**** up your ***
Bend over Red Rover
Send 6 inches over
Her threshold
All-season pass
Her ******** drips soy milk
Rub a dub dip
Her hygiene is poor
But the smell feeds your itch
It’s so **** gross
**** off
Die DIE
Uno dos DIE
Rapism
She liked it
Her tongue ring cut your ****
You didn’t even get hard
Her ***** were droopy
Reciprocate
Propagate
Gargle her cultures
And scream
DIE, DIE
Swallow the cottage cheese
Eat your green beans
**** off you stupid ****
Die
**** the babies
She has rabies
The cat licked the ***** and DIED
Curiosity killed that stupid *****
And she died
Just like she wanted
Shut up
Die
Eat breakfast
Die
Sleep
Die
Breathe
Die
Swindle her stubbly nest and
DIE
Shoot up orange juice
Put oil in your eyes
Shut up
**** off
And die
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 2:46 AM UTC
“You’re a mess
Go to bed
Eat some food get some rest
Don’t you know it’s easier that way”
Clean my mess
Go to bed
Buy more food, I’m a wreck
Who the hell would know it’s so much easier this way...
There was a voice inside my head,
But I may have misheard it
I don’t know for sure
But would if I knew ears were working
I’ve been listening to the earth my ear pressed up against her surface
But lessons that I’ve learned could all be crude and oh so worthless
I walk through valleys that are only low as mountains can be high
I walk through streets without my shoes beneath the stars and lamppost lights
But the questions that I’m asking leave me searching far and wide
It’s like I dug myself a whole
and have to see how deep it goes
But it’s only six feet under
And as an aging hand may lay a rose upon my grave
This is what happens when kids have questions I guess.
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 3:26 PM UTC
I could compose sonatas with sentences, and not to brag, but unfortunately, I prefer language to music.
That which is on paper is most memorable.
So, when one smokes a joint once or twice a day, they have much too many memories to make and thus-as-well have many more to lose.
Albeit an unfortunate circumstance, memory loss comes along with the sheer amount of aptly iconized memories.
A large number of things are let go of when one embarks on the discovery of their own character and conscience.
Possibly so, a shedding of one’s misconceptions in regards to themselves, is quite-in-fact a reason to forget former things
We have the power of attitude.
We change what happens outward us by examining what is inward and embracing or changing whatever we may come to find.
We may not be God, but maybe we look like whatever God may be.
Certainly, a person who is not a slave to themselves is quite a divine sight to see.
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 2:32 PM UTC
The last place you will see god is in a stained glass window/ The sky behind it is far more beautiful
The last place you will see god is holding a sign/ The first is where real work gets done
The last place you will see god is in a monastery/ Jesus was homeless, and didn’t give a **** what building had his name on it/
Buddha left a palace and found peace under a tree after a long walk
The last place you will see god is an offering plate/ For many still have plates that are empty
The last place you will see god is in doctrine/Since doctrine only changes the mind
The last place you will see god is in an argument/ Actions speak louder than words anyway
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 2:29 PM UTC
Shamans dancing round in circles
in the corners of my thoughts
They hand me remedies for pains my past has caused
Although I look up to the holy testimony I have lost,
I have dragged it through the darkness
hoping it would soon wear off
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 1:28 AM UTC
Did you ever think we’d make it here?
Mirror mirror, bathroom wall
Who’s suicidal but doesn’t have the *****
Past-life glass-life
Where and when?
Who’s praying to die at the age of ten?
Then unchecked baggage of parents weighs in?!
Abusive ex-alcoholic
Taking money from Mom’s empty wallet
Bankrupting his baby momma
Child support turned child-hood trauma
Fighting the deep
Chisel off that piece of mind
Find in thine keep
A piece of mind that was me
My peaceful mind is one cried into sleep
To still be alive was my last thought and option
It feels so good to blow the dust off the coffin
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 4:31 PM UTC
Johnny Appleseed.
****** us up good didn't you?
If you plant a tree in Eden
You're an angel
But Mom and Dad ate an apple
Cain got mad and killed Abel
With the *** he wears on his head
Now he runs around smoking herb and planting trees
Cain was just like you Mr. Appleseed
Two farmers tag teamed
He made a pretty good side kick
A seed from Johnny's Apples
Was a Johnny Apple's seed
That Seeded an Apple tree
So Johnny's baby Appleseeds
Could seed more apple trees
To eat off Johnny Apple's seeds
Choke on that Mother Earth
Johnny Appleseed's tree is long and hard
Ripe with juicy fruit
And we all know mankind has a sweet tooth
Knock on wood
Paul Bunyan is Jesus
Cutting down trees of life since day one
Just wait til he gets nailed and impaled on one
Meanwhile an angel with a fire sword chased a snake out of the garden
Johnny
Human
Appleseed
Nature
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 11:54 AM UTC
A field in the distance
It’s edge is in the corner of class room windows
I can see it
Windows open on an Autumn day
Cool Wind blowing in memories of Eden
Dulled by my sense of touch
Life on the edge of death
The world is in its prime
Vibrancy fills my senses
I’m awake!
I long to see God again
My body hurts for it.
I’m excited
I just might jump out this second story
And find Eden for myself
They should really put screens on these windows
They may stop a bullet
But if you forget to close them
You can’t stop me.
Thank you for this beautiful day.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 11:51 AM UTC
How’d those spots get on the moon?
That’s where the astronauts wrestle.
Papa said Andre the giant came over to his house for fried chicken one Sunday.
Guess who got whooped?
But Papa has never been to space.
So I’m not sure how he’d do against Neil Armstrong
Gravity is tricky business
You’ll catch on when you get older
Thats why it all become less dreamy
And everything starts to sag
Green lantern came over the Sunday after.
He got a whoopin that he couldn’t have imagined
Probably why that ring doesn’t work anymore
It’s funny how imagination is a super power once you’re past 20.
Space helmets covered in chalk dust from where the kids used to play.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 11:47 AM UTC
She used to smile for all the right reasons
But now it's not only at the irony
When another thousand pound straw is laid across her back
And another unspoken slight wipes it off her face
Her eyes used to sparkle
But that green has faded to gray
Up close you can see it
She's not the same anymore
She smiled and her whole face lit up
Now it's a faint turn at the corner of her mouth
She straightened her hair every day
Now it’s pony-tailing seven step and half-kids to school
Now it’s sitting at home
She was bullied into “place”
He’s losing his shape
And everyone is going crazy
Everyone is fading into Mom-jeans and pullover hoodies
Silent tables
This was never what eating dinner as a family was supposed to look like.
She doesn’t like cooking
But she learned **** quick.
A glance at their marriage makes her stomach turn sick
He started smoking again
Food on the table
*** in bed
She’s saving her money
And getting ready to leave
But this time...
Tailing half as many kids behind
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 11:34 AM UTC