running through cornfields, brushing silken tops
we made our own paths, right through the crops
when we were children, we did as we pleased
God, how i miss that lake erie breeze

down by edson creek, through thickets we ran
we never thought twice, we played with no plan
we swam in the creek, we climbed in the trees
God, how i miss that lake erie breeze

the vermilion river's mouth, diving off the pier
carefree and wild, and we didn't know fear
when we were children, we had lives of ease
God, how i miss that lake erie breeze

Using another's inspiration for your inspiration
inspires only a certain formation
forming a gang for poetic stimulation
stimulates only a circle of relation
relative to your own congregation
congregating minds in a world of stagnation
stagnant thoughts like a writer's damnation
****** to reaching the same old destination
destined to be in your world of simulation
similar minds without much variation

let's not talk about the past
the past is where the future starts
forever let it be severed
like a new day in our hearts


we equate material with pleasure
that's not clever on our part
i believe the greatest treasure
our lives, our dreams, our art


we could change this world forever
together we fall apart
they say never say never
too bad that's never in our hearts

They don't feel like they have a reason
while they suffer, ignorance does what it pleases
all they know is that life is leaving
and they never heard of jesus

there will be no sleigh bells ringing
all they hear are the bombs that have missed us
they feel the coming bullets stinging
and they don't know its christmas

Remember, it takes a hell of a lot of coal, trees, and gasoline to produce and move electricity. It also takes a hell of a lot of electricity, trees, and coal to produce gasoline. Same can be said about coal. It takes a lot of trees, electricity and gasoline to produce coal. Hello? Knock knock. Anyone home? Add in helium and other gases too.

Birds of a feather fly peacefully together
our wings are like leather, we're doomed forever

Sleeping dogs are kicked
just to hear them bark
we stare at the sun
and stay in the dark

the dead men tell tales
and we make our horses drink
a rolling stone gathers moss
and **** doesn't stink

we are better sorry than safe
the sword is mightier than the pen
practice never makes perfect
it's all just pretend

two wrongs make a right
never is better than late
we don't see our own sight
we are what we hate

we look gift horses in the mouth
while birds of a feather peck each others eyes out

I know I have a lot of women hating on me, but it's ok...I don't hate you, and in fact if you're decent looking and not lazy, I probably fantasize about doing stuff to you. Good stuff. I don't think of women as lesser, in half of the ways, I guess I'd say. Some things you don't even want to be part of, believe me. The cruelty that is woman and the cruelty that is man are different.

I have passed so many fails
on this path of broken trails
getting over each one
like walking on nails

i have really felt the burn
on this trail of no return
life under the gun
you live and you learn

i want to taste different fruit
on this path of no reputes
that's where i'll go
and spread out my roots

Reverberating random radio waves
waves of blank blasting bells
bells of unfounded fickled fear
fear in cumulous clouded clatter
clatter of sick ******* sounds
sounds like you yearn your years
years of finding fallen failure
failure to see second sight
sight of blinded brilliant brain
brain farts form filthy fumes
fumes of angry artistic air
air is thick with wasted words
words that remain regretfully wrong
wrong way to tell twisted tales
tales of virtual visual *****

New style of poem i am working on. In first verse, the first three words must start phonetically the same. In the other verses, it must be last three words. Hard to make sense by these rules, but it was fun.

there is no such thing as a whole chance
is it half of a plan to plan half of a dance?
is the plan bigger than man, can't fit it's pants
and who the hell was ever a victim of happenstance?

little half a chance
pitiful little half a chance

poor little half a chance
doesn't wanna get near zero
happenstance, come to the dance
little half. don't be a hero

sweet sweet zero
please don't take my little half by the hand
happenstance please make the call?
more chance and take the fall?

a whole chance took a chance and stole yo man!
you betta act, act like you know, man
no man or know man is it stop or go man
go man go man go go slow man

when he saw that whole chance
never made eye contact, no glance
heart beats like dead meat on romance
sometimes it's down to zero or no chance

hey why don't that ** dance?

even though they hurt
they refuse the hand of the father
rolling around in dirt
then bathing in rusty water

The monkey mocks
the lion rages
it doesn't matter, in separate cages
zookeeper smiles
at the war he wages
the seals perform on the stages

the hawk escapes
the bear wishes
the zookeeper collects his riches
the lion roars
the monkey flinches
the crowd watches from the benches

the elephant gets ignored
nobody wants to mess with the elephant

the defense versus the prosecution
the lawyer who hates prostitution

his name is john

the pretense lends it's attribution
leaning toward total absolution

the blame is on

peep this...you can't see the forest or the trees because of material in the way, and when you hold up a mirror, you see perfection...i never liked mirrors, because i want to see something new...yes i was born and raised in ohio

up up in ohio
two brothers got together
to talk about some wings
to talk about the weather

thanks for the wind lord
we have to spread the word
eagles can't even speak
we need wings like a bird

on orville's death bed
his wishes were his plan
please use this bird for good
and let the pilot only be a man

moral of this story is that the female was trying to prove something and landed near cannibals, who only thought of living and not proving
the wright brothers doing for fellow man...women aren't evil, but will be used as a vessel until they accept their role...to be whole...i know it's offensive to women, but it's logical to religion and science alike. My favorite writer ever is Mary Shelley, and one of my favorite poets and singers is Chrissy Hinde. Women aren't less than men, so when they don't feel a need to prove it, things will change. Just trying to think of a whole, and what it takes, Because that will make me whole. Love.

look at their names
the wRIGHT brothers
amelia AIRheart

drones controlled by women refer to documentary "america's bird"

sinister

maybe someone else invented flight...maybe god maybe nasa

Yeah Yeah
you didn't know she was your first cousin

Contempt breeds within the one who lets it bend them over.

The opposite of familiarity breeds contempt.
strangeness, unfamiliarity

and

it all has to do with seeing yourself as some kind of perfect being, and really doesn't bother the one you have the contempt for...you

Contempt of Court? God will tell you.

(another poet's favorite saying murdered by logic and love. Yes, I know there are people who will say my writing is violent...that's the same people it smacks around. It will be okay...when you're gone. Do you get it? Someone who is ****** has kind of a right to feel contempt for the most familiar of all.)

I never gave a **** about the enlightened ones
i was too busy caring about the frightened one
enlightenment is subjective
I never really cared about following the rules
rules were made by a tyrant with his tools
i wont be a slave to directive

i never gave a **** about those sophisticated
i was too caught up in to which i was related
sophistication is useless
i never really cared about your edification
it would stop me from building my foundation
i dont mind being museless

I turn my heart to stone
the stone tears through the paper heart
you will never cover me
so now we must be apart

thinking back to my unloving crimes
back then i was lost, and i was blind

back then i never believed in never

i didn't see your light that shines
i missed the love, i missed the signs

i never knew our ties would sever

if i could hold you just two more times
once for my heart, and once for my mind

in that moment i would live forever

Marching off to the abyss with a fallen face
to be gone forever and lost without a trace
filled with discontent felt for losing the race
tired, legs are dead, can't keep up the pace

coffins inside of a coffin, a horrendous fate
suffering, sentenced to dying at a slow rate
too proud to end the suffering, so they wait
like broken and lost angels standing at the gate

dragging feet heard through the grapevines
sifting through the same obsolete lines
sitting on top of their own last human signs
not even moving as their hope declines

I never cared about a movie queen
big explosions or charlie sheen
a celebrity doesn't fit in my scene
and i don't care about a pregnant teen

reality tv isn't real at all
i have no time for the casting call
i won't bother to install
a cable jack in my wall

hollywood has nothing for me
i don't give a **** about MTV
my own reality is what i see
so right there is where i'll be

there's nothing on the television
televised corporate decision
deciding how your mind is driven
driving you to falsely envision
envisioning a different condition
conditioning you for their provision
providing you with another addition
adding up to your submission

aka the artist, aka prince aka PRINCE

now, that is slick!
dropping your last name, to make you more famous
even though yo daddy was there, to give it to you
and he is already famous

smith really is a boring name

independence day for your new nation's mind
what do they call the first independance day?
not the one we celebrate yearly.
but the one where it first happened?

oops
i am sorry if i hurt you
oops i
did it again

oops i did
it again
oops i did it
AGAIN!

this is brittany *****!
i think she knew who it was
who needs a last name to draw a buzz?
what came first, the peach or the fuzz

all i ever got was the pit

is it okay if i call you willow smith
or is it miss willow
i will not use all caps for anybody!

i come first!

On Facebook

for leaving a comment on a post about Orangutans. The article was about how they found that primates have an actual language. It's not like I said "duh". Another person said that they were probably talking **** about us. My comment said "**** them"!

Thanks Facebook for helping me realize that i'm not funny. And thanks for giving me a week to think about my actions(or what some lifeless ***** thinks is an action). A facebook ban is in the best interest of anyone who gets banned. Anyone who reported my comment as hate speech, has a lot more to face up to than me...and it's all saved on the master server.

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oh Lord, i've searched for so long
i can't find no inner peace
i am trying my best to be strong
the same fight and the same beast

oh Lord, i am losing the fight
i have fallen to my knees
tell me that it will be alright
oh Lord help me please

oh Lord, can you hear me pray?
can't we reach some compromise?
i'll do my best to do good every day
you bring hope back to my eyes

had a woman
my bride
i had love
inside
i had a smile
so wide
had a heart
complied
we had a baby
it cried
it had some tears
they dried
i had some hope
my guide
i tried to cope
i tried
i worked harder
applied
all my pain
i hide
i felt trapped
hands tied
my own view
my side
i just couldnt
confide
i tried
you lied
my freedom
denied
now we must
divide
i am done
i ride
or we both
collide
used to be
beside
you hurt me
defied
i put you
aside

i had a woman
my bride
i had drive
inside
i had a smile
so wide
had a heart
complied
i had love
it died

it always comes out even
when I weigh the cons and pros
I'm stuck in the middle
standing on my toes

which way should I fall?
who is hungrier for souls?
on the brink I teeter
standing in the throes

Indifference only exists at the moment of birth.

when my blade cuts with surgical precision
ions from blood spray cleanse the air
this isn't killing, this is religion
no angel is harmed and no sinner is spared

then, back at the fountain of contrition
holy water will clean my blade
i was sent to live my God's vision
this isn't ******, this is my crusade

what is reality worth
when fiction is more important
how can you wake up a mind
that chooses to be dormant

we choose to stay dry
when outside, it is storming
in the meantime, in the sky
more storm clouds are forming

in this world we're living in
it's so easy giving in
it's harder to stand and fight
to try to do what is right

with love we could shine
a light from your heart to mine
we are all the same inside
let's let go of foolish pride

They wouldn't let me leave the office until I would look them in the eyes

I saw horrible things in their eyes

they wanted me to see horrible things in their eyes

I have a new style with an expectation
expecting to explore my new aspiration
aspiring to seek reward through exploration
exploring words with my brand new cultivation
cultivating a never seen creation
creating something with a new formulation
formulating a rhyme with a different situation
situating words in a fresh new formation
forming myself another publication

This is my brand new style. The rules are strict compared to a regular quantum loop, but still a lot of room for creativity and fun.

the gods are not allowed to carry guns
they'd shoot out suns, just so they can go to bed
i wonder if jesus is having any fun
watching them turn his blood, into the wine of red

right there in the shadow of the earth
the earth comes first, man will always come in last
which fish did the fisher catch first
is it the scales or the skins, the future or the past

the future of the past has led us here
once again comes the fear, in the middle of our lives
food that will last all of the years
he who cuts the bread, he controls all of the knives

come round here and get your *** kicked
plastic caskets and old motor gaskets
the drastic practice of spastic masses
all stretched out and kicking *****

if you smile they kick your teeth in
to get in you gotta get beneath in
if you look they will cut your eyes out
it's alright after the crying dies out

the sun shines on the old floor boards
the wrecked chryslers and rusty fords
the fallen live underneath the wrecks
till the junkman comes and collects

all my life i thought i was trying
i laughed just to keep from crying
looking back, i went down the wrong track

just more memories to dismember

i surrender

all the time that i spent just wasting
was only time i was facing
looking back, at every rock hard fact

only bad things that i remember

i surrender

waking up, drinking black coffee
trying to wash this darkness off me
hands shaking as i light a cigarette
these thoughts keep getting bigger yet

daybreak nightmare, nightmare daybreak
what does the night care?
just what a day takes

truth is, I don't know which is worse
sleeping in a nightmare, or waking to a curse
it acts out the same, forward or reverse
I guess the nightmares are my way to rehearse

daybreak nightmare, nightmare daybreak
what does the night care?
just what a day takes

waking up, drinking black coffee
trying to wash this darkness off me
hands shaking as i light a cigarette
these thoughts keep getting bigger yet

everything has a polar opposite...hating what you love, loving what you hate...i have a lot to learn about energies, but somehow i truly believe that it takes both and there's some positive and negative that can come together and create a charge...my computer and physics studies go right along with this...i have been working on computers, tablets, tv's a long time also...plus religious books i look into...would you like to help the world while amazing yourself and drop the weight of burdens? please study into this and spread your word

Example - the north and south pole...one is thin ice over water and one is thick ice over land...looking at the wildlife in comparison is cute and fun!

The Energy Exchange...we need your energy and you need ours to be strong

people turn their backs
they can't handle emotion
they run with the packs
they can't handle devotion
they only want stacks
financial promotion
their names on the plaques
of outstanding notion

people turn their heads
toward their satisfaction
no tears are shed
struggle is a distraction
they look straight ahead
toward their transactions
they walk on the dead
to get to their attractions

i crept up like a shadow
in unison with sunshine's rays
through fields left fallow
slowly on a deer made maze

i approach the water
eyes focus on the mountain brook
my excitement gets stronger
just close enough to have a look

i cast into tails of rapids
hoping for the rising sight
that's when it quickly happens
a trout moves to take a bite

i set the hook on my prey
nature goes along with my plans
it really is a perfect day
when you hold a rainbow in your hands

i take them in my hands and throw them in the air
it's up to me to set them free without a care
all i ask is that i am never heard wrong
trying to turn these words into a birdsong

sing a song that is understood
sing a song that is due
sing a song of enchantment
sing a song that is new

the letters turn to feathers and they fly away
it's up to you to hear what they say
all i ask, is that i never use the wrong words
trying to turn these letters into songbirds

fallow thoughts, sorrows wallow
already tasting tomorrow's shallow swallow
fallen breath is all that's to follow
smallest hope, almost hollow

A god ****** angel dragging my wings
hating to see another angel sing
doing none of those angel things
oh ******* reality's sting

god ****** right i still have fight
my wings are broke, my fist is tight
as i stalk on through the night
no saving grace in my sight

a god ****** angel misunderstood
actions bad, no halo for good
doing things that no one could
oh ******* no one would

god ****** fool to even believe
i could try losing to achieve
sentenced here to never leave
broken halo with no reprieve

a god ****** angel caught in between
broken wings are hidden, unseen
crawling in dirt, thoughts never clean
oh ******* the future foreseen

See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil

That means I didn't see anything, I didn't hear anything, so don't ask me questions

You wouldn't believe me if I told you. Unless it is what you wanted me to tell you.

we were taught that dying doesn't hurt
from the day of our birth

a pack of 100 for a buck

a little boy, in a camo shirt
all of those soldiers were out of luck