They stormed through their set that was made up of songs each ten minutes long - they did just two! What a musical journey it was. Fast aggressive heavy music the quickest human beings could play and then slow monotonous rhythms that lulled the audience to sleep, followed up by loud aggressive music to wake them up. Song lyrics of trolls, witches, wizards, mysterious deep lakes, twilight skies and moody moons. After their set they gave out a number of free music discs to spread their awe-inspiring music.

The clime without poets is like the soulless desert
Poets drew their dreams in the words of the mind
The morning without poets is like a sunless night.

Without dreams, we have nothing to get high
Poets play with dreams and they are the cool spy.
Poets bring the sunshine where has no daylight!

Those who are self-sacrificing poets
They are the golden sun in the world.
In the cloudy sky, I'll find that sunlight.

You write so many untold stories
You have so much love in your heart
You're warm-blooded and you're soft.

Sometimes you are calm and reposed
You're smell of flowers and the singing bird
You're the shadow of an evergreen forest!

Who'd do questions without a poet, who'll answer them?
Who'll think of nature and who'll love it like you.
The world in the evening, let the morning come.
It'll be a disaster anyway, even then here you come again!

You sassy, foul-mouthed gal
With a top that says "**** patriarchy"
And a look that could **** a fly with a stare
How are you doing?
I imagine life must have given you enough lemons
To open up a whole monopoly on lemonade
**** has been dealt to you like a poker card
And you just kept your bluff face on
Not letting them get through you
Or around you

You always repel people that are too pretentious
Maybe they can't brush strokes of realism
You are a masterpiece in a tank top
I imagine you had an amazing childhood
You played with their hearts as if they were fire
You played them beautifully

How interesting that a girl like you
Could lace your fingers around the world
And bend it over
Your electric blue fingernails
Demanding no explanation
But seems to say, "here I am, I may look cute but I assure you;
My eyelashes can give you third degree wounds;
Lay a finger on me and I will lay my palm
In your cheek-with a force of a white dwarf star"

Girl, needless to say I am attracted

Pleasurable
We ask to speak to you
But you're not there
Instead your delightful lady friend is
She sounds oh so **** nice
She says you're both friends
Do you do more than friends do?
Or do you live in regret?
Always wanting to friction her
Just like I want to do?

A coop
Unannounced and spilt again
It's warmth a discontent
Clasping of the chest
Face now grimaced to
groan alone
Sensation dead
Hushed in quiet breath
Salty broth on cloth
musked in scent
This soup is not my friend
Isolation in the end

BY CRAIG J. BURT & JIMMY BOOM SEMTEX 5/22/20

90 degrees today
Crazy mood & happy
Ready to test out my brand new Audi
Down this bumpy road

The best time's right now
German made quality car
Aircon & tunes are on
You smile & we are complete.

While the sun was idle
It rested beneath the inky cumulus
As thunder clad the still morn
A tiny ant with a bread crumb load
Perhaps on its way home
Stopped for a rest on the tip
Of my marmalade coated toast
Then off he went
As wind tousled leaves made a clapping sound
As if, the long wait is over
I held up my coffee
And breathed in,

I smelled rain.

Clumsy Gazelle Poem
10/??/2015

Dear Dad,

The last time we spoke, was spent walking down the sidewalk together in some metropolitan area.  There was a tunnel up above, I guess we were in what you would call an underpass and a giant graffiti'd dumpster was awaiting our passage.  You pulled on my arm with strong resolve and guided me into the street, as if the cars would dissolve in front of us as we inched farther away with our feet.  I felt like a modern day Moses, it was magical.  Once we reached the other side of the Chevrolet sea, you pointed out to me that our sudden death match with the traffic was a tactical maneuver.  There was a gang operation being run no sooner than just beyond the trash bin... I woke up from that dream and immediately knew what could have happened.

I took a trip to Chicago this summer, the first of its kind.  I felt like you were watching over me, keeping me safe the entire time.

I can't recall too many words you've said to me, but I have quite a few for you.  Like to start, here's two.  I'm gay.  I wonder all the time, if maybe you already knew.  You always called me by the nickname Cool.  You told my mom that when I grow up I would be a ******* and a big drinker too.  You got one-and-a-half of those right.  

I inherited your hair and your goofy smile too.  Neither of those are all that great, but I guess they'll have to do.  I've heard the story from your poker pals about the time you won at pool.  You got up on the table and in your most graceful pose and poise, the pool stick struck, and as the 8 ball sunk, gravity grabbed and you fell.  Once you stood up, you addressed the **** up and said, "Like a gazelle."    

I've made my own leaps too, but every gazelle has its gaffes.  I've fallen in front of friends but made it out of every situation's extremes. It seems that when gravity pulls me down, all I can do is laugh. I'm glad I got that from you - I'd rather be a 'clumsy gazelle' than a 'graceful giraffe.'

Flow through my dry hair,
Enrich me with your strength,
Kiss me on my cheek softly,
And let me grow into a grove over you.

Make a difference.
For instance,
Walk an old lady across the street.
Say "hi" to every new person you meet!
How about you smile every once in a while,
Don't be so hostile!
Sit next to the lonely boy at school,
Maybe that's cool enough for you?
Write a "Thank you" note to your teacher.
Come on guy's it's not so hard,
Just start from the heart!
But, the lesson is..
Just be a leader.