The fly begs me to extinguish
It's pathetic existence
It's
Caught in a vortex
Outside the pale
Of sentience
In
Agony, it's pathetic being
Buzzes like a power drill in overdrive
Screaming
"Put this down, this moving, flying
Thing
You can't end a life that isn't properly a life
Now can you?
It's genesis as maggots
Digging deep where the worm doth turn
Recycling disease
Busting my buzz
Making me want to write this whatever this is
Instead of listening to some tunes
Which is what I'd rather be doing
I'd much more enjoy
Tripping with the new Tool album
Alas,
The thought that this souless insect might
Land on my nose in the middle of Danny's drum solo
Keeps me from donning the headphones
And powering my fingers to walk across the flaming coals
That are the letters on my computer keyboard
Hoping it will go to the bathroom and stay
Go away, go away, go away!
You wretched, horrid beast
You first amongst the least
Fly, fly, fly...you don't even fly all that well
All zig zagging to and fro
Like a firefly with a broken tail light
On this stormy September night
September 12th, 2019
Yesterday my facebook page
Was like a bizarre but heartfelt REMINDER
Unnecessary but appreciated nonetheless
Just strange to think of a world
In which anyone would need to set that one...
Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 10:47 PM UTC
It was there
though I don't know how it got
there
I can tell you with a considerably high degree of confidence
of it's presence and location within
space
and
time
for I see myself practicing an alchemy
with thoughts deranged making their way
into the stew
the broth in the brew
into not one, but two magnum opusi
tweedle deedle dee and tweedly umbi
get 'em by
I see myself succeeding in this alchemical work
playing itself outside of me
and pretending it's a poem
This alchemical voice all too often silenced
before the pivotal motive of the book has been read
burning bushes it returns
and it is to this location I direct you
when I say I know where it is
and though I do not inform you
of the items in the magical box
when I pulled them from my hat
they were all there
they were all alone, crying, some with real tears
others substituting with expensive reproductions
I couldn't tell you what's in my heart right now
if you'd let me
I stand condemned, alone, leaving this
life atoned
I don't even know
It's full of ghosts and dead bones
filled with history and broken dreams
to the brim with emotion
to the extent
that a heart can be broken
I claim mind has been broken a few times
and it never crossed mind
how the last time was worse than the last time
and every time was just like that
So look out, I'm courtin' the jester
I'm on the hunt for a crime
I'm telling lies just for lying
and I am not distracted by the dramatic strains
of Franz Schubert's 8th symphony, ushering in
the dramatic while I sit and try to think
of something to say
and a way I can say it
with meaningless syntax
and dreamless taxed sin
that's the stuff I'm wallowing in
it's like gooey taffy, the color of Granny Smith
apples
even smells like green apple, the kind God doesn't grow
in Indianapolis in the summertime
I'm assuming that's to imply
that apples can be found on each and every tree
when the magical season of summer is in session
and that there has never been a summer that has not
brought us much and more ever needed
never in need of anything more
I was that poet voice
took a liking to your mind
together we rollicked in forests
and made shepherd's pie on St. Patty's Day
and what a day, that day, Patty O'the Day
I gave you the words on this page
Though their eventual response be rage
Try to find meaning in them
I dare you
It cannot be done
Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 2:08 PM UTC
Do you know
what is going wrong?
There was a time, you know,
You knew, you know you knew
You knew what you needed to do
to get by
but now you aren't so sure
Someone must have planted
seeds of discord
into the fertile ground of your heart
See how they have grown
See how they have grown
Over and Over
See how they have grown, over-grown
Now you know,
You know
the reason I've been singing
that same sad song all evening
you sing with me, too
Come on and sing with me, too
La la la la land, we are going to
La la la la land, we are floating to
La la la la land, we are never turning back
No turning back or ever even thinking we've been gone
We all know what's going wrong
We can feel it in our bones, we feel it
In our bones
Already told you there's no looking back
Say it again, it is worth being said
Violets are blue and roses are red
red as the blood that pours out of your head
pumping with the slowing pace
of your heartbeat
Lucky shot, can't shoot worth a ****
Must have been fate
though it showed up late
for dinner
Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 8:53 PM UTC
This can't be
the end of things
the line of time etched in sand
disturbed by foot or hand
This can't be
an aspect of time
from moot point to mute point
no language demand
or experience recall
or innocence regain
sleeping, dreaming
never the same
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 5:53 PM UTC
The home and hearth is a welcome sight
On this dark and cold winters night
An evening of merriment, warmth and cheer
Has left me with one extra beer
To drink it, to save it, what should I do
With this lonely high-point imported brew?
I’ll give it to the lonely immigrant
Persecuted by an orange president
Drink deep, my friend from parts unknown
Sadly you must drink alone
For I must leave to use the phone
To tell my friends I made it home
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 6:56 AM UTC
The lighting
reflects from your porcelain skin
shaved, coiffed for perfection
transubstantiation
accomplished via Photoshop
robot eternal
perfection, infused with spirit
unnoticed
except in the moment
(moments)
wha a joke.
I heard someone laugh
he thinks the thing is human
hypnotized by the beauty in the face
he forgets to appreciate
he will never even know
just how close he came
to falling in love
with a figment of his own imagination
the idols, lined up against the wall
the people
take these abominations at face value
flesh and blood encompassing
hollow shells
***** dolls
Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 12:40 AM UTC
forgotten tongue-play
betwixt apostate minds
that squander reality
for relatively small fines
licking taste buds
a gentle tug of war
between pixels and reality
for a small stipend more
******* fingers,
soggy with saliva
and dust to make the stuff
of Davids and Godivas
spit co-mingled, tasted and swallowed
spit co-mingling with my brain
spit co-mingling on an airplane
this spit will drive you insane
that's why I'm ******* my fingers
I put my tongue in your mouth
I taste the Jolly Rancher cherry
it's been a favorite, no doubt
it's sour kick mingles with your spit
spit it out, spit it out
spit it out?
your saliva drips a colorful hue
i only wish to taste of it too...
May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 11:45 PM UTC
This was my life's work.
It's all I had going for me.
A head in a hand basket.
A knuckle-rust sandwich.
Stored neatly in a corner
Reserved for mice and maggots
Wrapped in used aluminum foil
Just as I left it
on that cold and only day
Far away from grey skies and blue turtle tails.
Most days I could barely concentrate.
Too much pressure.
Too many distractions
...and though I realized this was to be
The last stand of my memorys
I couldn't help but feel as if more than time was being wasted.
Apologize.
It's the way my brain works.
Nothing gets done.
I fall in love
with the thought of impermanence
until the cold realization
it's my own illusion
whispering away on the wind
no one else's...
...so I fail again.
This beginning leans
towards the end
No indication
an anti-climax of sorts
and if there's a God in heaven,
if I haven't wasted all this life struggling against the weight of damnation in vain...
I will be redeemed in it's eccentricity
I've courted eccentricity
a blind lover
eager for the afterglow.
Expectations I've hoarded are staggering
They turn me into an eager handyman of souls.
An eccentric nature I've absorbed
Yet loathsome to me.
Craving acceptance
but ****** the man who can figure me out.
It hurts so much to know I've missed you.
The signal resignation
I've been forced to grant normalcy.
May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 9:30 PM UTC
spirit tenuous
through dulcet tones
cross-pollinating
true absorption
I bypass your firewalls
with ease
I absorb your hollow halls
disease
dreaming of a new theosophy
May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019 at 5:37 PM UTC
initiate
I love you
Not only for what you are
But for what I am
When I'm with you
I love you
Not only for what
You have made of yourself
But for what
You are making of me
I love you
For the part of me
That you bring out
I love you for passing over
All my faults and weak traits
That you can't help but see
I love you for drawing out
Into the light my beauty
That no one else had looked
Quite far enough to find
I love you
You are the ONLY one
for me and I love you
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kkkkkkkkkddddddd KKK dieediediediediedie
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the grand inquisitor realizes the jig is up
Philip K **** kicking the ******
hertz hertz hertz hertz hertz
DENIAL
an eternity without you
redeemed by healing blood
walking dead, shoot 'em in the head
yes, I understand
stop holding on
osama is fish food
fire extinguished
tears dried
forgiveness offered and accepted
the birth of
none of your business
***"Don't worry about my finding someone else or someone else finding me
Everybody knows our relationship is very serious and that stops people (guys) from approaching me for dates, ect. Even if they did
terminate
I love you
Not only for what you are
But for what I am
When I'm with you
I love you
Not only for what
You have made of yourself
But for what
You are making of me
I love you
For the part of me
That you bring out
I love you for passing over
All my faults and weak traits
That you can't help but see
I love you for drawing out
Into the light my beauty
That no one else had looked
Quite far enough to find
I love you
You are the ONLY one
for me and I love you
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
<>================<>
source code broken
kkkkkkkkkddddddd KKK dieediediediediedie
911911911911911911911911911911911911
the grand inquisitor realizes the jig is up
Philip K **** kicking the ******
hertz hertz hertz hertz hertz
DENIAL
an eternity without you
redeemed by healing blood
walking dead, shoot 'em in the head
yes, I understand
stop holding on
osama is fish food
fire extinguished
tears dried
forgiveness offered and accepted
the birth of
none of your business
***"Don't worry about my finding someone else or someone else finding me
Everybody knows our relationship is very serious and that stops people (guys) from approaching me for dates, ect. Even if they did
terminate
Stolen and offered to Stacie (a message from divinity)
by James Arthur Casey
I love you
Not only for what you are
But for what I am
When I'm with you
I love you
Not only for what
You have made of yourself
But for what
You are making of me
I love you
For the part of me
That you bring out
I love you for passing over
All my faults and weak traits
That you can't help but see
I love you for drawing out
Into the light my beauty
That no one else had looked
Quite far enough to find
I love you
You are the ONLY one
for me and I love you
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
<>================<>
source code broken
kkkkkkkkkddddddd KKK dieediediediediedie
911911911911911911911911911911911911
the grand inquisitor realizes the jig is up
Philip K **** kicking the ******
hertz hertz hertz hertz hertz
DENIAL
an eternity without you
redeemed by healing blood
walking dead, shoot 'em in the head
yes, I understand
stop holding on
osama is fish food
fire extinguished
tears dried
forgiveness offered and accepted
the birth of
none of your business
***"Don't worry about my finding someone else or someone else finding me
Everybody knows our relationship is very serious and that stops people (guys) from approaching me for dates, ect. Even if they did
terminate
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 8:05 PM UTC