"bulshit" poems
I can howl in words but
I say it gently instead, no, fiercely,
first to myself and to him and to her
to you if necessary and to them
for as long as it takes
why and how and what
how come and when and what for
how is my mind, I ask even the wind
this is what I usually play on repeat
why these thoughts images feelings
sensations movements words and deeds
everything is together but not always apparent
cause we are trapped inside the curvature of mind
evolving in tunnels unexcavated trenches
breaking loose on wider routes only when there is time
our thought trapped on certain orbits of habit
on the available energetic level at one time
the same way as our well behaved atoms spin their wonder
the same way as everything is evolving into its waterfall
imagination is the way I play with myself,
with you and them and the world
for destroying the habit of seeing hearing interpreting
we play language games everytime
we don't use the right thoughts for emerging bulshit
straightforward bullets deepening confusions
deceptions limitations judging&comparing
seduction of half truths and easy routes
or inventing enemies
so ask questions get answers
ask the same questions get other answers
I allow my mind to flow in unknown spaces
only because I learn from those
who attempt true learning
I am really forced to listen rather carefully
to the music of thinking
but about this in another poem
for now I'm listening to these feelings
and it might get unbearable
to recognize the disintegration of the night
information everywhere you look
you can wear your thoughts as your shoelace
or you can envision perhaps this poliphony of meaning
cause thought is no other than a form of relating everything to everything else
there are crystals of meaning cause we need more facets
they need to be smashed and reinvented
don't be afraid the riverbed will stay pretty much the same
it's fine to know what you know and there
is so much that we don't
we are not innocent creatures in not knowing
only sometimes perhaps
we need to listen to our deeper thoughts
who is the dancer who is the dance
what about this pain, always this pain
I don't know if you know
that turns the marriage of body&mind into
the marriage of heaven&hell,
as Blake put it
some don't believe in the Gulag of the mind
so the fate of the unconscious is to repeat itself
when it is just the psychoanalytic bulshit
they don't need they don't care they protest against
you see there is also this sweet sweet desire for not knowing
perhaps I am waiting for my mind
your mind/the collective mind
to embrace me
to embrace you
to embrace itself
Jan 16, 2023
Jan 16, 2023 at 2:17 PM UTC
darkness can come over us at any time, when we least expect it
turns our day into night, my darkness hides monsters, they are faceless
and yet each one,has my face, a face of mistakes
each bloodsoaked line, tells its own story
a grain of sand in a lifetime, of blood guts, and glory
a page in a book, a look into someones life
a good read, or a reason to hide, float away on the tide
i watch people, not people like me, there arnt any
just regular mr and mrs smith
i watch them shop, chat, buy, sell, argue,
i watch them watch me, i wonder do we all just watch each other
do sisters watch brothers, sons and daughters,
fathers and mothers, we all watch the clock, tick tock
time running out, death getting closer,life going out
people rush to get somewhere, rush to get back
sit for 5 mins and think about rushing, for this and that
not taking time to chat, laugh, or nap
no time to rest, just headless chickins
searching for slim pickings, life has to offer
sheep that bleet, waiting to be meat, on some fat ******** table
stuffing it in, relaying some useless fable
to guests that have requests, to be entertained
wine and dine, pass the time, like fat swines
feeding and breeding, living to eat, to consume
we are nothing, nothing that matters anyway
we just eat, bulshit, die, and fade away
we are here for a short stay, in this coffin life
living in stone tombs, for a price
noyone cares, noyone is nice, we are all rats and mice
kids and a wife
a sharp knife, to cut my own throat
bleed me dry, make me cry
leave this life, its not nice,
daytime fading, darkness waiting, life escaping
i dont care, nothing left here for me anymore
i am sick of being life,s *****
cant do it , feel sick, cant look in the mirror, to face myself
i am a blank expression,
eyes cloud over, time has run out, i am free, dont cry for me
i am finally where i need to be,
alone, in the ground, not a sound,
cold, old, no more storys to be told
just darknesss
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 6:05 AM UTC
Like a fawn looking into the barrel of a shotgun
Your naivety is what got you here; pending
Just a few bad decisions away from letting the bullet tear apart your head
And feed the forest the uncountable remains of your brain
It’ll be your worst nightmare
Something you were incapable of foreseeing
Your eyes painted with a sedated glaze
Drool seeping out of the corner of your mouth
Unable to see the harm in anything
So pretty
So pretty
So pretty
Everything is just a landscape for me to paint my happiness on
The sun greets me with a warm embrace
And the birds make the gift of hearing that much better
Get ready for me world, I am the magical spark who was born
To break up your system
To show you what a real human being was meant to accomplish
I’ll emanate courage that would make Jesus weep
I don’t care what history has to say
Holocausts, crusades, war
All of it means nothing because I am here
Wall street, poverty, oil spills
All of it because there were a few bad eggs
But people
People are all right
Most of them don’t mean it
What do you mean how?
They just don’t
Please don’t **** your gun
I wanted to be a lawyer and help the people who cant help themselves
But I’m just a person that no one will help either
But they don’t mean it
They would help me if they could
They just need my spark
My love
My courage
And they’ll see what they can be
Please, get that away from my temple
I wanted to show them all,
I wanted to uphold my values
And show them the benefits of having morals
Please, I can forgive you if you just let me go
I see your soul and it’s just been a little damaged
Nothing positivity can’t fix
I believe in people
They aren’t the way they are on purpose….
Boom
You left your mark on this landscape and it’s bright red
Are you peering down? Saying it’s your love instead of your blood
Are you looking at your killer? Saying it was a misunderstanding instead of hatred
Are you looking at Positivity?
Picking its teeth with a toothpick,
Full of the bulshit you’ve been feeding it
Until it’s never-ending stomach gave into its gluttony
And gobbled you whole
Left you a carcass
Buried you
So you could be another part of the ground
Where Coke cans and McDonalds bags provide you with a permanent quilt
The sun shining on you nevermore
Nov 3, 2011
Nov 3, 2011 at 11:03 AM UTC
The check is in the mail.
This won't hurt a bit.
I'm good for it bro.
If I'm lying, I'm dying.
I got yer back
This contract is iron clad
Lil old lady drove this car for 10 years..no problems
Love cherish honor and Oleh.....
Pasa grande....for you papa... with.a flourish
Bulshit comes in big piles . End of the day. You gotta pay to play
Give the devil his due
Or the devil.with you.
The. Bait and switch.
Hill and.gully, running in the rutts or into a.sixth
Keep friends close.enemies closer.
Back stabbers get thumb-ectomies.
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 3:27 PM UTC
"Why don't you just cheer up?"
Why don't you just shut the **** up?
"You have such a miserable tone in your voice."
Thank you ******* I know
You think I'm ******* happy?
No one is ever ******* happy
So don't go on and tell me your sappy bulshit that I don't want to hear
Happiness is just a fantasy that cannot be reached
No one knows me
I live within secrets to everyone
Do you wanna see what I hide under the sheets?
Do want to see all of the god **** pills I take?
I already know I'm ******* insane
No need to tell again
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 8:21 PM UTC
Perfect synonym of a pearl,
Yes m talking about a girl.
Daughter, sister and wife,
Plays all roles in one life.
Sacrifices for others ,
Adjusts in every circumstances,
Does all her duty perfectly,
Then why at the end she is lonely?
They pray goddess Lakshmi for wealth,
They pray Kaliiji for good health,
They pray Goddess Saraswati for knowledge,
Then why do they hesitate to have,
One such in their home?
Each day a girl is *****
You tell girls to wear properly,
Why don't you tell boys to behave properly?
Girls are killed before and sometimes after birth,
She is considered as a pressure around,
Tell me one thing males if females are not there,
Who will give birth to your next generations?
Bulshit are those who think females should be confined to kitchens,
Tell me this if they are not educated,
Who will get your kids educated?
On rakshabandhan Who is gonna tie love on your wrist?
Whom are you going to tease when in stress?
A girl is not waste it's a worth,
Preserve them, respect them
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 7:13 AM UTC
I hate this
I
Hate
This
All the words I try to put down
Are so full of ****
You'd think I had crap stuck in my teeth
I'm tired
Really ******* tired
I'm tired of being told I'm crazy
By the craziest ***** I know
Tired of being told I'M trouble
By a man who would lock up his son
Tired of being treated like the problem
Just because it's the easest choice
And I'm really ******* tired
Of trying to rhyme my poems
Rhyming is beautiful
Rhyming has rythm
And right now I don't have the patience for either
My words do not have beauty
They are full of anger and PAIN
And they do not have rythm
They are wild and uncontrollable
It's unbarable
I am a writer
I am a god **** poet
I guess I just lost my muse
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 10:57 AM UTC
I'm the oil in your purified water.
A waste in your pretty beach of broken seashells.
You're so so pretty with the natural organic lipstick of bulshit you wear.
What happened to us?
I want you away more than I want you close.
I was the green bubblegum under your shoes.
The forgotten toy you said you loved, but always lost.
I guess I'm just sick of it, but it always seems to be my fault.
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 12:25 AM UTC
I'm heading for the darkness
I'm descending into hell
Not a place I really want to be right now
Just a few short days ago they opened up my groins
Just because they wanted to shove some extra plumbing
deep inside
Only took them about nine hours
Anyway while deep inside covered in blood and gore
Somebody made a major mistake and now
I'm suffering like never before
One little mistake is all it took
A tiny slip with a scalpel blade
Been told that I will probably need a stick
For for the remainder of my days
Oh well its lucky I carve my own
Well no more wild camping
Under a tarpaulin in the woods
No more the bird song in the early ****
Because the birds don't sing in hell
Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 4:30 AM UTC