People are
                  lonely
       and the world is
sad.
It makes others
                          crazy.
        My inner self
glad.

Why is it so
                    hard
          to find one
being
to whom I can
                         console?
            A heart where I
belong.

A call for
               light.
         Nothing in the
dark.
          Reaching and leaving no
mark.

A lonely
              soul
         yet a heart of
gold.

My love will never be enough
to keep you down the line.
You always had a gypsy soul,
Keeping you would be a crime.

The bird sings a lovely song,
When he sits in the tree.
Put him in a gilded cage,
then all he wants is free,

So I will always love you,
even if you must go.
But, I hope to see you someday,
To patch up this big hole.

The bar  was empty .
The bartender like always made another run through making sure all was clean and in order.
When like some weird mental ninja she found someone sleeping in a booth.

The man seemed so peaceful lost in perfect drunken slumber.
So she did what any kind hearted soul who stumbled apon some sleeping drunk in a booth
would do.

Kicked the shit outta it and said.
Look asshole how many times have  I told you stop passing out here dont you have a fucking
home!?

But this wasnt any regular drunken sleeping beuthy of a arsehole .
It was everyones favorite drunken arsehole.
And the misspelling  madman of hello Gonzo.

Oh my lord someone  catch that donkey for he finds out Taylor Swift's in town.
Yes the kids went for a braindead bubblegum shit fest and  ended
up with nature show  or more like a donkey show  but what jackass
hadnt been with Taylor Swift?

What the hell are you talking about.!
The barmaid said to me looking angry yet still there was that strange look of hey if this were a porn  something was about to happen.

Hey there Susan, Becky,Rebbeca whatever the hell your name is another round please.
Are you fucking nuts!
The woman seemed tense but I had to ask myself was this a trick question?

I thought long and hard yet stayed semi soft in thought that is get your mind outta the gutter ya perves.
Look miss lets not kid each other theres a reason im here besides the fact that im a drunk
that and im avoiding  the cops.
Cause duh!
No one would ever think to look for me in a bar.
Yeah you sit behind that bar looking at me asking  will that be all  but lets cut the crap.

The woman was silent  as I could tell there was a connection  on one of thoose
deep level's  like in one of thoose dumb ass romance books women read  
like the Notebook  yeah thanks Nicholas Sparks now women want you  to hang with em till they go senile and I like to usally leave after I   pay.

Not that I read that book.
What do ya think I am a weirdo duh thats why they make movies.
It was for research only.
Well that and this chick I was trying to bang wanted to see it.
Look I had to go cause she was to young to go by herself.

Im kidding well kinda.
But enough with the foreplay hamsters.

Miss I  say we turn down the lights maybe put on some music have a couple cold one's.
You can serve cause you know after having a few drinks your not supposed
to operate heavy machinery.
Its a fucking bottle opener you idiot! she said.

Shh  I  said to this madien of the booze.
Yeah thats what grandad thought now look were he is?
He died ?
Yes he did and there isnt  a moment  I dont linger to hear him say
Hey shit for brains!
Get off your dead ass and get me a beer!

Wow he really sounds like a prick.
Yeah come to think of it he kinda was.
We sat there in silence togather deep in reflection yet not really cause it was
kinda dark and  everyone nothing refelcts in the dark  but some things
glow like condoms but thats enough about my glowstick.

Hey the barmaid asked.
Did he really die from using a bottle opener?
Well it was more of the semi truck's fault but if he hadnt of reached for that bastard
he's probaly be here as we speak and I wouldnt be the only one.
Telling you you have a marvelous  set of boobies.
Or annoying the shit outta you.

Look weirdo I put up with annoying drunks everyday.
And when I say lastcall your cutting into my time.
So although you got nothing better to do  then drink your liver silly.
I wanna get the fuck outta here.

So your saying you wanna go home maybe take a nice warm bath.
Walk around half naked call up your girlfriends wrestle and maybe make out.
While a strange demented man films the whole the thing or joins in cause  
im all about inprove acting  and filmaking.

It seemed this strange gatekeeper to the booze wasnt a lover of the arts.
Cause befor you could whistle dixie while being spanked by a dwarf dressed as
Dolly Parton I was chased from the bar.

Cast into the cold depths of darkness and alone  it's okay.
it would'nt have worked out sure we coulda dabbled in the arts gotta a few thousand
hits off of a adult site really what romance doesnt start that way?

But me I was a  loner a cowboy who couldnt ride a horse  but hey someone has to break the fucking mold and besides  that's what cars are for.
So I was off but i'd see the barmaids face again  sure she had knocked me down
like a group of braindead teenie boppers would a security gaurd who stood
between them and Justin Bieber.

But are paths would cross again.
Duh im a drunk  and besides  it wasnt all a loss.
cause as she was pushing me out the door  I felt her boob.

See kids you always gotta look  on the brightside.

Untill next time stay crazy.      

Gonzo

I want to be able to show you the empty places in my soul.
To show you the space
the vastness
the wide expanse
that has been longing for you.

And here you are
- and what an excitement to know that
you love my abyss

crisp from the core
cut in half and a bore.

I want some more sand!
I'm tired of cement beneath
the slabs of meat I call feet,
the movement doesn't beat
the heat:
it fuels it.
burning
on my way uphill, the stretch
is between my thighs. Sweat!
this weather is no good for fancy clothes,
I've got pit stains up these hills.
I'd say I'm looking on the bright side, but
it's more of a stare, or perhaps it's the light
that's stalking me, because I can't seem to
escape it!
burning!
this soul is melting through this flesh which
can't let go of winters breath, what once was
afraid to freeze to death wants nothing more
than a cloud or four, to shade their skin from
sinking in.
the rays,
the haze,
the heat begins.

Summer is no enemy,  
Winter is no friend,
all I want is Fall again!
The spring is here,
my nose is rose,
the seeping of color shall spread
ahead,
down and all places around,
it'll push and shove as
my body is covered
in the guilt of not taking
the time to properly supply myself
with sun screen.

The silhouette of a fallen man lay on the vertical horizon
                         ¬–watch the Moon light the way
Vultures howl at the hint of Death
                         –Dead men are deaf, on the vertical horizon

Some light will always shine through a closed curtain
                         –open up and let it all in
Dilation ensures that the waters are steady
                          but on the vertical horizon, nothing is certain

A silhouette of descending doves falls onto the ground
                         –watch the Moon shed his tears
Poachers of Peace ascend the vertical horizon,
                           now presuming the ultimate power of God

Only Time will tell
if they were right or wrong
But patience is virtuous
and this won’t take very long

The silhouette of a fallen man lay on the vertical horizon
                     –imagine that his soul is free
His figure parts into a million grieving doves,
                       ascending beyond the brim of the vertical horizon



Only Time will tell
if he was right or wrong
But patience is a virtue
and this won’t take very long

A smile is such a mixed display
Of honesty and deceit.
Even the keenest are led astray
When that smile isn’t sweet.

With that smile a façade is built
Hiding one’s wants and true emotions.
A pearly white mask of fear and guilt
Outshines the truth with hollow notions.

But there lies the occasional shine,
Tearing down the walls and blockades.
Joy resounds from your soul to mine,
Hope flows from your grin in cascades.

Carry that flash of pleasantness and guile
And, to all, let it grow and accrue.
For when I bore witness to your loving smile
My heart leapt and I knew it was true.

April 19, 2009
©MDC