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Witness!

April 30th, 2010 No comments

if i could dream
it would be there

i never have been
or ever was not
have not has been
there

someday

How could?

April 30th, 2010 No comments

Really huge stupid things
Oof bam wop dum ouch it stings
Make its way into my blanket
Snails itself up my spine
Into that smarter-than-this brain of mine.

Sipty idiot, that’s the reason
We gave it up long ago

I don’t hear me say that though
Ears full of cotton
Hearing seems so stop and go
Seeing too, not that I’d know
I’m an idiot
Never seeing it
Farewell college
Shoes!

Hour

April 29th, 2010 No comments

One hour
Yep I did
Mayhaps later?

Red

April 28th, 2010 No comments

Marks the passing of time
Refuels a lost moment
Shakes a growing soul peering
A color I would enjoy seeing again
No sad ending here
Unless you, through you, write it

My Rights As King

April 28th, 2010 No comments

Don’t tell me no
My right as King
Is for me to say
What we are going to do
And for you to say
Okay

Don’t ask me about my lovers
My right as King
Is to be private
Have my own life
And not to be spied on

Don’t ask me what I am doing in my day
My right as King
Is that I am the best
At what I do
And you’re not King
So what do you know?

Don’t accuse me in public
My right as King
Is to be invincible
And right
And moral
And God

Thank you for your consideration

Tell me something I don’t dream.

April 25th, 2010 No comments

Dreams, actual dreams,
Not dreams, as in what I want,
The ones that come
Unwarranted at night.

When you have a dream
And in that dream you are not in control
And in that dream you meet someone you don’t know
And in that dream you are lifted higher than your
Dreams…

Do you beg for that dream again?
Or does it come and meet you on Sunday
While you are being all satanic and
dreary?

I’m gonna forget all about that dream
If I don’t shut the fuck up with my own nonsense
Bitches is bitches, dreams or no
Take that for your motherfucking holiday

Amen!

Oh no!  I’ve made mincemeat of my dream!

If I dreamed a dream,
That was bigger than my daily dreams,
Then I had better reevaluate
My imagination
And its potential
Because my subconscious is winning the race.

Photorama

April 24th, 2010 No comments

Everyone smiles in pictures;
Everyone is having fun.

Where are the plainnesses?
Where are the not-so-fun-nownesses?

Every ad has a smiling crony;
All your pictures are doing it too.

Every pixel is a wish you were here;
Every wish becomes I wish I were you.

No wonder I suffer so:
I think no one
Is having more fun
Than you.

No

April 24th, 2010 No comments

No day
No way
No pay
No rhyming

That’s blackmail
Take it up the rear

On the Other Side of Collapse

April 22nd, 2010 No comments

Here I sit, eating lunch
Like any other day
To you you just haven’t heard from me
To me I’m happy to have made it through

A mere hour ago
I was on the floor
In a black hole
That started in my heart
Pulled me to the ground
And would not release its grip

No, there’s nothing wrong
Plenty to be happy about

But one of these times
my blood is going to leak out of my skin
because the emptiness has melted
my insides
And all you’ll find of me
Is a puddle
(But not a very big one
I don’t weight that much
So you can stop licking
Your chops you fiend)

Not today though
Today i have cookies
emptying boxes and
Street Fighter 4

Rest

April 22nd, 2010 No comments

A pebble, flung from a tiny hand, hits the surface of the water, dribbles down slowly, hits the river bed, and rolls along down stream bouncing lightly here and there on its way. 
A boulder, at a place not far from where the pebble is now, sees the little stone bouncing by, and wonders if he’ll ever move from the spot he’s in.
“Or will the river wear me away to nothing?”
The pebble cries from far down stream, “It happens to us all!”

Be Yourself

April 22nd, 2010 No comments

Hurrah
Sure be yourself
Why not
Sounds good
The phrase
So said
Is so you
stop thinking
About what
others think

I don’t care
What others
Think
I’m bored

Permanently
Waiting at a bus stop
with no Book

My inner voices
Are uglier to me
Than God

Be myself?
No thanks.
I hate it.

I have something

April 20th, 2010 No comments

In my hand
A speck of gold
I know your neck
Is rimmed with it
But in my hand
This speck of gold
Is a diamond
Free from blame
Cause I got it

The Writer’s Death

April 19th, 2010 No comments

Clouds float
All alone
Until that day
They rain

Those below
Dry home
Relief by fire
Sing a song

The cloud shrinks
Says farewell
No one sees
It die

A cup of water
Thanks to you
At least
Keeps it
Alive

Before I Prance

April 18th, 2010 No comments

I must say
One nice day
To the next
Means nothing
To a heavy heart
That speaks
Regret like
Mono mono mono mono

Tile

April 18th, 2010 No comments

I think
This effort
Will
Suffice