there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day
and the best at ****** are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace
those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love
beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average
but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to **** you
to **** anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect
like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock
their finest art
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 10:44 PM UTC
don't feel sorry for me.
I am a competent,
satisfied human being.
be sorry for the others
who
fidget
complain
who
constantly
rearrange their
lives
like
furniture.
juggling mates
and
attitudes
their
confusion is
constant
and it will
touch
whoever they
deal with.
beware of them:
one of their
key words is
"love."
and beware those who
only take
instructions from their
God
for they have
failed completely to live their own
lives.
don't feel sorry for me
because I am alone
for even
at the most terrible
moments
humor
is my
companion.
I am a dog walking
backwards
I am a broken
banjo
I am a telephone wire
strung up in
Toledo, Ohio
I am a man
eating a meal
this night
in the month of
September.
put your sympathy
aside.
they say
water held up
Christ:
to come
through
you better be
nearly as
lucky.
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 10:44 PM UTC
It’s easy to tell when
It’s the beginning of the
End.
You get that sick helpless
Feeling in your gut
Like someone died
Something died.
In a way
It is a death
Of something
Of love
Of something that could have
Would have
Should have been
Might have been
If it weren’t for that *******
Life.
Things get stale
Like a crumb under the couch.
It’s always the same
Everything ends anyway.
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 10:42 PM UTC
The music starts
And so do
I
Every beat pulls me
In a new direction
Every word
Squeezes me.
Sliding
Twirling
Winding
Gracefully and beautifully
In my own eyes
I don’t care who sees
Me
I am poetry
In motion.
I am
Limitless
Boundless
Restless
And full of
Life.
I will move
To my own
Beat
And I will not
Apologize.
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 10:41 PM UTC
I love you like
A butterfly loves her
Nectar
I love you
Without limits
Or conditions
I love the pieces of you
That break
When touched
I love the pieces
Of you that
Don’t.
I need you like
A baby
Needs her mother
You keep me
Sane
Grounded
Alive
You make me
More myself
Than I
I need you
To compliment
My parts
And pieces…
Even they get lonely
Sometimes.
I want you like
A child wants
Love and acceptance
When you are around
Everything
Is ok even when it’s
Not
I want to wake up
Everyday
Knowing that I have you
More than
The others
I want you to
Feel the same,
My friend
And I hope that
You do.
I love you.
I have loved you.
Now, my friend,
I am in love with you.
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 10:40 PM UTC
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Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 4:52 PM UTC
Why is it
That when the world
Is quiet
My thoughts are
Loudest.
There is a boy sleeping
In my bed.
I should lay with him
I want to lay with him.
But I am so restless
So full of purpose
During these dark hours
Of the day
Every word that I type
Brings with it a release
Like a breath
Of the coolest,
Crispest
Winter air
Oh how I’ve missed this feeling…
The keyboard
Calls out to me
Like an old friend
In the night.
I greet her
With open arms
And
A pounding in my
Chest
These words keep me
Going
These words are my legacy
These words are my own.
I hope that one day
You will read these words
Too
And find some
Solace in your own
Heart.
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 1:23 AM UTC
little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
i won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won't blame you,
instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and i won't use it
yet.
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 10:03 AM UTC
.
how is it?
*you only live once.
but you can die,
a thousand deaths.*
how is it?
*i can be blinded,
by your beauty.
but beauty is
in the eye,
of the beholder.*
how is it?
*that i live,
only for you.
but i live,
to change the world.*
how is it?
*love is a,
battlefield.
but love is,
life's refuge.*
how is it?
*you loom large,
in my eyes.
but you make,
the big things,
seem small.*
how is it?
*that to you,
i am a queen.
but to me,
i am love's
fool... lost.*
how is it?
*history repeats,
itself.
but you are,
my first truelove.*
how....
how...
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 10:00 AM UTC
This is a story
about a boy who
smiled like an angel.
At once he smiled
it was a shy gesture
and just as subtly
and timidly
I fell in love
with both the boy
and the smile.
So innocent
yet capable
those heavenly lips
stretched over
shining teeth
that reflected such
promise.
So enamored was I
that I failed to notice
the boy's smile
waver
and disappear
just as fast.
By then it was
too late
when the allure
of the smile
dissipated
like a thick fog
of clouded judgement.
Before me stood
the boy
but not
the smile or its
heavenly essence.
Before me stood
a beautiful
devil
and he took
my heart
and ate it with
a devilish
grin.
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 12:38 PM UTC