South Korea
has modern things
on top of ancient dreams -
too quickly layered.
Strange disconnect
in generations;
rice paddy
revelations -
New traditions
steeped
in desperation.
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 10:37 AM UTC
I can't
decide
a freaking thing.
My ears ring.
And orders bring
fresh squeaky hell,
a ting-ting bell,
laughing
at my silly
dreams.
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 4:05 PM UTC
Crazy chick that I work with,
How are you today? Calm the **** down.
You’re a mess - not that anything’s wrong with that.
But you’re in my workspace, which is not your workspace.
Also, your mouth babble, eye gestures and body jerkins seem
To indicate that you wish to communicate; alas, could you
Coherently convey an idea, who would want to receive it?
Please vacate the workspace and return to yourspace.
Have a nice day.
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 1:19 PM UTC
I am evolving
into the me
I will be.
But am I
making,
or being
made?
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 8:38 AM UTC
We are going off to war,
we are sitting by no more;
we are smashing skulls baby,
killing the enemy.
This is how the world is made;
this is how the rent is paid.
Grab your gun and follow me,
baby, lets make casualties.
Those with souls can stay behind,
and moan and groan and hide their eyes -
that is why we charge ahead,
baby, front towards enemy.
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 4:37 AM UTC
Most people don't see the fences
and barriers and borders -
I've crossed them.
Earth is a thousand prison camps.
Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 5:15 AM UTC
There's a place for me
in a field of Bluebonnets
under a Pecan Tree, with
Texas Longhorn lowing
to passerbys,
and mockingbirds flitting
about cloudless, grand skies.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 12:40 AM UTC
I love you.
I said it. Now you.
Do you love me, too?
Weird how life comes down to this.
A simple thing.
Loneliness, or love.
Rinds, or rings.
Dregs, or doves.
I only know I love.
You.
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 4:26 AM UTC
Your poetry is daffy; your mind
Is gooey taffy. You rhyme
Like Seuss on ****** –
Your grammar makes disaster
of your ludicrous expounding.
Those rhymes are cheese,
And couplets, please.
You couldn’t find a foundling.
Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 1:55 AM UTC
When leaving Earth
consider what you’ll need,
Like oxygen, water, food and gravity.
Everyone packs pictures
and forgets to breathe.
Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 4:20 AM UTC