Saturday, July 31, 2010

A Psychosurgical Performance on the Heart


Allow me to introduce the tribulation from a tale
of a tiny bit of inspiration deep beyond the veil.
Its a science and an art, of which I can be certain.
This is from the heart of your local psychosurgeon.

The mind is just a box that grows when you need space
expanding sweet and subtle all with beauty and with grace.
At times it can get snug, I swear this is no burden.
Take it from the heart of your local psychosurgeon.

As strong as it can be, its quite easy to be broken
especially with the keys I have to lock it up or open.
You'll feel it get dark as the world has shut their curtains
Listen to the heart of your local psychosurgeon.

All I ever wanted was to free the realm I hold
but evil kept on growing like a dirty purple mold.
Face your demons now and remember that you heard this
Aching in the heart of your local psychosurgeon.

Friday, July 30, 2010

U N R i G H T E O U S

Unity under one entity.
Everything under God.
Ravaging towns in her name.
Is it ok? Is it "good"?
Over their rotting graves!
So it happened.
They never stood so stern
until they had the Grim Reaper
himself staring them
straight in the eyes.
His salty scythe at their necks.
Slicing each soul ever so swiftly.
Ordered in the name of the unrighteous.
Now then, isn't that guilt heavy?
So heavy, in truth, that
the hands of giants slam to the ground
under its titanic size.
Its not ok. Its evil.
It shouldn't take some old script,
that uses Godly or Satanic
to rationalize good or evil,
to set our trails straight.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

We're Just Animals


See
when
we light
up the sky
with our songs of desire.
The pleasure drips like tears from the stars
sweating as they watch us dance in heat.
We glaze and glisten and
moan and groan
with love
together
tonight.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

The Elementary Conundrum of Love

The Elementary Conundrum of Love

You can see the sting in the dark,
the old tennis shoes that hang
from the strings of his heart,
the moonbeams in the parts
that secrete metal darts.
In his disease is some art.
But mainly its composed of
dead trees and a spark.
Smell him bleed like a shark.
Make him flee you white shark,
in a red sea of white sparks.
Tonight he's cadaverous blue
like the trees in his art
or the sweet little darts.
The deceiving is part
of you misreading his heart
and so you've sealed the deal.
He is now at peace with the dark.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Lazy Boy [Excercise]

I never thought I would miss sitting
in that warehouse in Ol' Mississippi
but when I came home
I sat like a throne
until I met little miss Kittie.

Mad As Sin My Love

Mad As Sin My Love


Realize,
real lies
within real eyes.

Monday, July 26, 2010

One of Those Forgotten Patriots

One of Those Forgotten Patriots

John was a man of excellent understanding
and thorough education.
His deportment was grave
and his countenance austere
yet he was a warm-hearted man
and universally respected
for his good sense, integrity
and his patriotic devotion
to the best interests of his country.
In 1788 he was elected a member
of the State Convention which ratified
the present Constitution of the States.
When he retired from the Supreme Court
he was chosen for the Senate.
The same year, he was appointed Judge
of the District for New York and
held the office until his death in 1805.
He left no descendants.
A marble slab affixed to the wall
of the Supreme Court Room
in the City Hall, New York,
after mentioning his name
and the offices he held,
contains this just eulogy:
"As a man, firm;
as a citizen, zealous;
as a Judge, distinguishing,
as a Christian, sincere."

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Ten High Nightmare


Ten High Nightmare

I had a bourbon terror;
a whiskey "wish I didn't..."
I drank the devil's blood
so demons came to visit.
I heard their high heels
tap across the kitchen
but I just stayed asleep
thought it was something different.
Until I heard the banging
of the near and distant
I tried to see the culprits
but I guess I missed it.
Just then I started shaking
a little for an instance
but it kept getting worst;
work of the violent misfits.
I tried to scream for help
but on my lips were stitches.
I tried to run away
but they held me submissive.
I promised then,
I'd never drink the whiskey only
Until the next night
when I was feeling lonely.

Lets Play God

Lets Play God

I remember every time
I tried to trick god.
I feel like its possible;
like for just one instance
I'll get lucky.
Why couldn't I?
Nothing is perfect.
I see that in my face.
So it might happen.
And if I do,
I just might win a prize.
I doubt it though.
She'll probably just
sick her dogs on me.
But at least I got her attention.

Monday, July 19, 2010

When The Music's Over





With a brown bottle palmed
and my spirit half gone
I'm living in the wrong
singing sad sad songs.

A child missed his dreams
so everything just seems
like a superficial part of me
is tearing at the seams.

My secondary heart
has incendiary parts
and I'm living like the tyrants 
that I buried in the park.

But when peace and love is fed
my world will lay in bed
and rest like the champions,
the lions and the dead.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Hexe von Mein Herz

Hexe von Mein Herz

When the sun looks like the moon
I feel like I am doomed.
These milky hills and cherry coves
entrap me like a tomb.
Thin mirrors scratch my eyes
as lightning starts to cry.
Ten million whispers loud and soft
come dashing out the sky.
The golden trail of the guilty grows
underneath the sea of snow.
So pretty was that flowing grain
that helped my thoughts to go insane.

Five Finger Crisis

Five Finger Crisis


Chocolate branches 
hawked advancements 
made across 
the wave of maple yarn.
Autumn dances 
with a stable barn 
that shade won't harm.
Slate and dust 
on tanks of rust 
shove dank and must 
in the face of lust 
defacing trust.
This is just 
the hate to want

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Life is Like a Juice Box, But I Don't Have a Straw

 Life is Like a Juice Box, But I Don't Have a Straw!

The used were still going
four years strong
with balance
on a sky lit drive.
Born again cephalopods
had dreams
through a lens crafter's scope.
They were almost human.
But if you tried 
to scare your mother
she would say
"Maybe when garbage men cant fly,
my pumpkin boy!"
But only if you failed.

I Did, I Saw, I Sang

 I Did, I Saw, I Sang


All I ever did
were things I've never done.
Now all I ever do
are things I never would.

All I ever saw
were things that always run.
Now all I ever see
are things I never could.

All I ever sang
were songs I've never sung.
Now all I ever sing
are songs I never should.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

More Than Monochrome

 More Than Monochrome


The judicial brain stem strikes again.
It only sees in black & white.
I'm obviously not white by glance,
therefore I'm black.
The black cat.
The black cook
The black umpire.
The black elephant in the room.
When people won't even give you a chance
just because you look a bit different than them
it makes you want to give up.
I didn't but I know I will.
Honestly, if I cant even
hold a job at a fast food joint,
or a small town softball league;
how the fuck can I become a poet.
How can I become anything more than monochrome.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Paradoxxx


 Paradoxxx

I dream like a king, I live like a mutt.
I'm nothing to be something I want.
I dream like a king, who's end is never seen.
I sleep in sweet scenes where people seem free.
These things in my dreams are all real to me
but no one less me can see what I see.
I live like a mutt who's last minute's up.
Who's stuck in a rut and down on his luck.
Who's mind has gone nuts and won't give a fuck
I'm dumped in a cup of cigarette butts.
I live like a mutt, I dream like a king
I'm nothing to want something to be.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Dragostea in Valahia

Dragostea in Valahia

The griffin and the eagle and the half of a cross.
The crow and the men in the thousands now props.
The agony and ecstasy shared all at once
by Dracula and Damien who share a bloody lunch.
The dragon has a son who deals in only death
and lives by the blade claiming foes and his debt.
Elizabetta bore a son less laden with the curse
and laid herself to rest in a tributary hearse.
Ilona brought the spawn of the son of the fire
to later break the land of the sun's empire.
Black powder for the legends to leave them all dead
and a club to nail the messenger's turban to his head.
A forest of the fallen stretches far with every word
100,000 impaled by Dracula the third.

Ahead in the Clouds

Ahead in the Clouds

A heffer in a cap rides a seahorse's back
underneath two ducks, a bandito and a bat.
A shoehorn and a plate rise well above the lake
following the form of the rabbit that it takes.
A spider on a train flees from a monkey's brain
and blots out all light anticipating rain.
A rat of linked chains and dancing leaf plains
held an alligator complete with a smokey pink mane.
The scorpion army and the two clawed hand
stormed an arrow and starry footprints in the sand.
A little whale scorned by a muscle bows thorn
brings life to the smile of king dinosaur.
While an elephant head rests on a haystack bed
the platypus searches frantically for a chance to be fed.
And all justly right above the caterpillar's tree
lies solely and lonely a large letter C.