some say we should keep personal remorse from the
poem,
stay abstract, and there is some reason in this,
but jezus;
twelve poems gone and I don't keep carbons and you have
my
paintings too, my best ones; its stifling:
are you trying to crush me out like the rest of them?
why didn't you take my money? they usually do
from the sleeping drunken pants sick in the corner.
next time take my left arm or a fifty
but not my poems:
I'm not Shakespeare
but sometime simply
there won't be any more, abstract or otherwise;
there'll always be mony and ****** and drunkards
down to the last bomb,
but as God said,
crossing his legs,
I see where I have made plenty of poets
but not so very much
poetry.

we are always asked
to understand the other person's
viewpoint
no matter how
out-dated
foolish or
obnoxious.
one is asked
to view
their total error
their life-waste
with
kindliness,
especially if they are
aged.
but age is the total of
our doing.
they have aged
badly
because they have
lived
out of focus,
they have refused to
see.
not their fault?
whose fault?
mine?
I am asked to hide
my viewpoint
from them
for fear of their
fear.
age is no crime
but the shame
of a deliberately
wasted
life
among so many
deliberately
wasted
lives
is.

They stand on lines
Made in earth
Their little lines
that follow them
Showing everyone
where they've been
An age of watching lines
The all seeing eye
that hangs within the sky
Watching day and night
As a billion lives go by

Im pretty sure the universe thinks im a *****....
Cause i keep getting ******

Goodnight love
The stars are high
In the moonlit sky
The wind brushing branches just outside
Let your eyes grow heavy
Let your mind relax
Do not cry its not the end
When you wake tomorrow
It begins again

The wind expressed through dying leaves
         An overwhelming undertow a silent tide
               On the hill the girls mind has gone
                   Craving past memories burned deep
                      Desperately drowning in life's sorrow
                                See the scars in her eyes
                     The sadness she can no longer hide
              Gone are the days of 'I'm just fine'
       Now she just sits and stares
As the world goes by

I was supposed to be somewhere...
But i don't know where.
All i know is i don't belong here.