Our salvation taking
another high-life (Lip)
The middle-income lip
Our lips leaked
Being possessed the kiss
on empty

Humpty Dumpty sat
on her Lego lips
Singers the Talking Heads
Where are the feds to late
Those stolen lips
State of a wedding trips
Rainbow chalk the state was
on lip nightmare call
Being stalked (Lumber Jack)

The devil filler up poverty
The world being pulled
Push her lip up
                    > >

Arrowsmith bow and arrow
                    >>
  Losing elasticity lips go
UPSTATE gravity

"What an under(state)meant"
"The press (God Bless)
    the golden child
     lips filling in
       the gaps
What!! no comment"

 So sad we need the happy
Irish lad too many
    Sugar Dads
lip recession deadlines to meet
The curveball
Another sip we joined the
Navy but eyeshadow deep-over
the edge gray
The Seal had an unusual tail
Her lips fast food drive smashed
Her Meal

The peace lips blew far away
"Medieval Swords heart lips
            will pay"
Times come and go its excruciating
Lips went too far always mating
Imitating people takes a whole village
Of pain

But the spiritual blessing rain
In Woodstock concerts
What perks to gain
The acid trip music we can
sip each other's lips

    Now if this wasn't passion
What a state got smeared
Like a crime scene
of fashion
Her lips could rise
Like the Millenium

         Max
Playing the jazz sax
Still the income tax

But the state in a crisis
of sales tax
Star a stage minimum wage
All the states we travel her lips
The water stays refreshing where
On her body, he really sees it on
her lips nowhere else

How many states can you
count on your finger
Long lip Ranger

The Victoria Secrets
The Tra la the bra's on the
Five-star Hilton Hotel
hanger

Holding onto her guns
Going right or to the left
Powerful lips he went
off the cliff

Getting Burned and
the State tax
You earned
The Swearing
Her lip talk so caringly
Can we move her lips to
another state more cautiously
How her hips look like
they will inflate

I am not a painting by
your candlelight fate
I felt like a tax right off
Taxi yellow race her lips
on the meter money bluff
I ended up in the state of
*Michigan
Tricks are ****
Like a lip magician

Kentucky home was barrels
of Bourbon
I never said I wanted a drink
my name is Robin
Going to Deleware
what hardware did anyone care
So humble like the bumblebee
She was way too soft as her software

Have gun we travel but have lips we rumble

We need courage this world of states
can be savage
Gold bonds of "Dynasty European"
top dollar vultures mean
funds that's a grand entrance

Now I see how these states
start to unravel
California here I come right
back where
my lips started from

Her upper society lip could use
Champagne and caviar
The star was getting fat a nice trim
Grumpy beard make it a
short tax cut with him
Text and tweets no lip sweets
Rocky Colorado mountain men

French lips played art
Like Van Gogh perfect 10
Scenic route crazed
So many states should
be sued overly sexed suites

In Alaska, she was on a freeze

All the money in the world she got New York Token

All I asked the waitress
for State fair pie
My lips could have
used *Sweet Peach * so
pucker up
Don't be a sucker
Alabama state trooper
in Kansas City

What a spell click of heels

Georgia is always on my mind
Is New York only a state of
Frank Sinatra singing mind
What a big foot in her mouth
Nancy Sinatra dark lips Goth
State boots softly made
for loving that's just
what lips do one of these
Days my lips are going to
gloss all over you
Who's the Boss
So fasten your lip belts
The spiritual state always does the cross

Bumpy ride (Bette Davis) Eyes
Taking a trip to the end of the
boot of Sicily vineyards
Whats mine Jailbirds
She cut her lip when she was
in (Connecticut Movie cut)
On the Mystic Seaport lips were
getting hot ****** fit

Like a state disease fire pit
State of a lip disaster
But the state couldn't
resist her
Ending up in Arizona
Something is swizzling
it's not Kevin Bacon

Make no mistake when you plan
a state trip you better have your
weapon ready
Mafia bullets Bonnie and Clyde
they rob *Banks money Lips

You have the beauty
That enflames the heart
And enchants the soul
Within, don't hide it

Society's standards
Are ridiculous
The media's portrayal
Of what beauty is biased
We spend out of our means
To wear such and such labels
Wear pounds of make-up,
Starve ourselves,
Because who we look in
The mirror is not what
We see on tv?

What is beauty?
Is it the texture of my hair?
Is it the hue of my skin?
Is it my ethnicity?
Is it my weight?
What is beauty?

Black is beautiful
White is beautiful
Hispanic is beautiful
Asian is beautiful
Bi/multi racial is beautiful
You're beautiful
We're beautiful
We don't need society's
Validation
No, we don't need to
Be deemed perfect by society
In actual fact, it's standards
Are unatainable
So why do we strive for
Something we know is
Only an illusion?

Do we realize the impact
That media has in shaping
The way the millennium
Generation
Thinks, and behaves?
We demand change,
But we're the same people
Tuning in to the same
Shows that we protest about

We've become so engulfed
In the world of entertainment
That the word has lost
Meaning itself
Heck, I'm 18
I'm guilty of this too
Entertainment is no longer
Just that- it's crotch grabbing,
Glorified drug, alcohol abuse
And yet, we wonder why
Majority of
My generation has no substance,
No depth, and no layers

We no longer aspire to be
The Obamas, the Ghandis,
The Mandelas and so on
No! That has long passed
The 'American Dream' has
Become Kim Kardashian
And Kanye West

In all honesty,
We are our surroundings
You want change?
Let's stop watching reality tv
Maybe then these networks
Will stop producing more trash
Let's instill morals
In our children
And help them discover
The fire that burns inside
Them, the beauty within

Vines crawling
on the old mottled wall
fog bypassing
the fence
enveloping the entire
chalet
the mystic sky over the castle
a lightning awakening
the gloomy valley
ghosts and goblins floating
around
extinguishing white candles
a witch with a broom
the silver haired wizard in a black hat
standing in the darkness of spells
the enchanted princess sleeping
in the black chalet
prince charming leading a team of
knights
sinister roses blooming quietly
spitting murky fog
tongues of flames light up the dark tunnel
the prince kills the bloodthirsty bats witches and
a clan of phantoms
the prince kisses to wake the princess who’s been asleep
for a millenium.

the color green
floats around in my mind like a pool of death
bottomless in my heart
thick and dark
flowing completely
and
completely
empty

its all there
but its all gone

I am a human
but I lack all the characteristics
of a human mind
Im frigid
metal like
placid
and emotionless
you bring me forth

and I lay in my tomb
next to all my thoughts of you

death

you have annihliated me
brought me to an end
of no return
my words would never be enough

if times cures
I will feel you a millenium from now
flowing through my blood
as if we just met

People stare, but no one cares.
They look for a second or two,
then go.
faces pressed against the glass,
as they watch my tail flow.
I am trapped in a prison,
where bubbles have risen.
I'm constantly being watched.
Its been so long,
A millenium!
Where I've been stuck inside this aquarium.

So I may have to give you up.
I will give you up
Unless you tell me how you want to be with me.

If lovers need not be together to love each other then Together transformed into truth and luck
And I would give you up
Perhaps say, do not ever take him away.

My love, I want to say (Can I say) don't roam so far away from me
A moment without you is a year to drag aching shoulders with long fingernails
A sleepy guest unwelcomed after midnight, that is your goodbye.

Because, you are part of the forgotten voyages made of strawberry seas and orange trees
But I have to give you up like how trees give freely our breathing.

What was given, returns and arrives in your speak drifting, steps gliding, search farwinding, slow stroll, such is your gaze.
The way you have lingered is mine, how you looked at me is also mine.
Tears you gave me are diamonds that fell lost deep under the earth nobody else knows where to find.

Time for you to seek a love like mine, the seeking of an adventure.
An old fashioned romance historian love
Rivalling of an old century over the millenium.
Only you (in this moment) know my contribution to this world that which is only you.

Dear Chicago
I have known you since birth
Was placed on this earth at the corner of belmont and clarke
Between thrift shops and sports bars
Amidst high rises and churches
At introduction was enamoured
Fell in love at first sight
Fell in love with your capacity
Your buildings
And skyline
Fell in love
With the way the pier's ferris wheel
Glows against lake michigan
How I felt invicible
The first time I ever rode it
A tourist attraction to say the least
But to me, has always been more
Has always been comforting
I claim to hate the cold
But the snow blanketing the trees in the winter time
Is a beauty unlike any other
Is painstakingly unbearable in it's temperature
But worth it
Worth the below zero windchill
Worth the frostbitten hands and hour long commutes
The weather has yet to prevent celebration
Couples bond over frozen lips with kisses and hot chocolate
Skates click against glass ice in Millenium park
I have always thought
That the city looks best dressed in christmas
In street lights
In holiday
In togetherness
In road rage turned blessing
It is hardest to hate what is shared
And freezing cold has a way of providing unity
As does autumn
How nothing has ever been more breathtaking
Than how leaves make death look graceful
How they make fifteenth story falls seem desirable
Something about the air
Feels different in the fall
But regardless of season
There is always warmth in the food
In the deep dish pizza that settles at the bottom of hungry stomachs
In the hotdogs that cannot be imitated in any other town
I have noticed
That some things can not be replaced
And this city
That I have grown up loving
Is not one that deserves to be changed
But still
Is imperfect
Is molding
Growing in ways more negative than good
In ways unwanted
Gang violence is no longer a rarity
Earning us a top spot on the list of high ****** rates
It seems today
That gunshots and sirens
Are the only music to be heard in the streets
That the jazz born here decades ago no longer plays
Only silent cry of mother losing child
Only unanswered prayer
Reports of daily shootings have become routine
Safety is not one of the stronget attributes
And a girl like me
Would be unable to securely navigate the streets on her own
Survive in this community turned war zone
Chicago
I have loved you
For as long as I have known what love is
I have painted picture after picture of you
Admiring your intricate details
Your originality
Your parts that can not be found any place else
But there are flaws
That have forced me to leave
Have driven me thousands of miles away
You must understand
That I needed someplace
That could offer me protection when alone
Chicago
I may not be in your arms
But you will always
Hold a place
In my heart
You will always
Be home.

I was born on a leap year
Right before the Millenium
A family of five in Mexico were stabbed
Six days before I arrived
And in the same month
(But half the days)
That Rusty won the first NASCAR race
In Japan

Call me a Scorpio, I don't mind
I was born in the year of the rat
And the zodiac says that fire's my element
But I always liked my time spent in water

Pearl is to the ancients
What Topaz is today
Though neither value much
To the people on the Boeing 747
Or the Ilyushin Il-76 cargo plane
That killed 349 people
With the force of their collision

When you look up the day
That I came to be known
As another member of the living
They'll tell you all about the fatal, terrible crash
That I was too young to remember or even witness

Being born in the '90's earns me
No extra respect
No reverent awe
No special treatment
I was born too late for the long-haired peace
Disco and drugs
A John Hughes-like high school
And only my parents got away with
Sweat pants and leg warmers
Or turtleneck sweaters

I am just another 96 baby
But they don't make them like us
Anymore

(Earnestly)* I beg to move the motion
Standing on the Order Paper
In my name and those good names
Of my Right Honourable Friends.

Straight up, I’ll say, it’s right that we this House
Should debate this issue, should pass judgement.
That is democracy; that is our Right
That others elsewhere struggle for in vain.
Again I’ll say I do not disrespect
The wavering of those not yet convinced.
This is a tough choice and – yes – a stark one:
To stand down our committed troops and turn back
Or to hold firm and so continue on.

I strongly believe that we must hold firm.

The question most people will ask is not
Why does it matter – no – but why so much?
Well, as we brave this new Millenium
And face up to the Nation’s greatest threat
With our majority already stretched,
A resignation from the cabinet,
With all the other parties also split,
With everywhere the closest of allies
In disagreement while on different sides
Those who usually would not agree
Agree on this. The people, this parliament
Echo the discord with an echo made
Less bitter as time passes, not less grave.

So why, then, does it matter quite so much?
Because the outcome of our firm resolve
Will find itself determining much more
Than Iraq’s future and her peoples’ fate
More than the liberty of an whole race
Brutalized in Saddam’s sick sick name.

It will in fact decide the way in which
Britain, the world and we confront the threats
Our right to liberty requires met.
It will, what’s more, affect the UN’s role,
EU relations, Transatlantic ties,
The manners of the US in the world.
It will prove the political pattern
For a generation, perhaps more, to come.

This is no longer the time to falter;
I will not be party to such a course.
This is now the time for this house to lead;
To show that we will fearlessly confront
Terror, tyranny and dictatorships
Which threaten to put all our lives at risk.
To show that at this moment of decision
We have the courage, we have the vision
To do the right thing. I beg to move the motion…

A 1000 miles away from home
I miss my family so much
When those nights get cold and lonely
I long for a healing touch

I haven't seen my kids in a while
They must've grown a lot
My heart just aches and cries when haunted by their thought

It's been so long since i've seen my wife
She is the one who gives a purpose to my life
I miss her voice
I miss her smile
I miss her laugh
I miss everything about her

Darling.....
...without you a day feels like a millenium
And a month feels like an eternity
The sun doesn't seem to shine no more
The moon don't seem beautiful no more
Food don't taste good no more
Music don't sound sweet no more
The TV don't seem interesting no more
The emptiness of my bed just seems to eat me up

I'm stuck here in this war zone for reasons not known to me
Chaos and depression...
...that is all i see
I promise to be back as soon as i can
Back to your warm embrace...
...that is where i belong
'Coz without you i'm a body with no soul

Light camera actions
See the peeps satisfaction
Only to add subraction to
Their conscious meanwhile
I block out the nonsense
Lightin chonky fires
Create underground empires
See the Messiah
When i puff on the smoke
No choke true og bangin l o cs
Listen to my cds on the vinyl
Spinning freely
Cuz reality sees us as bids
Put that on my future kids
Who aint here yet already labelled a threat
Steady target practice
For the cops
I sharpen my mind like a cactus
Stragetize
From the moves of my enemies
Make n take
In all that ******* so i can create
A masta plan sound the band
So wars can soar n much fore
Itll last fourscore
Out of the chains leeched on my brain
Cociane still slang
In the hood govs flying in the goods
To get us caught in a bust we must
Take back our own
Cuz if not all of us will be in a funeral home

Mind of a lyricist true mystics
Is what i kick **** that slick ****
Sick.of the world **** every boy and girl
In the ghetto gettin mugged
By the police as they release
Bullets n chaos
Another body drops from the galore shots
When they could have been a somebodybut nobody
Gives us a chance only dance
With the devils surroundin my circle
I box enemies til they face purple
Chokehold wont let go so here i go
Like Mystikal spiritual i be the indiviual
Causin miracle rap oracle
Shining bright in the back lights
**** the fame i rather puff a bag of mary jane
Than a snort of ******* man

This is exactly what they wanted
Conflicts for us to hate
Lies that lulled us to sleep
and everyone’s content.
All we need to do is keep up
and this is exactly what they wanted

If I could put to words
what this year was,
I would say--
****.

**** this ******* year.

Thirteen years into
the second millenium,
was as unlucky as the number
said it would be.

This year was about
being on my own,
being sad,
being alone.

Yet I found,
poetry, and that death
could never be the answer
to questions I'd rather not ask.

I found friends
in people halfway
across the whole
world.

Love from the people
of my kind--
poets--
who loved and despaired.

This year was not
the one I would remember;
because new beginnings
are often disguised
as painful endings.

So here is to
my new beginning.

Born under the array, we must have supposed ourselves computers
Esoteric notions of Illuminism made their way, even
Into the minds of the ignorant
By way of osmosis.

The roar of society's innards amplified,
An image of human digestion made confusing half-art
In the naked sky.

This folded into neat, convenient little quanta
But the world could not hide the ugly truth:
The climate was one of dissonance, and insanity
And clinging for its couth.

Although, just like in the old symphonies--
Moments of sweetest major harmony swell up
And we find islands of peace.

From whence, I wonder, do we build a better world?

Born on the grid. Born with new potential.
Born to deeper illusions, deeper lies.
Born of a *****.

Human rivers clamber over each other
The needs and the circumstances threaten cataclysm
And readier cataclysm breeds an ultraviolet paranoia, this time.

We are the children of the new millenium.
We are lost, we are scoffed at, we are confused.
We are disbelievers, we are disoriented, we are ...true.
We are petty, we are extra, we are amused and not amused.
Change the world, slap a sticker, make it new.

She had seen a glowing screen that emitted queens
Whose skin haven't touched the sun's cheeks
But had bathed in the moon lit's creeks
It glowed and beamed like a seam with a sheen
So she loathed and loathed; hated how bronze she is
She sought remedies; burying her color in sleeves

Hear her, o deities; she's down on her knees
She had thrown about a millenium worth of pennies
Hear her, o deities; whisper secrets into her ears
Cast away her insecurities crystallizing into fears
Tell her, she need not strip her cinnamon hue
To trade for a porcelained debut
Tell her, she wore rust colored armor
Stronger and more radiant than Helios's summer
Tell her, a crown awaits in a far away throne
She can also be queen even in her earthly tones
Tell her, to embrace what she hates
For her honey dripped shade need not to be ashamed

My morena queen, snatching everybody's glance
Like a finely baked bread seen in a window in France
With hairlocks in the rhythm of romance
Like a finely chopped chocolate
Oozing with a bouquet of sweetness and a hint of fate
Oh how she wore beauty like a swan waltzing in a lake

In the schisms of light changes,
Between the honking horns of crying babies
And angry mothers,
The cars hunched in anticipation
Like the smoker’s tongue rolling
Against the teeth for that nicotine speed.
A starry-eyed woman blinked with no destination
In her husband’s Bentley.
The rumbling is the crunching grind of helmets
In a pigskin scrimmage.
I can barely stand the
            Stop-Go
            Inch-Worming
Of brake-lights.
Car’s trembling is the twitching squirrel
Panic-caught in a lightsocket.
Even if the slim traffic-conductor
That burns like plastic on the fire
Yields us through like a coaxing father,
Hollow eyes don’t yield the lethargic feet.
Remnants of the second millenium’s gas-scorn,
Our can-do attitudes goad our chariots to
            Hack
And
            Spit
Dust-Sludge in gridlocked gossip.

A little old man
With a can of coca cola
And the simplicity of existing
Sat at a table as I came and made my own place
Next to the diverse fresh faced instrument bearing men
People come and go
On bicycles
Children twirl
Photos taken on camera phones
A woman shimmies in the sunlight.

My hair is a multitude of colors
I'm always tired
But I'm thankful.

I'm thankful to be listening
Feeling
Seeing
Tasting
And there are little minor moments
Folks
That knock me down
But I massage my own back and just think
I've come this far
I'll always make it out alive
Heres to hoping they do too.

I'm sad about Orlando
I think all of America must be
We walk around the big concrete jungles hoping everyone can care
Place your wounded ego and pain aside
Don't you see the value in each others worth?

And I could think
And write a thousand poems
About how much I wish I could just meet some solid
Courageous
Proud to be on my arm
Beautiful man
But I surrender to the fact
That he will just show up when he does
Worries and fears, set them aside
I go to bed alone
And treasure it at this moment.

The faces of the audience
They look so content
Joyous
I return to sacred ground
When I need strength and newness
The most.

Neither the soul lies in wait or
My mind hangs by bloodied stakes
No not me is forced in restriction for
Through light comes a love which
Is neither clothed or naked but
Protected by the ones who live within it.

Through the apparitions of former
Ones, lying awake in the wake of history
Castle tops spin their stones weary from
The sun and all of its penetrating waves
Pedestrians on their kneels wailing for
A forgiveness they truly don't have to beg to give.

We walked through forests of mist and
Stones wet from the tears of ones who have lost
I nod toward the mountain where the fountain
Rests in a serenity of mysterious eternity where
Infinity dances alone with her bells and her brother
Hell whose hot to trot for inside he wishes he had
Never put up his hands and fought.

How we got to this world of foreign ways and
Mistaken miseries, I will never know, but the
Tired baby with all her maybes makes me wonder
If the dawn was made for her and her only.

These many people who wander through the streets,
Their faces shining but their souls beat,
Out loud I scream but no sound doth come from my mouth,
If I stay here much longer I don't think I will last a month,
For friends are shaking in their nil to none accounts and
The roads are being paved for the next with their hex
They wear with pride but they do not truly know where
High markings come from or where it future blow.

Hours sleep amongst the sands of time with pillows
Crafted from the mice of the coming millenium with
Their whiskers, their greying eyes and their jet black
Hair and inside they bear a weight which we can never
Know, it hangs on their necks like a child's red bow but
So we are christened by the highest of saintly prayers,
Whisked away to forgiveness, though few refuse to hear
The chimes of euphoric illusion, a shining diamond, a
Pool green as peacocks feather robes, nodding off for soon
We will all have to go.

Libraries hold the old shelves of thought of masteries
Gripping tight the leather and the cloth administered by
Their ministries, ordered by the highest sect. to break the
Mold, though too far and regress forward into a high
Revolution of solutions by chance of creating a medallion of
New toys for the nots to be curious about and later be shot
Admitted in the eyes of the clouds and the sun and all of nature
Piles of bone and skin and blood and elastic tendons we hold
True to the one attribute that is acute enough to carry home,
Though where exactly too, hope to see quite soon.

Once upon a millenium
I  scrawled in awkward letters
Straining for an undiscovered profundity
Not so different
From an upright creature
Some ages past
Who stroked upon
An empty page
With what he thought
Were poignant truths
And monumental metaphors
Like uprights love to leave
So as to titillate
Their future discoverers
While stretching unabashedly
To be a candidate
Future philosophers will doff
With certain validation
For unique truisms.....
I am recorded here
Wow, I said admiringly
To myself
In my true language
Hey, dat's sump'm
Eat ya heart out, Aris

Rumours were flying all around
Someone was moving in
They question at the table was
Just how long has it truly been?

Windows boarded, papered over
Not a good sign most times
But, there in the shop window
Coming soon "Broken Spines"

The street folks all were questioned
By other street folks who
knew nothing of the tenant
On the whole, nobody knew

The Bluesman worked the alleys
finding out just what he could
But, in the end, he came up empty
And here, empty was not good

The building had been vacant now
For at least ten years plus four
It was at least the old millenium
Since someone used that door

The building was a shoe store
Selling discount boots and shoes
A new tenant or an owner
Gave the street some cherished news

The bartender told the others
She tried to see in on her way
But, the window was well covered
That was all she had to say

No one knew the agent who
Brokered the deal at all
They were surprised someone was coming
Most new stores went to the mall

Cy, the Pawnbroker ventured
It must be a medics shop
No one understood the name
And the questions wouldn't stop

A young woman in the corner
ordered her breakfast and sat back
she listened closely to the council
and followed them on their mind track

She had coffee from Gianni
He served it up himself
Joe had cooked her breakfast
"Two eggs, bacon, and a shelf"

The Bluesman coughed and ventured
We'll know all we need to know in time
I'm off to have some med-cin
and rest my weary spine

The others laughed at his words
Saw him off and watched him go
He went back out to his alley
Away from where the wind did blow

The Captain followed closely
He was heading to the bar
The others closed the meeting
before he ever got too far

The woman in the corner
Paid her bill, and left a tip
She left ten dollars on the table
With a yellow paper slip

She also left beside it
A small card of olive green
She was gone and on her way
Before the little card was seen

Gianni, read it , looked around
There was now nobody there
So he read it to himself and smiled
No use, just reading to the air

It said "Catherine A. "
Seller of used books
Owner of Broken Spines
Books in need of second looks

Gianni didn't know the name
But the store just fit the street
Everyone here was damaged, flawed
Second hand....to be discreet

There has to be a story
To go with our young Catherine A
I guess we'll find out more
On the street....another day

I'm 20 years old now
And I've seen technology advance and what happens when socialites go wild
and I've been mulling this over for awhile
I began to understand why the older generations hate us and always rely on poorly researched "Truths" to debate us.

It's because of how much the world has changed.

The world has changed and immeasurable number of ways since way back in the day
From the rise of the Internet from a finicky gimmick to a major uncut media outlet
And so quickly it seems as though some rewinding is needed to some, in a manner most drastic


However progress is needed even though it is a slow and painful process, whether it be in the church or out on the streets everyone's ideas deserve to be heard no matter how bizarre because that's how we remain so unique

i am invincible
like a rock is

tough

dropped for a millenium
but if it lands
in the wrong
way perfectly

it cracks in half.

I woke up and wrote your letter
The Morning sun wash shining
After a long rainy night
I spent it trying to understand
How I am supposed to float
How the trees are supposed to wrap and squeeze
The raven on his branch
****** harm of the moon
White light through forest seeps
Forget the meaning of a moment
Pressing on the tile
How your skin was warm
And your hands alright
Fire burned from Hades that day
And the claws of demons reached up
To scratch my screams
Your parables are a common monolouge
******* in my brain
Revalations and Galatians, Ezekial, Jeremiah
John the APOSTLE to christ
Was exiled to the island Patmos
A bullet would put my brain on ice
Character Speech of Naked demons
Pouring Fire onto the world
to ash
to ash
to ash
The seven seals
Breath the ash in and out
Standing strong footed in the Millenium
Where he rules again
With an iron rod
Despair
Rebellion Screams in the blood of your young heart
A spray of ****** violence against a creator of lust
and love
and pain
and ash
The prince of peace
Whose blood anointed the sins of the childerens childrens children
Speeding up to heaven on winged steeds
Let your words pierce my armor
Unto my very bones
It is better than this pain I feel
Your own annointed son
Bleeding on an alter
Incense swirling this
I wish the mounains
Would fall upon me

whiskey is my boyfriend.
he's never clingy,
never demanding,
never threatening.
he keeps me warm at night,
and throws my problems
in a little locket i keep around
my neck.
"let the morning deal with those,"
he says,
and i never object.
why would i?
whiskey and i have been
friends for years,
but i never knew how much
i needed him until the courts stepped into
my life and stuck a **** cup under my ******* ******
with a small time bomb that
has lasted a year but
feels like a millenium.
nine more days and i think
i'll tell whiskey we need a break,
just some space.
nine more days until i can
reunite with mary and molly and all
those delicious bitter pills that my nostrils
have missed so much.
i'll always love whiskey,
and i know he'll always love me,
that's why he won't be mad
when we part.
he'll just wait for me,
he always has,
and i imagine he always
will.

I am riddled with 30. The strike of midnight, it eats me, starting at the toes, bare and lively and barely alive, I struggle along a seam. My thoughts hang on the graveside. I wonder if anyone can see this? Thirty has me, she's a cruel contender made up of sinew and string, red rope licorice and DNA, blinds me when I walk with my face in the wind, steps over me like a Chicago pothole; the entire size of an apartment, 30 lives in the laundry room, tumbling over and over until its dry, desiccate and dry.

30 sends mail from Washington State too, it don't leave no line for greetings, it don't whoopdy-whoop the white-prentenders. No flowers for Kristine, no merriness of mirth, or dog on tin roof or nothing. Absolutely nothing. Thirty is the wickedest weapon of the new millenium, nothing so fiercely glum as this- boots won't even fit me, my hands' knuckles is swollen. My socks have finished their last **** verse too. ****, man. 30 is the poison drug. Gator, 30 is Gator with speed and disease. Harmful tremors, shakes, phone                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000­00000000000000000000000000

Not death

Breathe slow

Past coil

Jealous?

We don't know

Sad as plain sight

Fake intents

Misdirection and dense

Regrets for tomorrow

Until the demon runs

Mind will be blank

Conscious without reprimand

Disgracing self

And projected shadows

Into millenium of words

That trick only inside

Gross and perfect

Figured somewhat insect

Fear of movement

Ready to read

Never to explore

A monster that is a bore

No true faces

Just stolen ink

Anger in three ports

Without the eyes to close

Ever so unsubtle

Render one cold

With love as slow as shell

Until they grow the verdure fungus

This poem is dedicated to all poets in HP of whom I am a happy participant--a very new one--like someone just entering a kindergarten

We don't carry swords
we don't fight in battle-fields
we don't seek power or fame
we are just poets--word-warriors
who put the sword to sleep
to spread that which is noble and worthy
we see the worm festering and eating
into the heart of civilisation
and shall not turn a blind eye
we will keep vigil
as silent sentinels
never mind if we are set aside
by assailants whether open or covert
we know
the world is weeping
and in the abysm of darkness
there is not a single spark of light
quo vadis  **** sapiens?
who or what will give hope
in the face of despair and disillusionment ?
because the world is weeping
we also share its tears
because hearts are broken
part of us dies
because there is loneliness and desolation
we become part of that loss and ruin
because there is poverty and deprivation
we loathe all that wealth and opulence
that seek but their own gratification
but is man born for sorrow and defeat?
where should we turn next?
is salvation and redemption in sight?

Though we are only vox clamantis in deserto
we will despair not
nor should we walk away in cowardice
we must have faith
patience
endurance
words are our bullets
compassion is our shield
will is our fortress
it might take a millenium
to bring about a brave new world
but we are the word-bearers and word-warriors
until the invisible battle is fought
and won
we will never yield

imperial candle light defies
breaths blown destructively

lives downed with double edges
****** by nescient beliefs

if we could have defended them
what would we have said?

preventing the taking of their last
with the power of our next breath

replacing new millenium latch keys
with a hand and body to embrace

loving all of our community's spirits
to pass with age. not by hatred.

in your absent all i do is missing you,
loneliness i feel all around me,
my heart travails
my body weakened
all through the night i longed for you
i longed to hold thy loving hands
to feel the warmth of thy embrace
to smell the aura of your presence,

But all i do is missing you,
all i do is drink the lonely cup
all i do is go the lonely walk
The world is boring without you by my side
my love please stay with me,
never go away from me,
stay with me all the seconds of minute,
all the minutes of hour
all the hours of day
all the days of the week
and all the weeks of the month.

for all the months of the year
all the yrears of the decade
all the decades of a century
all the centuries of  millenium
until the end of time
until all lovers are gone
until there be no mortals remain
my love be with me and never go away.
i can't go second without you
my heart is your home
I LOVE YOU FOREVER.

Long awaited fate
Death's hand reaching out to me
Should I grasp it
What would happen
Would the boney fingertips guide me
Deep into the pits of hell
Or lead me into the life I was living already
Will I ever reach the place I was condemned to be
Or will I forever walk the same corridors of this everyday life
Passing masked faces that seem to think I'm still human
I died so many years ago
Is it sad that I await my fate
To be rapped by the trident in the right hand of the devil
Speared through the chest
As my body begins to be fed on by the tormented souls
I can consider my brethern
Don't ask me why but I want to go to hell
Bask in the flames of malice
Let my decadence for the last millenium
Burn and melt from my bones
I'd rather let the rotting souls
Feast on my sins
Then bear to watch them add up
Will I go to hell or live forever
I'd prefer living forever in hell
And everyday I'm not sleeping eternally
I'm living that dream

Dear Youth of the Millenium, how are you?
What does our legacy mean to you?
We had ideals once, just like you,
Are you selling out to the system too?
Or maybe we just matured, you see,
Or was it the capitalistic economy?
We were the ones who stopped a war!
All ancient history, now times of yore,
Our ambitions we bequeath you, one day,
We hope the universe waits for you, on the way,
A letter to the future, over to you...
What does our legacy mean to you?