Alejandro Medellin
Alejandro Medellin
Jun 18, 2014

As the rain does,
when the sun comes out,
I evaporated into the wind.
Only to come back again.

Invisible men are here and there…
And there…and there…They’re everywhere!
You don’t believe me? You think it’s a goof?
Tell me: You see them? There’s your proof.

Pen Lux
Pen Lux
Jul 11, 2013

my wolf is yet a plague of thought,
again I am consumed by loves gentle rock.
the more it shields me from the stench of my rot,
I remember all I once forgot.

no one has caught my heart,
in fact,
I think it's torn apart
so raw, the tragedy of desire
the smoldering fire of blue flames
burn my love into a smoke,
which I inhale with the attempt
to recycle and filter out all the hurt I've caused.

to myself
to others
and for no one.

a romantic dying hard
trying not to escape the truth
while at the same time trying not to create any lies.

“I went to a bookstore and asked the saleswoman,
'Do you have any books on babies?'
She said, if she did she would remove them intermediately
or the toddlers would start screaming.

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Zack Long
Zack Long
Dec 6, 2013

Fuck your face value bullshit rapist fuckin' views
Cut this nations claws off before their even used
Sick of this shit, it's all we ever get,
Blasted on every fuckin' screen that we use
They tell us how to live, how to look, how to learn, how to yearn
What we want, what we need, what we can't fuckin' be
It's a shame, it's a pain, it's bull shit, it's vein, I'm fuckin' enraged
We sit and soak up these words, choke, it's absurd
Like it matters in the end, we all fall victim again
Cause it's fuckin' engrained inside our fuckin' veins
We need to be told, cause we're afraid on our own
The voice in our head, belongs to them instead
We forgot to question what's real, what's a big fuckin' deal
Accept it again, and again, and again
Til' I'm beating my head off the wall cause I'm tired of you all.

If my brain had GPS
I'd never get lost in thought.

Please visit my other GPS poetry:
Haikus for GPS
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/600882/haikus-for-gps/

Existential GPS
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/673494/existential-gps/

The Road Not Taken (parody)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/686734/the-road-not-taken-parody/
.

We really shouldn't mess with God's creation.
Genetic Engineers tried to create a smarter baby
and accidentally came up with a giant baby.
The baby turned on its creator,
but having no teeth,
gummed the scientist to death.

We all start out as children ~
except babies who take themselves too seriously.

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Please visit my other GPS poetry:
Haikus for GPS
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/600882/haikus-for-gps/

Existential GPS
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/673494/existential-gps/

The Road Not Taken (parody)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/686734/the-road-not-taken-parody/

GPS
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/700056/gps/
.

This isn't New York.
We're in California!
'Re-cal-cu-lating.'

The G.P.S. says,
'we're in the middle of nowhere'.
Must've left New York.

If you can't find your
asshole from your elbow then
G.P.S. won't help.

Got an idea:
G.P.S. for bumper cars...
Well fuck you too!

My wife went missing.
I typed 'Bitch' in my G.P.S.
Found her in the mall.

I fly by the seat
of my pants and land softly.
I got G.P.Ass

Love golden showers --
drenching humiliation.
I got G.Pee.Ass

Wife won't stop nagging.
She's a friggin' control freak.
I got Jew.P.S.

Please visit my other GPS poetry:
Haikus for GPS
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/600882/haikus-for-gps/

Existential GPS
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/673494/existential-gps/

The Road Not Taken (parody)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/686734/the-road-not-taken-parody/

GPS
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/700056/gps/


A G.P.S. joke I love:
Once upon a time there was a sheepherder tending his sheep at the edge of a country road in rural Wyoming. A brand new Jeep Grand Cherokee screeched to a halt next to him. The driver, a young man dressed in a Brioni suit, Cerrutti shoes, Ray-Ban glasses, Jovial Swiss wristwatch and a BHS tie, jumped out and asked the herder "If I guess how many sheep you have, will you give me one of them?" The herder looked at the young man, then looked at the sprawling herd of grazing sheep and said "Okay." The young man parked the SUV, connected his notebook and wireless modem, entered a NASA site, scanned the ground using satellite imagry and a GPS, opened a database and 60 Excel tables filled with algorithms, then printed a 150-page report on his high-tech mini-printer. He turned to the herder and said "You have exactly 1,586 sheep here." The herder answered "Say, you are right. Pick out a sheep."The young man took one of the animals and put it in the back of his vehicle. As he was preparing to drive away, the herder looked at him and asked "Now, if I guess your profession, will you pay me back in kind?" The young man answered "Sure." The herder said immediately "You are a consultant." "Exactly! How did you know?" asked the young man. "Very simple," replied the herder. "First you came here without being invited. Secondly, you charged me a fee to tell me something I already knew. Thirdly, you do not understand anything about my business, and I'd really like to have my dog back."
 
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