The 90's called and they want you to love me so do it already
it's not that I can't make you
it's that the 90's really wants you and I
to wear flannel with ripped jeans and backwards hats
to listen to sugar ray and make out at
a skate park
our pooka shell necklaces will tangle
as sugar ray exclaims
"all around the world, statues crumble for me"
you could be the Cat half to my dog half
we could soul skate and catch beef
with all the dweebs

I had a really good poetry line
but it got lost between the illegal substances.
I hope someone else can find it.
Cuz all I can believe is the music from Madden.
These fake orchestral pieces or are they real.
I'm also smoking a cheap box vaporizer after drinking two steel reserve 40's and those are 8 percent alcohol.
It's at 420 degrees and that's cool.
Def not a plebian.
Possibly lesbian but mom says that's really really good.

MY ***** is a viper
that is why I can't get a girlfriend
even though that slimy feeling
is just the oil on your own hands.
Because snake oil does not exist
snake oil will save the world

an old soulful glory hole
sits abandoned in a ****** gas station
bathroom
where you and I
once took ***** baths
on our way to Santa Barbara
drinking beer and wine in the back seat
of an old Honda sedan
our hands brushing
while passing a large bottle of Moscato
and tall cans of Bud Light
the glowing tip of your joint
illuminates your face
and it's perfect

The Wall Walker
and smooth talker
he, being a ticked off ****** with a knife,
is mostly mole faced
but with an incredible grasp on spacial relations
mysterious mister stalking the barfly's and time flys
endangering a species just for ***** and giggles
the great google hooligans pace rapidly
back and
frothy beer
drowned down by the river kawaii

**** this
**** that
**** me
*******
**** dogs
**** cats
**** bees
**** bats
**** mom
**** dad
**** her
**** him
**** it
**** God
**** everything
I'm sad

Italian job mini coopers
Movies forgotten and buried under sands of time
the literal burying
of the E.T. game
haunts me endlessly
wow I really hate myself

Everything i've LOVED became evrything i've LOST If That's OK with You
Do You Even Know Me? Sometimes I cry myself to sleep :( I Love *******
I CAN MAKE A MESS (OFFICIAL) Is That True ?
"I know we only met but lets pretend its love"
Forget About Tomorrow All We Have Is Today

Ugh... I just can't deal with drama anymore. :\
I'm Leaving You :'( - are you okay? ''yeah'' alright is that why your crying?
The Space Between Us Growing Power Growing Organic, Eating Organic
This is what life gave us . **** Nobody Says Now and Again
I'm dreaming a life but living a lie

I Am Dead Inside Because You're so into Science
I cAn't hiDe mY feElinGs abOuT yoU All I Wanna Do
Fireworks! and ******* Are you on a boat?

I Dont Read i rather text than to read a newspaper while taking a dump. My Life Is a Rap When I got Money --who are you to judge the life i live?...I know i'm not perfect and i don't live to be. But before you start pointing fingers, make sure your hands are clean!--Crazy and Free.

Snail trail leading from mouth to heinous ****
let slugs undulate their way across my listerine lips
old jokes like S-Car-Go
and stuff inside me more variable and insuppressible
similar to Inspector Gadget
Matthew Broderick was my mentor
as a child
I am not in pampers any longer
4 P's of teens
***** petrol party and paycheck
that doesn't include pampers
I used to wade in my own ****
that's ******* disgusting to think about now
now an adult
still just wasting time
and wading through my own ****

My social life is a stillborn
My people skills are a crib death
My self image is the feeling of chewing on tinfoil
My will to live is a festering wound
being awake is mowing a 40 acre lawn
that's ok
never ok
but better now

The sound of my snoring is just as loud
as the roars of every great beast
roaring ecstatically in a chorus of roars

my brother told me
he woke up at 3:00 A.M
and took a trip to our conjoined bathroom
known in the industry
as a jack and jill

but I am Jacob
and he is Jordan

he said that I was snoring
long, loud and violent
thrashing from side to side
like a boat on deadliest catch
like trees during that tornado
wherever that thing was
like someone struggling to live
and breathe

I sold my soul
to a devil in a dream
and then I woke up
sweat beaded on my flesh, which
had contracted
and my pores became
unreadable braille
I can feel
the sweat jogging steadily
down every crevice
of my disgusting body
and then I woke up
in a jail cell
having my ****** resized
and wished
I could return
to my dream state
and then I woke up
living on a street corner
with an empty can in front of me
without the use
of my legs
they were gone
but they felt like pins
and needles
and then I woke up
in my bed at home
stumbled sleepily
to the bathroom to take a ****
then back to a dreamless sleep

I inherited my dads crate of records
inherited is a bad word
he's not dead yet
but a lot of voices
pressed into those vinyl grooves
are

poisoned well of the antichrist littered with ground cover
picking out ****** flecks of gravel
blacktop kneeskin
patience pieces of scattered space time
to go back to the future of continuity
lack of genius ingenuity
and the suckling of the pig entourage

riding in a flat top hatchback
cadillac of the daily grind
upperclassman japan onii-chan
brother in arms from anotha motha
hug from afar colliding with crackpot theory

terrible fantasia cooling bricks in soggy sun
swallowed his pride with a glass of self-worth
and these ***** don't cook like they used to
I don't look like I used to
warped veil of camouflage chameleon leather
with a ****** level of automobile salesman

tried to get closer to god
ground him up, picked out the stems
twisted him into thin paper
touched flame to his finger tip and a son of Adam was born

gum shoe gaze
or the emptiness felt at the end of reasonable doubt
correctional text messaging system
sent from hoarse corpses
tenderly poignant in their ****** coffins

will think for food
cries from an outdated MENSA
over ***** and under-appreciated
siting on hunched shoulders to get a better look
to be a martian in a plain port

wharf warehouse whaling boat
red tide in a Shanghai *******
floodgates made of bitter premise
that last bit of purple yam
**** Okonkwo
Things Fall Apart fell apart due to faded highschool ambitions and bloodshot eyes
cruel like the shade of off-cerulean

champagne fizz tickles at the soft meat of his tarnished throat
and silver tongue
as the matchstick framework
so fragile in comparison
fizzles out on drenched sidewalk
while cigarette ash floats by
like gray gnats

potion lost by unknown souls
effervescent masturbatory master debater
creationism is masochism told from the horses ***
past blast take my soul
make me whole and complete
separation anxiety is ***** envy
memories of mental memos crash past rushing fools
used and abused on cruise control
I misjudged your guided thistle
because missiles are meant for drones not home-oh
listen to the seedless man cry for his dead *****
tediously miserable always unforgiven
what lies hidden within the door
could be a deserted desert dessert
like an after dinner breath mint
or a succinct lunatic on the brink of such destruction
may be distraction fight or flight action reaction
marilyn charles though more bronson than you
Aren’t thou marked for death
broken gasp choked sob
undergod slaughtered in an abandoned euthanasia clinic
euphimistic innuendo more like in your endo
indoor marijuana smoke makes the colors run
my american flag has flown and fled
please jesus save our country bumpkins
napkins go in the lap not as hat

Aesthetician stares deeply into the center of a tulip
            tears stream as we cry
         but the earth doesn’t
ethereal spectors flow about religion
        Washington did live in
a racecar, palindrome
*** Wisdom!
Meowth! I haven’t since the 90’s had a soul
estaban caresses his lover
his wife prepares
         a pineapple
                 tapeworms infest
****** inside of a colonic protestant
        whipped into shapely curves once withheld
                by the likelihood ferrari
Pro-lifers are only just a fad or fling
        cloudy like the soft color of pink
union between man and *****
Nicole smith I hope you go to
h
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    Awesome is he with a fatty
slimeball
foil wrapped burger
SASQUATCH GONE WORLDWIDE
Santeria love making ends with regret! Nay, Disgust!

Will someone lose weight if they ate this
Toddler has stopped eating hot food
I heard that if a white guy sleeps with an asian women there is no risk of pregnancy
since our DNA is completely different
How do i know she didnt cheat on the pregnancy test

oh qod
I have a strange growth on my right *******
but what about the children
seeing a dr. is best bro

what to do about red rash ring around my ******
I am a new xbox owner
and i’d like to know more about this red ring of death
I grabbed my first **** when I was 14
it’s similar
is this too much for a active 14 year old

I get massive ingrown hairs and infections when shaving my *****
infection map
panda security
take a scissor and trim it like a normal non ******
then shove something up your rear

convincing consumers that “v” is for vineyard
not *****
no quick or easy choices
gin, tonic and a dash of restraint
mom’s advice to quit got Tumblr started

we must get rid of inefficient economic sectors
learning to give one item at a time reviving the soviet tradition
Sharing the siege mentality
cheekily hopscotching across genres

tell me how this ends
prison time was dreadful, but he sure likes the video
pain can make them feel alive
in 1949
he imagined an age of robots
at 94, still charting memory’s depths
imagining a grim past that isn't his own

semi-invisible sources of strength
milewide tornado strikes Oklahoma
2 FBI hostage rescue agents die in training exercise in sea
a genre, old and Irish,is renewed
but wait
didn't yahoo try a deal like this before
How about slow play, drugs and Phrankenwoods

I think I will die a hermit
Catching raccoons with traps I built
In the surrounding area of my log cabin
I will skin them and make patchwork clothes
Wear death on my sleeve
And I would write
"The trees are dying today. Winter is coming. I must prepare. I must fight to survive."
And all my life I would never see another soul
And I would be happy
With my dead skin clothes
Living all alone

You can't bake a cake without breaking some eggs
You can't have a police state without breaking some legs
You can't have a rope without two ends
You can't end a relationship with just being friends
You can't drive a car without any gas
You can't walk through the smog without wearing a mask
You can't have a cake and then eat it as well
But you can have a place where living is hell

lack of caring lack of sharing
lack of people to repair mental dings
ego is bruised by an unused muse
whose body was willing but mind was wailing
stale things have more of a crunch
like relationships and chips for lunch
it's just a hunch so don't be scared
pretenses melt when the chest is bared
tickling, touching, gentle, ******
simply subsides into being psychotic
pulling on ropes with no safety word
the thought of a tear is merely absurd
no sadness or pain only pleasure in here
dungeon underground to ease the fear
of normalcy that comes over thee
when life becomes a rut in which the feet are stuck
trench foot caused by stagnant living
mud falls in and it's just not giving

There is a noise coming from the heater at night
a bunch of bangs and clicks
hisses and dings and
it just won't go away
almost sounds like a robot fist fight
in an arena filled with cheering machines
shouting for brutality
almost sounds like a rock
falling from one thousand stories hitting hundreds of flagpoles on it's way down
sounds like a mechanic
that loves his craft
working lovingly on his vintage car
fixing and washing and polishing
kind of sounds like
something that keeps me up at night

Anaphylactic shock hits like bricks
brings me down to my knees as the penicillin breathes
poison into my veins, nothing remains
of skin but a massive rash, bigger than the career of Johnny Cash
throat is closing up but I don't give a ****
my life is ending anyway, I can't go back to yesterday
in my life just one regret, haven't done one thing yet
missed my chance, nothing lasts
as long as you want, life is just a front
for a clock ticking faster than originally thought
life is too short to not ***** around
life is too short to be cubicly drowned
life is too short to remain on the ground
life is too short not to make yourself proud

One night of passion
Behind closed blinds and locked doors
could be anyone
could be a street ***** for cheap
could be a high class escort
could be her
Her with another man shuffling horizontally on the hotel room bed
a cockroach scurries across the floor
and she begs for more
while he grunts and groans
one night of beautiful passion between her and somebody else
with tattoos
a motorcycle
a bad attitude

Blonde girl in a cornflower blue dress sits underneath an apple tree
she opens her mouth wide
perfect teeth set between bright pink gums
the apple she held in her hand
it shone with a crimson hue
glistening with the moisture from the early morning
exploding with colour as the invisible rays of sunlight strike it
her teeth tear into the soft moist delicious flesh of the apple
and it gave it's life for her
as a pleasured sigh escaped from her lips

Broken window panes cause window frames to to look like gaping maws
ready to cut the meat from the bone
slashing ribbons of red through pale flesh
rivulets of crimson blood pour down the smooth sharp teeth
the glistening glass gathers in the grass that lays at the foot of the window
sparkling like stars in the green beyond
thousands of years will pass before it becomes dirt once more
a thousand years of wondering who broke the window
and why
who created that hungry mouth waiting to devour
were they trying to get in
or get out
the house answers with its creaks and groans
knowing all
saying nothing

seedy motels crowded with undesirables
shooting up
smoking ****
toothless ******* for a fix
welcome to America
home of the brave
and the crack den
what a beautiful country ours is
majestic purple mountains
slick black tar ******
amber waves of grain
skid row and soup kitchens
the struggle to survive
we fight to stay alive
land of the free
but free has hidden fees
free love?
Aids'll stop ya
free health care?
Get out you ****** *******
free speech?
Only if you don't mind mace
Here the dom in freedom means *******
******* of the free
we go through it all like marionettes
glassy eyed and blank faces
our strings pulled by wealthy men
we become older and older until death
and don't forget the debt
that will be your children's problem

watched a bird
die
right before my feet
crashed into a window
and laid broken on the ground
smart ******* bird
got out while it still could
I pictured his birdy wife
and bridy kids
finding out the news
their tears begin to stream
I stared into the birds dead eyes
silence
save for the faint wisp of one last breath
stillness
a life snuffed
nudged it with my toe
then gave it a good kick
and I walked away with a smile
and a new grasp of human superiority

***** and nicotine
just can't seem to leave me be
drink and smoke when I awake
till I black out to fall asleep
and with every cigarette I smoke
I make myself a drink
and with every drink I drink
I have myself a smoke
the thick cloud of grey-black smoke fills the lungs
it's seething fumes claw and scratch
corrupt every crevice of my tar sacks
smoke is like a toddler
destroying everything it touches
but you just can't seem to hate it

I create to live
it's killing me
people joke about the starving artist
that brood and smoke
their imported cigarettes
and whine about lack of funds
I am a starving artist
artist in the least sense
broke in the most
not a single cent I have to spend
I'm questioning my ability
to survive just one more day
I always do
what a shame

A normal day
Sitting in front of a blank page
Writing what comes to mind
But not writing anything
And I am fighting back the urge to *****
My stomach builds up disgust for my lack
Of creativity
And even if I were to hurl
All over the blank page
My ***** would have more substance than the words that come to mind

War torn Gaza strip
Screams like a bad trip
Slipped and shipped away to war
But what the hell are we fighting for
Queen of hearts screams
OFF WITH THEIR HEADS
President says
No Comment

My brain is like an apple core
empty, useless
its been used up
its been fun
creativity once came so easily
now I struggle and tear and thrash
within
Internal conflict suppressed only by **** rips
broken, defeated
broken promises
broken hearts
broken dreams
See what I mean?

Cushioned descent from madness
goose feathers spray
fell hard but saved
by designer pillows
body length and soft
my key to sanity
no
my meaning of life
never
But when anger is all that is left
that pillow is my enemy
my punching bag
thirty minutes of attack
pillow never fights back
still loves me enough to allow me a nap
head down
tears stream
pillow soaked and stained
pain

Mustard gas flutters past
Unseen but effect are felt
Lungs collapse
Crushed with guilt
Or gas
That flutters past
Unseen but effects are felt

Started jolted jilted awake
Alert and focused in the darkest grave
Awoken awakend the Lazarus man
Gasping for air
Hourglass running low on sand

Heaven ain’t better than hell
It’s all just wings harps and bells
Heaven aint better than hell
And heaven ain’t helping me none
I don’t need a harp I just need a gun
And heaven aint helpin me none
The good all die alone
Sent where God’s light is shone
But their family ain’t there
For goodness, they could not bear
So they sinned and oh well
I guess heaven ain’t better than hell
All of your friends are going to hell
Why dont you try to meet them there?
All of those friends in hell
The meeting place of freaks, geeks, and loonies
The tavern of those that used to be lonely
They have their friends and good company too
When you’re in hell there is much more to do
Heaven ain’t better than hell
Heaven ain’t better than hell

Untitled Poem
garments made of cobweb dust
cover up the truth and trust
of many men hidden ‘neath the crust
all held up by an atlas bust
to love and to lose your concentration
feeding on mental *******
the pleasure comes, releasing elation
with you throughout trials and tribulations
hand on the gland of ****** healing
trance-like, tantric, head is reeling
can’t shake off this wonderful feeling
the flames are here the skin is peeling
screams of ecstatic pain and pleasure
as the world begins its drastic measure
holding hands with whomever
preparing for the final descent into the nether
dried out like a fish in an abandoned market
pull out the joint and begin to spark it
release yourself from the bow into the 50 point target
crashing down away from here
sticking out like the earth’s ear

Patience isn’t just a virtue
much more of a poison that can hurridly hurt you
the strain that is put on a waiting heart
worse than the broken wheel of a shopping cart
curiousity is not the only thing
that killed the cat while the caged bird sang
its patience for a tasty meal
caused poor kitties fate to seal
and as the book of death is closed
a life is plucked just like a rose
but fear not fellow man, for I can tell
the only thing that awaits is hell
patience is a sneaky *****
that steals away food from your fridge
you wait and wait and hope and pray
for the food to last one more day
it has already spoiled and sits there so sad
because the children starve with nothing to be had
sitting pretty asking “have you waited long?”
there is one last chance for one last song
but courage never comes for all
the pretty flowers stuck to the wall
so let us all throw patience around
plant it in an unforgiving ground
let it rot away and then
we can all be impatient again

I like watching girls
sleep, shower, play, eat
I am sitting in a tree
wishing that your soap is me
don’t be scared now that you know I am here
don’t close your blinds or drapes please
this is the only fun I ever have
because I love you.
Forgive my rudeness, I am your peeping tom
and I love you more than anyone
I was with you during your hardest times
I always prayed and hoped for you to get well
I watched you get dumped time and time again
I experienced your pain.
So think of all my love for you
that I am so scared to show
I wish I could just say it out loud.

Hello
How are you
Do you know who I am
Some say I’m a nobody
Some say I’m alone
But I say I’m a visionary
A creator
A liver
And a well of untapped potential
But others don’t see
That side of me
******* off
Brush me aside
While I say hello

I haven’t ever known a sight unseen a sound unuttered
I haven’t ever felt a sadness that washed over wave after wave
I haven’t experienced unending depression that only pain will take away
I have felt pain
I have felt sadness
I have seen the scenes and uttered the sounds
I guess I am just one of those normal people
A face caught in an unending sea of hyperbole
Exaggeration
I haven’t ever known me

Stand alone on a sad street corner
Waiting for the one who will never come
Be it a bus or a person or a car
It just won’t show up
This is because we are way off the beaten path
Crawling through brush and undergrowth
Picking the burrs from our skin and clothes
Looking out for leaves of three but not quite avoiding them
Thrashing lost through a forest much more beaten than the beaten path
Hope is not in the vocabulary anymore

Too many people live life unknowing
The love they have is never showing
So many walk blindly on and on
Never knowing what’s going on
I might take a bow for nevermore
Raven in the sitting room that cries for Elenore
Cliche refrences sing songs so sweet
Like sirens who entrap the weak
I’m alone in a crowded room
Scared breaths making me swoon
Falling hard to an unforgiving ground
Failing falling
Down
Down
Down

My darling tryptophan
Tired glances exchanged through a tasty veil
White or dark has never been more important
The lights of night shine bright tonight for it is a sight unseen of holes so sweet
Buy the holes my love my love
Darling tryptophane shall we sleep together tonight?
Embraced in a sloppy napkin hug
Cloth sliding on the floor
Dog eating those that we don’t want
Making by with the turkey fry
Wasted what was not wanted

What makes a man a man?
Could it be the inside as well as physical tasks
done by many yet succeeded by one?
Could it be a various compound of chemicals
floating round and round inside the head of
a boy?
When one asks if you are
a
man
ask him if he is and
what makes him one