"gonz" poems
The hp deathstar had all but sqaushed are rebellion.
And the pub falcon was being looked for parked in front of everycyber bar across the net so it really ****** cause capt Gonzo
was really thirsty.
We had taken refuge on endor for awhile untill
thoose fury bastards got pissed over a simple misunderstanding
they sure were some horney little teddy bears .
In thinking over were to hide there was mention
of eurainus to which I replied.
Get your mind outta the gutter man.
you just said eurainus.
Cp bathsebo and R2 Swanson said s0mething to which
I jokingly replied hush the men are talking once wasnt to smart.
Ever been kick to the grown by a steel high heel shoe
hopefully the numbness will wear off.
Master golden had taught me much
but that was many drinks ago.
How am i supposed to remember that far back
yesterday was a blur.
So **** it lets kick his *** already jack skyhorner said.
Darth Elliot was mighty the battle was hell.
I would have joined in but someone had to rob the liqour
cabinet besides Honzo Gonzo a bit of a hangover.
As the stormtroppers aproached screamed like a 13 year old girl and ran to fire up the pub falcon.
As the others said what about jack I said im sorry but he's gone
it was brutle i took out as many as could.
But Jack would want us to move on.
Just then Jack appeared and said nice scream gonz.
We blasted across the gallaxy with no direction cause ya know
how guys are about asking for directions.
Fully stocked and and reloaded so to speak.
Drath Elliot was amighty foe.
But no match for the outcast girly screaming
Capt Gonzo
Mar 23, 2010
Mar 23, 2010 at 1:45 PM UTC
Gone Gonzo's not an insult it's a way to live
It's an impulse and a spirit and the **** you don't give
It's a life and a love and a heart attack
It's about no regret and never looking back
It's the kindred spirit you met in Seoul
It's the voice inside that screams **** YOU!
It's a kiss and a coffin and a knife in the back
It's seven pounds of ********
It's never going back
It's ******** rhymes while you can barely see
Why you writing
"OOOH LOOK AT ME"
It's despair, it's desire
It's through these diatribes I enact my demise
A drunk-ass kid, a broke-ass town
Who even gives a **** if I get out?
Drugs and drunks and ***** and *****
And ****** and Doors and **** THE LAW"'s
From kids in clothes I can't even afford
It's like our childhood lost it's passion
No Vietnam or Thatherism
What war on drugs no drugs just war
Is there a thing I ain't already saw?
Information's up but stocks is down
There any life left in this town?
There any heart or there any soul
Or that just another thing those ******* stole
And no I don't mean "the MAN"
I mean those ***** you call your friends
So smoke some drugs
Look out for yourself
**** some ladies
**** **** some men
Now write it all down
**** it all *****
Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 12:15 PM UTC
I been writing like a mad man and had my works passport get stamped in multiple countries .
Australia, Italy , Germany , England, Indiana .
Okay Indiana was more a state run mental institution but I was published there none the less and I liked finger painting graham crackers and crazy women so probs to them.
I mean I didn't want to visit there or anything no offense but im not a big fan off fields and chainsaw art .
I stayed busy flask in pocket and my mind constantly towards the page .
I had gained respect but still I always found my way home .
For better or worse Hello has been the house that me and few other writers built I was here from day one i'm the flaw you just can't hide .
Everyone's favorite black sheep and all around lovable train wreck.
My place was permanent .
Like me or hate me you couldn't ignore me .
Well you could try but I usually won people over or annoyed them to the point of blocking me and joining the witness relocation program but enough about my past relationships .
I was taking some time off from three months straight of chasing publication.
I posted a write at this place I called home for so many years .
It was solid as a brick **** house .
Then some kid posted a write that was total **** but had a pic of her cleavage in the restroom mirror .
It trended in two seconds had a bunch of ***** ******** telling lies in vague hopes to see more .
I knew the ship wasn't sinking it long since met its demise on the icy dark oceans floor .
You just can't compete with *******
I set my sails to the closest port .
I would share some drinks and maybe see some familiar faces .
I believe a pirate is better suited to roam than be food for the ***** .
My future is in the wind not lost within the depths .
Stay crazy hope are ships pass in the night .
And if ever we find ourselves in the same port .
First rounds on you .
Never sit and wait for decay on any level will consume you .
Stay crazy
Gonz
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 11:30 AM UTC
Forgotten fights lost conversations and past conquests loom heavy in this scene of good times and past regrets .
Can you take me to that place we know exists and all to often ignore sweetheart I'm not looking to change just be in the moment.
Dim lights and what never was the fire is a passion that never dies just is passed to another group for more of the same .
One last line and maybe take another home the emptiness suits some as time will bury us all.
Tonight is all that matters .
As we taste the wine that yesterday will never recall.
I'm the poet in the chaos and the writer in the moment That need be
Just a pawn of The words sweetheart I will be gone tommorow just the same.
Its all in a good time and a chapters end .
I will miss it one day.
Question is will they ever miss me.
Adios
Gonz
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 7:09 PM UTC
It's always when the magic hits that blissful ****** up buzz I'm alone in the bar putting up the stools up closing down as usal.
I always have one behind the bar light a cigar just soak in the silence .
It's then when it all comes back in a flood to me .
The faces of those passsed my brothers.
I pour a shot of borbon for them each.
Always making mine a double .
I imagine there laughs the bad jokes and great conversations we no longer share .
William always playing the jukebox that trademark laugh that could light a room.
Bob Warren cracking people up hitting on the women he was a one man sideshow and a old vet.
Bone .
My closest brother the guy who ****** everyone off and always made me laugh .
We'd talk for hours kick back the drinks and torment everyone around us.
Cause if we didnt **** with you.
We truly didnt give a **** about you.
I had burried them all as alone now i stand .
The smoke hung in the air as i saw them all and for a moment i wasnt alone.
It always hit hardest on nights like these .
The women will all leave you .
Love is a fire that burns beyond are control.
But the memories are the tressure bury them deep only to dig them up when you are alone .
I drank each shot as one by one they vanished from sight.
I do not believe I can bury another .
I guess in all truth I hope the next is me..
I closed the door locked it behind me the air outside was frozen.
My breath shown on the walk home.
I was alone .
Sometimes the page is far more simple than reallity of this existence.
I'm glad to have shared one last round with friends .
We can write the ending.
But life always seems to see it a different way.
Cheers
Gonz
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 2:28 PM UTC
Broken down more than I care to confess.
old roads and sweethearts of the moment the taste of bitter ends goes good with a bourbon and coke .
Blowing smoke rings across the room of some run down dive it's all part of just being me.
Tomorrow I will find good use for dark glasses and a one time call.
I'll see you in a week sugar I'm doing fine and other well intended lies just part of the drive .
Some good laughs and better drugs does it ever grow old boys?
I cant say it does but I dam sure have to late to turn back now.
A blues chord and some broken strings was it ever a choice for the gentle were never intended to understand one as perfectly wicked as me.
I been running taking shelter with whomever I can find .
Photographs of my thoughts like perfume that lingers only within my mind .
It's another journey ahead and some laughs between the vices yearn maybe it's just the urge to know we still feel a ******* thing at all are simply fuel to still make that page bleed .
Maybe you can share I have to many secrets so I guess I will just listen
with a drink in hand .
Moments last lifetimes cherish that place in which you can confide.
As the arts in the phases scattered cross dark corners and a shared embrace.
I have fallen from the mountain only to find myself on the other side again.
Watched friends fade and I still hold them true I drink with you even in your absence ****** the good will always keep my blind to the ****** up **** I no longer recall .
We run until the sunsets fade to repeat again .
Dust to bones forever the fool and always a fast friend.
I have survived it still I care to ignore the sign .
For that highway echo's something a promise can never truly deliver .
I'd stay here longer but the devils always only seconds away.
Maybe one day I will stop or maybe just hang around long enough to stick him with the tab.
Cheers Gonz
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 1:50 PM UTC
It was years ago , A fellow writer who felt it was there duty in life to judge others wrote me.
Dear John
I have read a few of your works and believe someone needs to tell you to save you the embarrassment .
Your antics are not talent your
words are muddled at best .
And your gutter sense of humor is childish and truly a embarrassment to us serious writers.
You should probably seek out a workshop or look to your fellow writers for some tips or maybe just stop writing altogether .
I read the message and laughed .
I have over thirty works in publication and far more on the way .
Opinions are like ********
And to that writer I shall leave unnamed .
Who's words fall flat on the sidewalk like a **** from a mongrel dogs ***
Hope your doing well.
I never listened then and I **** sure am not listening now.
When you hand out advice you better make **** sure your standing on solid ground before you cast a opinion
Keep writing is all I can tell you .
Through the rejections and the people that tell you to give up .
You will pass them all by eventually.
******** are not a dying breed.
Cheers
Gonz
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 12:07 AM UTC
I been drinking since I was sixteen .
That was many a moon ago.
I been in the party life most all my life .
It was a natural environment I fit in like the ******* furniture .
I played the scene for all its worth found many a warm bed seldom was it my own.
Then for awhile I stepped away .
Never from the bottle just from the scene.
Many thought the edge was gone that the wolf settled down became some old dog sleeping upon the porch.
But anything planned is often foiled by life.
And now back to what will be my cemeteries existence I return.
Alone but then again a lone wolf isn't the a wolf if not alone.
The fangs still sharp with some fresh scars on display.
False happiness and full of **** .
It wasn't my choice to return but at the party till my death shall I stay.
We all find ourselves wherever the **** we least expected .
You can't plan life but you can catch a buzz somewhere in the ******** inbetween.
Cheers
Gonz
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 1:56 PM UTC
Cosing its me so good, what Izzy name, so much to born, go matherland.
Set way a scrow, going to go, my name Ruslan, in my the book, what go to need.
Apartmen what's, so me my friend, that wich o to, you need for you.
So go my friend, this is a book, locked for go, you my in book.
So munching form, that well so good, so munching form, so in the book.
Locked for you, say to a go, that will so Mac, its o the skull.
Six months ago, to me a so, you frick the good, so ing to look.
So you friend gad, gonz in to you, friend in my book, locked for you.
So ind a book, lock me so good, that way a no, so in to go.
Its for in you
Nov 22, 2024
Nov 22, 2024 at 12:35 AM UTC