Embrace it
Except it with open outstretched arms
Imagine the beautiful silence no one will hear
The taste of ash on dead lips
The sweat smell of decaying flesh
The crumbling monuments of shortsightedness
Finally all will be equal and free
Finally all will be on the same side of the argument
Finally all will have peace and justice
Embrace it
Except it with open outstretched arms
All sins will be washed away in the blink of an eye
Fire purifies all
No more wars or violence
No more overcrowded jails
No more unpaid bills stacking up
No more fuxing lawyers or traffic lights
Black heart will finally have a fitting home
Wretched souls will finally be obliterated
Embrace it
Except it with open outstretched arms
Love the idea of it
Look forward to it
Rush toward it headlong
Push your way to the front to make sure you get a good seat
Help facilitate it
Quicken its pace
Point it in the right direction
And push the big fuxing red button
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 4:41 PM UTC
They say tomorrow’s the end of the world
Well isn’t that just absolutely great
I have a long list of things to get done
Tomorrow I had planned to lose some weight
You’re just now telling me the world will end
I still have bills to pay and a book to write
I was just about to invent something
That was much better than Edison’s light
They say tomorrow’s the end of the world
To watch the apocalypse get a good seat
Folk are running to the store to grab beer
And sunscreen for the coming blast of heat
You’re just now telling me the world will end
The timing of this doom couldn’t be worse
How am I going to get everything done
There’s not even enough time to rent the hearse
They say tomorrow’s the end of the world
Everyone’s telling me to accept this fate
So I’ll just stay home with my rubber girl
And I’ll have just enough time to inflate
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 2:01 PM UTC
Together, over the edge
We fell into the chasm
Plunging hand in hand chest first
Followed by our past phantoms
Falling like sallow dead leaves
From our own broken branches
Cutting ****** through chaos
Knowing we were taken our chances
Sinking into the dark depths
Of affections pitched blackness
Plagued by our fiery passions
Much like the burning harvest
Endless was our plummeting
We could never hit bottom
But then you let go of my hand
The ground is now your problem
I have wings
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 10:51 PM UTC
I am sure my mail lady loves me
She does stop by my house frequently
She brings me letters, bills and adverts
And with great force my mail she inserts
Though jammed, crammed, mashed and squashed is the mail
Like an abstract origami fail
Of which she fits into my mail box
Deftly and quick like she’s on the clock
And without so much as a toodaloo
She leaves as if she is just passing through
But I know she just wants my attention
Her act is just a cry for affection
I’ll let her know her message is received
I’ll leave behind something she can retrieve
A purple handmade folded paper crane
Which I’ll then crush and vigorously maim
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 9:11 PM UTC
Awoken by the dawns unwanted light
Untangling from your clingy arms and legs
Being the first one up surely ain’t right
Now who’s going to make me coffee and eggs
I see that lazy tight young *** sticking out,
With *** and suggestiveness that you flout,
Nakedness uncovered by the bed sheets
Our cloths carelessly thrown across the floor
Remembering you calling last night for more
Until all our energy was deplete
My body is all scratched up and ache’n
I am too **** old for these nighttime forays
I don’t see you up making me bacon
So forget you; I’m off to the café
You can just lie there, sleeping alone
And I’ll get back once you have left the home
Feel free to grab a pop-tart when you leave
For you I have taped this poem to the door
I apologize if I sound a bit sore
But please wait before calling another eve
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 11:27 PM UTC
In the darkest umbra of a shadow
Where time and wraith like dimensions collide
Is the place you can find all man’s sorrows
And woman’s secrets they’ll never confide
In the obscurity of one’s dark gloom
In your contrasting reverse projection of self
You can envision your impending doom
Like a porcelain doll falling from the shelf
Trace the outline of your twisted dark shade
Chalking the ground where your body will be laid
Lying down, your shadow and you become one
While you lie dead under the blazing sun
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 7:05 PM UTC
I write poems in hope that they will live on forever
Because someday I will die
I try to tell my daughter I love her every day, I call my dad once a week and try to stay in contact with my friends
Because someday I will die
I go to work and collect that check making sure a part of it goes to life insurance
Because someday I will die
I wonder the streets at night, climb mountains during the day and try to take it all in
Because someday I will die
I try to get to know you all better
Because someday I will die
I want to understand your point of view
Because someday I will die
I read poetry
Because someday I will die
I drink Crown, smoke a tobacco pipe and eat the occasional steak
Because someday I will die
I meditate and contemplate the meaning of life
Because someday I will die
I love and hope and care and pray
Because someday I will die
I rant, shake my fist and express my discontent
Because someday I will die
I clean my house, take out the trash, do the dishes and wear clean underwear
Because someday I will die
You are reading this poem
Because some day I will die
We fight to stay alive
Because we do not want today to be the day we die
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 11:01 PM UTC
I have made a list
Of things to forget
I have not a wish
To repay these debts
Or be reminded
Of time that was spent
Together yet divided
No plan to repent
For immoral sins
To look over my
Regrets, nor take a spin
At the start and retry
To untie the wrongs
Inflicted by you
Feelings which you long
To have me undo
I just want a list
That will get me to
The end of the gist
A new point of view
That won’t include you
But here is the twist
Every time I inspect
My forget you sheet
I begin to reflect
On what I’d delete
Now an unfortunate
Reminding portrait
Of all the things I want to forget
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 9:18 PM UTC
She says to me
These boys have no game
She shows me their text messages
And ridicules them
Really tearing them down
She wants me to flirt with her
Egging me on
Desperate for the
Attention
She reeks of it
She is 6" heeled shoes
She is a tight mini skirt
She is taunting eyes
Telling me to play her game
She is hot water
And cold showers
She is a tigress
A man eater
All in a young petite frame
I am just a big old ape
Trying to survive day to day
And I don't have time
To flirt
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC
Climb aboard the Paper Airplane Express
Let’s fly to far away destinations
Where we land is random, it can’t be guessed
We have no preconceived expectations
Wings hand crafted by tiny artisans
Powered by adolescent dreams that ignite
Bright eyed smiles, marking the serene occasion
Of each and every planes inaugural flight
Hop aboard the Paper Airplane Express
No two planes are alike, each is unique
And not every flight is a success
But we can re-launch after a simple tweak
As our pilots aren’t allowed to play with matches
To date none of our planes have caught on fire
Though we have seen quite a few crashes
And apparently that little pyro bobby just made me a liar
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 3:52 PM UTC