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Unrepentant1916
Unrepentant1916
58/M/United States I have been a writing most of my life. Songs - Poetry.
All the things i did in school Alway made me look a fool I no longer have the energy to go along They try to teach you to believe By always trying to deceive Christ i got so tired of that song So you head out on your own Determined to make yourself a home And surround yourself with people you hardly know They’re just lonely for a friend They won’t love you in the end And pretty soon you find out this is so The wolds is such a lonely place The winds of change all in your face The future a dark place beyond the dawn Honey i’m comin home But i’m not sure anymore where i come from I'm not sure anymore where I come from So I’m all alone tonight creeks are rolling down my cheeks And a heavy world of pain Stacked up on my chest Honey in a world without you All i do is fall I don’t think that i can do it I don’t think that I can do it after all…
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May 5, 2025
May 5, 2025 at 8:05 PM UTC
After All
Market street Bloopers in blue uniforms Flat tops and red noses Pontificate from soapboxes To cantankerous clowns inciting protest Bar brawling streets ignite a haversack generation Of tattoos and hypocrites That feast on double shots and cigarettes Trying to control the uncontrollable Nowhere man struts alone through Jonestown Tripping over his tongue While smoking his mind Through yesterday's glass pipe of sorrows Television, coffee bean synergy Reluctant paraphernalia Intravenous meat living to the beat Of an empty drum Raz a ma tazz Reactive Inactive Suffering serene serfs ***** by the hunger of a lost youth The sequencer of the sequential runs wild The freedom bird flies Sings songs for the senseless The senseless sing along Presidents and prisoners have phone *** Equal in the void The ******** queen whets her lips Seven against Thebes Rorschach tests refute Walt Whitman Festivals for the oppressed Youthful vigor gives way to Korsakoff’s syndrome A diseased reality of horned rabbits Whim wham whining The universal ********** takes refuge In the autonomy of the city And I am the rangefinder The random man A teary eyed son of the Buddha lands Looking for a cheap peep show
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May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 at 10:45 AM UTC
Market Street
He sits alone atop a stool bolted to the etheric floor of a barbed wire room Stares at his haunted reflection A particular and demonstrable gloom bounces off a soul cracked mirror into eyes not recognized by those eyes sunk into and renting space on his roadmap cracked face Song on the radio howls and growls “Blood on the rise, it’s following me” peace frog dances deep cut gems Blood flows out pockets Bullet to brain innuendo Hidden shadows fight in darkened corners calling for rockets on sight For everyone to delight in
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Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 9:33 PM UTC
The Isolation of Ned
the city is alive on every street on every corner on every person's breath from the ghettos to the graveyards a host of martyred memories pave the way they’re getting high at the gates of city hall the cannabis heroes ************ their way through contagious clouds of euphoria and grappa handshakes the dream elite smatter down broadway steeped in the radical a sallow skinned man thumps his bible while **** jesus rages from his forked tongue long legged honeys in tight shirts and short skirts saunter down sidewalks like cosmopolitan documentations of grace busy walkways garrulous with nicotine stains and hard-ons engender a throng of philosophizing junkies who spit a material language from rooftops that echoes off an expanse between austerity and madness cosmic layers of protoplasm and pornographic revelations fashion gestalt ****** and love parades a vast dream machinery of wet pulsating components births a jamboree of internecine warriors who drip like mercury through time and space etching out their own evolution poetry readings in coffee shops tai chi masters and rock n roll slaves punk rock chicks in fishnet stockings and combat boots hang out in doorways dancing like fools a half-baked guitar player in a train station screaming for a fix a whole lost battalion of nobody’s sniffing through the gutters eeking out their cause and through it all I sit watch groove and know RIGHT NOW WE ARE ALL ALIVE!
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Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 10:31 AM UTC
City Grooves
I sit in sad café’s Slowly sip gin, sedate myself Watch vacant whitewash walls Raindrops drizzle through The torn awning out front Like lonely teardrops I think of a girl I once knew Identify with fingerprints in the hall I scan the room for possibilities That always seem to turn the other way Long legged honeys, miles of tongue And smiles that make my brain weep All poured into a plastic cup That rests on a table by a book I’ll probably never read People gather in small clusters Drink their coffees, their mocha’s And chat about their day I sip from that plastic cup Aching to forget about mine There’s an empty seat across from me Haunted by the ghosts of dead friends I listen carefully for their voices So distant now And wonder if I ever really heard them at all
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Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 10:02 AM UTC
Sad Cafes
I swim the staggering waters of excess Tread pathways of vacuous intent I lean into the winds of my desires Dance through the consciousness of the Sages of old Through the raging of sacred notes That comprises the hallowed music of time Forever in motion Moving this way and that For to move is to live, To move Is to thrive Even as the stillness maneuvers there is light A light that unfurls the secrets of the darkest night And i bask in this darkness In the pleasure of its hidden treasures Every nook and cranny bare wonder In every wonder, delight I sail forth on the energy of the unknown To the edge of the precipice of mind I welcome the depths of nothingness As the wickedness of the infinite Lashes the worlds of man And rains words into expanse i become undone Merge with the sky and sun Lose myself outside the lines Stretch outward to the netherworld To feast on the sweet nectar of the forbidden vine
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Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 10:00 AM UTC
Undone
I am revolution a confluence of self propelled protoplasmic revelation the synthesis of infinite cataclysmic events my fingerprints bleed anarchy i have no form in the void i am an atomic convolution of rebellion bound by space time and wrought by the primordial ooze out from which i crawled i am a direct result of phenomena completely beyond my control my mind a battleground for eons of evolution i exist as a continuum of volition that ebbs and flows indiscriminately toward an oblivion that precedes and succeeds all i am a confabulation of electrical impulses a web of synergistic energy that incessantly battles forward toward an indeterminate horizon meanwhile universes postulate inside my skull strumming the strings of my cranial guitar
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Apr 29, 2025
Apr 29, 2025 at 7:39 PM UTC
I Am Revolution
I dream in the essence of blue Soar into the starry night I Excise the phantasm of original sin Move slowly to a beat Laid down by the jazz gods Torn from their sharpened bite I float on heavy air That cradles my being in waves of sound Music rages through my body As I slide down on the wings of angels And Spin between notes blown in heavenly delight I morph into space Float gently by the sun Lost in the love of all i see And taste and smell and feel Can this be real I am a changeling A songbird who blows his tune And howls his madness to the moon I feast on gentle staccato rhythms And casually dance as the willows whine So go ahead and bow before your God Because i choose mine Not so much a holy being As a cosmic note played out in infinite time
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Apr 29, 2025
Apr 29, 2025 at 7:36 PM UTC
Blues For Coltrane
The whole worlds gone crazy It's mad and I'm tired of it I'm tired of corrupt politicians Lecturing to me about values I'm tired of nuns, guns Jesus freaks and new age messiahs Here to expound on truth And show us The Way Bad faith blowhard risk frauds Who condemn to death at least 700 good faith clients a day I'm tired of performance theater churches Stocked with well groomed, attractive preachers Who sermonize peace and eternal salvation to sadly misguided seekers for a price And all those phony smiling Narcissistic bent ***** fucka's Who at the start present as so nice I'm tired of Wall Street bankers Government wankers As far as I'm concerned They're all full of **** I'm tired of it I’m tired of US federal govt hypocrisy Their lock em up and commodify slave wage labor for profit philosophy I'm tired of our never ending war based economy Propaganda disguised as education An uninformed, distracted population Elected officials bribed By flim flam corporations Fabricated news spread By partisan hack organizations I'm tired of flicking through the channels And seeing ******** hucksters on my tv All those good christian government officials Spewing racist fictions about refugees I'm tired of the 5 o'clock news Adds about feminine freshness, dependable douches And all that I can't believe it's a bra **** Hell, I'm tired of eating fried eggs I can't help but think That's what my brain must look like.......
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Apr 29, 2025
Apr 29, 2025 at 5:03 PM UTC
I'm Tired of It Bukowski
The sun breaks through the window like a thief You sit and brush the night from your tangled hair I watch each movement so familiar I wonder at your beauty and how it never grows old As my my mind wanders to the night before The way you looked As i walked through the door So beautiful, so unaware You are preparing for your day You will kiss me goodbye go get coffee, do hot yoga, and run all before your day really begins Once you leave i will shower get the newspaper, make myself comfortable And brush the dogs coat Later I’ll head to my favorite watering hole To pontificate life and death with people i hardly know The stories will be funny or sad The little stork like lady will tell the same story she always does The stale scent of yesterday’s ***** still coursing out her every pore I will put money in the jukebox And laugh at all the same places The usual crew of derelicts will slide in just after noon We’ll all shake hands and do that manly hug thing I’ll order the first round from Zach the bartender Who is never happy and always lets you know I’ll nod my head like i’m listening We’ll play pool, darts and drink our day away I’ll look around and know once we all had dreams and if i try hard enough i can taste the sorrow But i’ll probably just grin and daydream about your smile I’ll head home in time to beat you there Grab some flowers and your favorite meal light the candle on the table and chill your favorite wine You’ll come home and tell me all about you day Sparkling with beauty like always i will get lost in you And follow your every word And when i look into your eyes I know that no one In this whole world but you Could ever wear their skin so well And when you look into mine Like you always do You will know just how much i adore you That my love for you has no end There are miles of tongue in this lonely city And so many shattered dreams There’s so much sadness in the world But this sadness I’ve never known from the time that we first met When you leaned in and whispered What is it that you’re thinking of And I looked at you and replied You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen I hope your smile is not a trick Baby I could look at you forever Your the reason my heart sings I pray this lasts a lifetime Regardless what tomorrow brings
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Apr 29, 2025
Apr 29, 2025 at 4:58 PM UTC
Forever
The sun breaks through the window like a thief You sit and brush the night from your tangled hair I watch each movement so familiar I wonder at your beauty and how it never grows old As my my mind wanders to the night before The way you looked As i walked through the door So beautiful, so unaware You are preparing for your day You will kiss me goodbye go get coffee, do hot yoga, and run all before your day really begins Once you leave i will shower get the newspaper, make myself comfortable And brush the dogs coat Later I’ll head to my favorite watering hole To pontificate life and death with people i hardly know The stories will be funny or sad The little stork like lady will tell the same story she always does The stale scent of yesterday’s ***** still coursing out her every pore I will put money in the jukebox And laugh at all the same places The usual crew of derelicts will slide in just after noon We’ll all shake hands and do that manly hug thing I’ll order the first round from Zach the bartender Who is never happy and always lets you know I’ll nod my head like i’m listening We’ll play pool, darts and drink our day away I’ll look around and know once we all had dreams and if i try hard enough i can taste the sorrow But i’ll probably just grin and daydream about your smile I’ll head home in time to beat you there Grab some flowers and your favorite meal light the candle on the table and chill your favorite wine You’ll come home and tell me all about you day Sparkling with beauty like always i will get lost in you And follow your every word And when i look into your eyes I know that no one In this whole world but you Could ever wear their skin so well And when you look into mine Like you always do You will know just how much i adore you That my love for you has no end There are miles of tongue in this lonely city And so many shattered dreams There’s so much sadness in the world But this sadness I’ve never known from the time that we first met When you leaned in and whispered What is it that you’re thinking of And I looked at you and replied You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen I hope your smile is not a trick Baby I could look at you forever Your the reason my heart sings I pray this lasts a lifetime Regardless what tomorrow brings
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