Thursday, April 12, 2007

poem poem

end the foolish days of old
to repeat the past is to cease to grow
constantly surpass the limitations of the pessimistic expectations
surprise the wicked faces of the grumpy twits that hold you to the ground
frowning in their pride they're drowning
as you relish the piercing sound
the trait to you it seems so queer
the noises so very few can hear
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Tuesday, April 03, 2007

poem poem poem

contact me from beyond
i am your curiosity
and once obtained
flowing through your veins
i will flourish expanding your wildest dreams
we're so alike you and i
grounded yet reaching for the sky
there a likeness in everything we hide
painfully obvious when eye to eye
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Tuesday, January 09, 2007

tears poem 

tears fall from my eye
but i never cry
i never make a sound
the tears just fall out
its gone so fast i miss it all
i was so small iv grown so tall
where i am going will it be as blissful as my birth
i did not know
there was no burden
I’m sorry everybody
i could have done so much
iv been so capable
just make it through the day
ignore regrets fears these tears
give me some courage to borrow
ill save my sorrow for tomorrow
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Tuesday, January 09, 2007

bearded lady poem 

the bearded lady lost her dog. he ran away from her. another dog that she ignored while he admired her from outside her window, replaces the old one. he doesn’t question why she didn’t let him in a week ago. this new dog is just too smart to see her spiteful ways he indulges in his fantasy, now more real than ever. the difference between knowledge and wisdom. so little self respect. her new dog wears a leash and loves fiction. the new dog doesn’t understand my concern. the bearded lady is selfish. when she's bored she has sex. the bearded lady is a bearded girl trying to be a bearded women. the bearded lady gives it all away. she makes a mockery of love.
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Tuesday, January 02, 2007

poem 6

why does she resent me so? stop it is redundant and the question rhetorical. i throw myself down in a lavish motion. my existence lustrous with sympathy, love, a desperate attempt without you. i express my confidences only in this twilight with grim repercussions, mind and body harmonious with desire, seemingly reflexive yet inadequate in coping, driven towards dementia, perplexed and torn with disillusionment. such an immanent relationship could only be karmic. last time probably aseptic. furthermore cherished, required to replenish my soul further and further i go, otherwise incoherent. there was one sensible communicable thought; in your company in your arms was my only paradise and remains if i could be there once more, together in unison pure nirvana
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Tuesday, January 02, 2007

poem 5

how may i satisfy the needs of which you’re so entitled? do you hold me in contempt? is it a question of moral or intent? am i the one needing balance? yourself at an eternal equilibrium. quiver at my unqualified understanding. disguised as though virtuous, yet which of your methods of healing is miraculous in piecing the puzzle back together rather than fueling the madness? i am not a fool more so a two legged stool undermined, afflicted by appearance that can only be subjected to those who lose sight without excelling in the four alternatives. examine my motive, my purpose. a bird with one wing, fucking fly the majority is beneath you.
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Tuesday, January 02, 2007

poem 4

believe what you create this world manifested from unconscious desire, irony, if you'd take off your mask you wouldn’t have to hide i cease to exist bleed in my face i will lick my lips a self inflicted wound sutures, kissed by the disease inevitable rapid and impeccable eye to eye with a glance and we know
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Monday, December 25, 2006

poem3

I’m sorta high i sorta cry i sorta try i sorta lie i sorta died no pun intended its stings inside
the tears you hide you seem just fine we must confine
mutual love is the commitment forever
its easier to want it when you don’t have it
its just a pleasant figment of never
and appetizer will suffice
you take the main coarse
this isn’t advice
a sign of remorse
no magical cloud to take away the pain
to vanquish the sane
and allow you to wonder
without predisposition
imagine with honest belief in possibility
this secular cage
its contributes the rage
we all want to fly and we all wonder why
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Monday, December 25, 2006

poem2

50 days til self destruct
get ready for the finale
its thick and red
its over now
route through your regrets
relish the finest moments
in the twilight of your newfound wisdom
the knowledge you did not attain
you never thought you'd die so melancholy
please let me show them
I know you can let me
the chance to be proud
utilize awareness
repressed for normality
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Monday, December 25, 2006

poem 1 

what’s left is a remnant
the effervescence of a feeling
the facts are fading
the world changing
and I’m not so sure anymore
once brave with destination
now lost with an idea
plagued with the repercussions of a moment
the constant pain i play its game it knows my name
is my blood too sweet
my tears too sour
i dread the hour
lonely coward