"teasers" poems
Simple words escape ever so parted lips
Voices of the sweetest seduction
My undeniable weakness
“I want you”
Whispers of the finest intentions
The warmth of your breath brushes across my ear
Fingertips glide down the shapeliest of curves
Caressing jewels
Excitement builds
Moans escape...
Drenched in the sweetest place
Passion
Inhale, Exhale
The deadliest of pleasures
My needs, your wants
All accounting for desperate measures
Start, Stop
Location is no matter
Subtract clothes
Divide legs
I speak in tongues your body loves to hear
Tracing lines in ways you cannot manage to bear
I am the worst of teasers.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 10:53 PM UTC
my polygamous relationship with you distances me from the monotony of monogamy and makes me feel lonelier than the loneliest mundane monogamist. my mere apologies for my misendeavors, the malnutritious morals of my miseducation propose metal mirrors and castaways controlled by cutting carvers, craving crazy letters and loyalty from lengthy lies and lonely lives. lethargy overtakes and vowels reign, raining drops like rainbows and rocks in rivers, rusting relationships, rusty railroads at intense intersections entwined in everything inside and nothing on the outside anymore except these
muscles. we are back at the beginning.
my mind marvels in the magic of the memories, the madness of the morbidity and the hesitations of your reaction. his, I take, is misunderstood as my misfortune, but it is not a miss, my fortune: it is a fox in feathers colorful like friendships 'fore their forfeited and feigned approval, forced for fear of polygamy tho' it promises the purest pleasure, the most personal independence and precious pearls of princes, princesses, powerful, plight-less
poetry. peace surrenders,
souls surprise themselves, surprise their cells, call for curious catastrophes to take place. colorful and calm they coincide with cooperation that can not contain the context of truth, of teases, of teasers and targets and tonal dualities and we endeavor, we endear you, we dare destroy the darkness of the devil in its disguised diamonds.
words lie at my feet like pebbles of poetry and I promise personal demise, deterioration and ridiculous obsessions- there's madness to be had and fragments to be written and I play with silly alliteration instead!
serious and serene you stare as if my sanity has slowly faded and I sternly helplessly smile shyly. I suppose you are sincerely offering me your blessing before parting, so stumbling slightly I surrender…
if this is the prevailing promise of mere mortality, I'm graciously aware I was worthy of words.
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 2:01 PM UTC
Soul reaper, night creeper, dark angels and spirit teasers.
With no hearts or hearts of ice that will not accept you as a teacher.
But beware of their lust; their lies that can make you cry,
Because only the light can shine to show your path in the night.
Soul reaper, heart stealer, evil doers and demon pleasers.
Who stay up late, with no hope but faith, that lurking out your gate.
To come in at night and take a life, leaving a family in fright with hate.
Soul reaper, evil redeemer, satan the saviour of all broken dreamers.
Why now, why here, why them at this time and hour.
Yes, death is assured to every being, but why other's are earlier.
Soul reaper, night creeper, dark angels and spirit teasers.
With no hearts or hearts of ice that will not accept you as a teacher.
But beware of their lust of lies that can make you cry,
Because only the light can shine to show your path in the night.
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 8:08 AM UTC
i want to be jolly, oh ****** jolly
the happiest man in the whole world
you see i hate yelling on the street
because i see people i know turn off me
you see i am a jolly happy soul, i believe in having fun
i likeb to boot conservos, out on their bums
i want to work in a toy factory, making toys for boys and girls
you see i am a family morals man, chuck your morals in the dunny
i want to help the kids of today, be happy little kids indeed
i am jolly, like santa claus, ** ** ** merry christmas
i am a family person, who loves to do art
i wrote a christmas carol titled silent ****
i wrote summer weather and summer wonderland too
as well stop dreaming of a white christmas
you see people want to fight me, i don’t know why
for i am a nice person, from the earth to the sky
i am not a little kid, i am a cool man, oh yeah
i drink heaps and heaps of soft drink as a replacement for a nice can of beer
i don’t preach to other people, man
so i expect nobody to preach to me
i am a buddhist artist, who is struggling, and i love to party hardy won’t ****** sturdy
i want to work, but i ain’t ready for LEAD yet
because i am a bit upset that 2xx hasn’t called me, for me to read my stories
i am not shy, but i believe i ain’t a hooligan
you see i was a hooligan this afternoon thinking i was teasing the little young dudes
but i don’t want to be a rich arrogant ****
i rang up lifeline today, because i felt my voices were becoming too much
one mate i really liked, was pat because he showed me how to cut loose and party
and i know he ain’t my daddy, but he was a very good friend
so i rang up lifeline, to calm down these voices
i don’t want to get teased by my brother and patrick, you see they will say
what’s that your still getting teased, what’s that your still getting teased
it drives me crazy, AAAAAAAAAH!
cause i am a jolly old should and a jolly old soul am i
i don’t want these schizophrenic voices
because i am smart enough to realise they ain’t true
i am a family person who loves art, and that is whist i do
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 4:31 AM UTC
the reason why mr bean has problems
is he is a doofuss, top see the men ditched him because his nye party is
jus vinegar and tree twigs, how weird is that
the reason why the kids teased him at the pool
is because he was such a ****** making it all the way to the top
and then being scared nd climbing down
the reason why his girlfriend ditched him at xmas
is because instead of a ring, he gave her a picture of a man giving a woman a ring
and a hook and mr bean is a ****** because when he was
moving the hole in the wall, he didn’t ****** well check it
another thing that makes mr bean a ****** is the real world
you see at least i pay my way, mr bean is too much of a ****** to pay his way
and another thing that makes mr bean a ****** is at the putt putt golf course
he listened too much to the golf man as he followed the ball around town
i like mr bean teasing the men, but at the hotel there was truth in the matter
that teasers only win the battle, they never win the war because at the hotel
everyone was teasing poor old mr bean
and i liked him teasing the christian man in church, that was fun
mr bean was a ****** there, because he doesn’t look at it as teasing
his character has autism, and autistic people need to be watched
mind you mr bean was a TV character, but still, all guns blazing if we put him in the real world
he does remind me of myself, but i wasn’t that much of a ******
i was just a filthy kid, i am REFORMED OR BETTER TAKE YOUR PICK
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 4:16 AM UTC
jingle splat, christmas song
jingle splat jingle splat
splatting all the day
falling on a nice cream pie
cheering all the way
jingle splat jingle splat
cheering for the mob
oh yeah, the big party dude
splatting all day long
you see on christmas eve
2 fat people have a dance
lifting up their body yeah
just to go splat on the floor
then they got right up
after 5 minutes on the ground
and then some cruel teasers said
they were the fattest people in town
ya see we go jiggle splat jingle splat
all over the dance floor, yeah
ya see we wanted to be thin my friend
but the forces of evilly made us fat
a day or 2 ago
we drank 2 bottles of egg nog oh yeah
and we got as drunk as skunks
and boy, our bellies were growing a lot
and we could hardly see our toes
as we ate the christmas cake
and then 2 ladies walked right past them
and they were as skinny as a rake
we go jingle splat jingle splat
all over the ****** floor
but we were so ****** fat
we could hardly fit through the door
jingle splat jingle splat
christmas day is near
this is the day, we splat around ya know
eating fatty food all the day
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC
November is a month
i dread, all the marking...
all the words ..... ideas
clutter up in my head....
all the hopes and ambitions
weigh heavily on my back.
the first day, my birthday
hip hip hooray!!!
then a rushing, pell mell
downward track
of red pens and meetings
going on and on and on
planning, prepping, late night stressing
then, when not at work,
not shirking, just not working
hoping to give the brain a rest
am bombarded...
like i am ******** in cheer
...continual messages of
christmas is near....
coffee and carols,
shopping and angels
harking, harking,
joy to the world, fa al lalala...
Santa queues
truly not an Ebeneezer
but Christmas teasers
in November make me grey
around the gills
fish out of water
lamb to the slaughter
and running on empty,
always empty,
just want one day...
when the world
would stop hassling
and just go away
no end of year parties...
prentending to be hale and hearty
with all sorts of colleagues
and academic smarties
no presentations of budgets..
thinner than last
no we could not fast
this area, to be on line
no it's alright, it will be just fine
while sculling copious amounts
of cheap, cheap, nasty red wine.
no hangover from said feast...
no, you be the one to corner the beast.
no more standing with mothers and others
watching children in a god awful christmas play
and clapping and chatting while little bettsy
recieves an award for knitting a sleeve
and george gets one for adding fourhundred and forty
please, please show me the door.....
not to mention hayfever,
daylight savings and more
but all this seems trivial...
when I consider
the blight of my life...
in the stakes of annuity.
the month of November has a great heart
Movember...a charity of moustache art
has an fanatic in my big, bluff,bloke
for a month he curries and cares for the
caterpillar that grows on his lip...
a fuzzy flecked monstrosity
with the mange and a weird flip.
November a month of avoiding
the succour of contact....
with that thing,
my toes curl now
thinking of it....
tho I try not to react
(after all charity begins at home)
november november
truly you are the ***
last year he bought
the ****** thing a comb
yet in the end
you are but a month
and it seems I survive you
year after year
thank god for take away meals
and long cold beers....
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 5:32 AM UTC
Last few days at school,
where saplings grew as flowering plants,
aroused sentiments and camaraderie,
friends became relatives, teasers- mates.
.
First and last day in college,
turned to be morning to noon.
Diffident souls of first day left as inflated balloons,
being wiser and bolder to fathom the sky.
Memory laden last days are deciduous trees,
We rejoice when it's green again.
3rd March 2017
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 9:19 AM UTC
you see i want you to sit there
because me, the man wants to tease you after all these years
ya see, i didn’t get to tease you when we were kids
so, i will ****** well tease you now
you see i don’t care if it hurts your feelings
i don’t care if you don’t want it
because, mate, you tried to be like us, back then
and the victim said, don’t tease me, cause i am a better artist than you will verve
you see you are a negative little ****
who doesn’t care about us, ya know you are the victim i am a bully
then the victim said, why do you like bullying
only baby men bully, cool people like me, do art
bullying is for no hopers like you who is just jealous of my talent
bullies are just jealous cowards who hate life
you see i will never be a bully, cause i love life to bits
i am better than bullies and i am better than the teasing men
you see those teasers are saying, your still getting teased or bullied
but i say, only baby men tease or bully
people who want to go to jail
you see i am cool man, they say cool you i say cool me
your a bully and i am a filthy slob, at least slobs never go to jail
i will say i am a slob forever and the bully is a little baby man wa wa wa
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 1:13 AM UTC
i like people doing what they want to do
i can’t stand people copying me
cause to me, thet are very very nerdy
i think mum is too respecting of people
too caring cause i don’t want to meet my mates when i am 70
i prefer to be living in adelaide or maybe even hollywood
have my own television sitcom
i am a slob but i am no controller
if you want to tell me to stop
just think, i won’t listen, i am a hard case
my house isn’t too bad ya see
i get it cleaned once a week ya see
i don’t have to do the family thing
for the simple reason, i haven’t got a family ha ha ha ha
you see i hate people playing with knives
knives are used to **** people with
it is horrible to **** people, HORRIBLE
I ain’t getting killed, i want people to stop saying brian’s not a cool kid
i know how not to **** people off
i like computers, they are more fun than teasing and punching people
write it out of ya, i am straight i don’t like koomarris or norms cuddling up to me, i am not gay
i am as straight as a knife, i don’t want people feel they have got to muck with me
those people are losers anyway
don’t **** and don’t pity, i don’t do that kind of thing
i was telling someone voices, but i didn’t want any pity from it
i am a computer **** kid, my family are off to bed, so they can be left alone, what losers are they
you feel better sleeping on the chair like me
i hate nobody but horrible fighters, teasers and robbers
i am a nice kid, who really knows how to behave, (yeah like a buffoon)
i don’t like people living in the past with me, saying my brother and mummy are still cool kids
they are complete and utter losers, but i don’t **** them off, causer in life, i am happy
they are angry i am happy they are angry, if patrick mucks with my mum, i will walk past
his house and blast heavy metal music or stan right to her head, there is no such thing as an adult
i am a cool person, too old to be a kid, i liked patricks voice back then, it is just mum and dad were
worried about me, rightly so, but i am loving life, people who go to bed, just go to bed to die
i liked patrick, because he teased in a cool way but i hate his voice now, because i do what i wanna do
i am not into being bullied around, just because i don’t (quotey fingers) go to bed, sleeping on the couch
is what all famous people do, i haven’t got a family, so i am hiding from you, and then they say
your father isn’t around to protect you anymore briany, so watch your step, i understand when i was young
but now i know how to behave, like a nice person, who wants to help the poor by helping at common ground
and maybe just maybe, DONATE a few tapestries
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 1:56 AM UTC
I AM SCARED OF BIG NOISES, IN LIFE, but i don’t want to be scared
you see the dog barks at me i go ahhhhh, leave me alone
you see, i hate when drunken yobbos yell at me, all because i drink their beer
you see i am scared of kids treating my like phedaphile
and i am scared of getting robbed, or mucking with robbers
all getting robbers to muck with me, because i act small for my age
i am scared of getting bullied for what i say
i don’t like people yelling at me, and sometimes i be a little young dude, to stop myself from getting robbed
i am scared if my old life will come back and rip my heart
sometimes i used to be a hooligan so i feel bigger than the family teasers
i was showing dad in the 1990s how i can try to handle teasing
but sometimes i feel the teasers are going to kidnap me to tease me
and i don’t want to be strange, i want to change
i hate when people yell at me saying SHUT UP, TRYING TO BE A YOUNG DUDE ARE YA
i don’t want to get bullied or kidnapped
and when i see a dog, i yell out ahhhhhhh ahhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhh
ahhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhh
same as if someone looked dangerous, you say ahhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhh
ahhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhh
if someone treats me like a hooligan i go annnnnnn i am a family person
i am a family person ahhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhh
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 7:54 AM UTC
Once upon a time my name
Was bloodlust,
And in its Stygian fury I came
Like thermonuclear landscaping.
I became that furnace
Into which all
Bad ideas are tossed, and which
Generates the white hot,
Ghost hound heat
To fuel a motor,
To fill a peoples’ festering maw,
Their yawning, gurgling need
For macabre dances,
And human plane crashes.
It went like that for uncounted eons,
Only mentioned in bleakly
Humorous passing,
And spoken by dry tongues, and
Unbrushed teeth.
I danced, and crashed, and
Held court on Hell’s balcony
While the sun shed morning blood,
Again and again.
All the while, black smoke built up like
Silt on the popcorn ceiling.
That **** ceiling, which dropped
Little dreams and teasers on the carpet
To be pried out by desperate fingers
Which only proved themselves to be plaster
After I had snorted them.
That **** ceiling.
The audience, for being so large, was so quiet
Biting their knuckles, and waiting, breathless
For the final blitzkrieg that would have rendered my Poland
A cratered waste.
I did not want to disappoint, crawling like a pig
Sniffing, searching, sweating, and
Not wanting to let them down.
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 3:19 AM UTC
you see i had problems with my electricity
it seemed to be pulled right out
i shouldn’t worry and i don’t worry
but it could’ve been one of the neighbours
getting sick of me yelling, i know it seemed stupid
and why would they, but i hate the fact of blaming them
it might have well as been another electricity man
but if it was someone teasing me, i say won’t you stop
PLEASE STOP PLEASE STOP PLEASE STOP TEASING LIKE THAT
it’s illegal it’s very illegal, please don’t tamper with my electricity
because if i catch them, i will call the police
i am not like lyle, i am like myself, i hate people teasing me
i made mistakes and i know i am being treated like steph from neighbours
but i just didn’t want to talk to those people who sat down on the seat near my house
i haven’t any reason to talk to them, they have problems
but if they pulled my electricity cable, it will upset me a lot, LEAVE ME ALONE
for i am a family person, who is being treated like a weird person
i have mental issues and i don’t know how to get rid of it
but the big fat rich ***** of my past, want to tease me till the day i die
i don’t really want that, i would appreciate it if the teasing would stop
i have problems but not half as bad as the problems the person who tampered with my electricity
i know i am not strong, but i don’t deserve crap teasing like this
so, you don’t have to talk to me, just stop planning to tease me
i don’t think i am a hooligan, no, i am a fun loving guy who loves life a lot
i want to do my youtube shows and not worry about being told i was too woosey to be a computer nerd
but i would like to see the people who say that and say pull their electricity cable out to see how they like it
but it won’t be me, because i am a nice person, but not cowardly nice, i want to enjoy my computer,
PLEASE STOP PLEASE STOP PLEASE STOP TEASING LIKE THAT
i feel that dad is pushing the Australian into me, by buzzing flies in my face
to protect me from those awful teasers of my past
i always was a cool dude, and i always had a lot of fun
i preferred to go to the movies or to the water park or go to the footy
rather than muck around hearing nerds say, have you been behaving
but that is a sign of not really being in trouble, i don’t believe in being a tough kid
but i hated being treated like a bad person all because i yell in the street
i yelled to stop the voices, and i told them to leave me alone
PLEASE STOP PLEASE STOP PLEASE STOP TEASING LIKE THAT
i am too nicer person to be treated like this, true or not
I AM NICE I AM NICE I AM A VERY NICE PERSON, DUDE
don’t mess with my electricity, because dudes, i deserve praise for doing writing and art and not teasing
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 2:58 AM UTC
I stood at the top of the
boy's playground
with Dave. You were
there in the girl's playground
playing skip rope with a
group of other girls.
You see that redhead?
Dave said. I looked
over at you. Yes, I said,
you know her? Heard
of her, he replied, name's
Lizbeth somethingorother,
bit of a goer a kid in her
form class said. I watched
as you skipped as two other
girls turned the rope, your
feet leaving the ground,
your skirt rising as you rose up.
You know her? Dave said.
No, I said, seen her about.
Your red hair flared in the air
as you went up like a bird
in flight. Best avoided,
Dave said, girls are mostly
my Dad said, nothing but teasers.
I nodded then talked of Mr G
in metalwork and the tea caddy
spoon I was making. You looked
over at me and smiled, waved
a hand, I waved back behind
Dave's back, wishing you would
skip again, to see your hair in
flight like a red winged bird.
Dave walked on with me slow
unleashing word on boring word.
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 3:46 PM UTC
I want o work
But people are trying to
Treat me like easy meat
Like one fucken **** tried
To get my bank details
And I stupidly gave them to him
Because he said he was from
ACTEW but I know now
And I will never make that
Mistake again
I should say that I might find it
Hard in a job because people
Will think I am easy meat
A target to tease
Once I gave a 14 year boy
A packet of smokes
And the owner of the shops
Was tearing strips off me
And the boy
Well he was just having fun
Teasing me
Like these stupid scammers on
Phone they here having fun
Teasing me too
Everyone is teasing me
Everyone is making my life
Difficult
I never get phone calls from
Friends just scammers
Never give your bank details
To scammers
They won’t get my money
Cause my account is frozen
Till I get a letter
But I heard so many people get caught up
Next time I say
I am mr gobbly goop
And I am the mayor
Of your fantasy planet you live in
Thru will never beat me
And tomorrow I wanna get up
To watch the marlins play
At 5am
Please leave me alone teasers
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 8:42 AM UTC
Watching black and white flicks
From nineteen thirty four
With overacting stars and
Rinky-tinky scores;
Heroines with painted lips
To make them twice their size
And everyone with black liner
Smeared around their eyes.
Those were the big old movies
After school in the afternoon.
There were even snappy teasers
That told us ‘coming soon”
But television was free to us
And movie shows expensive
So, my backlog memories became
Inclusive and extensive.
I still can name most of the stars
And even say the name of the flick
And name some supporting actors
And I can do it super quick.
Because that was the entertainment
In a family with no movie budget.
If a movie came on I hadn't seen,
You can be sure I would watch it.
Later TV went to color shows
And it truly made my life great.
I’d see a favorite was coming on
Like Wizard of Oz, I couldn’t wait
To see it in color! Well, at least
Once Judy and the house landed.
It was enchantment for sure
No matter how heavy handed.
But for a decade or more, I watched
And was perfectly content to see
And not have a clue about their hair
Or color that their eyes might be.
For happy in a black and white world
Pleased the young, unspoiled me.
After all, those fabulous stars
Were there for greedy young me!
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 8:11 PM UTC
All of you
What would I do without all of you
I love you and you should know that it’s true
Got my head thinking, my mind pondering
And I don’t know what to say
Not long ago you came in my way
In my heart I’m gona make a place for you to stay
For those who encourage me and frown at me
You all that I see
My head’s under water
But I’m breathing fine
You’re all crazy
And I’m out of my mind
Cuz I love all of you
I’ll lay my life for you too
Even my teasers and those haters
All my brothers, friends and sisters
Just like one plus one is two
All this that I say na true
You’re my end and my beginning
Even when I fall I’m flying
Could it be that
I love all of you
Even those times
You made me mad too
Hopeezy, Peter and Imelda
Johnbosco, Margaret and Anita
To mention a few
Can’t do without all of you
You are my downfall
You’re my muse
My best attraction
The wisest and fools
I can’t stop singing
Can’t do without you for real
Could it be that I love all of you
Even those times you made me mad too.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 10:58 AM UTC
Rain clouds hover in the night
veiling the crystal moon -
spraying steady showers
on the hills and plains below.
The Missouri stirs from slumber
spreading claws of water up its banks
as rain sheets, lashed to horizontal
saturate the fields and valleys.
Illumined by the misted moon
The river’s shoreline grows
by inches through the night -
stealing into ever higher ground.
Daybreak finds new ponds conjoined
and spilled across low lying roads
and TV teasers sound their alarms.
'Stay tuned, tape at 10: 00.'
Downpours to the west and north
saturate Mississippi valleys and
Saint Louis flood gates rumble closed.
Farmers abandon all hope for harvest.
Our screens chant nightmare litanies
of sandbag crews and second floor rescues,
crumbling levies and sunken vehicles -
a twisting farmhouse claimed for driftwood.
The clouds’ reservoirs at last are spent,
the inland sea recedes to lakes
and our weary cousins stumble home
as the Mississippi quietly relearns it banks.
March, 2008
This poem is a recollection of the great flood of 1993 but as it was written the rivers around St. Louis passed over flood stage and the city flood gates were closed. While protecting the city, the gates and levees ship the problem downstream where it intensifies the plight of small towns that are now under water. Continued rain in the Missouri and Mississippi watersheds could cause the current flood to rival that of 1993.
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 12:44 AM UTC
HE ALLAN FAMILY STORY = BRIAN IS GETTING TEASED
YA SEE BRIAN USED TO STARE LIKE, PEOPLE STEALING HIS LUNCH
AND STICKING DRAWING PINS UP HIS *** AND BEING YELLED AT
BY ****** PEOPLE AND BRIAN CAN’T STAND IT, IT’S ALRIGHT WHILE
BRIAN WAS STILL IN SCHOOL, BECAUSE KIDS TEASE, BUT IT WAS
WHEN HE STARTED WORK AT THE CANBERRA REX HOTEL, BRIAN
BOSSED PEOPLE AROUND, L;IKE HE WAS KING **** OR SOMETHING
AND TWO FILOPINOS TEASED BRIAN, BY THROWING HIS BIKE IN THE
LINEN TROLLEYBAD, AND THEN, SOME OTHER ****
YELLED AT HIM, BRIAN WAS SCARED, AND THEN STEVE YELLED AT HIM
BECAUSE BRIAN TEASED HIM, AFTER BRIAN WAS STRUGGLING WITH
THE HORRIBLE TEASING AT THE LETS COURSE, BECAUSE BRIAN PREFERRED
TO WATCH TV RATHER THAN DO WOOD WORK AND ALSO REFUSED TO PLAY VOLLEYBALL
ONE REASON IS, THAT LET’S COURSE REALLY ****** AND BRIAN HATES
WHEN EVERYONE RAN INTO HIM, BECAUSE, HE WAS SCARED OF THESE TEASERS,
IT’S NATURAL TO BE SCARED OF TEASERS, LIKE THAT, BRIAN SAID, I PREFER
TO BE IN MY OWN OWN WORLD RATHER THAN BE WITH YOU, AND AT THE
CAR DETAILING COURSE, THIS MAN CLINTON, FOLDED HIS ARMS, YA SEE
HE WAS A MECHAINC, AND THESE TWO YOUNGER ONES WERE SAYING
TO ME WOOSEY WOOSEY WOOSEY WOOSEY, POOFTER POOFTER
AND CLINTON GOT IN THE ACT TO, AS I WAS CLEANING THE CAR
CLINTON SLAMMED THE DOOR, ON ME, PERSONALLY, I FELT VERY WEIRD
FROM THAT SORT OF TEASING, BUT I AM READY FOR TEASING IF I BECOME
FAMOUS ON STAGE, YOU SEE PEOPLE ARE TEASING ME ON THE COMPUTER
AND IN REAL LIFE, I AM A FAMILY PERSON, PART OF THE ALLAN CLAN
YOU SEE, THIS TEASING WAS HORRIBLE, AND IT WAS BECAUSE BRIAN WAS STUPID
AT THE MOMENT, BRIAN LIKES DOING THINGS, IN A CREATIVE WAY
JOINING FACE BOOK, YOUTUBE AND MANY MORE INTERNET SITES
BUT THIS TEASING IS COMING THROUGH THE COSMOS BY HIS GOOD MATE PAT
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 7:00 AM UTC
even in death dad is a pain in the neck, especially in death
ya see dad died last year
and i know dad ain’t around anymore
but he’s determined to get to the bottom of me, ya know
ya know, the son who teased him, and because of that
had to remain poor, but that is ok
because poor people are nice
better than the snobby nosed rich ****** anyway
who only believing in pushing poor buggers like me around
and i don’t care what dad means anymore, cause he is dead
the old kodger is dead, yes dad was an old dogie
who never really fought through the spirit of life
and that’s why i made him a little girlie
through the POWERS of cronus
and dad is still trying to win by making young dudes
show me how my past teasers teased me
i want dad to keep his shy man away from me
so i can bring his next life closer to me, (betty campbell)
because dad used to say girls are cool
and even if the young dudes are treating me like a cool kid
dude, try and leave the mall and let the mall patrons enjoy life
because i was the only one in my family that wanted everyone to have fun
life is boring now that dad is dead, because dad is saying
please don’t party around brian because despite what you think, brian hates it
i was doing small talk with dad, I LOVE PARTYING, and dad is wrong
i don’t want to get teased, fought or bullied because i am a cool party dude, man
i am not a hooligan, no way, no fear
i am a little young dude who needs to be left alone by the old fucken hags of this town
and dad was the old fucken hag to end all old fucken hags
i am not woosey to life, oh no, i love life
i am a friend to everyone especially the poor and i am no freak
the only freak is the guy who nicked my lunch
because he was treating me like a ****
i am the poor man’s friend, and i am not a freak, leave me alone
especially if i offended your delicate nature
i am a cool young dude, way cooler than the dead duck
ya see, i like joking around with the dead, because the living are bo—ri———ng
i am cooler than anyone who hates footy, yeah, footy
is where the tough dudes are like me
ok, dad is now a little girl
and i am an artist and writer and youtube entertainer
and i am cooler than any ****** freak in this world
i don’t want dad in my head because even if i am living I’m the past
it’s because i am a cool person and not a shy person
you see i wear a hood on my head to keep warm and loving and cool
but people look at me as being rough, they are like real doofuses
or a pack of boring adults
i don’t care, because i am totally cool, dude
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 3:33 AM UTC
Teasers, itches wishin' scratches,
gentle dharma level reasons to be
attended to
now,
lest we forget
unget
ungiven sigils signifyin'finite
insignif-ican't sirs, if I can
sort the signal from the noise
-- pause, remember
watch something on the idiot box, oh yeah,
that reminds me,
here's the itch, that fully funcyanin' lie,
yellow and black warning with
magenta scars burn printed
RK Nexivm cult branded
pain proven acceptable
true children of pride,
humbling themselves,
to be the knowers
of the secret
meaning
brand name, rampaging stallion
roger out .-. -.- the code is RK okeh.
K being gone black, fade to black snappy,
tic click 256 shades from white to K
saturated all light absorbed,
out, black, night ink
itching to link
one thought to another,
peace of mind, itchless wonder
being the aim of artists intuition
given poetic licentiousness's final amen.
... now, I lay me down to sleep.
Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 6:00 AM UTC
The lost seas of writhing souls
Deep and the darkness, bucolic peasantry carrying a basin of mud
Protesting for better wages, in the bruised bulls of Wall Street
Seeking pursuit of happiness, and finding the answer
With each proceeding need and the greed just stops being a word
Mirrors and global skyscrapers, objects, all forecasted
We know what we will build for the future
A future of objectivism, and plants with books overlooking New York streets
Dreaming of better living in extravagant Manhattan
Teaching others about the poetic license, how you can lie
Blues and ***** and the breaths of the cold morsels
Murky hills, carrying pitchforks in boreal forests
Barking and biting, these are now chilly pine peaks
The heart seeks what it seeks, and omniscience and ubiquitous Gods
Like modern infrastructure, and precarious progress for the army recruit
There are plenary structures and assemblies of kitsch Kilimanjaro, replicas of mountains and wax models
Romancing each stone, and feelings of someone you once loved
You thank heaven, that she walked into the right bar
Sometimes, you hope she walks into the wrong seat and meets you
Greets you at times, as an alarm for the correct time
Tresses of eve-teasers lay ******** on great cars, some of them even make haste with purloined convertibles
Purring cats walk through Plainfield and Mclaren streets, foraging for serendipity
You'll be glad that heaven brought you to the right bar, to tell you are the right desire
In this sea of lost souls, thinking they are struggling
But, actually, they are tied to the confabulating and changing climate
Blaring horns of the bungholes and dungeons of bald men spot the madness from afar from the humble abode
All of them dying peptic ulcers, cirrhosis and drinking themselves to illness
Indemnified by their art, art is the way to explain these insecurities and voids of despair, we are a civilized bunch, right?
Jul 31, 2019
Jul 31, 2019 at 5:08 PM UTC
Life is. Winter personified.
With little teasers of summer and glimpses of spring,
fake empty promises to keep us going...
life is spiteful, and very mean.
Cruel and tempting.
Life carries in its breeze a vibe or something
that sometimes, ALMOST gives us wings...
just to remind us that we have to live on our knees
and that we will ever be suffering.
Life offers us shelter in the dark of night,
where we we cant see anything even if we open our eyes...
and we get used to it, the charcoal smears that we call life.
The familiarity visible, of what we wear inside.
What wears us out and feeds off our minds.
life is...closed. after all these years of struggling
on the path towards the salvation of our souls.
The gates of fate are the gates of gold
not what we have been told, ever closed
Nothing to look forward to, life renders us old,
outlined by all the shades of scorn.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 6:20 PM UTC
you see as i sit there doing my tapestry
i feel an itch in my stomach saying
tease the **** tease the **** tease the ****
and i want the voice to go, tease the ****
you see i don’t believe in going to bed early
i go to bed at 11.15 pm, i sit there doing my art
and people are sitting on the computer saying
he’s not like us anymore, what the **** is us
you see i don’t like it when you wave your arms about
i don’t like it, when you decide to vote me out
you see i hear the teasers are like little animals nibbling at a piece of cheese
which is my stomach
i hate it when people can’t except me being here
i have moved out now, and i am glad they voted abbott out
you see as they laugh saying ha ha ha your not a cool kid
ha ha ha ha your not a cool kid
you see i don’t like it, when people push hooligans right to me
i don’t like it, when they just are creeping into my stomach
you see it’s like i am being bitten by a mouse or rat
you see i don’t like it, when people don’t let me be what i wanna be
you see i don’t like it being told i have to drink coffee
too much caffeine too much caffeine
i hate it when people can’t except being dead
so it’s true, i hate it when my best mate is fred
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 5:56 AM UTC