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Caesar Nov 22
I find comfort In the dark
Like the night
The silence
And the villains that used to play on my tv screen
They were brave
Though called cruel
They spoke their
heart
Misunderstood from the start
In the world so bleak
And without a clean slate to start from
They were hopeless from the start
A horrible upstart
Close to my own
I hold villians close to my heart
Shielding them from the hero
Which is all to bland
And to be blunt
There always painted too brightly
Bold colors
Bright and popping
Showing they are brighter
Better than crime the villain
Dark and shy
Most the time unable to fly
Why do wee pain them in such colors
We’re all to simple minded
To believe in a world of crime
Color could truly describe
Lot of topic on this one
  Nov 22 Caesar
Trevor Gates
Welcome to tonight’s show

Allow me to introduce myself.

I go by many names


Some of which, you may know
But those do not need to be mentioned
a howl, a moan, a scream, a summoning
Let’s keep this interesting.


This is the midnight calling
This is the raven cawing

This is the shadow lurking
And the jackals slurping

The demons wailing
While Charon is sailing,

The Acheron
The river
The first

The Eternal song
Of dripping livers
and Thirst

Stop

This is all confusing
And amusing
To some
And many
But to me it is painful

Demeaning
Putrid
Repugnant
Detrimental
Disturbing

And

­A subjective simmer of passivity
A pious dose of sheer calamity

Once upon a time

In a land past the desert
Was a neon capped city
Devoid of hope

And shaped by
Casual nihilism

And too much money

A powerful portrait in all its brevity
The display of sweltering people melting against the asphalt
The mucous sunscreen and coarse sand between the toes

And crooked nails
And bleached hair
And coffee stained teeth
And pink nails
And Gucci purses
And Versace dresses
Shutter Shades
Corvettes
$5 lap dances

And promiscuous preteen slaves
To MTV
VH1
Pop sensations
Internet ****
Social networks
Smart phones
Model rock stars
Models
Interviews
Auditions
Mundane seductively
For him
Or she
The nepotistic aficionado

of  

Delicious, robust, superb, disdain  
*******: Nose Candy
******: Snake venom
After Parties: ******* adrenaline
***** Film tryouts: Garage studio
LSD: Acid
Plastic: Lips, skins, *******.
24/7
Hits of E
X-T-C

and

Do you have change for a hundred?
Or a change for a life?

Cites in Dust
Thank Siouxsie and the Banshees; A carnival.

Shout
Tears for Fears, they’re Head over Heels

Love will Tear Us apart
From Joy Division, who claims she’s lost control

Los Angeles
“X”
Exene and Billy Zoom’s Wild Gift.

The perpetual rise of sunset rockers and Neon knights.
Teens crawling through the muck of socialites and incubator nightmares
Civil borders wired by racial slurs and salivating bigotry
Water replaced by blood
Spit interchanged for souls
And fire traded for icy methamphetamine

Warriors and survivors

Poets and dreamers

Shooters and inhalers

Geeks and groupies

Burnouts and Dropouts

Sweet dreams are made of this



Such a show, such a show! Bravo Bravo! Thank you, thanks to all I have time to thank: Martin Sheen, Julius Ceasar, Fender Guitars, Randy Marsh, elbow pads, Chuck Berry, Al Green, X, Joy Division, Tears for Fears, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Less than Zero, Alucard, Humphrey Bogart, Grace Kelly, Daryl Dixon, George Harrison, Brad Pitt, Rooney Mara (Love you), Belstaff, Emma Watson (Love you too), Laure Heriard Dubreuil, Manolo Blahnik, Hannah Murray and Michele Abeles.

So many to mention, so little time. We’ll be back.
This is one of my favorites I've done so far in this series. I had just finished reading Less Than Zero by Bret Easton Ellis and watch Gregg Araki's films, The Doom Generation and Nowhere, which all three sum up the existentialism and merging rampancy of living in Los Angeles, California. An experience I will never forget.
Caesar Nov 20
I’m in need of support
For you see
theses shoulders can not bear one more grief
A Mistake
A Argument
Or even a mean stare
For If I dare to kneel I might reveal that I—
I’m in desperate need of support,
The need that is deeper than the trees buried and twisted deep with this very earth
A Feeling so strong yet rejected each time with even more force
For I am in need of support
For I need a shoulder to lean on
To let the load off my shoulders
A shoulder to weep on
For although I’m not a man of many sorrowful words
And I don’t often make a peep
But for now I’m in need of someone’s support
Caesar Nov 20
Lean and tall
A gift from gods
Far and wide
The world is divided
Time travels on by
And soon enough
I touch the sky
Legs feel to long
Stand up and I feel like falling
If only the long legs to take me far away
Back to the old days
Yet we lay in bed
A cold casket and only fits me
The crescent moon greets me
Before shying away
And Although I brag
And it’s not to bad
The shock of standing up
And finding myself —- ft up
Is quite the shock
For my walls remember
Marked with small and long lines
A smaller me
And a far different me.
Bro i had like 48 poems and still I’m writing several currently, hoping there okay and posting them here because I’m bored. Enjoy
Caesar Nov 20
I’m a kid
I cry
Bicker
Yell but don’t I dare tell
Sob and beg you to stop
It’s not me your hurting
you promise with bitter words you won’t
You keep your promise
Yet break our family apart
I’m sorry to call you dad
You not even that
For blood we do not share
I can not even care
Your sweet
Kind
And oh so fake
Like many others
You indulge
And indulge
Alcohol driven
And although I was a kid
Young and naïve
And still I am
Although I hold invisible wrinkles
On this stained skin
One  like the beauty of stained glass
For stained glass I am
Only stained with raw blood and mud
And the green color of the glass from your beer bottles
Im am but a worn jacket
For in your eyes I am still your little girl
Although not a girl
And neither yours
For your hands hold me like horns carry soft petals
Holding up to shine and bath in light
Only for this flower to be drowned
As if you were the rain
Washing my garden away
My home keeps away
Far from my safe space
And although you shouted and yelled
I forgive and not tell
For the house hold the secrets
Even when it came crashing down.
But if you look closely I’m yet a rose healing
The storm has passed
And yet still barely
I bath in the soft sun
Drink in light spring showers
And I no longer drown.
More trauma stuff yada yada. Didn’t realize words flow so much easier when you can relate heavily to them. Enjoy
Caesar Nov 20
Eight mouths
Seven eyes
Two ears
Nine dimes
Bet on the devil
Sweet and horrible
Wearing a halo of horse skin
Trading daffodils
For a soul
Trading secrets for a dime
Thrown all but into a hole
Secrets climbs
Spilling out
scorching the skin as overflows
A cloth weaved of thorns
Peeved
Pricking and brushing my burns
Soft and buttered with lies
Sweet as chocolate
Smooth
Seemingly flows off your ‘8’ mouths
A moth to a flame
How to lie
Guilt ridden
Fleeing
Faster than a raccoon digging up trash
Caught chewing on its on lies
Walk the halls
Whispering
Eyes seem to never be the same
Color changing
Tears wilted
Rose plucked dry
Leaving only your thorns
Once beautiful
Broken and of so painful
Pain is mine now
To much of your own to handle
Overflowing and overbearing
Guilt ridden
I’ll flee too
Scared of overthinking
Overflowing
Injuring the garden around me
Messy poem, tired. More coming soon hopefully… this definitely ain’t another vent poem..
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