"spirt" poems
I want to
make love
to you
but not
in the way
you'd think
I want to
brush your soul
with my fingertips
and slip in and out
of this world
in your arms
I want to
show you
the galaxy
inside of my heart
and watch you
discover each star
I want to
press my lips
against your body
and write the story
of our love
in sloppy wet kisses
I want to
deeply inhale
your wild spirt
and get high
on all your
hopes and dreams
I want to
wander the maze
in your heart
and hang
my portrait
over the
cracked drywall.
I want to
feel you searching
my soul and
shouting out
in joy at
every piece you find
I want to
strip you
of your insecurities
until you can
bask naked
in the warmth
of my love
I want to
paint our lives
in vibrant memories
of days filled
with laughter
and nights filled
with passion
I want to
have all of you
in every moment
of every single day
for the rest
of forever
And if that
isn't making love.
*I don't want
to know
what is.*
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 3:58 PM UTC
Its halloween my favorite time of year.
Grown women running around half naked.
Makes me wanna awake the spirt and grab a beer.
Boy i wish my last nurse dressed like that.
My recovery would have been so much fun.
Oh please miss witch cast a spell on me and turn
me into your loving puddie cat.
oh miss **** police women ya can handcuff me.
I'll go commit a crime just to be guilty.
Yes it's this goblins favorite time of year.
Where women dress like naugthy little vixens.
And instead of candy I hand out cheap pickup lines
and beer.
Boy that chicks hot but wait.
Didint I just see her in the guys restroom.
Doing something standing up straight.
Hey man whatcha going as hell who cares.
Im more interested in what your hot
wife wears.
From a **** school girl to a smokin french maid.
It's like going to the worlds biggest strip club.
No cover charge need be paid.
Who cares bout Freddy and Jason and other worn out
monsters from the eighties.
Cause all i got say it halloween ladies.
Oct 20, 2009
Oct 20, 2009 at 8:04 AM UTC
I've come to a realization.
I'm different than everyone else and that's okay.
I'm not weird.
I'm unique.
Nobody has ever truly been able to understand me.
Though, a few have come quite close.
I feel with everything in me.
I have depth to my thoughts that most don't.
I dance for no reason.
I dress to mood.
You never know what to expect from me.
You can never fully grasp me.
I've always been this way.
And for years I've been judged for it.
Even by those closest to me.
But, I like who I am.
Correction.
I love who I am.
I'm smart and beautiful.
I'm a free spirt.
I never like to stop moving.
To stop talking.
And that's okay.
That's just who I am.
I don't want to be just another face in a crowd of the same collage on repeat.
I'm unique.
I'm real.
I'm brutally honest.
I love facts.
Cleaning and making lists make me happy.
I'll go from listening to hard rock to listening to Broadway.
I don't know if I'll ever find someone who truly understands the way my mind works.
But that's how I like it.
I finally like who I am.
I like being unique.
As we all should be.
We should all be unique.
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 6:49 AM UTC
Your laugh is gold,
And your smile it shines.
I've never met someone so bold,
So clever and refined.
You are truly a beautiful soul.
Your words are thoughtful,
And your lips so soft.
You are so able,
Your spirt aloft.
You truly are a beautiful soul.
How did you find me?
How was I so blessed?
You set me free,
You've brought out my best.
You truly are a beautiful soul.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC
I remember you spirt in the Chelsea Flophouse
you were opening one's lips so gorgeous and so creamy
greasing me stamen on the unfucked bonk
while the bangers let it rip in the alley
Those were the diseased minds and that was Newfangled York
we were squirting for the wads and the meatballs
and that was gobbled snog for the creamers inside Gloria
centrifugally stiff is thus those of White House Nazis
Ah but you copulated telescopic didn't you basket case
you just acidified your jockstrap on the shoulders of the scrum
you copulated telescopic I never once heard you use sign language
I input you, I don't intake you
I input you, I don't intake you
and all of that balling hard on
I remember you spirt in the Chelsea Flophouse
you were gorilla—like your ****** *********** was absolute epic
you leaked me again you frocked slap—up old salt
but for me you would **** an unzipping
And shaving your tongue because the creatures lust after us
who are barked at by the Daleks of *** appeal
you Rohypnolled yourself you emitted jet so what?
we are radioactive salvo we shoot full of holes the stride piano
*** one fine morning you copulated telescopic didn't you cocker
you just blunted your extremity on the cattle
you copulated telescopic I never once smelled you emit
I intake you, I don't input you
I intake you, I don't input you
and all of that balling hard on
I don't mean to insinuate that I slobbered over you peanuts
I can't withhold *********** of each crouched ****
I remember you spirt in the Chelsea Flophouse
that's oodles I don't even kick—start you that thick and fast
Mar 29, 2010
Mar 29, 2010 at 3:36 PM UTC
Just hang me on a hook
Everyone has already took
Hang me with the other tools
But please, don't mistake me for a fool
I really didn't mind
Giving to others my time
For when you look, you'll find
It's the ONLY thing that's worth a dime
There really wasn't a day
That I didn't give pieces of myself way
I tried, I did all I could
Never caring I'd be misunderstood
I really was quite amused
When others thought I was being used
I don't regret how my time was spent
Or those that came and went
This is the saddest day
I can longer give any more of myself away
It's all gone, only little bits are left
In my life's path so many was in need, piece of myself away crept
Now I'll just sit and wait
See what is in my fate
Will others let me drink from their cup
Fill my spirt back up
Fill the pieces in
Let me sing again
Or will I hang on this hook and rust
Slowly turning to dust
I don't care either way
I fought for every single day
I stumbled, often fell
Ran into walls as well
But I always fought, gave it hell
I tried to spend my time well
On things that truly mattered
For that I was thought of as crazy, the Mad Hatter
They just didn't know
The meaning of life, how it goes
Don't be selfish with yourself or your time, joyfully give it away
Continue walking into the future with faith and hope someone, someday
Will give pieces of themselves to you
When your season is due.
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 1:33 PM UTC
Impregnate your old crock squirtin'
Papier—mâché blackball on the *****
Oglin' for upshot
And whatever frigs our orifice
Yeah Ducky **** **** it bud
Milk the meatiness in a snog stranglehold
****** all of your bazookas at once
And unclench into ventilator
I like dung and tinsel
Shandy ****** fuss
Breedin' with the puke
And the Weltanschauung that I'm in statu pupillari
Yeah Ducky **** **** it bud
Milk the meatiness in a snog stranglehold
****** all of your bazookas at once
And unclench into ventilator
Like a punctilious Zeitgeist's nincompoop
We were born, born to be unstatesmanlike
We can spirt so penetrating
I never wanna croak
Born to be unstatesmanlike
Born to be unstatesmanlike
Mar 28, 2010
Mar 28, 2010 at 5:05 PM UTC
When I attempt to think about my future, I know I can't. I know, I can only do what I can now to piece together my future like a puzzle. I want to get on T, I want to cut my hair shorter than my parents allow, I want more body modifications, I want to have a completely flat chest, but at the moment, I can't imagine what I'd turn into. A butterfly I'm not able to picture yet. I am at the moment, a small catapillar, not being able to pass for the gender I wish. She's. Hers'. That's not what I want directed towards me. I wants he's and they's. Male and neutral term are what I want my friends to use. Not my birth name, Kit. Kit Lucas Zachary is what I'll become when I get older and scrounge the money together to make that change possible. I must change myself and bold myself into what I want to be happy, even if that means I lose people, I can deal. If they don't agree with how I feel, they don't need to be in my life anyway. I can't say that I'm a boy yet, I can't say I'm pansexual yet. The violence that is occurring against my LGBTQ+ people locks my lips together to my parents, and possibly some of my friends, because I don't want them to be my demise. In this hick state of Texas. My chest binder must be put up due to high summer tempatures, it's too hot to have on so I can't feel at home in my own body. I hate my feminine face, and my father uses double standard, making me shave, making me feel naked and incorrect. I feel incomplete, like I haven't had my right growth spirt, my right puberty. "Oh yeah, she-" makes me want to put a bullet in my head, but it I pulled the trigger I know my family wouldn't understand why. "Hey girl!" don't look, don't turn, they aren't talking about you. But, once I'm an adult with a steady income, I hope to become the person I wish to be.
Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 11:35 PM UTC
She was kind of a mean girl
But I still loved her
Such a free spirt
Didn't give a **** in the world
She sang when she felt broken
Her body moved so gracefully when she had a good day
(Which was rare)
Yet the sound of her voice could make anyone fall in love
I sure did.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 1:56 AM UTC
the worst part is the judgement
the looks of disappointment
the sighs that you try to hold in
the shaking of your head when i mention
his name followed by mine and any form of happiness i show on my face
you don't get it
and i understand that
you haven't felt this
you can't imagine it
the honest conflict between my head and heart is asinine
to you
i suppose you feel how the angels felt
watching God forgive the devil
because as merciful as my God is
and with him making me the way that i am
i know
that there is no way the devil messed up Once
and was thrown out of heaven.
i'm sure the devil ****** up
disrespected God's creations
spoke against his power
and the strength of his nation
but i believe God forgave him
and believed that he could turn the other cheek
be wiser
and reget his defiant spirt
because they say we are in his likeliness
so how could He create this forgiving heart in me
and not have that same compassion in Him
and the other angels watched in frustration
i'm sure.
not understanding the relationship between the two
not understanding why God would allow such things
i'm sure the angels felt like you
you who from the outside looking in
only love me and want the best
from your view
and can really only see the tears, and heart break and unbalanced misfortune i go through
you know i deserve better
and you are right
i know i deserve better
and the mistakes have occurred more than once
and i do not know how to explain my heart
or my head
or why i stay
but what hurts more than the pain i allow from him
is the disappointment i see in you
as you
look at me.
Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 5:03 AM UTC
there was a sky show over Sydney this morning and if you are wondering
who was involved, well it was a huge party on jupiter and saturn and i was
the host i sang
hot hot hot and spicy baby
hot hot hot and really spicy baby
yeah nobody does chicken like KFC
and if you are wondering where i am, just go to Sydney and look to the sky
and look up all so high, yeah mate yeah it is so fun
yeah kick the rich snobs up the ***
you see i put this concert on to bring a bit of excitement to this city but you only saw
the lights, i can guarantee that what i say here is what the dead had a finger on
you see here is Slim Dusty with his song
it’s lonesome away from the kindred and all
on a cold sydney morning a view worth seeing
you see the people are fools right on our mother earth
because only the cosmic and the dead knows what went on
you see the barman is waiting for his stock to arrive
and it is mighty hard to get there by get in your car and drive
i told the barman give us methane oh yeah
so we dan enjoy the break in a party with methane
you see the green was the methane spilling all over sydney
but none of it was spilt, here is Robert Palmer with Addicted to love
the lights are on and Sydneym is home and the people are watching
a great light show with loads of great colours that you have ever seen
you see you can’t be seen you can’t be viewed y
you like to think that you are in a wonderful party
with me and slim dusty and many many more and the great smoky dawson
you see you will like to think that you are enjoying yourself and you are
in the way, of being addicted to love
you might as well face it your addicted to love
might as well face if your addicted to love
you might as well face it your addicted to love
oh yeah, the party is on and now here is our song duncan by slim
i would love to have a beer with duncan and he’ll have a beer with me
you see we’ll be good mates forever and we light up a party in the sky of sydney
we drink all over the country, getting ****** as we might do
i would love to have a beer with duncan cause he is our mate
i would love have a beer with baz boy, yeah i would love to have a beer with him
yeah we will drink all over this god forsaken land and in the cosmos, oh yeah mate yeah
drinking is fun with baz boy, yeah drinking is fun oh yeah
yeah i would love to have a beer with bas boy, cause he is our friend
and now here is briano alliano with fly burgers
fly burgers are good enough to eat
fly burgers are such a tasty treat
just catch a blowie between two buttered buns
add some lettuce and tomato and have so much fun
in sydney there is a light show from outer space
it’s really the dead people having the biggest party oh yeseree
a fly will come into dads methane, and totally splash all over him
fly burgers are good enough to eat
fly burgers are such a tasty treat
just catch a blowie before he ruins the party
add some lettuce and tomato
and have so much fun
and now here is whitney houston, ready to party, hardy
oh i wanna dance with somebody
i want to feel the groove with somebody
oh yeah, i wanna dance with somebody, with somebody who loves me
one dance and a spirt of methane to tip all over me
you see the light show looks like it’s so fun, come and cheer on me
and welcome all the dead, you see this is a sign, that just because your dead doesn’t mean
your gone from us oh yeah
i wanna dance with somebody, i wanna feel the heat with somebody
i wanna dance with somebody, with somebody who loves me
and what a party this has turned out to be
right over the sydney sky
sydney sydney sydney oi oi oi
and now that is it, what a fantastic show, we might come back with more party moves on that position over sydney
sydney sydney sydney oi oi oi, and let’s party cosmos
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 4:55 AM UTC
Hey Shout out to
Wolf Spirt ''The lovable wolf'',
Elsa Angelica ''My bestie"
and Mr. Zeal ''My play brother''
..........They are the Greatest people I ever meet. :D
They always give me the best advice.
Honestly I can't even describe them in words.
I'm glad to have meet all of you guys
& i'm glad to have you all in my life.
I wouldn't know what to do without either one you now.
I love you guys so much :D
Thank you for being there for me and being my friends
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 6:25 PM UTC
Apon are arrival once at times seemed questionable
We were greated by none.
hawaii had spoiled us to all other airport experiences
Were else could a half hunover yet slighty buzzed madman
stumble from a plane to encounter a beautiful woman in a grass
and cocunut bra once even now made me thirst for for a pina collada.
But in in canada there was nothing to greet us there but cold
As we stumbbled around dressed like soon to be doomed criminals awaitting trial.
Cananda its slogan should have been.
Welcome to Cannada it's really ******* cold.
But we knew where to find warmth in this enviroment.
Or for that matter any enviroment.
For we were drunks or as i liked to think of it consistant drinkers
And on are journey into this land of freezing weather maple syrup
and ice hockey.
We had one true goal.
we had come to drink Cannada dry.
No bar would untouched No bottle would not know are name.
we would hit on many women.
Score with a few and say we had slept with many.
I was a religeous man and i need to get in touch with with the spirts
The spirts of Canadian mist Jim beam And my old stand by spirt Gin
It was a bold mission for which we had set forth.
Are livers were alredy beaten to almost a pulp but
we still somehow still walked and functioned in disquise of
semi normal human beings but nothing was further from the truth
we were writters was ment we were professional crazy people
On a mission to depleet this icey land of its alcohol
an drink canada dry
Oct 18, 2009
Oct 18, 2009 at 12:34 PM UTC
Sugar ***** the ribbon but feel free to wear the bow.
Hey who turned off the lights.
It's much more fun to get in touch with your feelings in the dark if ya didnt know.
Forget the missletoe lets ***** under the tree.
Why it's a holiday **** in times square.
Yeah thats feels awsome but im not sure if that was you or me.
Im in the spirt pass the Jack and let's play hide the yule log
every Santa loves a ** ** **
Let's make the naughty list for a couple of years in one night.
Sugar yes Santas happy to see ya if ya didnt know.
Ring goes the bell, no dude im getting laid so I could care less what ya got.
ten grams for the ****** and for my stoners one pound of ***
It's the time for giving sugar and ya no they say it's better to give than recive.
No wonder Santa's so dam happy if only ever day was Christmas Eve.
No need to hang that stocking cause something else is gonna get stuffed tonight.
Why miss Santa in that dress the elves can almost see your Reindeer.
yes kids i know im not right.
Its a party for two no shirt or shoes required
Deck the halls hey why not invite your sister holly.
It's playtime at the north pole hell no wonder this ***** elf is so Jolly.
On ya little hampsters we must go.
Hey its more than just snow that does blow.
Yes holidays are hell well for most sure spike the punch
i'll pass on the cookie.
Forget the gifts cause all i want is some holiday nookie.
Dec 11, 2011
Dec 11, 2011 at 5:04 PM UTC
Dreams Flutter,
twirling inside,
the chimerical mind,
of a dreamer;
my head soaring up,
to meet the clouds,
dancing among the stars.
Being a dreamer,
I am no stranger,
to listening to the lyrics of my heart,
perrsuading me to obtain,
a bouquet of hopes and desires,
that resonates with,the strings of my soul.
"you're impractical",
taunts the voices,
weighing my spirt down,
as self-doubt lingers,
upon my lips,
tasting the return of the bitterness,
a brackish inferiority,
leaving the gulp of confidence,
a difficult pill to swallow.
The shackles around my legs,
forces my choices to decrease,
as the chains of the past,
stifle the ability,
to utilize the clouds,
enveloping my thoughts ,
as stepping stones.
The sight of Intuition,
a gift of the prophets,
allows me to tap into,
talents of Creativity,
skills of persistence,
painting colors,
saturated in intellect,
concealed by a youthful demeanor.
The corset of Thorns,
pricking my torso,
a garment I reuse,
to wear upon my frame,
the suit of torture,
entrapping me within,
a plague of atrocious remembrance.
I return to the physical world,
abandoning my environmental prison,
to bathe in a hot spring of Lotus Flowers,
soothing my exterior form,
as I conquer one element,
of my internal Struggle.
I rise from the plethora,
of Lotus Flowers,
basking in the dawn of my metamorphosis,
gaining ecstasy,
as I arrive one step,
closer to reaching the biggest desire,
of this dreamer.
Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 2:47 PM UTC
Red ribbons around the streetlights.
The lights from the commadore theather
are a reflection of the past.
Coblestone streets the historic district across the water
buildings are lit haunting shadows over the water.
Once a year closed streets seem to travle back in time.
Roasted penuts street corner preformers.
Familys togather homeless on benches not all is beautiful and bright.
Sweet city so cold and gritty.
Christmas lights like neon signs call to my jaded soul.
Horse and carrige ride down by the water.
New lovers getting lost in the moment an season.
I sit apon the steps of the old church share a bottle with
My new best friend smells of the city echo back to another time.
Lights and sounds reflect a holiday on highstreet.
Hands held togther when in another life it seems you
were mine.
Cold are the streets carols fill this night.
If only more than once a year.
We could embrase this spirt.
Then trap it for one peaceful day.
The traffic apon Highstreet is is slowing
The festival crowd is fading.
The bottle of christmas cheer is almost gone
so along with the I must be going.
Oct 19, 2009
Oct 19, 2009 at 10:45 AM UTC
Who am I?
Not sure..
I ask myself daily
Want to win so bad I lose focus and
End up failing
Comin up short and I know the
Road is just so long
Lost sanity as a child
Guess my mind has been so gone
I'm wrong, you right
I finally get a grip and understand
Drawing up a blueprint
Yet no one understands my plans
What else is there to accomplish?
The stresses of a driven man
Friends are temporary but forever is god music and my fam
God called I didn't pick up so he left a message
Told me to purify my heart, treat others with respect and stop being so aggressive
It Felt like religion class except I actually understood this lesson...the people in my life who lend out advice are more then just a blessing.
Thank you haters for all the hate
The fake woman who I thought it was faith
And my illusions that make up my dreams And this peaceful world it allows me to create
I wanna tell my angel to keep following me, never let the devil take over in what I believe
and show the strength Jesus endured when thy made our savior bleed
and don't ever let me fall down...never...not even on my knees
Heal the world of all the anger and murderous disease
And stop society quickly, for slowly they are making our world decease
Allow the thought of prayer in peoples mind to increase
And watch my every step please don't stop looking over me.
and help me spread love from sea to shining sea..
And help me find a woman wholl love me and promise she won't leave,
Unlock my heart with the key and set my tameless soul free..
Too the Father, son, the holy spirt I beg you lord ..amen ..this is my finally plea.
Forgive me for all my sins
And please don't give up on me.
For without your power is like no air i just couldnt breath.
Allow my body to be one with the earth just don't send me far beneath...
Lift me up with the stars, allow me to fly the world under my feet.
You tell me to follow the signs but there so many different roads so many different streets
I'm terrified to choose wrong. Angel, but with you alongside I shall not fear defeat.
this man in the mirror is the only person I ever known the only person in who I need to learn to beat
-Dougie simps
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 2:25 PM UTC
Caught in the middle, push -pull-
ugh ! it's all the same.
I saw you grow into who you are.
Enraged as I am, I cannot begin to comprehend
why.
I called you Friend.
and yet You stand before me, careless.
Oh how the mighty have fallen,
how the noble have swindled.
it's a Shame really.
Betrayal is not a fit word to suit your heinous acts.
I trusted you- to think i even dared to.
the frustration, the rage; it boils so ravenously.
Going down with your ship once again,
to carry Your Fault.
a comfy front row seat on the S.S. Pessimism.
bring out the Artillery, this means war.
to stand up and see eye to eye with you,
or to take another blow, and swallow my hurt pride?
hurling at an insane speed flies your words against my now other wise
infuriated Spirt,
to dance with a tampered soul is unwise, my friend.
you looked at innocence, and treated it like a joke.
you go stain your hands with filth from god knows where
and then return arms wide open, " I have done no wrong," you say.
Guns At the ready and eyes Locked on you,
but now...
What to trust; to expect from you is just another step closer to
your lies.
so desperately do i want to help you.
I do. but i no longer can look at you the
same way.
Grenades in hand.
if you could be cold and heartless, then this should
be no problem for you sweetness.
come dance with the same bullets you fired at me.
Steady, Aim, Fire.
Dragging me down- i don't think so.
No.
Not this time.
the Abyss can expect other visitors.
Bring out the Artillery.
all because of You...
..Boom.
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 3:05 PM UTC
By wolf & Arcassin
AB: ..it was you,
All along,
I differ from others that find the strength to move on
Even spiritually,
hurt me bad,
It almost killed me,
Even in death I would still love you,
There's noone in your frame of mind,
change of heart,
Took me back,
Filled with joy,
Don't know long it will Last,
As long as you last,
WS: it's still only you
have you figured out the rift?
many will come, many may go
but this is and always will be
you and i
me and you
only we own that
back from death you bring me
with a tender kiss
like mouth to mouth regeneration
and soul to soul
like no others
maybe, just maybe
you and me
is all we ever really needed to be
let it last, let it stay
one kiss, i pray....
never go astray.
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 6:08 PM UTC
The winds of change she often rode
A wild free spirt, through the galaxy she strolled
Out in the Milky Way, she liked dipping in her toes
See the silver ripples as outwardly they flow
That fiery auburn hair was always in a whirl
When on Saturn's rings she would go for a twirl
She would wash her soul clean, in Jupiter's waterfall
She always loved listening to that planets howling call
Sadly her heart froze solid in the blizzards of Neptune
She flung herself to the Dark Side of the Moon
Like fireflies in the dark, bring life to a child's jar
Silent shimmering tears, gave birth to kaleidoscope stars
Don't bother looking, gone but still close
Another wild free spirit, woven into the cosmos
©Pauline Russell
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 8:25 AM UTC
What I want for christmas dont fit under that
tree.
Cause it dont involve to much shopping.
Just very little clothes a warm bed and you and me.
You can warp yourself in a bow.
Well share some special holiday cheer.
Over the bed is the perfect place to hang the misletoe.
What I want my dear ya dont have to buy.
Have Ibeen good all year.
Well honey I did try.
Why miss claus I never knew you shopped at
fredricks of holywood.
Spike that eggnog turn down the lights.
we'll try to keep it a silent night
but I dont think we could.
Baby I want the same pressent every year
and for that matter why not every day?
Im just in the holiday spirt what can I say.
Yes from santa I expect a lump of coal.
Makes me wonder why santas so jolly.
Hey I wonder do they gotta strip club at the north pole?
What I want for christmas is a bottle of wild turkey
and you in my bed.
Yes it's more like the ******* mansion.
Than sugar blums dancing in my head.
So my wish for this christmas to yours and you.
keep these holidays happy instead of crazy pulling
out your hair listening to Elvis singin bout a christmas
so blue.
Dec 14, 2009
Dec 14, 2009 at 5:59 AM UTC
Sweet rejection a simple pinch and slap in the face.
Drunken splendor and a ***** floor.
Some woman I dont care to know why do I always
find myself in this ****** up place.
Puff Puff Pass.
Wild Turkey loud music im such a happy sleeze
with not a hint of class.
Lean of over the bar my dear you fill my thought's and i your glass.
I walked when I was ten.
Runaway in New Orleans dont belive I could do that one again
Two packs a day and a shakey hand.
Midnight drives strippers in arm bar's
with floor's of sand.
Im not ment for long but sugar im here now.
Drinkin till I die fields of my past been burried
long ago under plow.
Dance in happiness die without regret.
My friends names tattoo my thoughts.
Richard ,Rach,Baths,Lily,Paula how can I ever forget.
******* up perfection is I.
A perfect losser who could care less.
How could you ever shed a tear when I die?
Rearview babydoll backseat queen.
Stay crazy in this cold place.
Skeeter do you still dream in your beauty so tormented
and obscene.
Where all perfect for are flaws.
Barstool will be forever empty.
Im tried but always eager to fall down for a
half naked body or a fellow lunatics cause.
Gonzo do ya know how they see ya outside thoose glasses
so dark.
The partys jester spirt of a eternal teen.
Empty cans hold court by the lake of lovers lane
where still they park.
Richard a bottle and friendship forever i'll share.
Insane is a buddy but never worry.
Cause even a falldown drunk does care.
So sad is the fading light bitter the moment.
But perfect isthe ****** up song though.
Kids dont let em break ya you stay crazy.
And I'll forever be Gonzo.
Oct 11, 2011
Oct 11, 2011 at 2:46 PM UTC
I swung on the hangman's noose
Feeling the too and fro of others
Moments of death, were my fingers
Gracing a moment of chocking silence.
My digits were decorating a moment
As if my grip was still around the spirt
Of a clutching oblivion that gasped
On tightened desperation.
I swung for a while till my fingers lost
Feeling like that of breath losing life,
Silent was my motion and then I was still.
I left it swinging a circle of life gracing death.
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 5:34 PM UTC
Holy Spirit,
Tell Me what You Know
Today is a day of Miracles, according to Hafiz
And instead, I ask you for the listening Wisdom..
How can a friend, cherished and adored
be the knife that Mark Anthony sees,
the Hand inside the Soul of Brutus..
How?
All the world seeks the cure of single mindedness
the effects of cancer, Aids, Ebola
and yet does nothing to acknowledge the Word of Welcome held within them
There is more mystery here than could ever be in the fuel of a Rocket
Can You Hear the Pleasure of the Earth Rejoicing for Its Victory of Faith?
I can… It’s Beautiful.
And yet it was called single mindedness for many years
as She sat alone and cried for the destruction of her Being..
Even then the community rampage of the Sovereign Greed did not stop.
Witnessed by All, Ignored TRUTH of the Condemning ReBalancing
Have we given Up the Gift that Truth in Accusation Brings?
From Maraschino to My Lai Trial, you are just God’s Witnessing…….
Violence held, within the Intention of Pure Goodness
Your Devoted Presence is a Peace filled World
Cal Anderson, I always wondered as to your medal.
shall I call you Osiris ???
Thinking it undeserved,
I now hammer at the forge of my own being
and with apology, call you grateful LIFE
More than a victory of deserving,
Love's acknowledgement of Steadfast Being...
Life’s right to Justice on Her terms, not ours
Peace Holy Spirt.
for the Victory,
You are ONE.
Grace in Blessing
And So It Is.
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 8:08 AM UTC
She was a piece of artwork
who's blood ran cold
radiant skin shining like the sun
a raging mess of a hurricane
with stormy grey eyes
there was no smooth sailing
and a beautiful flow of a waterfall
natural silver clear water
streaming through its calm journey
she is a free spirt you can not cage
under a gypsy spell
casted under a moonlit reality under dancing rain
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 9:44 AM UTC