I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.
But I'm serious, so very serious.
I wish you could hear me.
I am happy though, so lavishly gay and bright.
I wish I knew what it was like so I wouldn't....
I want people to trust me. I don't want people to fear me, to see the disgust that I am, I want them to see innocence, and girlishness and and see me as relatable. I WILL NOT JUDGE YOU! I WILL NOT! I love hearing about you and your struggles, about your sorrows, and I can understand it, because I can feel just like you can feel and I love to feel what you are feeling for that is my only feeling.

I try to justify everything. If I do something I can't explain, or say something I might not like, or think that a person might not like it, I try to justify it with some kind of reasoning. Such as, "It's poetic" or "sounds pretty" or "be worth is someday."

I just want to be understood, and I want to understand you. Can you not hear the gentle bass of the Milky Way galaxy, slowly turning, and us, a virus, an atom, a quantum, a tinny tinny thing doing silly boring things like brushing our teeth, walking, reading, writing, doing things we don't understand, doing things we can't understand, being in love, being out of it, eating candy, having ***, giving ***, doing homework, cleaning, worrying, eating more candy, drawing pictures, thinking, holding, creating, destroying, recycling, creating destroying, recycling, creating, destroying, recycling, can we do nothing else?

Turn, world, turn, sun, around in a slow beautiful bbbbbmmmmmm....
you are so beautiful!
Hands that know what to do,
feet that say things and tell you that life is precious and nothing is funny. Beautiful!
Life is so serious. We do things that are VAIN. To be vain means to do things which have no good purpose. We wash things so they are clean only to make them ***** again.

A man will, in winter, put his heavy coat on, zip up the zipper, pick up a hat and smooth it on to his head across his hair, then, take his left glove and put it on his left hand and take his right glove and put it on his right hand, put his left sock on his left foot, then put his right sock on his right foot, next he puts his left boot on his left foot and puts his right boot on his right foot, he reaches over and tightens the laces of the left boot then makes an "X" with the laces and puts the end of the right most facing lace under the left most and sticks it through the hole and pulls them tight to create a knot, next he creates a long ear-shape like that of a bunny using the right lace and wraps the left lace around counter-clockwise, next he sticks the sideways left lace through the passage that was created by looping the lace around, creating another ear, then he tightens both ears, he makes another "X" with the ears and loops the right most ear under and trough the hole, then tightens them by a process called "double knotting." He then takes this process of double knotting and applies it to his right boot. He stands up and goes to the front door, walks down the driveway and goes into his heated van so he can drive to his temperature controlled desk job. We are creatures of habit. We do the same thing over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and ov.......&...^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&...

I'm tryin' to teach a chair how to walk,
they have legs, but they just can't use 'em.

******* is what I live for, necrophilia is what I die for.

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I was in love with the wall
I spoke French to it.
"Je t'aime." I'd say
In my loveliest French accent.
"Je vais aimer jusqu'à mon mort."
But then I figured those
We're some pretty powerful
Promises to make to a wall.
I loved it so much and I didn't
Want to hurt it. I knocked it
Down and rebuilt.
Now I sit here alone writing
Boolean clauses to ease my
Suffering.
3>1; true
3=1; false
7<4; false
23>100000; true
23 was her favorite number.
The misprinted sweethearts
are always the best.

The chemical dust of rain shot its soul onto the stop sign, which blew sideways from the opposite facing caravans of new thought, "The Thoughtless Carol." Caroling into the night to Ebeneezer who rejected the cold Florida moon echoing over its waters, shooting fireworks into the rainbow cured sour sky which was busy writing its suicide note, being fed up of the proses it didn't deserve. "Life is overrated." It said as it met its maker who replied, "I know what you mean..." There was a hurricane, or at least a harsh wind that scattered the hanging tree ashes around and we drove and gladly crunched over a youngly corpse and hit every deer and "dear life," which decided to look for loved and lost on the highway, "The Lost Highway." Yes I believe Hank hit the mark with that one. And the waves shook me and I awoke to a dream or maybe life and reality, if those words could ever truly be defined. The American flag whipped its tail and dipped its fresh ideas into negative pH leveled acid, corroding its stripes and bleeding the stars into a thirsty, scraggly ground which gladly ate the bits of ethnocentrism, stopping the grass from growing. Why? Because I had only twenty-some letters to choose from and these are the only words that should or could be made. The only words that ever deserved to be written. And I'm pretty sure this page is going to hang itself, because this is like the most boring poem ever and I'm a boring poet:
"A Poem's Suicide!"
"The Slit-Wrist Prose!"
"The Toaster-Bath Ode!"
"The Overdosed Elegy!"
"The Free-From-Life Free-Verse!!!!"

I'm gonna run away from humanity.
Stop eating, defecating, urinating,
consuming, moving, dying, lying, loving,.........(the samsara subset; with a cardinality of the continuum)
I'll take a long good look at God and say,
"Thanks for the apple mate, but I've got bigger fish to fry:
Thanks for the life, but it wasn't all it was cracked up to be."

There was a telephone booth
next to me which I promptly
occupied. I stood there waiting,
wading in my brain seizures.
Someone came an knocked on
the glass saying, "Hey man,
I need to use that thing!"
"I'm waiting!" I say.
"Waiting for what?"
"A phone call from God."
The reply sent shivers down
the spine of the receiver,
sending some kind of
illegible morse code.
The telephone line spoke in tongues.

If you couldn't tell, I'm a pretty jolly fellow.
Fun to have at parties, where I practically **** at all the mirth.
Not because I'm some kind of offset of Richard III, where it's some kind of "winter of discontent," I'm not some kind of scrooge ******* myself out of happiness! it's a much deeper objection.

If you must know, it's because of the trees.
It's life that makes me love death.
It's the beautiful that makes me ugly.

Availons twain twixt thus brighte biste
Hestorienne devoureed Christe
Holloe tou tu esn't et est.

Louvre, Le Louvre ist mi.
Bootes of sootes clamour shouerin'
Flouer in heand, beautie en Maie, Marche und Aprille.
Mama et moi no us or tu terrile.

Caspidate, inspedre, endre, spedistor, fouallona, mortalivus, vieliefe.

Good God, just confess already!!
I love... Ilove... Ilive, lie, liove, lovie,
She kissed me once on my cheek, deadly and deathandmorteanddeadandlifelessandvieless and now i love her, i want... ive never loved anyone, but now i know. I'll name him Theo, because of our God complex and i love you.

I salute no flag, I follow no man
I am undisciplined; an expatriate; a mutineer.
I am not consumed. I believe in Infinity.
But so what?

It's a hell of a lot better than casting stones into the abyss of life, which only cries back in a tune of some ever-pervading samsara, whose only note was proof for Hamlets second conjecture; counting your days, numbering the stars, feeling pleasure only to one day die a purposeless death; guilty.

Jesus said everything in red ink,
the bible tells me so.

Freedom can only be given to those that are bound.
It is both a fact and failure of nature.
Our power binds us;
Our lack of power binds us.
We are enslaved on all sides:
By the infinite and the finite.
And yet we are set free
by this selfsame fact.

I matter.
Underline that statement and back up, no one matters.
Do black lives matter or do all lives matter? No life matters, next question.
Do you love me? Who doesn't.
Will I die? Will I.
Is life worth living? Is death worth dying.
Does reality exist? Is existence real.
How long does it take to pop popcorn? In a microwave or on the stove? In the microwave. About 2 to 2 and a half minutes.
How do boats float? They use water
How do boats sink? Water uses them.
Deserve? None.
Su or in? None.
How? Why.
Question? Answer.
Dialogue
Dialogue
Doubt.
Evidence.
Disagree
Disagree
Agre­e
Unagreable

The best age, was the Stone Age.
When someone asks me,
How old are you?
I reply,
Stone.

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BEAUTY?


I don't vent,
I beg the truth!

Seriously!
Beauty amazes me!

There are women that just
utterly impress me!

"I   WISH    I   COULD   DRAW"

Isay, as if art is simply historical record.

I "see" her, but i don't see her.

There is a faint glowing light in the dark pious,
the folk hymn in the rain and the
cosmopolitan freak-show.

Reminder:
She is the candle's cathedral
And she is the artificially purple
love-all, be-all.

Everyday, I wish upon every star, as to give me the imagination and courage to write about beauty. All I can say is, I  DON'T  KNOW. I really REALLY wanted to, but now i'm not so sure. I wish i knew that i wanted to know, but i don't, and i never will.

Such as is this sense sacred, and i wouldn't DARE describe it...

Ye who are quick to the mouth;
Fall into desperation,
For silence is the key to our revolutions.

Science is dead.

I saw you there, I kept the image in my mind, to feed my despair,
And your hair...
The freckles on your shoulders.
Your smell, your legs, like there were noplace and someplace, bulky and warm like Christmas at the bottom of life where everything was naked.

I carried my heart in yours.
You were the rainy-sun-danse, a novelty in a stormy-wood-wroten-backwoods. Indiana suburban mythology dictated of such a fair maiden, one born of wild disparity, from the family of spiritual cynics. I've come to admire you, that much I know. A mouth divided like Africa, arbitrarily and in a fit of greed, like a hispanic german jew, flouting her sensuality, folded harmony, sweet, messy, youthful, rude, a symbol.

You're my everything and I don't know why, two days gone and I was in so much pain, I figured nothing out.
If I were really inlove with you, you'd be inlove too.
And I love you,
therefore you love me too.

"Get your head into the clouds! It's the 25th century! We don't live in the stone age!" -The Dystopia Daily.

"The media turned me gay!" -The media.

"Let's away..." -Mr. ***** joke.

"My season in hell wasn't quite so festive." -Rheumatoid Arthritis Rimbaud.

"They've eradicated anticulture, tossed it away like a fistful of dead roses." -Guy Fawkes.

"The imperfectly perfect subgenres are becoming very popular..." -the sad informist.

"Well, it's just that when everyone is the same, that's my chance to be different. Scrooge was on to  something." -The Narcissist.

"Persistence can change failure into extraordinary achievement." -Matt Biondi

"Oh Monsieur!
OH MONSTER!!"
Cindy:
Her veins and arms bulged
with irreversible damage.
One day she caught fire;
She is still burning,
In heaven she is burning.

Names meant nothing during ****
"What is in a name?"

You never know where God will be. I see her now, spreading her wings like some kind of Icarus, she sees me. Now I see him in a café, hat on head and young too.

“Hello”

“Let it be what has been.”

Thou… thou shalt disturb me.

It’s not conformity to believe the truth. Life is small and there’s nothing wrong with caring about chairs and people, and old people and dead people, it’s healthy even. I saw a picture of the Holocaust, and I wept so *******. I saw the frozen bodies and the toothpictures and the dark bodies and I wept. Do not joke!!!! Can you not see that I care! I care so much. I love these people and I love thou, and surely thou should loveth me. In absolute horror I wept for the sake of the sacred I curse anyone who dare even joke! Laughter solves nothing, I would much rather cry and I want to die in the summer so the worms may have a feast and the baring sun will wilt me, I want to go out with a bang! Let death **** you, do not hold it inside and let it freeze you, set yourself free, let your hair down.

In the rain, I fell in love with the rain.
Golden-gal with electra complex,
For all the years I told myself
I was the villain...

Inside your mind, I fell in love with your mind.
I was behind a goodbye, by then,
And nothing could come to save my sin,
save sin,
And alas the lass is electric...

Recalling the past, I fell in love with the past.
Somewhere seems a cloud in the mirror
but how, but how, but how would I know?
Change is the delta, and my heart's
the delta blues:
     "me an' the devil;
     sittin' side by side."

When there's nothing else to say,
Tomorrow is today.

SOCIETY: The Musical!

I say, "Hellow!"
and you say "hy."
We're so mellow,
Or maybe shy.

We come from a different point of view
Somehow i feel like i'm a part of you
I love mankind, like we all want to do.
Intention is the law.

Relating to laughter will make you fall.
We are a temple of the Holy Ghost and we won't fall!
Rise from the ashes,
Rise from the flames.
You great Phoenix,
YOU MYTH OF ATHENS.

We are the masters of our own poverty,
The author and the finisher of our poem.
Make your poem great.

Philosophy is for the mediocre
Mediocracy is in our blood.
The poor give a sermon to the rich.

Poetry made physics weep:
The sun is more than gravity and heat...
The poor know that much.

And by the Grace of God
I speak the truth,
And the peace of attaining no goal
Ohhh..! Hope and long for it!!!
For it is the end of endings
And the beginning of Forever.

I've kept it inside too long,
too long have I silenced it.
I will explode, like a carbon bomb,
explosive tissue and bleating stars,
radioactive skin cells, crawling with energy,
the speed of light rolling through my veins,
like thunder in an Amazonian
night, cruxed with the finagling sunlight,
calling some nirvana-esque hipster
to forsake her existence,
picking flowers in the garden of
forever, checking the checkerboard
kitchen, black blood in the conducive mind,
******* out the poison of
coincidence, laying out a spider
without laughter, in the vague
definition of inevitable non-existance,
teach me! TEACH ME!
OH GOD TEACH ME, I AM
OPEN! I WANT TO KNOW!
But oh how I know! oh how the stones will cry!
O! how they will ululate in the night,
screech the keys upon their wooden airy instruments,  
scream with all the effort of a Stradivarius,
O! the noises they will make---
if we do not.

Let me close
I can see again
mountain
This is the valley
Sun on their products.
Moon and rage

You remember me.
Music
Calm and cautious
No true
Plants.

He was involved in love.
light kiss
We believe that the dark

But it is not over
In the case of sugar, heavy
mud Mixer
I hurt.

We came together in the Senate
There is no mathematics
It can hurt us

Plunge,
Plunge deep.
Feel the layers of soapy creek-beds,
Cross sections of the torrent,

Seep,
Watch the silent film,
As the sky divides into fantasy,
Light intended for your child-like eyes.

Fall,
Into a graceful autumn,
Where the corn smells and the wind picks up,
Where day-break questions existence.

Sink,
The expanse is waiting,
She sits in a blue velvet chair holding her head,
Counting the ticks 'till midnight on her golden clock.

Trust me,
And dive.
For I am vast and empty,
And far from shallow.

Isn't it fun when we talk about love in such hollow ways?
The verbal fax: vishnu and gone.
My mountains move and the weak boggles himself with the strong.
"I am better."
"No you're not."
"You're taking your opinions as facts."
I said it.
GOD I WISH I WOULD HAVE JUST SAID IT!!!
It wasn't him, it was you, all I understand is all I understand!
Don't you get it? Are you even listening?
If you can't see me, I can't see you!

The ALS kid is carted off to his symphony in the sky:
The death of the nimbus is shown to the moving mountains of our hearts.

Yet I continue lying.

Did you even know I was?
I'm good at that, I'm good at that.
I don't tell people, because I didn't know. I don't know, because I don't know, ya know, and 0-3-0- and furthermore, 5-8-5-3-1-0! I said, 5-8-5-3-1-0! 585310!! R U that dumb?

"Oh..., ohhh, don't say it. Please don't, oh god I don't like it!
Oh we are so equal, do not feel so gone! Like esperity, gone!!"
"Prosperity is my esperity, don't you know? You are more icy than I! You are so ivory, and cold like dead dry ice.




                                                        ­                    I let it go----
I let it fall between here and Hades, I let it go.
How could I, man?
Jeez, I can't get any sleep around here for the cold anti-antiannihilators and the bomb suckers. I like ropes, ya know? They smooth me!
f(x)=sin(x), f'(x)=cos(x), f''(x)= -sin(x), f'''(x)= -cos(x), f4(x)=sin(x),............f4n(x)=sin(x)........................ for eternity mate.
Even a set can contain itself! I'm totally insane! I mean, JEEZ! I try hard to keep my sanity, I surprise myself and tell myself things you don't like.

We are all barnyard animals.

Here's a serious poem, about serious issues and serious people.
I feel wrong. I have amnesia and short term memory loss. Everything that creepeth, creepeth forward. I come to myself in time of need. Alas, he knows my name! I laugh at/ oh muse sing through me:

y =  x3+x2+x+1
y' = 3x2+2x+1
y'' = 6x+2
y''' = 6
y4 = 0
y5=0
y6=00
y7=000
y8=00000
y9=00000000000000000000000000000!!!!­!!!!
it's just ZERO, forever...forever, it's just zero.

Go read your lolicon you ****** infant! Impress the primates with your big boy lingo and bottle an emotion, excrete a dialogue, call it ******* art. The coffee here smells like tobacco, and tastes like it too. I thought I liked love but I just want something real. But what is the theme? South African radicalism? Come my droogs let us speculate of the falling walls and crumbling symphonies, the dystopia I hide my cutter in. I saw them take away experience, take away love and replaced it with java script, I watched it happen. Soon we’ll all be binary and who am I to stop change.

Again, I am in front of a ghost. I remember the days when I lived in a spaceship, and there was that white rat, that beautiful white rat, whose hair was so black and whose bones were sickly. Black Jacket, Red Pants, curse-words from mother mary herself.
I wanted to draw. I miss those days. My salad days. And sometimes I fall in love with the poet and I'm aesthetic, but yet, there is beauty in a mathematician.

We strike up conversations,
A spark of dying flame.
Kindle built from imitations,
Glee is folly and a game.

Bootless is our falsity,
No one knows our name.
****** be outward chastity!
****** be this wretched game!

My only joy is being true,
My only sorrow lame.
Lame I am, and lame it is,
I'm crippled by a game.

I hate nostalgia. I wanna grow up in NYC and never have to worry about history, just live in the now and die at the age of 35 and at the hands of myself. There's a lot to be learn't. Of course, that doesn't really matter, since I know everything. What?! Does that surprise you? Well it should because if I knew everything, why would i waste my time writing nonsense crap poetry? The answer is simple: isn't the whole of deep philosophical and religious thought just nonsense crap poetry? All the all-knowing knows is to write such words, scribing ancient runes upon the shadows of empty caves, and all the unknowing can do is laugh. But I have to hand it to them- it is pretty funny.  

Some proverbs:

Love is a thousand speechless monkeys that can do nothing but play the harp.

Roses have thorns for one reason and one reason only: they don't want to be picked.

Blue paint is not always blue.

Every memory, all at once.
Everywhere, all at once.
There I met you and you were in everything.

I wanted to rip you apart.
I threw you against the wall.
I wanted to make love, but you disappeared.

And everywhere I went you were there.
I would touch you, and then it would fade.
I missed you, and could not escape you.

You were prettier than Amaterasu.
Glorious, August, Torrential, you were rain.
Izanami, Izanagi, one.

Death, is a precious beauty.

The hang glider comes from her mountain with the water of the gods to feed the foe, the toad that linches and seethes, sticking gratitude to her heart. Why is he? He should have been, but now he's gone. Shoot the white haired lady, she feels no pain,

I want lightning, a meaning, a triumph that sells pills to me in the back of a dusty van in the night, I want white hair and a balding mind, with nothing but you and your dye.

You are the poet's parts, it covers him. I am no one, and I think you know that. You can never be with me because you are in a slow decent into adulthood and I am becoming a child. I must understand, but there is pain.

White-washed hairdresser with a meaningless smile, Call me your man, listen to the words I say. I am loud and boastful, like a great animal I scream the truth. I have no home like the wounds, come all ye faithful, words are quite clear.

I want you.....
I want you..... so bad.
It's the delta blues I couldn't ignore.
There is meaning in the, there is a saltiness I can't ignore. Where is truth and the squabble? Where is understanding and the sacred? I soak in warmth, I bask in the insipid stories of deadly man and heartache and nothingness,

Gone, like a symbol, new, like the universe. Stocking that rip under my hands, real...

Touch, a gentleness, soft, harsh, and cold, be thee alone. Call no one, say NOTHING. Jealousy manifests, liver, the hardest stone, Give me up, I truly have no use. Women are ***-dumpsters, thus sayeth the LORD. I think God's got timber in his eyes. The Great Triumph! sings like a hamster dying on a pinwheel. I really don't know what I know, but I'm glad for abstractness. There is meaning, there is anti-truth. Speak without wind. Death, pere, night, ear, truth, punk, stop, rire.

I laugh because there is no other way of ridding myself of this filth. The caress of a gentle mind comes in stages, like cancer. The ****** in the 5th key speaks with dialect and analect. Into-go, fantastical, a  spectre,

But I guess I don't much believe in ghosts.

Slender shoulders and a back that breaks,
Whimper young blood, whimper.
The shotgun warrior shut you up,
oh, but god knows you're a phoenix, aren't you!
Rise Hamlet!
Rise winter and summer, spring and fall!
Rise Romeo! Rise you poet! Remember!

The whole world is a parade, a dream.
I walk 8:00 am, Math God speaks false hymns,
God denies god, white rat teeth in memory foam
world, band-aids. Ascend the steps to the steeple --
I learn nothing, I know nothing. The Girl
with so much to say, the broken machine,
you are more human than anyone I know.
Biology is what we are. Inside there's a harmony,
a song, a 90's feminist punk rock
song stuck inside you, you sit there like
a shriveled vagabond, beaten ****** by the
fear of God, in utter awe.
You cannot speak,
You say everything,
you have a scar, I don't care if it's good or bad, it's the truth, and maybe that's all that matters?
I speak, you write, you say nothing, your scar i physical, it's on your throat, you can't speak, God took it from you, but now he is the only one who can hear you... funny, isn't it?

Girl, reading loric! Archbishop is very impressed by the big bottle of the so - called emotional problems; The taste of love, such as cigarettes and coffee. I think i love you But I want the truth. what happened? Violence in South Africa? I was surprised that we expected the wall to fall and broke his symphony discopia to hide me. I see that they are trying to find love and replace the browser with JavaScript at any time. We all changed, I will do binary.

There's too much judgement in the world for me to follow my heart.
And the heart's too delicate to be judged.

A man buys a ticket for a show.

The Ticketman says to him,
"I know when the show must start,
and when it must end
and what the audience will wear
and be seen wearing,
but these thing I will not reveal to you."

"How then, will I know when to go?"

"You must be ready always."

So alone he waited for the show to begin,
the costly play upon the narrow stage.

But alas,
his patience had run thin.
He argued with himself,
why did the ticketman deny him knowledge?
making his mind think and his patience thin?

"Mr. Ticketman, may I ask you a question?"

"You already have."

"Why do you deny me the knowledge
of when the show must start
and why do you keep from me
the number of people that will go?"

"...If you were to know these things,
then all would soon know it,
and the show would be crowded
and be full of unwantings."

"Yes, but if only I was told,
I would not tell another,
so long as I lived,
for I would like to know
when I must come, so I can be free
and do what I want before the starting."

"And what is it that makes you so
special from the rest?"

"I have a wish, and I have a feeling.
I want in a deep way, in a very deep way,
to know these things and every day
I thirst and yearn for this simple knowledge."

"All do, you as the rest."

"BUT PLEASE! I HAVE WEPT! Do you not see me weep?"

"As have all."

"I Prithee!!! I am shaking, I shake. I have ululated
in the night and screeched with the force of a
thousand lions."

"As have all."

"Oh! I beg of you! I cannot handle this! I cannot handle it!"

"Nor can any."

"Oh, have mercy! I have a love for freedom, oh I have such a burning desire for freedom. I have cut and cauterized myself and died a million times over! I have called for executioners, I wish to die biting there gut butts! EXECUTE ME!! I have melted in the alleys of the night and I have burned like a star when thinking about, no! Becoming, the heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night. I have seen heaven, I have seen hell. I have seen all things sacred and worthless. I know God. Oh yeah, I know him well. I know his name. I know what you are and who you are! I know you!! You fiend! You self-righteous fiend!!!! TELL ME OR I'LL ******* OFF MYSELF!!!! YOU BEAST!!! YOU ******* BEAST!!!!!!"

"Likely story."

Act I
Scene I
Enter: James, I, thou, her, it, us, him and God.

Me: It's breaking me apart.

Exeunt.

hearts trembled,
and the hyena trembled and
the Jack sighed and
Breathless was the ground.

She comes and goes
And comes and goes around.

Her foot is the dawn redawning.

The splintered night called us vain, and we let it!
We cried, "TAKE US, WE ARE WEAK! We are empty."
There was nothing left of us but stones and rustic anthologies of our sinful pasts.

"Please take us! We can find nothing..., I mean, NOTHING worth living for."
"You dreadful, dreadful dadaist. You simply are missing some Rimbaud in yr life."
"What? Do you want me to rediscover something, eh!? So this is what it's come to, bohemian cliches and worthless dramatic lingo... You know what I think!!? I think Drama can go take a long walk off a short pier!!! My infatuation with love is dead. I was head over heels but now she sleeps with the fishes. That isn't drama, that's the truth."

Be yourself,
Through yourself;
No other medium is quite as effective.
Profound things just bleed through me, like I'm an open casket,
and you're the sun.
I am... I need... I want....
Analyze, Analyze, ****...
Looking, I found,
Finding, I learned,
Learning, I forgot,
Forgetting, I loved,
Loving, I remembered...

From start to finish I will
forever be a dim-wit
mavrit, talkin' like I'm over-it,
singin' like a hypocrit and thinkin' like a god.

I remember the yellow that shaped me,
the 70 sheets of paper that say, "READ ME."
We all wish to be red.

My bones are blue
Like silence in the night
Like broken jazz.

I am an empty street
In a cool Harlem night
I am an incestuous father
In a twisted rural world
I am an unopened book
In the biggest library

I am lonely
And I miss you.

"Darkness?"
"Yes, darkness."
"I miss you."
"I miss you like I miss the summer in the winter;
like I miss winter in the spring; fall when I'm empty;
like the moon: The cold florida moon.
I miss you like I miss my childhood.
I miss you like I miss time."

"It's just a collection of dots; time."

"I know. Everything is time; we are all a collection
of dots."
"We are empty."
"We are time"
"and time is empty"

"But what's to say we're not time?"

"A simple fact: motion is always measured over time.
Physically speaking, nothing 'is' without time."

"But aren't we more than physical?"

"Maybe...Just maybe..."
"It's better than being nothing."
"Yeah, but it's too easy, I don't buy it."
"You don't have to..."

in  the  heat  of  the  winter ,
on  the  cool  cool  grass ,
the  center  of  Indiana ;  
the  center  of  the  country ;
the  center  of  the  world.
I  spat  blood  on  the  white  wh­ite  sidewalk,
for  I  was  dopdi ,  and  I felt  wronged.

The animal 'neath a-thousand mirrors-----
Science~
Just a word
Life~
Just a thought
Death~
Just an absence
Jesus~
Drinks absenthe
I~
Is another
Her~
She's rubber
An' bends... bends.... bends    ,
The animal 'neath a-thousand mirrors,
Flustered on-looker, speak to me, tell
me of the signs, of your revelations,
Explain God to me
Let's convert eachother,
Flustered hair rubber.

We don't know who we are because PDA is discouraged, and anyway, you're a woman and those are scary. We need a permit for passion, it's the bureaucracy of the body, a product of the new guy. The guy that keeps questioning himself because no one else does, because meaning may not derive from the self, but from another. The sea within has shallow banks, and they crash against community. Perhaps I am right, and you are wrong. Integrity is worth fighting for, biology be ******, logic be ******, judgement be ******. This subtle society is a dystopia and if you can't see that, that's alright, I'll see it for you.

I want to destroy you,
Break you bit by bit --

Show you a Universe,
Inspire you to your death.

Inflate you with hope,
Poisoned with beautiful ideas.

Drown you in an ocean of rebellion,
Choke on religion itself.

I want to destroy you,
Until you are yourself.

I cough up blood like words of
love to the limpless scandal
counting question marks on her
fugly face.
I throw up food like a volcano
that screamed justice and the
magma missed jezzabelle, the saint.
Cosmopolitan Freakshow,
A deluge sans answers,
An empty box.

Warts appear like the truth
which remains.... well.....you
know all about that don't you.
Go on, we all wait for God
but he'll never come, ask
the King, but then again,
who does he answer to?
I answer to this fever,
this muse of Dante,
I answer to my sins,
Like the State of Nature
to her dues.
And then I eat the
medicine, which is philosophy,
A poison which cures a day,
but ends a lifetime.

I want to be able to turn on my side and look you in the face and whisper, "goodnight." I want to be able to kiss you, right then and there.

I remember the time you told me you bought black lipstick, it was like someone had me upon a torture rack and I missed you like the night misses the sun and I don't care how lame it sounds, the truth is unstoppable.

You seem to know everything. I know you don't let on but truthfully you are far beyond me. You have so much wisdom and you end up teaching me more than I thought existed.

You have problems. You caught the blues. I give you my ear and you give me silence, sad sad silence.

And I know it doesn't seem like it, and I know it seems like I have no reason to, but I love you. I really really do. I see you and you're a mirror. A perfect mirror.

Saturn must rule me.
no, no, nevermind, I'm absolutely mean!
Do you like windows or mirrors?
Are you reflective or empty?
...
You could have just asked me!
I don't know, I just don't know
what to say sometimes.............
You could just say it!

I'm ready to run!
Oh baby I'm ready!
I'm gonna charge Olympus,
let 'em look me in the eye
and convince them I've been wronged.

I'm gonna take a trek to desolation
and from the valleys to the maintains
I will raise hell.

I'm gonna tell my sheets to
stop scaring me.

I'm gonna speak in tongues,
shake my body and dance!


I'm dying, but before I die,
I want to live!!

Your inconvenience, ******,
Is worn like a frown on your face.
I need a stern kick in the head.

And you're destitute, Destiny,
And reek like flowers, floorboards,
And nosebleeds.

And you ain't true, Faith,
You love him, and I'm broken,
Your machine is commendable. Truly.

You feel nothing, I feel it for you.
I bear your troubles like a Christ,
And you hate life, but I love it, and I love you.

But I'm a toad, Princess,
And my love is a spell,
And it spells discomfort.

He set logic in the field
and emotion he stuck in our bellies,
where we were to throw up our poetry and
endlessly toil for truth.
Gilded with a helm of instinct
we had nothing but the howling
wind to guide us...

...Now in the days of
Nathk-ame-l there were
unicorns and ******* oats
everywhere.

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simply me,
simply you,
simply staring at the blue.

serenade,
singing songs,
singing to the calming dawns.

seven years,
sixty six,
seventh eon, burning wick.

start again,
start anew,
simply staring at the blue.

Your crucifix finger tips,
touch the hems of faith,
rub on hope and hopelessness.

I.
"Rip it off."
A mother tells a child
"If it itches, scratch it."
"If its ugly, replace it."
The end of skin.

II.
Love at first sight is reserved for the Bones.

III.
The irritations of the skin have become unbearable. My arms are bare. I want my skin to be the skin of another. Our hidden hides prevent contact.

IV.
"Good ridens"
I see a band-aid on the sidewalk.
I see a burned man sans skin-graph.
I saw beauty, but she was plastic.

V.
There is an epidemic of the epidermis.
We need honesty, but all we get is skin; the ugly forefront of the truth.

…I start ‘here’ and I walk.
I pass ‘them’ and I pass wonders and it snows.
The sun comes down and possesses the ground and hits me and it snows from the sun warm snow. White and eerie. Great things were raised only to be razed. My fly’s eye saw a stone, in the field, by the brook. Corner and leaves too. The bitter bit me and there were trees that were dying and that made them beautiful. I drew them a bath. I laid them down. Coming down from the sky was a great white coffin. I saw behind me a viper that killed a squirrel to save a rabbit, a squirrel that was afraid…
…I start ‘here’ and change my road,
I know where I’m going. I know my destination. A vision passes through me and a red candle holding a black flame lit me to be bright, but I only burned. A dust bowl roared through it all and I sunk. I walked and walked and I let it take me. Forget it all! Again and again I came down through the valley, I saw it, and I couldn’t care. The flowers and snow and sun and life absolutely poured out their hearts for me and I couldn’t care, because I had seen them all before, and I know them all too well. AHH!! OF COURSE!! OF COURSE!!!! JUST IN TIME! Of course, I saw it coming. At the center, right in the middle, you know what I find?! You. You just sit there waiting. No matter where I start, or what direction I go, I walk and walk and I find you…
…I start ‘here’…