Sun is shining, birds are singing;
Kettles whistling, cell phones ringing;
Children laughing, infants crying;
Old men living, young men dying.
Dealers pushing, junkies shiv'ring;
Automatic weapon-wielding postmen, deliv'ring;
Super models sniffing, romantics weeping;
Disgruntled, desperate housewives, sweeping.
Athletes juicing, beating spouses,
Cheating astroturf and houses;
Liars excelling, the honest without;
The unholiest are deemed 'devout.'
The common, hard-working; economy sinking;
The pissing of funds away on drinking;
Youthful life wasted, great dreams aborted,
Suicides of broken folk, reported.
Politicians fibbing wi
The Piper piped a merry tune,
And I danced with elation;
The Bard sang low and towards the Moon,
And I pondered all Creation.
Both my eyes were filled with tears
As the little Lamb ate grass;
The Tyger's roar, so loud and fierce;
I hid until it passed.
The little Boy who had lost his way
And stumbled upon the ground;
Lost, so little, so led astray,
I breathed when he was found.
And so, good Sir, the way you write
Of Life, and all things fleeting;
I wish to thank you, for Joy and Blight,
If ever we chance a meeting.
They say he died so you and I could live;
A gospel choir sings in merry tone-
While maybe true, this gift he chose to give,
I find I have never felt more alone.
I look around, and shake my head and sigh;
The faces, beaming brightly in the pews;
All I can do is sit and wonder why,
As thoughts of Melancholia ensue.
Why can't I sit and smile, like the rest?
Why must I sigh and slouch here, hurt and pained?
Why must these thoughts of Bitterness molest
My mind; to my own cross I have been chained.
"Because He Lives" I face the pain each day,
As Happiness and Peace both fade away.
In such a world, where bad things can occur;
Where Time and taxes, wars and illness blight;
While many things, a soul can not be sure,
I know I've you, which brings my heart delight.
The women in those fashion mags are nice,
Their beauty shines like darling buds of May;
But then they, too, must sadly pay the price;
For Time will ebb their radience away.
But do not fret, fear not this sorry Fate;
Find other things to better waste on fears;
For we both share a love that knows no Date;
A love that won't succumb to endless years.
So let Mankind mock our true love in jest,
For I have You, and they can keep the rest.
The fire has been stoked,
glowing hotly. It's
flaming, white-hot seduction
warms the heart;
Blessed, unholy kiss
from a succubus.
The townspeople cry out,
waiting for action, ready
to pounce-
A jungle cat, driven
mad with fever.
The poor, embittered soul can
only exist there, bent over and
shackled-
Pelted with
garbage - newspapers and beauty
magazines - from the angry mob.
No love is lost here.
But ah, to be in other times,
Somewhere else-
Floating merrily, symbol of Festival.
Gazing down upon happy faces chittering
busily;
the happiness and good cheer keeping aloft
this symbol; Either through Merriment
or hot air,
She loves him, but she feels as if
Her romantic needs elude him.
She wonders if he uses Grace
and Knowledge, been imbued him.
Yet she stands steadfast by his side,
Despite the ignorant loved one's chide,
Because her foolish Love and Pride
Would dare not to exclude him.
She sighs when, coming home from work,
He sits and lazily slouches.
Her mind is filled with consternation
As he embeds in couches.
But then, when all seems said and heard,
He utters forth those three small words,
And though ill-timed, and though absurd,
For his love felt, it vouches.
He loves her, but he feels contained
As 'round his waist she hugs him.
He wo
Sing to me a Melody;
Inspire me to great Works;
Raise me up, among the clouds,
Away from all the jerks.
Shower kind and Gentle words
Into my frightened ear,
So that my silly, idle mind
Might sigh with Joy to hear.
Guide my pen with careful Hand-
Keep my mind on track.
Provide me with the many things
Which I, myself do lack.
Keep me safe throughout the day,
And long into the Night;
Show Kindness in my troubled times,
And Lead me through my plights.
Be Patient in your clear Instruction,
As I am slow to learn.
Hold my hand, with baby steps
To the goal for me you yearn.
Leave me not in Helplessness,
When blind, help me to See
He laughed at me, and yelled, "You ain't no man,
Son! You's just a boy, posin' to be!" as he gave me
a dirty gesture.
Ain't I a Man?
I don't play or like sports, and I
don't hunt. I like using
my mind, and
I don't
like punching or fighting, and
I've never drunk myself into
Oblivion.
Ain't I a Man?
I wear a belt, and don't
slouch my pants. I don't wear
a winter hat
in the summer, and
I don't cover myself with expensive,
tough-looking jewelry.
Ain't I a Man?
I don't "pack heat", and I've never
bought or sold drugs, or ever been
a gang banger. I don't
brag about
whose ass I've kicked, or how I got
high, or how drun
Passing me by,
Clinging desperately to what I have.
Will the morning ever come for me?
I yearn for a newness, for rebirth;
My soul sings a desire for answers
Too many questions, culminating
In the pit of my mind.
Emotions-
Swirling reds, blues, and greens.
Articulation and vocabulary fail me, leading
Me to wonder if I will ever get this right.
Am I like Pippen, only to be
Perfect in one, fleeting moment of
Beautiful explosion, followed by slow
Incineration?
Can I not craft an hew that which I
Desire to, so as to be pleasing to
Others, but also to myself?
I have tried to search for answers;
Religion, and others-
Only to hea
Conceived was I, a long, long time ago;
Awoke, I sat, in early Summer's morn;
As years went by, I struggled on, in tow;
Through much of that, I cursed that I was born.
Complained a lot, yet never did I try
To make amends in all the things found wrong;
My selfish thoughts did so preoccupy,
It did defend that which did not belong.
This is the way I was throughout the years;
I blamèd countless things for discontent;
I went astray with many of my peers;
T'was this, the bount'less path on which I went.
I read of other people, long ago,
Who turned the very axis of the earth;
Undying love for that which we now know;
Their Arts still c
To live a life Eternally,
Where Death hath no ordain.
In timeless Breath proceeding,
Mortality is slain.
Through the high mountain-roads of Shangri-La,
To the mists of Avalon;
To witness the death of every day,
And to view the coming dawn.
In a world where all things meet their end
Within the harsh, cold storm--
The Soul's relieved cry of freedom greets
The newly risen Morn.
To see decay abundant,
Trampled down by Life, anew,
To break the bone and pierce the organs,
And to crumple the sinew.
We maneuver through Life, uncertain,
Our trail, we blaze alone;
Our footsteps echo through history,
'Til the steely scythe calls us Ho
I take her in my arms; so soft and warm is she,
I whisper softly in her ear, there are none happier than we.
My body ever lost in this cosmic, tantric, trance,
As she caresses my very being in our midnight lovers' dance.
Our hearts, entwined,
Our chakras, the same;
We bare our souls, our nudity;
We've no need for guilt or shame.
The night air filled with soft sighs of love,
As a warm night rain falls down from above.
Your breath is like fire on the top of my chest;
Hushed, though its beauty may not be suppressed.
Then we clench and sharply tighten,
As we surrender to full Release,
Heaven closes, Hell's Pit freezes,
And Time, It
Within the Bleeding,
New Life starts,
As the scars begin to form.
It catches the breath
From Its latest Death,
And curses the murderous Harm.
It starts off slowly
And builds and builds,
Each step quicker than those before.
And then, all at once,
It walks, then it runs,
The broken Heart, beating, once more.
Like Light Upon Water,
When rippled,
It shatters.
Much like my own point of View.
Too Deep for my brothers,
Yet too Shallow
For others,
My Psyche in constant askew.
The constant Unknowing,
Uncertain thoughts
Growing,
Forcing me to dead-ends abound.
My Mind, ne'er rested,
My Life
E'er tested,
Many hardships have I been around.
But still I go forth,
No compass,
No course,
I search, unrelenting, to find...
...The reason for trying;
For Living:
For Dying:
A moment of Calm Peace of Mind.
Little Robin, I see you
Perched high, upon wire.
Your eyes, strong and proud,
Your breast, full of fire.
Truly a testament to
Aerodynamics and poise,
But how can one bird
Make so much damn noise?
Would I say that Time is Fleeting,
Held on to by a simple Strand,
'Twould be the Fates I would be cheating,
And that Existence would come unplanned.
Would I say that Life is Stained,
To be viewed with Eyes, not Fond,
'Twould be, in part, to the unjust Reigns,
That tie this Horse to his Bonds.
Would I say that Love is Lost,
Gone forever, with no Parole,
'Twould only be due that She is gone,
And my Heart, forever turned Cold.
You came in the door. Your disheveled hair fell over your shoulders, dripping and soaked from the rain that poured and thundered down outside. Lightning crashed then, making you jump and squeal with fright. I sat at the table, both hands around my mug of coffee, trying to keep them warm from the uncomfortable cool draft that had swept into the kitchen. You smiled, and we each said our greetings. You had been at your new job a while, now. Gotten to know your co-workers pretty well, I would have wagered.
Including that mail boy...his name escapes me at present. In his early twenties, hormones raging...it must have been hard for you to s
We sat there, he and I. Beneath us lay scorched soil and mounds of dead, shriveled moss. Above us, rose a forest canopy, with the infintesimal expanse of space peeking out between the reach of tree branches and leaves, the stars shining boldly, twinkling as they danced in the night sky. I gazed at him. He sat with his back up against a tree, wearing a light brown leather vest, a white T-shirt, and jeans. His eyes reflected the sparkles of the fiery jewels high above us.
"Why am I here?" I asked him, my childish curiousity getting the better of me. He suddenly looked down and looked at me, raising his eyebrows, as if he had been so
It wasn't all that long ago,
About a day or two,
My life had finally bottomed out,
And left me black and blue.
I decided to amend things,
And entered my parents room,
I opened their closet, pulled it out,
It glowed eerily in the moon.
It was my dad's nine millimeter,
I put it to my head,
I squeezed the trigger, felt a jerk,
And painted the hallway red.
I stood there, for a second,
Observing the newly-painted door,
That's about when it hit me,
That I wasn't lying on the floor.
I heard footsteps on the stairs,
My mom came into view,
She screamed at the gory scene above,
As I expected she would do.
She yelled at me for making
I wish I could slumber;
To snore loud, cutting lumber,
My mind just won't cease with these thoughts;
Of payments and dating,
And deadlines, so grating,
And stories with unfinished plots.
So I sit here and write,
One more sleepless night,
My thoughts on to paper I thrash,
And then I'll have class,
With students, so crass,
Then get home and possibly crash.
Forbidden to sleep,
My thoughts run so deep;
The traffic, it covers the source;
Despite this sly pretense,
They still make no sense;
With no profound meaning or course.
I shiver; so flighty,
As a chill, rather mighty,
Starts slowly to creep up my spine;
My stomach, confus
Current Residence: USA Favourite genre of music: Rock mainly, with a little bit of everything in between Favourite style of art: Poetry and Drawing Operating System: Windows XP MP3 player of choice: Whatever plays, pays Favourite cartoon character: Calvin and Hobbes Personal Quote: Can't think of anything short or shallow enough.
Favourite Visual Artist
Michelangelo
Favourite Movies
Monty Python and the Holy Grail, among many others
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Linkin Park, among many others
Favourite Writers
Emily Dickinson, Maya Angelou
Favourite Games
Fallout 2, A lot of Nintendo, a little PS2, etc. etc...
Favourite Gaming Platform
RPG and Adventure (Including Tabletop)
Tools of the Trade
Notepad, Word, Pencil, Paper. Pepsi and Cigs. Maybe the occasional Toblerone or trip to Quizno's.
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SIX WEIRD THINGS ABOUT ME:
1. Drinks dill pickle juice. Wish they would invent canned (or jarred) pickle juice, (like they have now, just minus the pickles, although those are good too).
2. Urinated fr
Finals are O-V-E-R!!! Whooooo! No more pencils, no more books...um..no...more teachers...no more...books. ... W000t! Stick a fork in me, cause I am DONE!!! Now I can finally get back to my humble writing and drawing crafts (respectively) and make them better, and post more often on here, darn it! Yaaaay! *sighs a deep, relieved sigh and goes to work*