Monday, May 24, 2010

John 117

John 117

Above the night sky's haze 
halos would remain 
if I didn't break them.

Tuesday

Tuesday

A stranger and I, 
together, 
simply sat and talked.

How To Be Human


How To Be Human

People are made of life.
Our drum pattern hearts
give others what we need
 
People are made of sights.
Our two way mirror eyes
show others what we see.

People are made of sounds.
Our speaker-box mouths
tell others what we hear

People are made of death.
Our cold soulless shells
show others what we fear.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

The Gravedigger

The Gravedigger

Make one and more.
You'll need them to soar
above the roar
of people's scorn.
Its like a thorn
that pricks and forms
a childish moon 
upon your door.
You open and close
and slam and throw
but nothing hides 
your stranglehold.
Your grip on life 
and death alone
have stumbled and crumbled 
and come to grow.
But low as low
and sore and sold
your cold dead rose 
will turn to gold.

The Keeper

The Keeper

The hails of bays
and bales of hay
are all here stale to stay.
Rails of waves
and ocean caves
sneak behind
the tails of snakes
Jails are stained
by males in pain
when we sit and watch
our fails remain.
Pail insane
off ale and rain
we watch our fails sustain.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

The Prophet

The Prophet

Faces feel frightening
falling and flying
falling for finding
a fake on the throne.

Wonderful, wicked
wistful and winded
walking with Wiccans
which were alone.

Children come climbing
crawling and crying
carrying Christ and
clawing his bones.

Darken and dismiss
the dark in the distance

darker and dipped in
Death's red cologne.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

The Vagabond

The Vagabond

I've heard people say many times things such as
"I just want to get away from the rat race",
"I just want to go to a place
where things are more laid back",
or "I just want to live on an island
with no worries, somewhere hot,
where I can go to the beach!"
The shit just goes on and on.
I was one of those people. 
Believing I could just throw my troubles out
and move to a place more relaxed and carefree.
I grew so tired of holding myself back

that I decided to actually do it.
I packed my bags, got on a plane one day and left. 
Left all my troubles and worries behind me
and moved to an island in the Mediterranean.
When I reached my destination
I was relieved, reborn, rejuvenated.
Not a worry in the world.
Long story short,

it all looked better on paper.
My problems are all back. 

My headaches are worst.
The heat is killing me.
And now I just want one thing.
I just want to go home... 
wherever that is.

Friday, May 14, 2010

The Dreamer

The Dreamer

Flowing freely, blowing trees weave
in and out of my expensive soul.
Ocean seaweed, open seas see
where exactly I would want to go.

Follow mermaids walking through tides
as deep sea vents heat up my insides.
Finding taxi stingrays for her and I to ride
far below the waves while breathing without try.

Laying beyond ancient, distant rocks
we sing and sway like doves do.
Tying neon plankton into knots
of letters that say "I Love You"

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

The Optimist Pt. I

The Optimist Pt. I

I've always believed in futures.
We hold them, we make them
we change them, we shape them.
We rape them and take them
back to the basement.
But when things get dark, just look up.
As you look right there then you see,
you'll turn your nightmares into dreams.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

The Insomniac Pt. II

The Insomniac Pt. II


Tired.Exhausted.Drained.
I'd love to sleep.
But I cant.
Not until I get my fix.
The longer I'm awake
the better the high.
Its like every night I just float.
Like a ghost
or a cloud
or a balloon.
A balloon filled with
a cloud of nitrous
being huffed by a ghost.
I hate me because I want it.
I'm crazy
because I love it

The Insomniac Pt. I

The Insomniac Pt.I


Tired. Exhausted. Drained
The average person gets
six to ten hours of sleep
every night of their life.
Give me four and I'll be happy.
Give me three I'll be just fine.
Give me two I'll stay a day.
Give me none and I'll do more
in two days than you'll do in a week.
But give me six
and I'll feel like shit.

The Heretic


The Heretic

I believe 
in an afterlife.
Plain
and
simple.
I wont
prove it exists,
I wont
make others believe.
I just believe.
There's more.
Not saying I'm religious
because
God knows
I despise organized religion.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

The Pariah


The Pariah


I'm mostly angel
but you know sometimes we fall.
Right through our halos
straight down to the Devil's walls.
Till we're sustained low
and getting lower overall.
With debts I may owe.
And ones that I know are called.
Samael made those
demons that reside in my palms.
And though I pray slow
and keep reciting my psalms.
I feel as they grow
right into a blood cluster bomb.
Shouting I say "NO!
I have control of you all."

The Poet

The Poet
 
This is it. The place where image becomes word.
Where memories are vague & voices are heard.
Where everything's true and trees are people.
Where bad is good and benign is evil.
This is a world where life is given
to all and anything in my vision.
Where forgotten letters are lost forever
but then replaced now new for better.
I'm misunderstood and mocked by most.
But they're just pawns and clocks and ghosts.
Where I lack with my hands I make up with my words
replacing canvas and strings with paper and verbs.
I'll write until I'm far and gone.
This life is short. This art is long.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

The Introvert

The Introvert




Now its a few after noon
sittin in his room
he's got nothin left to do
but run to the moon
Redundant is the fool
that's keepin' him in line
until he sees what he means
when he speaks with his mind
He went around the corner
down the block and out of state
and ended up in jail
in Ohio by the lake
on his way to New York
to see what he could make
of his dreams and his talent
till a judge sealed his fate.
His tank was finally empty
but he broke down smilin'
and grabbed a pen and pad then wrote
"Pressure Makes Diamonds"

The Lunatic Pt.I

The Lunatic Pt.I




The emptiness
of this sickness sits
in the pit of my stomach
as I lay back and plummet
to distances
reminiscent in
the scene of a summit.
This is all what I wanted.
I sold my soul on the side of the road
for glittered glass and a handful of gold.

The Murderer Pt.II

The Murderer Pt.II

My thirst for blood
turns me on so sweet.
Baby girl don't speak
I only want you to flee.

To chase those feet
Stabbing the gums with
jaggedly strung analgesics.
When we were one you could have
given two fucks or three shits.
You broke me
into millions of pieces
and when putting myself back together
I lost sight of what peace is.
So I'll tell you right now,
I'm still on the prowl
because my hunger, it growls
for your blood in a towel.

The Murderer Pt.I

The Murderer Pt.I

You should know
I'm dangerous.
There's not
a life I cant take,
a town I cant strafe,
a world I can't break.
So leave your back behind you
and pull your trigger back behind you.
The blank in the slot.
The blank on your face.

The blood on mine.