Parks sprawling through the city,
Sitting stalwart in designated locations,
Some sanctuaries for the animals,
Others playgrounds for humanity,
The plots of land,
Sitting for sale,
As I see the coyote,
Living in a place,
That man has designated the sale of.
That man capital is more vital,
Than nature herself.
the tree casts shade
for each blade of grass
in hopes of praise
from green fingers
with no reaction
the neglected tree
sheds its leaves
in late summer heat
i regret the day
I never thanked the tree
for its shade
while i read
Theirs a daisy in my tea cup.
Theirs a sun set setting high.
Theirs a river running past me.
And the deer are striding by.
Their are feathers stuck inside the tea ***,
and their are a few in my cup.
We remember, or at least most of us do.
The lesions we were taught
about a people who are now few
fewer than the patches of grass in our city parks
fewer than the smog less city's that
have wilted our daisy hearts
Now we've gone and built our world
on top of their prairie plains
we gave them land to live on
but reservations aren't the same
All those laughters
Are not always real
All those faces in a park,
Wrinkled and weary,
Laugh in a circle,
Devoid of happiness,
No sign of a crinkle,
Eyes without light,
Devoid of life.
Their happy sadness echoes,
On the streets, in apartements,
The dismal vibes reach us
Yet they emanate the fake sentiments.
Stoop a little and evesdrop that circle,
They deceive emotions, black and purple,
All you hear is a shouting troop,
We know the truth of a laughing group.
Are the people in a laughing group really happy?
On a bench at the park, in
The last light of day,
I wring and fling my tongue
Like a brush full of paint --
I beat it and the dusty words
Fly from the old red rug.
The splatters and droplets
She uses to paint a smile, gorgeous
And colourful, and she wraps the
Rug in her own, wringing
The dust out of both.
'How should I move' and 'where should she meet me'
Forth on. And I don't. And she won't.
We're ******, love. Smitten.
Your hand didn't find mine when I lost my footing,
And you won't understand why people don't come here,
The place where none should stand
No response. Unkept, godless silence; pray, pray, I am prey.
That was it, wasn't it?
An exclamation point to a run-off
sentence; we refused.
She'll pray to the gods
We'll later become
And I'll never sip on something pristine as
Lavender tea lemonade.
She said the stars converse as we do.
Shining. Laughing. Slowly dying.
I'll go to your back, then your head to my chest.
Hearing you: softening
Jabs to whispers.
There, a heavy light settled along the edge
Of our spot, our unencumbered field of obsidian
And crafted blades of grass.
Of all the things I can be,
I can't be the last to go.
Do not fall in love with people like me.
I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments,
and kiss you in every beautiful place,
so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like
blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible.
And when I leave, you will finally understand,
why hurricanes are names after people.
THIS IS NOT BY ME I REPEAT THIS IS NOT MINE I JUST LKED THAT WAY IT SOUNDED BUT I DONT KNOW WHOSE I IS SO IF YOU COULD TELL ME THAT'L BE GREAT
Imagina un mundo sin guerra
Imagina un mundo sin luchas políticas
Imagina un mundo sin racismo
Sería un mundo aburrido,
un mundo sin desafíos.
No hubieramos tenido el placer de a
Seguiriamos creando ídolos de proceres inútiles.
Por lo tanto,
gracias por la lucha,
gracias por la valentía
gracias por enserñarle a la humanidad a que no se rinda.
We had blown through half the ***** and the drugs were nowhere to be found in this oasis's of debauchery and bad decisions .
Bone had thrown his usual temper fit and with his spoiled rich boy roots showed his *** in the worst possible way till someone finally shut him the **** up.
And after the ******* dude had knocked my sometimes friend most times pain in my *** sidekick out.
Looking to me in half spent rage and ****** knuckles asking now what the **** are you going to do?
Well I'm going to have another round and play the jukebox now that someone finally shut that ******* up what you having amigo?
You mean your just going to sit there and let me get away with what I did to your friend that way.
Who that guy in the floor I don't know him.
But you came in here together **** you been sitting here drinking for at least five hours and your telling me you don't know him?
Oh that guy sleeping in a pool of blood in the floor?
Yeah stupid .
Nope never met him but he 's alright sometime when he's not ******* then he's well less a ***** and more just a regular ******* .
What are you ******* with me ******!?
The burly man asked as pure anger flowed like the Rio grand within his eye's
Some people have to build the rage up like some strange volcano to inflict damage on others and some are just ******* by design.
I wasn't sure of this man's type I just knew it was to dam hot to hit the highway and the cervasa was cold the music was right and I had no intention of leaving before my buzz kicked in.
What's to stop me from just kicking your *** like I did this ******* ******* ****** you tell me what's to stop me from taking your money and rolling your *** right out of this place?
Mexico still bleeds of the past and it's people still show that passion for a good fight that at it's base is the true nature of man .
Not to be some violent nut but the passion for life at it's sharpest and most dangerous edge .
Well my friend I can think of a few reasons and probably none will be that pleasant.
I'm done with your games ****** .
The man moved forward fists clenched ready for round two I suppose
but his eye's sure were shocked when he found a barrel of a gun placed firmly between his eyes.
Now I told you this wasn't going to be pleasant sure you could have sat your angry *** down on a bar stool had a drink or two but no you had to play the ******* when I was just trying to catch a good buzz I swear some people have no manners .
The room went dead silent like some cheap spaghetti western right before someone was about to get killed minus that weird *** music so I guess it wasn't that silent at all as one old man turned his head then just went back to his drink like I don't give a **** as long as he doesn't bother me or make me stop drinking.
Oh **** ****** don't pull that ******* trigger the man said his rage had turned more into a look of fear or maybe just a look of he just **** his pants honestly what's the difference well minus the smell.
with a gun in one hand and a beer in another I called the bartender down .
Mix me a mist and coke barkeep please.
No Whiskey just tequila senior .
What ! I replied in a fake sort of shock .
I swear no whiskey No women what kind of bar is this place I swear do I have to shoot somebody to get a bottle of whiskey ?
No no ****** the man at the end of the gun pleaded just get him some ******* whiskey Goddamit he yelled at the bartender.
Really you don't have to be rude oh I'm sorry what's your name I been to busy holding you at gunpoint you must forgive my manners.
My names Gonzo I enjoy killing my liver hookers but only in moderation like a good Christian and ballroom dancing .
The man at the end of the boom stick lost all fear at least for a second.
Really ballroom dancing?
I'm kidding bout that one amigo but I do enjoy watching a good pole dancer high five to that I mean I would give you a high five if I wasn't holding a gun to your head and all .
Um you ever going to tell me your name bud?
I looked at this now downright scared shitless man who seemed to have a real issue with sweating from the strange puddle on the floor.
I swear you pull a fully loaded pistol on someone and point it to there head and everyone just acts so serious people are so strange these days.
Bill the man with a sweating problem replied.
Bill ? Really what Mexican is named Bill ?
I mean I come all the way down here get into some wild west kickass trouble and I find the only Mexican named Bill .
******* Machete you ruined my whole experience of what this was supposed to be like.
Sir. the man tried to speak up behind the bar.
Don't interrupt me barkeep I'm on a dam roll here duh who you thinks writing this story imaginary person I created within my own demented mind.
You see Bill when I come across the border I expect a few simple things kick *** ****** cheap drinks and badass people like yourself named Razor or Spider Or El Nino or some sort of **** is that raciest sure put labels on what we have here amigo but I come for a kickass time in Mexico and you really well you just killed it so I hope your happy.
I'm so sorry but please don't **** me Bill Replied .
Sir the barkeep spoke up again.
Okay what bartender being my whole trip has been ruined by Mexican Bill who honestly I feel if not for all this gun and life or death **** we could have a true connection but not like in a gone fishing on that mountain **** were those two cowboys corn hole each other or maybe they just played corn hole once is fine I mean its not like I saw that movie and cried at the end cause duh I would never go see that in some cheap attempt to get laid by my teenage stripper girlfriend yeah don't ask.
Okay barkeep what the hell is it.
Well sir were not in Mexico.
This man was clearly more drunk than I for he didn't know what dam country he was in.
Amigo are you sure you know what your talking about.
Well yeah the barkeep replied your in Busch gardens theme park .
Well that certainly explains the ******* roller coaster and why that woman near it slapped me when I asked how much for a ******* boy do I feel embarrassed.
I knew I shouldn't have had that acid before leaving the house .
I did think it was strange that Germany was within walking distance.
So after nearly giving Mexican Bill a heart attack who was actually was Canada Bill once made me feel a little better because honestly just for Nickleback and Justin Bieber was grounds enough to pull a gun on him .
We sat enjoyed some drinks as Bone laid passed out in the floor and said I don't want to go to school every time I kicked him cause I'm a true **** for a friend duh like you hadn't figured that out.
We laughed we rode rides we beat some dude up in France just because he was French .
And in the parking lot as we said are goodbyes.
I stood there and said you know Bill it's been great sorry bout the whole thinking I was in a foreign country and pulling a gun on you and stuff.
It's cool Gonz sorry about all my ****** music we pollute your airwaves with I know it's like being prison ****** by some dude called Harley .
Well I got to go and Bill you stay crazy and by the way go take a ******* bath cause you **** your pants and it smells worse than Taylor swifts crouch okay .
Yeah the city landfill doesn't have **** on her .
We parted are ways drunk and behind the wheel like good Americans .
And if that ****** you off just wait till my next write.
Duh it's just a story *******.
Stay crazy hamsters .
If there is anyone I have neglected to offend please feel free to contact me at.
Shady Pines Mental Facility.
PO box 3 27950
What's with the roller-coaster
of anticipation and dehydration
that goes with these daily adventures?
Can't stop yelling, reliving the fact that normally
I would be sitting at home
listening to lorde and feeling sorry for myself
but instead I'm hazing in a land of
1/4 adults, all the rest
sugared-up, sunscreen-sweating, scream-yelling and cussing middleschoolers
with unlimited access to rides that makes our t-shirts see-through
and our hearts hide in our throats
from all the loud, loud music and words
that goes along with having packaged fun.
So while I'm sitting in a cracked leather seat
the metal bar indenting on my skin
and my glasses stuffed in my bra,
I remember to jus' remember
that middle school is one hell of a ride.