"amerika" poems
Pinas na minamahal
Lugar na aking sinilangan
Bansang kayraming yaman
Ngunit buhay ang kapalit
Nang sumigaw upang marinig
Pagkat nanlaban kaya dugo ang kapalit
Laban nga ba sa droga o laban sa bayan?
Ang tanging tanong na binabatid
Ang tanong na di mawala sa isip.
Ang yaman ng bayan naglalahong parang bula
Sa bulsa ng pamahalaan makikita
Bilihin na nagmamahal
Sa bibig na lang ng presidente ang mura
Sa atin pa ba ang bayan?
O kabilang na sa mga estado ng tsina at amerika
Mga kababayan na lumuluwas sa bayan
Makamit lamang ang kaginhawaan
Dugo, pawis at buhay ang naging kapalit
Ang kabataan nga ba ang pag-asa ng bayan?
Pagkat sila’y sa selda makikita imbis na sa paaralan
Sambit nila’y kulang daw sa disiplina at pagsisikap
Habang sila’y nagbubulag bulagan at nag-bibingi-bingibingian
Ano na nga ba ang katotohanan?
Saan na nga ba nakabase ang tama at mali?
Susunod ba sa pamahalaan o sumigaw para sa ating kinabukasan?
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 4:17 AM UTC
Sa araw na’to haharanahin kita
Kahit ‘di ako marunong kumanta.
At ako’y madalas laitin ng iba.
Ayos lang sa akin, basta ikaw ang kasama.
Makita lang kita tumawa
Buo na ang aking umaga.
Magkakantahan tayo
Kahit pareho tayong sintunado.
Ang mahalaga ay sumaya tayo
Kahit na madalas, sablay sa tono.
Magtatawanan at maghahagikgikan
'Yan ang ating kaligayahan.
Sa paglubog ng araw, parehong naluha.
Dahil tapos na naman ang araw
At ako naman sayo’y mangugulila.
Ika’y lilisan na, Magtutungo sa Amerika.
Nagyakapan ng mahigpit,
At binigay ko ang aking gitara.
Dahil ito lang ang magpapa-alala
Sa ating masasayang alaala.
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 2:35 AM UTC
This was just published so it is copyright 2015 by Holy Cow Press ~ mce
Poverty is the fence around your life. Poverty wakes you up at 4 AM only to whisper meaningless slogans in your ear. It is the school of Piranha nibbling at the back of your brain. It is two hours waiting in the anteroom of despair for $22 worth of food stamps and being glad to be there. It is changing your phone number frequently because bill collectors are such boring conversationalists. It is the empty space your heels used to fill. It is letting your hair grow long and scraggly and your grizzled beard sprout because you know that although you sleep in rented rooms tonight, the street is not far off, and you want to fit in when you arrive. Poverty scalds the lint from your pockets. It is your private Treblinka within which you rage but are crushed. It is desperate prayers against dental catastrophes, blown tires, surprises of any sort. Poverty is when everything you own is frayed including your nerves from sleepless moments spent trying to solve the equation that will make X number of dollars cover X + ? number of bills, knowing that such math would defeat Newton or Einstein. Poverty is eying the cat's kibble imagining that with a bit of sugar and a splash of milk it might be fine and then eyeballing the cat himself thinking of protein of last resort and trying not to measure him against the microwave door. You ration your cigarettes; whiskey is a fading memory. Passing a diner on the street, you catch a whiff of burgers too expensive to consider and experience a Pavlovian moment. Poverty is trying to keep your head up and then remembering you pawned your neck. Poverty is watching the needle eat your last few gallons of gas. Poverty is the archeology of despair. It portends the death of irony. There is nothing ironic about a car with 217,000 miles and no insurance on it. Facts are facts in the world of poverty. Poverty is the last quarter reclaimed from beneath the cushions. It is too much time and not enough quarters. It is the specious logic of the self-righteous proclaiming that you deserve to be poor because you are, which in Amerika passes for wisdom. Poverty makes each day like the next because nothing does not vary. It is who you are and where you are going, although you won't get far. It is the life you lead inside the fence. It is the sum of what you lack. It just is.
- mce
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 7:54 PM UTC
train to Chicago...
See it from a train.
Should have called it
the Rust Apocalypse.
Endless piles of industrial
woolly mammoth skeletons
turned red by the rust
that never sleeps or blinks.
Miles and miles of factory,
mills, and foundry corpses.
The workers long scattered
to $10 per hour ***** jobs.
Businesses gone with the workers.
Globalization at its finest.
The end of the people's value.
Amerika crumbles of dry rot.
Enjoy your stuff, good citizen.
This will all come to you.
There is no immunity
to endless, mindless greed.
~mce
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC
sinusunog na mga bahay,
sinasamsam ang mga ari-arian,
sinasaktan pati ang mga bata,
ginagahasa ang mga babae,
at pinapatay ang mga lalake.
ganito araw-araw ang kanilang sinasapit,
hindi sa kamay ng mga tulisan o rebelde,
hindi sila ang salarin sa pang-aapi,
kundi ang estado at militar ang pasimuno.
sila ang pasistang halimaw na naninibasib,
pagkat gusto nilang maubos ang mga Rohingya.
hindi daw sila taga Burma,
latak daw sila ng mga Arabong dayo,
kaya kailangan na sila'y malipol.
walang magawa si Aung San Suu Kyi,
pati s'ya hawak sa leeg ng militar.
walang ginagawa ang Amerika at UN,
palibhasa wala silang mapapala sa mahirap na bansa.
isa na naman ba itong Rwanda,
o katulad sa Gaza?
walang gustong tumulong sa kanilang walang pakinabang.
maramot ang saklolo sa mga madaling maloko,
hindi kinakalinga ng langit ang mga tunay na api at kapos palad,
sapagkat ang mata ng kasaysayan ay nakatuon lagi sa Europa
at sa mga bansang masagana.
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 4:04 AM UTC
To the Fed
& The inevitable death
of Amerika
And to the conglomerates
for which we spend
One World
Strayed from God
Run by criminals
With bloodthirsty injustice
For All
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 4:03 PM UTC
They caught you like a dreamcatcher
Shot you down in the night they wrote up
They tell us we got justice now
Sand Negroes been put down
I suppose freedom has been restored
But how many dead have come to pass
What big lies go untrue
Who flew them planes
Have we really been after you?
You indistinct brown Arab man
You were Amerika’s nightmare
You were the terror that taunted us
But you were a ploy, a toy
To render us tame
Osama, riddle me this:
How did 100 flights of steel and cement turn into dust?
I don’t wish to make a fuss, but this is odd
And even gravity would suggest
That things don’t fall into itself and disintegrate
But even more sinister, are the explosions, many heard
As low as the third floor, when the plane hit
High up in the sky, do tell, what is the lie?
But you are dead now, well
The idea they made of you
And we can never interrogate
What lies remain untrue
Between me and you,
I always had a clue
I knew it wasn’t you
Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 1:21 PM UTC
Upon a mountain in some older days
there lived an aging dragon
He lived in a cave so near yet so far
that if could not be reached by wagon.
Now, the dragon guarded something so special
it was not yet known to you or me
So many before tried to find it
and none had succeeded, but that didn't
stop ol' Mack McGhee.
Ol' Mack was no thing of beauty
but he was strong in his middle age
He had a personality so greedy and cocky
that he really had no personal gauge.
He wanted what the dragon hid
though what it was, he did not know
So one fine day he set out on a journey
no preparations--he just wanted to go.
Well the first day was fine and so was the next
but on the third, he began to tire
So ol' Mack sat down in the dust and heat
and he made himself a fire.
He soon fell asleep under a sea of stars
seeing as the following day, he had to walk more
He'd get to the dragon, he knew he would
even though the walk was becoming a bore.
The next day he awoke to the blazing sun
burning his ugly face
So he arose and began to walk,
looking for a shaded place.
Ol' Mack pressed through the desert
and soon he came to the mountain
There was shade, it was an oasis
there was even water bubbling in a natural fountain.
He wondered if this was it,
"Is this what the dragon is hiding?
If this is it, it was far too easy.
My time I was certainly biding."
He decided it wasn't enough,
he'd have to climb to the top to find
the treasure that the dragon was hoarding
the very thing he couldn't keep from his mind.
So he climbed and he climbed for hours
and finally he reached the cave
"Oh, good," he thought, "I can finally rest.
I feel like I've been climbing for days."
"WHO GOES THERE?" boomed the dragon
"It is I," answered Mack, "I've come to get your treasure!"
"The thing that I guard is behind that rock," said the dragon,
"I'm not sure it's treasure by your measure."
"I'm sure it is," said Mack
and he ran behind the rock
What there he saw was so simple and plain
that it came as quite a shock.
Behind the rock on the wall of the cave
was the phrase "Be impeccable with your word."
"That's it?!" exclaimed Mack, "there has to be more.
I came all the way just for that? This is absurd."
"That it may be," said the dragon, old and wise
*"but it's a phrase to be held true by sinners.
And now, because you are one of them,
I must eat you for dinner."*
And he did.
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 2:09 AM UTC
Pinagmamasdan ka lamang ng asawa mo
Kung papaano mo sayangin ang gabing ito
Napakasaya mo habang nilalaklak ang limang pitsel ng beer
Habang yung mga kasama mo ay walang pakialam sayo
Pinagmamasdan ka lamang ng asawa mo
Habang binibigyan ka niya ng perang pantagay mo
Huling gabi na to na kasama sila ang paalam mo
Huling gabi na sana…
Kasi pupunta ka na sa inaasam-asam **** Amerika
Minamasdan ka lamang ng asawa mo
Kung paano ka sinipa sa mukha ng Arabo
Sa laki at bigat ba naman ng sapatos nun
Basag tuloy ilong at ngipin mo
Pagmamasdan ka lamang ng asawa mo
Sa kung ano na ang mangyayari sayo?!
Bibitiw ka sa trabaho tapos ano?!
Papaopera ang makapal **** mukha?!
Ilang operasyon pa ba sa mukha ang dapat mo matikman?!
Para pagiging lasingero mo ay matigilan?!
Maawa ka naman sa asawa mo
Lahat na iniintindi dahil sa pagmamahal sayo!
Tangenang alak na yan!!! Kelan ka ba tatanda?! Huwag mo na sanang hintayin na pagmamasdan ka na lamang namin… sa burol mo!
Jun 20, 2022
Jun 20, 2022 at 12:01 AM UTC
I suppose you feel threatened
huh, Amerika?
It must hurt you,
pain you deeply,
I care not to live
by these
Idiotic
Heteronormative
Cis-normative
Sexist
Anti-feminist
Racist
(or should I say Rakkkist)
Xenophobic
Homophobic
Doesn’t want to to deal with AIDS crisis
Abilist
Capitalistic
Fascist
Doesn't give a **** about the poor or needy
Supports **** Culture
All Lives Matter except trans women, women, people of color AND Black Lives,
Electing Donald Trump
society.
I hope your founding fathers
Choke themselves with the noose they made,
in their respective graves.
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 1:20 AM UTC
People ask me,
"Were you born here?"
And I want to say I was,
But this slight of my tongue,
This twist of speech betrays me.
A native loved one tells me,
When he sees the consternation
And despair plain on my face,
That it's only a lilt, not crippling, per se.
But how do I belong here
If I speak with the voice of there?
How do I pause the motion of this accursed pen
And set it scribbling instead from right to left?
I laugh with them when they hear the way I say a word
And I try to say it the way that they do,
But my "ah"s are too drawn, my "l"s too conspicuous,
My "r"s are not deep enough, my "t"s are too reptilian,
Slippery like the tears I'd shed when they told me
I was writing my name wrong.
I knew no other place, and here I learned to hate,
But lately, for the past 5 years or so,
I've been ashamed of the thing that brands me-
אמריקאית, Amerika'it, American.
Dec 17, 2012
Dec 17, 2012 at 5:30 AM UTC
Naziism gained it's foothold in Germany
when the Reichstag was burned down:
this gave them the pretext needed
to suspend the rights of the Citizenry indefinitely
to ensure "security".
Sound familiar?
It should be frightening how similar it in fact is to modern events:
This rhymes with modern American legislation:
CISPA, the PATRIOT acts, the NDAA, etc.
Governments have always used such events
to catalyze and capitalize their own motives:
Tread lightly.
We enter a new age of Oppression with each passing administration;
we are not immune because we are hubristic
if anything, we are more vulnerable for it.
Sieg Heil,
für Gott ist mit uns.
Wir können nicht verloren
denn Gott ist mit uns.
Sieg Heil,
Amerika über alles.
Sieg Heil,
Das viertes ***** wird herum.
Sieg Heil.
Sieg Heil.
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 6:00 PM UTC
wildfires in Cali, nukes threaten LA
dreamers dead in DC and Irmas on her way....
****** Hairs in the White House, Houston's flooded still...
Afghan be bleedin...I feelin the big chill...
GOP be crazy...Dems dead as a rock...
Amerika be reeling...Doomsday clock tick tock...
Music Selection:
Alvin Lee,
I'd Love to Change the World
Orlando
9/5/17
jbm
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 1:35 PM UTC
i met a man in a church
outside of manila
who asked how i could stand
living in a country so cold.
amerika, he said,
felt wrong to me.
he asked if it was
cold still.
if it still felt like the land
wanted to stick two fingers
down its throat and throw me up
and up and away. and gone.
not the land. i wanted to say
not the land but this dress, ginoo,
this body and this name
and what you’ve gotta understand
is that there is no flight to someplace
warmer when the cold is etched
into your chromosomes.
but the only words i could
speak in his tongue
were yes, it’s cold,
yes.
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 5:23 PM UTC
mera dil jayapur bhaarat mein dhadakata hai
~my heart beats in Jaipur India~
Dil ko tumse pyar hua Jayapur
~my heart fell in love
with you in Jayspur India~
mera dil ham jayapur bhaarat mein toot gaya
~my heart is broken in Jayapur India~
~all the way to America.~
mera dil ham sabhee tarah se tod diya amerika aur vaapas karane ke lie
mera dil bhaarat se lekar amerika aur peechhe tak toota hua hai
It just means
My heart is broken all the way from India to America and back.
that's the beauty of being s poetess
we can dream aware
that dreams don't always come true
ek kavayitree hone ke naate yahee khoobasooratee hai
ham sapane dekhate hain ki sabhee sapane sach nahin hote hain
~~~~~
My dear Hello Poetry
I didn't cared for followers
nor comments or denied suns
I was looking for my true love.
mere priy ech.pee sun
mujhe pholoars kament kee paravaah nahin thee aur na hee sooraj sun
mujhe apane sachche pyaar kee talaash thee
I found my beloved asleep
deep in my heart
mainne apane priy ko apane dil kee gaharaiyon mein soya paaya.
~just waiting for my kiss.~
bas mere chumban ke lie intajaar.
Just waiting for my kiss.
~~
By Karijinbba
06-2021
Jun 23, 2021
Jun 23, 2021 at 4:32 PM UTC
Rather seek a mad climate:
happy, peaceful, elegant.
By brilliant abstractions lit.
A revolution must occur
in the people's minds
years before
the Revolution occurs.
Plant a seed. Pray for rain.
Life languishes
where usury pervades,
ignorance doth flourish.
The arts a septic sewer.
The marketplace a God.
Carcasses for sacrifice.
Remove base appetite
and this generation dies.
Send them on their way.
Flush the bankers.
Lose all interest. Live
to write another day.
~mce
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 8:06 PM UTC
All I want for Christmas
is peace on earth
(well, at least in Amerika);
a black, velvet painting of Elvis
(the old, fat Elvis of course);
massive volcanic eruptions
along the Rim of Fire
with ensuing Tsunamis
for a bit of Yule excitement;
A Maserati (red, gently used);
health, happiness and peace of mind
for my friends and children;
a stuffed and mounted Cassowary
(but still safely caged);
a distance learning course
in Alchemy and White Magick;
continued success and mastery of
obscurity, poverty and poetry;
for all the men I served with
to be alive, thriving and happy;
for all the women I've loved
to remember me and smile;
for Steve McQueen to play me
in the upcoming movie of my life;
the usual end to world hunger
(more Kale for everyone!);
a bottle of pure testosterone,
tumescence and liver disease combined
(just once, Doc, I promise);
a routine, tropical winter for Pennsylvania;
release from the burden of time,
but not immediately;
to end all my dreams with laughter;
to meet and shake hands with Buddha;
and, of course, to see you again.
Think that's too much to ask?
It goes without saying
I have been very, very good
(just ask my loving, schizophrenic cat).
Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 7:17 AM UTC
If perception truly is everything, then to age in Amerika is a psychological disaster.
Amerika is a youth obsessed country; a capitalistic consumer oriented country. All the power of capitalism goes into (via advertising, etc.) creating and maintaining this youth obsession.
Take women as an example. If you are female in Amerika, you must always look 25. You must be slim, long-haired, sexually alluring, preferably blond and dress youthfully. Even if you are 60.
This goes a long way toward answering the question why so many women who are 40+ are so fat, unhappy, depressed and ****** Simply put, there is no reasonable way for most of them to meet cultural expectations.
Either they let themselves go (fatties abound in the US) or they resort to grotesqueness to measure up (extreme diet and exercise, plastic surgery, etc.)
They can't win so depression and self-loathing abound.
Most mature women have known that horrible moment when a young, attractive man looks right through them. They have become culturally invisible: they are shocked and hurt.
Men suffer from all this too, but not as much. Younger women will sometimes actually see value in an older man. Rarely, but sometimes, so cultural invisibility comes later for men.
Mid-life money, Corvettes and condos only delay the inevitable. The same moment will arrive and so will the hurt and shock.
This is not as simple as all men are pigs or all women are *******
If we know that the perception that we don't exist is created by the capitalist media and advertisers, why do we do we buy into it?
Every age has its beauty. Why not accept it and be how old you are? Be who you are. Forget those impossible perfections. Stop trying to be Barbie and Ken. Be real.
It is difficult but possible. I have seen it.
In France you see lovely older women dressed alluringly (but not like 20-year-olds) who are slim, can run in high heels over wet cobblestones and exude sexuality. You often see them with handsome younger men, who are clearly entranced. Why there and not here?
Maybe it's the champagne or maybe it's just sanity.
mce
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 6:55 PM UTC
the words of treason he shouted is what
put the stock of a rifle to my shoulder
take aim now that the patriots are traitors
never thought it would ever come to this in my lifetime
there's a man on the road with a rebel flag
yelling that his treason is patriotic
he is gonna take my life for some russian profit in his pocket
he is gonna take my America for somebody else's taxes
Remember growing up the thought that my generation trusted
this land be free
"this land is your land, this land is my land"*
never said nothing bout had to be black or white
never said had to be praying to another man's God
they have come knocking upon my door
tell me my words are not the lies they are selling
and I better get in line or they gonna take me away
get right in my head evil men are the gods Americka dreams of
that our children will live in darkness and hunger
for some russians profit in your pocket
just an hour from Reno stopped by the roadside
watched the sun set on the edge of the desert
and hoped my America would still be here when i awoke
this never should have happened
never saw it comin
never thought America could fall
let alone to have a president be the
one who fires the first shot
I see a rebel on the road
words of treason spilling from his bible
a used car salesman spinning a tall tale
and the fools who cheered him on
wipe that stupid grin off his face if I could
I see a rebel on the road
yelling his treason is patriotic
come to take away my America
come to take my life for some rich thief's taxes
Remember growing up the thought that my generation trusted
remember what my country was built on honor integrity truth
now that's all been sold for pennies on the dollar
so some rich slob can feed off what used to be
a place that the world envied
a place people dreamed of
now the patriots are traitors
now Amerika burns
now Americans die
for some russians profit in your pocket
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 5:12 PM UTC
In France
they know that women
like wine
only improve
with age,
that sixty
can be ****
In Amerika
we are taught
to lust
after impossibly
perfect,
young
Barbie Dolls.
At my age,
I'd rather be
French.
-mce
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 9:02 PM UTC
One demagogue, two ayatollahs,
a socialist fossil, a withered feminist.
The best of 360 million people?
Thanks so much, Amerika, for the
right to vote for such imposing choices.
I know I won't show up.
Anarchists know the lesser of two evils
is still and only ever can be… evil.
Enjoy the farce.
~mce
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 5:05 PM UTC
I've heard it said once.
I've heard it said twice.
I've heard it said a third time.
Told to me, a fourth.
Said by a Ghanese.
Said by a mother from Greece.
Said by an Ethopian.
Said by a man also Iranian.
Are you from Somalia?
Bist du von Marokko?
Kommen Sie aus Eritrea?
Are you from Ethopia?
From Indonesia?
Nay. Ich komme aus den USA. Aus Amerika.
"But America is better than here."
Where in America do you come from?, I'm asked sometimes.
Washington.
Why are you here?
To live here.
"But America is better than here."
This is what they've heard. So this is what they think.
This is what she's been told. So this is what she believes.
This is what Lady Liberty says. So this is what he knows.
This is what the land of the free and the home of the brave, the land of opportunity preaches. So this is what they understand.
This is what those living the American dream said. So this is what many believe.
"But America is better than here."
It depends on how you look at it.
It depends on what's important to you. What you value.
When you say better, what do you mean by better?
"But America is better than here."
In some ways, yes. In some ways, no.
Every land has its' up sides and its' down sides.
Besuchen Sie oder bleiben Sie hier?
Ich bin hier bleiben.
Germany ist gut.
Es gibt gute und nicht gute Dinge über Germany.
"But America is better than here."
I know why I've chosen to live in Germany.
There are a number of reasons.
"But America is better than here."
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 1:54 PM UTC
the Übermensch anomaly was short-lived
in Europe, it was never going to be an
idea with a survival instinct for longevity
in Europe, just like Copernicus became
defamed by Galileo...
the Übermensch idea was prescribed to America,
what with their Superman and Batman,
and Spiderman... Nietzsche didn't
include America for a reason, you could
speak of Emerson as the zenith of American
intellectual output as the reason,
but that's hardly a reason...
tourists to the Caribbean will know,
Americans think they're super-human...
i hate the American accent, it's like a mosquito
buzzing in my ear, i just call them
the spaghetti swindlers of tongue, gluttonous
harp players... and because Nietzsche didn't
mention America, America is his most fertile
and therefore most arable landmass...
i mean... Nietzsche reached pop culture status,
just because he didn't mention American culture
in his writing... and that's how the Americans
see themselves, the righteous inheritors of
the post-Nazi mindset... Übermensch Staaten Amerika...
hence the reason they're on the gold medal leader boards
at the Olympics... i.e. if those ******* aren't doped
then i'm doped...
not doping athletes makes chemists redundant,
dope the whole lot of them, let's make it fair.
yes, i know it should have been written as staaten,
but i like my diacritical arithmetic, and given the
umlaut, i count that as a hidden extra a... so from
staaten into stäten;
oh yeah... and **** your "perfect" teeth;
or the Penguin cover for Philip K. Dick's
man in the high castle, the red & white stripes
with 50 swastikas.
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 8:21 PM UTC
he calls it that -
last,
long,
five
days
before pension payday
always an adventure:
will he, won't he,
how much is left?
this time 30 bucks
to last till Wednesday
piece of cake
money is a fickle *****
a goddess of tease
never let her force
you to despair
her only real power
is to make you wait
and being poor
in Amerika
you have already
mastered that skill
~mce
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 1:12 PM UTC
Chaos over sleep.
You supply the torches, I'll supply the mob.
This bed's too big for the one of us.
The maggots already ate through the moose, leaving two yellowed-white anchors made of bone to sink into the floor.
Bologna; The meat that lies straight to your face.
The news is getting olds.
Analyzing bags and trashes. Paralyzing eyelashes snap shut, trapping the fly.
Thus, the death of an ego was born.
Reading is kind of like smoking except you don't burn the paper.
The quickest way to burn a bridge is to kiss it.
Don't be a stranger now. I'm strange enough for the both of us.
The ins and outs of the whens and wheres I do and do not belong.
That bar fight with the bathroom door really did a doozy on my eyebrow.
You know I will hunt whatever, you pra(e)y.
Blessed by lowercase god and misspelled Amerika('Merica).
Same message, different bottle.
My dreams are too loud before I fall asleep.
The first possibility that you jump to write off has the highest probability of containing the things that will set you right off.
My teeth may not have any layers of skin left to ride by.
From poverty to profanity; proverbs to insanity.
A serpent a day keeps the apples away.
Growing weary of the definitive abstracts, I curl up somewhat uncomfortably numb in the cracks of the curbs and sidewalks...
And with that the last thought of the night twisted into the air and joined with the wisps of smoke pouring from the final cigarette. The odyssey in mind sends our hero sailing from the shores of "I know how to do it all" into the vast and turbulent waves of "I do it all."
The bird who clipped its own wings.
The Jack of All Trades, the Queen of No Hearts, the King of Nothing, the Ace of Idle. Faceless cards.
Just a chess piece on a checker board. Maybe there's less to figure out than there is to understand.
Always on the brink of making things right. Don't let it slink away in the middle of the night.
I had an uncomfortably close call with life. What some would call a near-life experience. I swear I was inches away from living...
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 9:15 AM UTC