not to love things
living so that they
all could burn
and it would be nothing
but an inconvenience
have escaped my plan
through my designs
1. old white macbook
whirring piece of brilliant technology
you are already gone. next.
2. wedding rings
sold those motherfuckas in an instant
3. asian machine love
i am having a hard time
having to let you go
my beautiful, black mitsubishi.
i chose you.
i researched for weeks
trying to be reasonable
and out of all the machines,
you are the perfect shape
of all vehicle shapes, mitsubishi
i have a slight obsession with
c o l o r
and b o o m i n g SOUND
you are the perfect balance of safety
and fuel efficiency
(but you already knew that, didn't you?)
your headlights are so bright
and your high beams
it's almost embarrassing
mitsubishi, you little snake...
you have a manual mode
so i can choose to be a race car driver
whenever i want
mitsubishi outlander sport, i love you so
let's talk about your face
you have a pig-face like me
your nose is abrupt
it's blunt and it's different
and i love it
you know i hate the cold and the snow
i love the sun and the moon
so you show them to me all the time
moonroof, mitsubishi - brilliant
(with mood lighting for night? you dog!)
you wipe away the rain
without me having to ask
you cast light into the dark
all on your own
mitsubishi, you shake the earth
alerting my family
that i am almost there
through my dna
so that i am made
of vibrations and air
invisible to the naked eye
or playing my science fiction audiobooks
at a reasonable
and responsible volume
you respond to me with such grace
showing me impossibilities
with a rearview camera
saying, "hello!" in the morning
and, "see ya!" when i leave
(and i believe you mean it)
you heat my ass in the frigid winter
an alert me with an icon
when i am losing traction
or there may be ice
i could not ask for more, my machine love.
the deer was not your fault.
or mine, or the deer's.
we were all doing what we do,
and to be quite honest,
the deer got the shit end of the stick, mitsubishi.
i'm sorry about your dent and your crack
i wanted to fix it, but i love you even more now
you are my one machine love
you are electric
and you boom
i don't want to see you burn.
it would be more than an inconvenience.
two out of three things are gone.
but i chose you. i want you still.
my home is gone - fine.
my things are gone - fine.
that bastard is gone - fine.
my job is gone, mitsubishi.
i am being stripped bare.
i am being humbled, mitsubishi.
i have to let you go.
but i'm not ready,
my asian machine love.
Been dazed and confused for so long it's not true
There were kids
Sitting in the soft night's semicircle
Encased in a haze of smoke
The darkness enfolding them in a cloak
Of all mysterious things nocturnal
Making it all eternal
A superficial feeling of found truth
A white aura of blazing youth
Conquering the darkness with the fiery tips of lit joints
Puffing chimeras and golden illusions
Things left unsaid yet lead not to confusion
The substance and the glowing friends
Seems to fix everything and make ineffable amends
Lends them some heightened receptivity
With some dazzling sensitivity
To the dizzy promises of life
Wanted a woman, never bargained for you
There was blue bottles and red cups
Sloshing full of 21st century ambrosia
Every moment of the night
Is doused in glowing star-light
Different rooms, dark places
Different shadows, similar faces
Lots of people talk and few of them know
There was music softly ebbing and weaving its way to us
Soul of a woman was created below
Gleaming sequined pillows
Curtains ebbing in delicate billows
That no amount of reality could ever harden
In the black garden
Amidst the tangy, acrid scent
Boys and girls came and went
Among the soughs and the vodka and the gleaming stars
We are young; vodka replaces wine, blunts replace cigars
You hurt and abuse tellin' all of your lies
An adagio of whispers travels with a florid vibration
Waves of words, swirls of conversation
High kids trying to touch
What has never been tangible
Run around sweet baby, Lord how they hypnotize
These kids linger on towering stools and lush couches
Leaning back with careless slouches
Or wander back and forth
Breathing dreams like air
Sweet little baby, I don't know where you've been
An elusive rhythm throbs in the humid atmosphere
Fragments of lost words hover on drunken lips
A stirring warmth flows
From bodies spilled together
Snuggled under a blanket of stars
Gonna love you baby, here I come again
Hands take hold of hands
And fingers tightly interlace
Throbbing softly with fluctuating warmth
The room is electric, filled with tiny flowing currents
Try to love you baby, but you push me away
In this wake of boozed up elations
All sorrows are aborted, all conscience is obliterated
Blitzed kisses are exchanged, transitory enchanted moments
Bemused nudges and tender embraces
Arms around shoulders, heads resting drowsily
All of this immediate and forever
Don't know where you're goin', only know just where you've been
And the tipsy, blissfully mindless joy of youth
Gives them bleary yet satisfactory hints of the unreality of reality
Sweet little baby, I want you again
The teens are flickering in and out of consciousness like befuddled fireflies
The sober ones roam the rooms, drifting haphazardly about
Simultaneously enchanted, bewildered, and repelled
By the seemingly inexhaustible variety of drunken fun,
The racy, adventurous mood of the night
Been dazed and confused for so long, it's not true
We are all so young
So young and dipped in the dust of folly
And our laughs contain a hint of melancholy
The magic of nights like these,
When the spell of mortality is broken,
Eludes us all,
Yet we cling to them
Like moths to a flame.
Nights like these dig deep in the stuff of the soul
But there is still much to be learned
You can be happy
if you want
i dont understand you
we are always on different pages
i cant stand you
and you rages
sick of being taken advantage of
especially by you
how can this be love?
forgiveness is way past due
i dont know how you affect me this way
because i hate you
sometimes i want to run away
because i have to
You know the kind of sad
That makes your ears ring
Makes your throat close up
Makes everything around you turn to a blur of colors.
The kind of sad where
Holding in all the tears
Still won't make a difference
For the ugly you feel inside.
The kind of sad where
You want people to know
But at the same time
That would mean exposing yourself
The kind of sad where everything in your core fights against you
Tells you to stay strong
But in the end
You know it will consume you.
It will always
Get the best of you.
My last boss, the last chain of command
complains and brags about his daughter to others now
because Friday they will hire my replacement
And he has stopped making eye contact with me, like the other one did a year ago
because why do they treat me so badly and
I'm still a person
And I'd like to walk right up to him and shout in his face that
if he were my father I'd have a lot of problems, too!
And I'd like to tell him as I've been told,
when you've thought of yourself as very intelligent for a very long time
it's hard to let go of it
and he met me, and well, I do not lack in that category
in sanity, perhaps
I want to scream and tell them all my most honest thoughts and have them listen
especially him, my last boss
But he will never listen to me, I'm told
My thoughts infuriate him
They run around his thoughts and lap them
and that is unacceptable
So every day I notice, every day, is a fresh form of torture
and no eye contact from your enemies,
things could be worse.
The world is crazy, not sugar coated its evil…
Motivated by money, the love of it is in people…
Your soul should not embody capitalism...
By that I mean worldly gain if so then your soul is trapped in prison…
People want more instead of accepting what’s given…
I’m talking life, yeah there’s plight, but it’s your choice to do wrong or right
Freedom of choice is God given
Your life should be modeled off Christ not simply living
It seems as though I should get my cake up
Thoughts of reality, fleshly casualty, spiritually I know to get my faith up
Eyes open yet sight of the blind when will we wake up?
Not one president has been the Messiah
Stand behind the youth as shells fall from gun fire
Understand that oil prices will get higher
War will stop then continue, lives will continue to expire
Since the beginning man has thrived to not die but stay alive
Thoughts of Immortal,
Jesus lived and died and rose so death he survived
Because of him death is just a portal
The rare moments we spend alone,
Simply holding each other strong,
I constantly get lost in your eyes,
But being lost is where I belong.
As you pull me close to you,
And wrap your arms around me,
You slowly lean in for a kiss,
And our lips touch; my mind is set free.
Just that one sweet little smooch,
Throws my silly mind into a haze,
I never return from this land of love,
Because you never cease to amaze.
You drag me into your arms,
And touch your lips to my neck,
And quietly tell me you love me,
And give me another quick peck.
My eyelashes flutter and I'm gone,
Your love has me under a spell,
I am all yours and only yours,
Which makes me love drunk as hell.
You work your way back to my lips,
And begin to kiss me more than before,
You whisper in between kisses,
"I will love you so much more".
You take a break from my lips,
And you wrap me up arm in arm,
You hold me really close to you,
And keep me protected from all harm.
Your heart beat is tantalizing,
Again putting me in a trance,
You give me that sly little smile,
And I sense your feeling of romance.
All I can feel in this moment,
Is your love surrounding my soul,
Your warmth and love has got me,
Completely in your control.
Just being anywhere near you,
Gives me a calm and comfy feel,
You are just truly amazing,
And your love for me is surreal.
How I wish to be with you more,
Anywhere and anytime at all,
I would love to be with you always,
And never have to miss my oddball.
I love how you are so silly,
It always makes me smile,
Your love brings laughter in my life,
And I want you to stay for awhile.
Your silliness; I adore it,
Your nerdiness; completes you,
I love everything you are,
And all of my love is true.
You are everything that I need,
From your vividly dirty mind,
To your dumb sense of humor,
You're all amazingness combined.
To put it very simply,
I love you very much so,
No matter how much I'll miss you,
I'll simply never let you go!!
Who am I;
to say to you that what you believe could never be true. Would you look at all the facts that Im showing to you, instead of walking away with that narrow minded view. Since youve got all the answers, tell me, Who am I to you
Who hears all of your stories, when you just need to complain
Who picks up the pieces, when all you have is pain
I am there when you are lonely, but that doesnt seem to do.
Why dont you just fucking tell me, who am I to you
Am I temporary or just for show
Are you stuck with me, but dont want to say so
Does it matter to you, if I stay or go
If I dont ask now, will I ever know
Out in the night, clouds swallow up the moon
and everything grows darker,
somewhere a small animal is being eaten alive by some ravenous beast,
squealing out in its death throes,
crying, I don’t want to be eaten alive by this beast,
this beast that lusts for the blood of others.
Staining its maw with my life, my birth and my death.
Help! Help! Help me, save me from this beast!
The beast just grins, licking its lips,
whispering soft things to the animal,
saying that everything will be all right, that this is how it has to be,
tells the small animal it was doomed from the start,
with his red lips and red eyes.