Torn naked from her mud 9 month lease up too soon born into a chaos of blood inside a devil's full moon shadows hide in themselves life's dice forever roll losses gathered on shelves final tally in a burial hole.
I brought you to life in a poem. You'll never love in moderation. Love screams out loud and catches its breath and sleeps 'til noon. Then it happens next full moon.
I brought you to life in a poem. You'll never love in moderation. Love screams out loud and catches its breath and sleeps forever. Then it happens again Tuesday.
I was ****** into a womb with love's angry *******. A terrible spark set me afire on my way to Greenhills. 1949 I was born in March like a mad hatter with no name in anger's nest. Dad screamed discontent PTSD yet to be diagnosed. WW2 flack floating in our home unknown we found foxholes anywhere. You won't remember me. I won't remember you as well. Our features were melting into the surrounding darkness.
The Elites never had enough pieces of our pitiful existence. They ****** our blood from us in their entitled rich persistence. We were just lab animals to them always testing mad god science.
Born in USA. Die in UNGR.* *United Nation's Global Republic
Got you worrying from your gate post to the cane fields. Got you fearing for your life while the yellow eyed black beasts stare with hatred at your whips and ******* cruelty without an ounce of fear anymore.
I had a room in a garret. She had a room without heat. We had holes in our hearts. I called her from a phone booth and went to her cold bed. We pretended love and slept warm.
I had a room in a garret. She had a room without heat. We had holes in our hearts. I called her from a phone booth and went to her cold bed. We stop shaking, we come, no regrets, Bye.
I had a room in a garret. She had a room without heat. We had holes in our hearts. I called her from a phone booth and went to her cold bed. We pretend at love and sleep warm.
With war painted eyes weapons between thighs in Boston's combat zone tempting men all alone smell the pungent bait pay the fee for no wait you always want it pure no promise nothing sure no heartache to endure kiss a wife at the door.
With war painted eyes weapons between thighs in Boston's combat zone tempting men all alone smelling the pungent bait pay a fee there is no wait you always want it pure no promise nothing sure no heartache to endure kiss a wife at the door.
With war painted eyes weapons between thighs in Boston's combat zone tempting men all alone smell the pungent bait pay the fee never wait you always want it pure no promise nothing sure no heartache to endure kiss a wife at the door.
At a Mass Ave bus stop. Broken mirror in a storefront. I see, in slivers of glass, pieces of my mind apart from each other, madness. Mostly I see guilt. Always GUILT! Like being stalked by some ******* Russian writer! Deliver me from me. Help me find redemption. I left my wife and kids, like some suicide. Life an emotional minefield I danced through! ******, beer and cigarettes kept me sane. Angels guided me, so many I've lost count. Some would call them friends and they were. They guided me back to what mattered most. My kids were the missing piece of me. Awkward reunions, regaining trust, closeness. Katie and Sean. A mantra I never forgot. A hope I clutched alone in the desert.
My planet escaped the gravity of the sun. Madness and chaos ensued. I went down a black hole. Every social construct was told to ******* as I slouched towards Boston.
Reborn with stains of the past nesting inside. We're never free of our betrayals. We just pretend. We reinvent us and become strangers to ourselves. I hope my memories die before me. I'll be cleansed.
At a Mass Ave bus stop. Broken mirror in a storefront. I see, in slivers of glass, pieces of my mind apart from each other, madness. Mostly I see guilt. Always GUILT! Like being stalked by some ******* Russian writer! Deliver me from me. Help me find redemption. I left my wife and kids, just some suicide. Life an emotional minefield I danced through! ******, beer and cigarettes kept me sane. Angels guided me, so many I've lost count. Some would call them friends and they were. They guided me back to what mattered most. My kids were the missing piece of me. Awkward reunions, regaining trust, closeness. Katie and Sean. A mantra I never forgot. An energy I felt while alone in the desert.
At a Mass Ave bus stop. Broken mirror in a storefront. I see, in slivers of glass, pieces of my mind apart from each other, madness. Mostly I see guilt. Always GUILT! Like being stalked by some ******* Russian writer! Deliver me from me. Help me find redemption. I left my wife and kids, just some suicide. Life an emotional minefield I danced through! ******, beer and cigarettes kept me sane. Angels guided me, so many I've lost count. Some would call them friends and they were. They guided me back to what mattered most. My kids were the missing pieces of me. Awkward reunions, regaining trust, closeness. Katie and Sean. A mantra I never forgot. An energy I felt while alone in the desert.
I drink wine from the box not the bottle. My empties are very functional. I make chairs to sit in alone for happy hour. Beds to sleep alone in case I can't atone. Dog house to be alone in when you're angry. Walls between us too tall to ever surmount. Even my own coffin hot as hell herself. I could never build a bridge back home.
Our first boy, boy. My namesake, boy. Fetch my tools, boy. Cry beating belt, boy. Make me proud, boy. Ignore my cruelty, boy. War's killing eats us, boy. Comes home each night, boy. Never mind the misery, boy. She smiles at you, Boy!
Our first boy, boy. My namesake, boy. Fetch my tools, boy. Cry beating belt, boy. Make me proud, boy. Ignore my cruelty, boy. War's killing eats us, boy. Comes home each night, boy. Never mind the misery, boy. She smiled at you, Boy!
Our first boy, boy. My namesake, boy. Fetch my tools, boy. Cry beating belt, boy. Make me proud, boy. Ignore my cruelty, boy. War's killing eats us, boy. Comes home each night, boy. Never mind the misery, boy. She smiled at you, Boy!
Boys play at growing up and shaving. Girls bleed into women we desire. Boys want damsels who need saving. Girls tend to boy's raging fire. Boys look tough but always cry alone. Girls want to always be protected but end up having hearts of stone. Boys are addicted and feel neglected.
19 and called to serve in Nam. You said no strings keep me. We ****** as if there were more the flight to war is always free the flight home in body bags tin medals on the shredded boys flag draped coffins all the same dead sons playing war with toys.
The world keeps spinning against my will. I stop time in my secret world and live barefoot in summer's grass. I build dams in the creek and play with crawdads and steal change for candy and army men from Rathman's. Mom dresses us for Easter in little suits and fedoras crooners in her fantasy. We lived her lives when we had to. Boy trapped. I smell summer's grass.
I dream in hospice care and smile big morphine grins as my body shuts down against my will.
My life is imploding all around me. Block by block is demolished making room for some brave new world for versions of a new us state control tech drones.
Curtain parts on birth scene ****** Mary's birth scream Christ child inside friction of time and crucifixion. I love all of humankind Love is so hard to find.
I bought breakfast for a Communist to discuss our differences. He drank ***** and I had coffee. I don't feel superior just sick from last night. He hates god. God is evil to poor. I said he deprived the poor as the rich process fat from masses to boil it into flame to read Marx. I asked if I wore his Marx hat and shout among the masses could I convince them God is not dead but Marx is long dead?
I have no time to listen to your supposition of the conversation of your observation when you found her **** swimming in an attitude she thought it amusing and started refusing to name her admirer who set her on fire.
I have no time to listen to your supposition of the conversation of your observation when you found her **** swimming in an attitude she thought it amusing and started refusing to name her admirer who set her on fire.
I was a sinner who left my wife and kids for the girlfriend *****. Simon and Garfunkel understood and sang while we ****** in time. in a friend's bed with ***** and we laughed and killed the intruders in the shower and ****** in a love of sorts that never stood a chance and withered.
I lived a half life all along radioactive from some song when you touched me I woke listened to words you spoke Touch is a spark we need Life begins with this seed.
How can you love this broke man who can't even love himself? Imposter. Poseur. Always on stage. Playing to the crowd for applause. Preening in the mirror before bed. Don't mess my makeup, my sweet. Never cry real tears. Never block my lighting. Never ever upstage me!
Our world grew quiet like the dead. I never heard silence like this before. I knew it was over when we ate alone and slept apart and watched our own shows. We always adapt. We're good at it. It's easier than fixing what is broken.
There's always a price tag hanging on your heart. I saved my change in a jar to down pay as a start. You're never layaway payment due delivery. I'll make enough money and ask you to marry me.
I fell off the Earth awhile ago. I'm floating in time and space. Time's never ticked so **** slow. I think I recognize this place. My lovers wait in beds for me on fire with hate where I burn I'll visit you with bent knee and love you with all I learn
We bought a broken dog and took him to our broken home to live with this broken family. We tried to fix him with broken training. I was too broken to get it right. The more I yelled the more broke he got. I had a drunken insight one evening walking him in a full moon. He reminded me of me in my childhood. I saw things through his broken eyes and held him close. I promised I'd fix us. I found my broken self in a dog shelter.
Still broke but much better! My college aged daughter named him Jack Daniels.
I love my garden perfect. Everything in its place and watered and sun drenched. I live in chaos and clouds that refuse to give rain. Love withered long ago.
Mr. Fantasy always breaking the rules collecting glass frame butterfly fools. We flutter and preen colors of rainbows killed pristine pinned in perfect rows.
I was supreme and all knowing. You hovered beneath my sun and moon and adored my sacred creation. You cursed me in famine and sung hymns to me in bountiful times. Karl Heinrich Marx broke me and killed America and freedom and his minions imprison us today.
Priced as marked or best offer. Some damaged more than others. A small tear a workplace affair a bigger tear a torrid affair with broken promises devastated barely pumps he always cheated and blamed her blown out selling for parts he betrayed and took the kids she overdosed and stabbed her heart for good measure. Tears roll down but can never make things right. Make an offer after all why not?
At 5 I broke my leg. At 12 a girl broke my heart. At 18 I broke apart everything for Love set adrift at start. Drowned and burned to death I turned around my own sun another day of fun searching for Eden rebirth in a garden.