It's no secret, but murder is easy;
when calm such thoughts can make you queasy.
But when rage is aroused and cruel thoughts resound
Your deeds can bring you infamy
Yet without passion of hate
Or hearts beating irate
We remember those feelings as fake
28 September, 2008
24 September, 2008
A white toadstool fence 2 pirana plants and Yoshi
It is popular to say:
The princess in another castle
is our own problem's reflection
A wisened albeit cliche misunderstanding
The everyman cannot seem to settle
On anything with imperfection
And the imperfect commit the sin
Of rejection out of hand.
The princess in another castle
is our own problem's reflection
A wisened albeit cliche misunderstanding
The everyman cannot seem to settle
On anything with imperfection
And the imperfect commit the sin
Of rejection out of hand.
23 September, 2008
Portrait of the Artist as a Faded Image
What
When did this happen
I became all wrinkly and alone
A post california-rasins rasin
Shuffleboarding to eternity
Maybe it hasn't been all bad
But I have been a little hung up
The negatives are more poignant
Maybe that's why bad things happen
to good people as well as me
I did all the right things
made all the right choices
said no to the people who annoyed me
and yes to the people who said no
All these missed connections
they've left traces on my skin
where my memories should be
I seem to have forgotten them
Or maybe there was nothing to forget
You can't second guess yourself
Or else you're just lead into regret
Yet the absence of doubt chafes
as it leads into frustration and miasma
I made all the right choices, I thought
When did this happen
I became all wrinkly and alone
A post california-rasins rasin
Shuffleboarding to eternity
Maybe it hasn't been all bad
But I have been a little hung up
The negatives are more poignant
Maybe that's why bad things happen
to good people as well as me
I did all the right things
made all the right choices
said no to the people who annoyed me
and yes to the people who said no
All these missed connections
they've left traces on my skin
where my memories should be
I seem to have forgotten them
Or maybe there was nothing to forget
You can't second guess yourself
Or else you're just lead into regret
Yet the absence of doubt chafes
as it leads into frustration and miasma
I made all the right choices, I thought
22 September, 2008
Number all your works
"Your son, I am afraid, is a worshiper of the Devil." - My science teacher speaking to my mother, Eighth Grade.
The poem of that beast
involves six syllables
over six hateful lines
spread over three stanzas
to scare English teachers
with numerology.
But the evil power
hated by the Lord Christ
is minuscule and meek
against mankind's dark heart
as it beats in secret
and lets us stretch so far.
Quoting revelation:
He spoke not of Satan
But of desperation.
Know that you'll feel hate when
reaching for salvation
by cutting off your kin
The poem of that beast
involves six syllables
over six hateful lines
spread over three stanzas
to scare English teachers
with numerology.
But the evil power
hated by the Lord Christ
is minuscule and meek
against mankind's dark heart
as it beats in secret
and lets us stretch so far.
Quoting revelation:
He spoke not of Satan
But of desperation.
Know that you'll feel hate when
reaching for salvation
by cutting off your kin
21 September, 2008
If I were the king of hell
If I were the king of hell
Then at least i'd be a king
So if I wished you well
I know that you would sing
But my reign is a hard sell
To make something of our fling
Then at least i'd be a king
So if I wished you well
I know that you would sing
But my reign is a hard sell
To make something of our fling
18 September, 2008
Zero
All day, at work, I wait for a letter
in response to a personal advertisement.
I wonder if I've hidden the quiet desperation
evoked by the mention of women
Five o'clock frenzy and out the door
A million cars jam the highways
I can't think of other things
I silently compose a response on the off chance
I turn on the computer to check for messages
The blank screen says no, not you.
in response to a personal advertisement.
I wonder if I've hidden the quiet desperation
evoked by the mention of women
Five o'clock frenzy and out the door
A million cars jam the highways
I can't think of other things
I silently compose a response on the off chance
I turn on the computer to check for messages
The blank screen says no, not you.
16 September, 2008
The extremes of social pleasure
I want to have the kind of sex
That memory foam wants to forget
That prideless selfishness
dressing lust with polyamory
Because it's afraid
only of what others think
I like conversations
when they aren't about anything
Just talking to talk
with no need for an escape hatch
Only enclosed spaces need to vent
But they're hard to set up
That memory foam wants to forget
That prideless selfishness
dressing lust with polyamory
Because it's afraid
only of what others think
I like conversations
when they aren't about anything
Just talking to talk
with no need for an escape hatch
Only enclosed spaces need to vent
But they're hard to set up
14 September, 2008
Sentenced for six to seven
My commitment would appear
To be the thing I've come to fear
Every journey seems to prove
That to leave is not to move
Now I see this place as prison
Bars made of lights and pistons
And in spite of each escape
Each sentence is my fate
To be the thing I've come to fear
Every journey seems to prove
That to leave is not to move
Now I see this place as prison
Bars made of lights and pistons
And in spite of each escape
Each sentence is my fate
11 September, 2008
No shades just ghosts
We live in an age of simple ideas
Where common cause can make a plea
"War on terror war on drugs
If you don't vote red you're a dirty thug!"
Sing it from the skyscrapers, reverend
Or maybe from a cenotaph
show us all your bitter ends and wrath
"Stop Recession, obsession and human repression
The blues are the way to end your depression!"
Graffiti under this railroad bridge
wont make you think
so don't drink the kool-aid in the fridge
This place doesn't need one good reason
Or honor or experience or judgment
Or change
Or patriotism
An entire nation invested in emptyness
Where common cause can make a plea
"War on terror war on drugs
If you don't vote red you're a dirty thug!"
Sing it from the skyscrapers, reverend
Or maybe from a cenotaph
show us all your bitter ends and wrath
"Stop Recession, obsession and human repression
The blues are the way to end your depression!"
Graffiti under this railroad bridge
wont make you think
so don't drink the kool-aid in the fridge
This place doesn't need one good reason
Or honor or experience or judgment
Or change
Or patriotism
An entire nation invested in emptyness
10 September, 2008
MFA
Three letters stretched out
over two or maybe six years
Athens gave the best four
That my life could withstand
But what do I need with
an expensive piece of paper
a framed placeholder for talent
over two or maybe six years
Athens gave the best four
That my life could withstand
But what do I need with
an expensive piece of paper
a framed placeholder for talent
07 September, 2008
Dysmorphia Queen p1 m/09/08/08
She was the most terrible bitch
With a nose made of glass
And a heart filled with sass
Invoking the terror of a witch
With a nose made of glass
And a heart filled with sass
Invoking the terror of a witch
04 September, 2008
Five for Five
Take my hand tonight
We will find a mountain view
For our hearts crooning
--
This is the fifth version of misc.txt. It formerly spoke of video games and politics but I am now at a point in my life where I merely wish to reflect needlessly in verse and prose.
We will find a mountain view
For our hearts crooning
--
This is the fifth version of misc.txt. It formerly spoke of video games and politics but I am now at a point in my life where I merely wish to reflect needlessly in verse and prose.
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