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Aug 2014 · 634
My Garden
Juneau Aug 2014
There are plenty of flowers that flourish in my garden
Too many to pick just one, but all the days of my life to enjoy the ones I choose
One at a time I pluck my next blossom
I choose just one and allow her inside
Her beloved aroma excites my nostrils
Her beauty brightens each day I am with her
However with each day that beauty dims
Those vibrant colours dull and fade
My once beloved fragrance now bores me
For its been the same smell day after day
I ask "What’s wrong my love, why are we no longer satisfied with each others company?"
My love does not respond to my query
Yet her reply does come to me in time
Nothing in this universe shall stay the same
My flower is no longer the flower i once choose from my garden
My love for this flower is now gone with my realization
Does this make me a bad person?
I think not
isn’t love just an emotion
Can I not as easily fall in and out of love as I become happy or sad
With this thought I travel back outside
To choose from the many flowers that flourish in my garden
I hope I have improved over time.
Aug 2014 · 517
Green leaves of three
Juneau Aug 2014
please oh please don’t feel sorry for me
just because my love happens to be poison ivy
she makes me itch she makes me scratch
but I’ll always be ready to jump in the next batch
she makes me rub until I am sore
but with out her my happiness fades more and more
every few weeks she clears from my body
green leaves of three why won’t you love me
I try my best, I just don’t know what to do
when i venture through your bush I’ll even take off my shoe
I dream of the day it’s just you and I
but until that day I’ll sit here and sigh
I sometimes wonder if i should just call off the chase
but I can’t just stop thinking about you, you’re all over my face
I know I can’t change you so I won’t even try
i love everything you do to me especially that rash on my thigh
so don’t pity this boy and his green leaves of three
she has spread to my eyes and is now all I see
First poem I ever wrote in highschool. 2008
Aug 2014 · 454
Dim memories on the road
Juneau Aug 2014
As the road gets dangerous,
begins to incline.
I realize my future,
starts to get tough.

I look to my past,
at what I called mine.
Reveals my lost love,
my gem in the rough.

My eyes blur with tears,
but I am not sad.
My head swells with fears,
I forgot what I had.

The roads are my home now,
in them I found new love.
Life as a vagabond:
pure as light;
white as a dove.
March 23, 2012
Aug 2014 · 1.0k
Juneau Aug 2014
If ninety-eight percent
of our DNA is shared
with a chimpanzee.

Than how
truly different
could you be
from me.
August 10, 2014
Aug 2014 · 875
Write from the bay
Juneau Aug 2014
The sun sets on another day,
as I drink and smoke and waste away.
Ripples of light out on the Bay,
whisper to me and I hear them say.
"All things end, rust and decay,
yet you sit and waste your day.
If the world were to end today,
of your life, what have you to say?
That you were sloth bringing others dismay
as you laid about and wasted away.
Think ******* these words I say,
A life can be renewed with May."

When I awoke, previously tranced by the Bay
I left my room and threw my smokes away.
It's time I went out and got my life underway,
It's time I renewed my life with May.
June 16, 2012
Aug 2014 · 555
Harper's Kingdom
Juneau Aug 2014
The politicians are all corrupt,

I think we should **** them,

I've dug all their graves,

now it's time that we fill them,

They've turned this country,

Into Harper's kingdom,

Lets tear it all down,

And start a new system.
May 21, 2013
Aug 2014 · 2.4k
Juneau Aug 2014
Dawn is near as I make another coat
After I ripped and slashed your throat

It brings me joy, I will not lie,
to hear you whimper, scream and cry.

Shout for help, scratch and bite,
most the fun is in the fight.

Down to the basement I drag your body
making coats, my new favourite hobby.

Daily office life can be such a bore,
so I stalk the night to find a *****.

No remorse when I see your pain.
Unless I'm caught I'll **** again.

Making coats, my new favourite hobby.
After which, I eat the body.
This is a work of fiction
March 30, 2012
Aug 2014 · 494
The Media
Juneau Aug 2014
Festering sores, dripping thick green ooze,

The only image more disturbing,

is contrived by entertainment news.

The masses are far too trusting,

ideally the media must inform rather than confuse.

I urge you not to listen.

Change the channel; simply refuse.
January 26, 2013
Aug 2014 · 1.5k
Juneau Aug 2014
The public should be wiser,
our wealth controlled by misers.
Breed more sheep for the pasture,
bow down before the master.

When it comes to worldly knowledge,
you don't need to go to college.
Scare tactics promote the system,
tie us down in neo-serfdom.

An age in great need of regression,
back before the planets oppression.
We all get weaker by the hour,
lets rise up and take back the power.

So let us tear up all the concrete,
we will once again sow the Earth.
Rip the ruling class from their seat,
chaos will bring us our rebirth.
April 8, 2012
Aug 2014 · 902
Thinking of the future.
Juneau Aug 2014
With the things that we know now,
and the knowledge we've lost.
you say things are better,
but what was the cost?

If knowledge is power,
then why are we weak?
Who's really in charge here?
Is the answer I seek.

We've become so corrupt,
conditioned with lies.
We watch our world suffer,
yet we can't close our eyes.

but there may be hope,
in my life time at least.
the wheels of Industry,
should be dead; deceased.

The banks will fall first,
and then comes the war.
But the sun will rise again,
out of the blood and the gore.

We will rebuild our homes,
only this time by hand.
No more machines,
will be made in this land.

It is not too late,
we can always restart.
rebuild nations a new,
but this time we'll be smart.
May 2, 2012
Aug 2014 · 669
Pay Attention
Juneau Aug 2014
By choosing between the same two parties.
Is it really our expectation.
That we will change our lives,
enhance and greater our situation.

Now I don't want to be rude,
and forgive my profanity.
But repeating the same action expecting different results
is the exact ******* definition of insanity.

They're slowly stealing your pension,
ending all plans for retirement.
Oh, and just wait and see what FIPPA
And China do to our environment.

And yet we go to the polls,
expecting some kind of change.
Are these who are truly in charge?
Or simply tools meant to derange.

So much corruption and controversy.
**** Harper, **** Trudeau and **** the NDP.
every politicians a vandal,
exploiting our lives with each and every scandal.

Things here are escalating,
and if you don't agree.
Then what the **** happened,
downtown during G20?

When issues are met with confusion,
designed to make dissent impossible.
The people wake from their delusion,
and revolution becomes inevitable.

Raise the bar by a meter.
Or in a way it's our fault.
Do we really pick our leader,
by who can dig up dirt, lie and insult?

Let's stop all this dissonance.
Let's not be known by our apathy.
Pay attention to those in charge,
help better our lives; improve its quality.
May 30, 2013
Aug 2014 · 1.2k
Morning Star
Juneau Aug 2014
Of the stars in the sky,
some faded, others bright.
Briefly I join them,
bringing end to the night.

Of the Sun I'm prologue,
I come before the day.
I guide the mighty Sun,
and I show him the way.

Of the peoples of Earth,
for who I do labour.
The name they've given me,
is no longer favoured.

Of darkness they image,
when people hear my name.
Malevolence and fear,
It is me who they blame.

My name has been spoken,
from near here and a far.
Lucifer they call me,
I am the Morning Star.
April 21, 2012
Aug 2014 · 682
I want to believe
Juneau Aug 2014
Swirling motions,
of sparking cosmic dust
Within this place is home,
to each and every one of us.

Massive bodies of-
aggressively burning gas.
We circle these objects,
within our swirling mass.

Celestial bodies,
grow and erode.
The stars themselves,
expand and implode.

We try and understand this place,
using geometry and math.
Yet, we’ll never know for sure,
what lies directly in our path.

Is there meaning to our lives,
as they appear to be?
Or are we grains of sand,
spinning into eternity?

Governments may deny this,
but, I know there’s higher intelligence.
Unfortunately their desire to remain hidden,
only shines light on their malevolence.

As we live our lives,
driving simple cars.
We are frequently monitored,
by Tall Whites and children of the stars.

I feel this is something that,
must be understood.
We must be extremely wary,
and not assume galactic brotherhood.

There’s an abundance of life,
out in the celestial sea.
And where there is life, predators,
will come to harvest thee.

But for all I know,
they could be humble and kind.
And all this fear is just a result,
of an over cynical mind.

And so we spin, drift and wait,
not knowing for certain our fate.
There are orbits in which,
our planets are compliant.

We all revolve around,
a great burning giant.
Here we turn in relative tranquility.
mostly unaware of our increasing vulnerability.
June 7, 2013
Aug 2014 · 1.1k
Juneau Aug 2014
We are all connected consciously.
Experiencing one another subjectively.
We are all one universally.
Look closer and soon you'll see,
that all matter is condensed energy.
Can you feel it pulse from me?
Beating in and out rhythmically.
Renewing itself repeatedly.
All things have a frequency.
Each wave, different like you and me.
Harmonizing in a similar key.
Drifting out into eternity.
There is so much that you can’t see.
The building blocks of reality.
Destroying and creating endlessly.
Infinite possibility.*
Existence  *cycles continuously.
Matter shifts from you to me.
Choosing where to go unbiasedly.
Tempestuous, chaotic entropy.
All things are connected musically.
A never-ending melody.
It has been and will always be.
Vibrations existing in harmony.
March 16, 2013
Inspired by Bill Hicks
Aug 2014 · 733
Write before winter
Juneau Aug 2014
When the leaves shrivel,
flowers faint and die.
Harvest must be gathered,
signs that winter is nigh.

"Why's the land fallow?"
We'd ask of the Earth.
She shifts on her axis,
sways her great girth.
  There used to be stories,
about the changes you see.
They blamed it on Hades,
when he tricked Persephone.

She had taken six arils,
of which she did eat.
Hades grinned gladly,
upon his great seat.

They said she's doomed,
for six months a year.
To serve below ground,
Earth's kind left in fear.

Chimera existed!
People would believe.
The fantastic in real life,
has taken its leave.

Now we have science,
and it's true what it's told.
But we've lost all the magic,
in the world we behold.

Content while I sit here,
on a cool Autumn night.
We have kept it alive,
in the things that we write.
March 27, 2012
Jul 2014 · 560
Juneau Jul 2014
complete despair,
that dull melancholy;
a constant elderitch sensation
that you're being watched from behind.
You feel those bloodshot eyes on your back
as they dig in,
bore into your spine
and disperse pure,
cold hopelessness
into the entirety of your body
through your central nervous system,
having a numbing effect
on everything you've experienced.

Every happy memory
shining a little less bright,
memories that used to bring
a warm euphoria
you once knew the name of love  
now brings a wicked strike of agony,
a burning anger,
that rapes your inner peace
and everything
needs to restart
all the work
you've put into forgetting
has to be redone
and than the period
of convalescence begins a new
and you plead to  yourself,
"please let this be the last cycle.''

  *The river side can only take so many waves before it erodes into the current.
September 1, 2013
Jul 2014 · 518
Juneau Jul 2014
The morning had a dampness that penetrated
what, at the time
seemed to be everything in the realm,
a dampness of renewal,
a catalyst to decomposition.

I stared out from the sidewalk at nothing in particular.
My gaze brought in everything
from ruffing leaves in the forest across the street,
to the acute shake
and gyration
from the hummus below.

The damp old leaves of ancient years long past,
shifting with the various decayed wood
of fallen trees,
both shifting and merging,
embracing and destroying;
each becoming the other,
each creating something new.

They say spring is a time for birth
and new life in this world of light yet,
they neglect the fact
that new life cannot be created
without the end of an old life.
This new life is really rebirth, renewal;
a completion of the cycle.
May 22, 2013
Jul 2014 · 586
O' mother my dear
Juneau Jul 2014
Glancing my life, reflections in the mirror
Waving the smoke to make it all clear
I'm driving a car I cannot steer
Wasting my life, my one biggest fear
Simple minded folk; they gape and they leer
Power minded folk; corrupt while they jeer
I've worked and worked for many a year
To pay off my debt, the end's never near
They say "well that's life'', and I find this queer
There is more to existence than being a gear
I ask of you Earth, O' Mother, my dear
Shake them all off and away from here
March 23, 2012
Jul 2014 · 434
Does this resonate
Juneau Jul 2014
Unknowable power they say is above,
This world has not fit me quite like a glove,

The time I live in won’t let me be me,
I want to be wild, instinctual and free,

I’m so confused, chaotic inside,
These traits in me I can’t always hide,

Of my condition others are ignorant or blind,
If only there were another of my kind,

I cannot begin to interpret the magnitude,
Of this vast, isolated and total solitude,

There’s not a soul around whom I could relate,
Or is this my sanity as it begins to disintegrate,

I must be broken, a grotesque abnormality,
I can’t seem to get a hang of day-to-day conformity,

I need to develop the side of me that is innate,
This fiercely fought inner struggle must simply be fate.
May 7, 2013
Jul 2014 · 823
Celestial Sea
Juneau Jul 2014
I look to my rulers,
and all that i see.
Lying, cheating swine,
shameless hypocrisy.

I want off this planet,
away from society.
I'd rather take my chances,
and sail the celestial sea.

I feel that somewhere out there,
a greater world may be.
The distance required to travel,
is beyond the life of me.

And so here I stay,
among this society.
Still at night I dream,
and sail the celestial sea.
March 23, 2012
Jul 2014 · 424
Juneau Jul 2014
It's 3:00AM and I can't catch a wink.
It's 3:00AM so I begin to drink.

Every drop brings ease to my mind.
So I pour another shot and begin to unwind.

A sinking feeling deep in my core.
My eyes are heavy, dry and sore.

Twisting spine, muscles tight, ******* in knots.
Living this uncomfortably brings on unspeakable thoughts.

Each night it only gets worse.
Each and every night I live with this curse.

I can't keep doing this, tomorrow I must work.
Looks like another day of being an irritable ****.

It's 3:00AM, and I pour another drink.
It's 3:00AM, my thoughts begin to sink.
It's 3:00AM, I can do nothing but think.
It's 3:00AM, so I write it out in ink.
August 13, 2012
Jul 2014 · 389
Let nature take its coarse
Juneau Jul 2014
I can't imagine what you're going through,
this truly must feel like hell.
How does a person decide,
"is this the man I loved or merely his shell."

I know this is rough,
and I don't want to sound unkind.
But what actually makes a person,
is not the body but the mind.

Some may praise your compassion,
yet I feel this is just insane.
How could you spend your life,
with someone who lacks a brain.

Your love is so tenacious,
but it's time to loosen your hold.
Life deals us many cards.
With this hand I advise you fold.

You have a lot of love to give,
and you may not think this is fair.
But it's time to move on,
and find someone who can return your care.

Keep him forever with you,
deep back in your minds archive.
Please hear me when I tell you this,
your boyfriend is no longer alive.

This is a big decision,
and I say this with remorse.
but it's time to let go,
and let nature take its course.
August 13, 2012
Jul 2014 · 302
Upon the wall
Juneau Jul 2014
Everyday with this sadness.
On the edge of certain madness.

Malevolent whispers in the dark.
Twisted thoughts have left their mark.

Other people, who I cannot relate.
Have left me in a contorted state.

The days end as the Sun begins to fall.
Personal demons grow upon the wall.

Bigger and stronger, they soon overwhelm.
Losing all control as they take the helm.

Apologies for the things I've done.
It's all over now I've lost, they've won.
May 7, 2012
Jul 2014 · 599
Juneau Jul 2014
I have a passion for music.
let me tell you why.
It's for emotional release.
so that I don't cry.

Each note manipulates the air.
Brings a voice to my silent despair.
June 13, 2013
Jul 2014 · 378
Juneau Jul 2014
stars are the most beautiful sight
that can only be seen without sunlight
embrace the darkness. You need not fright
join me, come forth into the night
stay close and together we might
gaze deep and enjoy their nocturnal delight
October 20, 2013

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