"steppenwolf" poems
Sapphire drops of moonlight bounced off her umbrella and a cool, smoky mist escaped her crimson lips every once and so often.There she stood alone, on a loud, bright and miserable winters’ night. Pensively gazing over the glistening city streets before her.
Echoes of light gleamed from the windows of bars and cafes. Reflections of lover’s kisses melted in a cold November rain. Live music, laughter, conversation! O what a cheerful sight is the city at night, for all but one this evening.
Such striking acts of delight and love did nothing but depress her.
This loner longs to stand with the pack and live her life, instead of merely existing. She is the Steppenwolf of her time. Unwanted and alone. And much like the original Steppenwolf, she gives and cares for others very much like family. Alas, despite her best efforts, she could never fit in.
And perhaps, never will.
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 7:51 AM UTC
With these drugs on my brain, I have some words I cannot explain.
My heart pounding never could match the beat of this Steppenwolf song.
My head was skipping like this scratched up record. I was in the clouds, with a head that felt like it was seventy steps behind my dancing body. Time has turned to liquid, and my brain wrinkles. I lean back allowing it to melt. Everything is melting, my hands, my hair, the walls, my eyebrows feel like forests. I look at the energy wave behind my closed stained eyelids. I'm beginning to drip into this puddle of blankets.
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 2:26 AM UTC
I'm gonna motivate my love tractor
From the east coast to the west
Feel it's horsepower beneath my ***
The scorching heat from the exhausts
Blistering my legs
Throwing back rock and gravel
Scattering anything in my way
I want to see the ocean before I die
I want to stop at the Grand Canyon on the way
And a dozen greasy spoons
And a dozen more biker bars
It all leads my ***** *** to the beach
Might as well be the Ganges
Baptise me in that great body of water
I love huge bodies of water
Lakes, rivers, seas...but never seen the ocean
I could make it on a Harley
Overcome my fear
Do it by myself
Biker clubs are insane
They're where I need to be
I've been listening to Steppenwolf
All my life
Get that hog out on the road
The highway and the hog is all that exists
It's another of those "becoming One" situations
I can handle it
Stay on the state highways
Avoid interstates
Maybe I should start getting high again every day
Smoking **** at least 3 times a day
Why don't I think that would still make me happy?
But it's cut into my short term memory
It's been cruel and even driven me to my knees
I have a healthy fear of what it's capable of
But if I could ride a Harley cross country
Surely I could handle doing it high as a kite
Biker girls, sorry to break your hearts
I got a respectable old lady who won't sit on the seat of a Harley
We have discussed parameters
But the sum total is you won't be getting what you want
That doesn't mean you might not get something and something valuable and life-changing at that
It's all at my discretion
Because biker girls sweep me off my feet
And the "look but you better not touch" rule is a little too strict
Especially when we make it to the ocean
Our naked bodies like a school of shark in shallow Pacific liquid
Just a **** or two before jumping in the water
Feel in good, like singing with John Kaye
******* the pusher man
My Harley-Davidson's caked with mud and sea salt, dripping gooey red dirt
Watch over 'em for me
Cuz we gonna be here for awhile
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 12:52 AM UTC
The Steppenwolfs' stepson
no stranger to the strange,
strangled in thought
and a raving wonder,
was the custom of his gaze.
The specter of Mozart's laughter
bellowed loudly,
lamping light on every cloud,
the dawn of every day,
could be trestled in his smile.
Flirting with divine perfection,
ceaselessly,
ruminating in awe,
of his sublime imaginings
nesting soundly in his noose
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 8:01 PM UTC
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
J. Morrison
AR-15, 100 shot drum magazine
.40 cal Glock semi-auto
Full body armor, riot helmet
Yes, I'm ready for the show
Yes, after all those years
Being the good, smart boy
Getting good marks
Always being polite
Pablo has finally invited me
To the "Magic Theatre"
Now all the Steppenwolves of my mind
Begin to run, teeth dripping with blood
Laughing and howling as they begin the hunt
Power vibrates through me
To the throbbing of the weapons
The screaming of the prey
Until all the magazines are empty
And I'm left alone again
Just the police asking the meaningless questions
And far away the Steppenwolf
Runs through the shadows.
Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 12:56 PM UTC
She would sit with me,
holding my hand-
at scary moments;
when i stand on the brink.
Walked beside me with firm foot steps,
when i trudged slushy paths,
and treacherous mine fields.
Her watchful eyes followed
when i climbed steep heights,
told me all that to be said,
the way she only could,
She brought me in one piece,
out of nightmares,
her gibberish endearments
gave me goosebumps,
none did ever see her cathartic dance
with me at times, i needed her most.
Secret lover she was, i thought
of my haunted soul,
how would i know
about the curse
that made her so, for ever!
Burned out and down
her i addressed each morning,
as if she can absolve me from all my sins.
She would remove hemlock, from my blood,
this life has made me drink,
to corrupt, and eliminate;
inch by inch,
sink my beleaguered ship.
She made me forget a love gone sour,
she'd take my hand in hers and kiss it till i snore.
**She soothed my mind finely, more than any shrink,
her peppermint lips tasted, witchcraft and spice.
She was the only one who knew my secret,
at the dead of night, in clouds
when moon stealthily hide,
I change and become a werewolf.**
A mad dog of a wish, selfishly
made me take that false step,
uncontrollable by my wish, i spoke forbidden words.
The spell was broken once and for all,
all i could remember was her heartrending sobs,
I stand here,
at my lonely window, overlooking-
this city of forgetfulness and pain,
in wicked words challenging me
to meet her again.
O
Jun 5, 2012
Jun 5, 2012 at 7:29 AM UTC
Two spirits live, oh, within my breast
So Goethe said, in my chest
A spark of God raging, and Mephistopheles
In the caverns of my consciousness
Jealous of a wholesome rest
And to stop the precedent
The handshake of the worm and the bird
They strive to shake my confidence
They lure me in with decadence
To rob me of my sense
One part of me will blush
The other, cry out ‘yes’
And another laughs at death
And another shakes their head
It was not Goethe who was right
But the Steppenwolf of Herman Hesse
A thousand flowers of the soul
Meek and wild, young in heart and old
And to recognise only two of them
The greatest tragedy of all
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 9:01 PM UTC
When I hear Steppenwolf I smell **** , when Foreigners playing
I'm tripping on tab tea .. Danny Joe Brown was yelling , ZZ Top was my musical religion .. Black Sabbath rocked my world , Robin Trower made my head swirl ! My Sg and Peavey would make the ground burn , my wah pedal made the Earth turn ...
Bostons first album blew my mind , Running with the Pack and a bottle of wine ....
Randolph Wilson was my occupation , Jimi Hendrix held it all together !
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 7:07 PM UTC
make it to 2060
I can't get there so
can I perchance feel free to play the
hell out of cream,
Steppenwolf makes me
as does Creedence and Who
along with Ms. Janis,
give my blues inspired
hallucinations, Youtube,
Light my Fire with my brother Jim
Play the **** outta the star spangled banner
the KING of guitar,
echo loudly :
If life is eternal the sixties best are
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 12:30 AM UTC
Steppenwolf at the door
asking if
I wanna score.
When stocktaking is not
a criminal offence,
but shoplifting is.
But
the music plays along
with the words I make up
to my song.
Jan 19, 2022
Jan 19, 2022 at 1:01 AM UTC