I have a desire to unleash
My imagination unto the world,
I wish to give birth to many worlds
To terraform colorful plains
Of unbelievable skies and creatures.
One is of a cat, a dangerous cat
Who stands on his hind legs
And cups his top hat with his right paw,
And bows his orange coat,
Careful not to wrinkle his fine suit.
He is dangerous because he is a gentleman,
And in this era
Gentlemen are scarce and unheard of.
So unheard of that Gentleman Cat
Is always given conservative, cautious, and quizzical looks
Looks that try to read Gentleman Cat
Of any deceit, dishonor, and destruction
That drip from his light whiskers.
Another is of an industrial wasteland
Where all its people reek of bewilderment
Taken aback by this strange place.
It is full of leaking deformities
And sopping wet clothes
And screeching radiators.
It is a sad mad realm,
But the coal still burns
As freaks walk in the rain
Under the hypnosis of poisonous air.
Another is a place I haven't fully developed yet,
But it includes a bust, a butcher, and a *****
Another follows a bright young princess
Who chooses to walk barefoot,
Much like her people.
However, she cuts her foot on a rusty nail
And dies because modern healthcare
Is an illusion.
Another is a card player named Luke
Who sees debt as a challenge,
More so than a problem.
His ****** ignorance leads him
To a troubling situation
Where he has nothing to pay
After losing a game of chance,
Except for his fleshed jewels
Passed down since the dawn of man.
Another is one that I just thought of this instant.
It is of a psychotic policeman
Who shoots himself
In order to increase his **** count
From 27 to 28.
Finally, one more story.
In this story a woman has two dreams,
In the first she is chased by
A thunder cloud through a corn maze.
She is panting and flailing her lungs
Trying to grasp for air,
And the dream ends.
The second is she is on a conveyer belt
Sitting at a wooden school desk
Receiving lessons from a hooded figure
With a gavel
Hammering ideals and priorities
Of the old world.
The figure is crying
And drawing infinite circles on the blackboard
With a new piece of chalk.
Eventually the both of them
Arrive at the end of the line,
And fall into a cavern of outer space
Where a butterfly appears from the hooded figure's hood
And crumbles and shrivels right before the girl's eyes.
And then she wakes up.
Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 3:12 PM UTC
The sun is beating down my neck
Yeah I've been free, I've been so free here
Letting the heat press against my face,
I tell my boys to keep the beat up
With the heat up
And they keep jammin' and flowin',
As I keep my head up they keep their head down
To the beat, and I'll watch for them
The energy of the crowd reaching my voice
And towards my boys, and back at the crowd
Like a ricochet.
And what more can I say
About the life we stray
Because we're here to stay,
Me and my boys with music to play.
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 3:47 PM UTC
Fire away, fire away
At my soul fire away,
It's up for grabs, fire away
And let sun drip from my eyes.
I'm not bulletproof, no titanium
Can't block this soul, fire away,
My guards are down, my hands are up
Fire away, fire away.
Be gentle please, I must insist
Don't make haste, but fire away,
Oh my soul it does erupt
Fire away, fire away.
Just take your time, I'll soon relax,
Fire away, fire away.
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 10:56 PM UTC
She swirls a small package
Of white and pink candies,
Gripped by her thumb and index
With long tipped pearl finger tips.
Oh my she is quite pretty indeed
With her auburn brown hair
Tied up in a short ponytail.
And yet she isn't clothed in
Typical "womenly" garments,
No she wears a navy blue sweatshirt,
Jean shorts with a
Crochet pattern on the bottom,
And beige loafers.
And yet she is beautiful.
She is quite beautiful indeed.
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 8:37 PM UTC
Do you fear God?
My brother said I shouldn't fear
Something that doesn't exist,
And yet I see him pray from time to time
For good health, for good wealth,
For the girl sitting next to him in English
To notice him.
I don't understand why he could be so bitter
He is alive, he lives a good life
With me, my mother, my father, and dog.
Why should you pray for a good life,
When the way to have a good life
Is just to live?
To answer my own question
Yes I do fear God
Or whomever has power over my fate.
He could shove down a path
Full of darkness and leave me
To breathe heavily
Crawling a midst the depths of the hole
He and I created.
And I know my brother fears Him, or Her, or It.
Because he wouldn't being praying for a good life
If he didn't want his to slip away.
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 11:08 AM UTC
In the atmosphere, the smoke will stick onto my eyes,
In the air sometimes, we'll fly away and not look back,
Along the shoreline, buried in sand and struck with fear,
We're stuck down here, but the air will be our true escape.
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 10:58 AM UTC
My daughter walked down a path
And came to a fork.
There an old man stood
Next to a dead tree and he said,
"If you go left you will be born into this world,
It will be difficult, you were not planned
And I myself will have to support you.
However, if you go right
You will surely not live,
And it would be easier for us,
But we would cry for you dearly
And mourn for your spirit."
There the old man stood silent
Waiting for my daughter's response.
"I wish to live" she said.
The old man looked at her
With compassion and despair.
"My dear, I'm afraid you don't have a choice."
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 8:31 PM UTC
We in the attic blanketed with dust
Waiting stiffly until The Beaumont's leave,
Us portraits and mannequins stuck like rust
Wearing fluffy clothes the butler would weave.
They leave, we awaken and run downstairs
To see the table full of wine and mess
We gather around, the gramophone blares
The butler screams, that old Anderson Wes
He looked as though he never saw a feast
Ran stupidly shaking like a drunk man
'Til the portrait of Paul said to the beast,
"You're waking the neighbors, here have some flan!"
Eyes bulging, eyes fuming old Wes breaks down
His allergy got the very best of him
Rolling on the floor covered in a frown
We watched and listened his life on a limb.
"He ruined the party!" cried Ms. LeBoot,
We were in uproar, covered in white noise
But then stood Mr. Crowser in his suit
Headless, but strong with a booming tight voice.
He said, "We shall not let his death be vain,
As butler Wes would see this to the end
Now let us dine and let us feast through pain
And unveil this dust, with drink it will mend!"
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 10:21 AM UTC
My son walked up to me one day
He said, "Hey dad?"
I look up from my book
And there he was with that quizzical look again.
"Yeah son?" I ask gently.
"Dad, why do foxes run away from people?"
I looked at him patiently
I had not a single clue why on earth
A fox runs from a boy.
"Have you seen a fox?"
"Yeah" my son said, "He was orange and scared."
"Well they have every right to be afraid son."
My son, my dear son, turned his head
And calm brown eyes.
"What are they afraid of?"
"Well humans, for quite some time,
Have hunted foxes.
We took their bright orange fur and the meat on their bones
And we swallowed them whole.
We also took their homes
And made them our own.
We didn't thank them
And I think that's what hurt them the most."
My son turned his head again with that quizzical look
And he looked outside the windowsill.
"I'll be right back" he eagerly said,
And he jumped out the door into the backyard.
I got up from my chair and look outside
To see the strangest thing to date.
My son walked up to our brushes
And out popped a fox.
I opened the window to shout to my son,
But first I heard something sweet.
"I'm sorry fox" said my sincere son.
And wouldn't you believe it,
That foxed bowed down
And disappeared in the brushes.
Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 7:11 PM UTC
What the ghost wanted most
(Not to brag and not to boast),
To be a true and brilliant host
At his post by the coast.
People would come and even more some
Summoned by drum and enchanted by ***
Not open to **** (for this was no slum)
The elite would hum and eat every crumb
The ghost would make a sublime cake
(But first strip steak before this break),
Angel food cake that would make mortals shake
Holy fire would bake this witch at the stake.
The ghost did crave during ascent
Into a cave where lost souls spent,
He did rave about his planned event
But he slept in his grave where his wife lament.
Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 6:43 PM UTC