Lawrence (who goes by Lars)
Went to India
And Contracted SARS
Damped his spirits?
I think not!
His best friend is Lou
Payed his taxes and went to church
Alas, 'twas not Jesus
That he found on his search
Lars and Lou
One day had nothing to do
They crowded the streets of the city
In Bangladesh
In Timbuktu
They never found something quite as pretty
Lars had bandages on his eyes
Lou chose not to see
Turning a blind eye
Turning the cheek
Say what you will (makes no difference to me)
Sep 27, 2011
Sep 27, 2011 at 10:35 PM UTC
I am a Knight
Put here
If only to fight
It's not my business
To say Right or Wrong
In the end
I am but a pawn
Jul 15, 2011
Jul 15, 2011 at 8:23 PM UTC
You and your good friend
They make love out of paint and clay
Worlds without love we cannot mend
Many feelings-all cheap-with no waste to lay
May 22, 2011
May 22, 2011 at 5:09 PM UTC
Exes and Ohs
Litter the page
Sprinkled around in a random matter
Without age
Relative to time
Persecuted for that one word
That one crime
Exes and Ohs
Meaningless apart
Like a left ventricle
Without the right heart
Two halves
Of the same bilateral organism
An awkward moment
Nervous laughs
Eyes forward
Minds in each other's pants
Forget needless pleasantries
Deposit in wilting potted plants
Hugs and kisses
Sincerely yours
Tell me why
It's me you ignore
Feb 27, 2011
Feb 27, 2011 at 7:51 PM UTC
Lost at sea
Without a home
Caught within
The subduction zone
Come and feel my radiation
Revel in universal segregation
Robbing the king of his throne
Safely from the subduction zone
Run for cover
And Higher ground
The Hurricane's coming
Leave this town
Millions dead with no survivors
Where's your god now?
Smirking probably
The man is very Proud
What is the world but one big catastrophe
Catastrophe
Catastrophe
Jan 25, 2011
Jan 25, 2011 at 3:57 PM UTC
A few strokes of bad luck
What else could it possibly be?
A ****** up coincidence?
Or lack of empathy
Fingernails grow like ice crystals
Lying by omission
Aiding and abetting
Vandalize all that's beautiful
In this world that's not worth living
Love letter in calligraphy
Doodle in the margins
Images
Of something that's just not me
We're just friends
Lies and and false emotions
Follow you like smoke follows beauty
I wanna hate you
It's not easy
We're just friends
It's not easy
To hate someone you love
I wanna hate you
Like I can hate myself
Jan 21, 2011
Jan 21, 2011 at 6:32 PM UTC
The little voice inside of you
Directing decision
Trapped
Unable to envision
Success
In rapid succession
Reverting
In sudden regression
Sewing shut
Your mind's eye
Blame your loss of contact
Contact with me
The romantic deviant
Your love is beautiful
With all it's conditions
Scolding the masses
For their mental carbon emissions
Unpopular
Is an understatement
What do you expect
Pushing for a decision
When there is no answer
Jan 1, 2011
Jan 1, 2011 at 2:19 PM UTC
Beauty
Perfection
Wasted
I was ready to give myself to her
My heart
She cut and pasted
I was a simple prop
To occupy her time
If I was to leave
She would not mind
It haunts me
Her Child-like stare
Every strand
Of her red hair
Every plan
Every smile
It's been more than just
Alittle while
I'm not an artist
I can see her unattraction
Stemming from
My lack of action
Blistering boils of
Lethargic lust
In the end
Is there no one left
To trust?
Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 3:42 PM UTC
Little particles of dust
Exposed by a sliver of light
Dancing to the rhythm of the room
You could stop smiling
And they would slow
Slow to the motion
To the emotion
Moving in sync
Chaos personified
Little universes
Only exist in the light
Moving
Speaking
Shouting
The language of god
Speaking from an empty script
Dancing the steps flawlessly
Choreographed by existence
Beautiful
Pointless
Existence
Nov 14, 2010
Nov 14, 2010 at 7:54 PM UTC
Licenses to ****
Permit to lie
It's illegal
To see through another's eye
Unified opinion
On touchy subjects
God has forsaken you
Like other earthly objects
The lame
Are not to blame
But the smug
And proud
Listening to themselves talk
Alittle too loud
*** May sell
Alas it's a ticket to hell
*********** and romance
Are in less demand
A bullet fired into the air
Knows not where to land
Band together
Like atoms
In a molecule
In the hand that pulls the lever
The answer to life is scribed on a note card
In a locker left unlocked
Left ajar
In the rain
Nov 9, 2010
Nov 9, 2010 at 7:53 PM UTC