I spied a rabbit in the rain
He froze in my presence
Wondering if ****** was my aim
And I thought about his lot in life
Was he far from home?
Or was a warm, dry place near?
Could his belly be full?
Did he know the pain of hunger?
I terrified him
Though I did not try
His heart beat faster as he ran
While I sighed and went inside
I just sighed and went inside
Dec 24, 2011
Dec 24, 2011 at 10:42 PM UTC
You need a compression
Of the mind
You need effemeral
To hide your signs
Stop their intrusion
In your special brain
Control your alphawaves
In the psychic sparring room
A telepathic link
Can slow his heart
Or with wrath
You can blow his head apart
*"My art
My art keeps me sane...
My art..."*
Apr 1, 2011
Apr 1, 2011 at 1:09 PM UTC
I asked the old man,
"What age are you in dreams?"
The man, now 93, said "19"
In dreams we create scenes
From our own archeives
For better or worse
In terror and triumph
They are inside our minds
I can see myself how I want to be
I can see things they can't see
But, Lo! The horrors I have
Are just as great
Apr 1, 2011
Apr 1, 2011 at 1:06 PM UTC
In a moment of intimacy
We exchanged pleasantries
When the vibe was ready
I spoke a rememberance
When I thought you were gone
Forever my guard was dead
But that sweet pastel feeling
Found its way in me again
You've got that kind of power
And you know where we end
Pick it up like hot lead
Without saying what was dead
Apr 1, 2011
Apr 1, 2011 at 1:04 PM UTC
Cloaked in pedals
Tame the energy
Sweeping and striking
Bending in time
In repetition of truth
Truth is revealed
Veins of metal
Break the brain seal
Cloaked in effects
Wield electric whips
Sqeezing my mind
'Til my fingers drip
Dec 1, 2010
Dec 1, 2010 at 5:00 PM UTC
I'm dressed as drab as the sky
With the sun soaking wet
I breathe out a sigh
In a room alone
But with a second set of my eyes
He sits here and I sit there
Our eyes refuse to meet
One of us is right, you know
It's just a question of when we'll see
I'll let him hang around for now
And think what he wants to think
Because I know I'm fine
Even if he's on the brink
Nov 17, 2010
Nov 17, 2010 at 5:36 PM UTC
He was your silver medal
A consolation prize in my eyes
Nowhere near the best you can do
And you knew it to
Now in your days of freedom
With blood and sweat in your pen
The gold medal is just out of reach
Or so it seems again
What worked on all the rest
Won't melt the heart in a golden chest
For he knows all of your crimes this time
And you know them to
It must be strange trying to prove yourself
In a life spent feeling proven
What's worse is knowing anyone but me
Will be your silver medal
Oct 27, 2010
Oct 27, 2010 at 9:33 AM UTC
Most women have three to five
Three to five men to choose from
One or two at work
Two or three when at play
She doesn't have to try
All five are a wink or a nod away
They remain in wait to get laid
And she holds all the power
Some women don't realize their strength
They seem to have not a clue
At least that's what they want you to think
When you're not their chosen one
But, I know full well
They can have their pick of three to five
Three to five men
Some who've waited a long time to be chosen
By the one who holds real conrol
Oct 8, 2010
Oct 8, 2010 at 8:29 PM UTC
When we first met
They said you were a *****
And I didn't believe them
You seemed intelligent
(Well, intelligent enough)
The days of silence between us
Grew to weeks and months
I was almost done
Chewing on thoughts of you
How pathetic of me (Why?)
Because you're a ****
Truly a disgrace to your gender
A waste of my time
A smile meets my face
When I know
You'll wake crusted over
With a man who couldn't care less for you
Aug 27, 2010
Aug 27, 2010 at 6:50 AM UTC
Siren song, pull me past the silt
Guide my body beneath continents of ice
I need to swoon in every sea
Never encased by earth
Take flight beneath the current
Assimilate with the sky
One in the same
Cremate tonight
Churn with the waves by day
Stagnate with the fog at dusk
Drift and whip wild with smoke by night
To be elemental
To be the wind on their lips
When they whisper… “immortal”
No earth-bound monument to my name
No stone to stir remembrance
I will be worthy of memory
Let me absorb into a landscape scenery
Aug 10, 2010
Aug 10, 2010 at 4:09 PM UTC