVIS JR. DO "MR. BO JANGLES" AND MAKE ME CURSE THE CONCEPT OF DEATH
be with me..or die!
#@@^$@$^$#@#&(^&^^$%#@#@#@!!!!!!!!!!just slightly unstable right now...just add gasoline.
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
hers
HERS The impresario’s impressive and imperialistic chalice of beauty owned it And made no bones about it All the documents were signed properly Which thusly did make it her property She used it for reasons and purposes for which it was made U
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
PYSICALLY aged BUT spirtualLY YOUTHful
i was listening to some JAZZ, E....VEN THOUGH MY FRIENDS DON'T DIG IT
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
all TOO soon I'll forget YOUR NAME
because i don't know what happened to her maybe some of you do but last i heard is we were working sort of together and it was working out...sister and brother...now i'm an only child again
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
the crafty disciple(zen story)
give me the answer,poet my good crafty friend...
I WILL not I CANNOT
POOR LITTLE INNOCENT KIDS, AND THEY SMILE MORE OFTEN THAN DO I
this SINner was NO WinNEr
i ain't never been no saint but beieve me, she's been a whore for us just for smokes)
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
Not a good day!
As the great optimist I am, there are still days that feel heavy. Today was a day and a special friend at my side would not have been wrong. Is there life there is hope ..... or? However maybe sometimes the written word are heavier than my mood. However it is certainly a few lines with well-chosen words to taste at, the taste is bitter and harsh. Passion and longing, hope and despair, we've all been through it....
Purples
What do you find when looking for heart lost Terror grabs you and drags you screaming through the night When looking down at the edge of the abyss And all you see reflected back is helplessness This voice that insistently keeps calling you back