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bob Sep 2017
lights burn bright filling skies of grey
tonights the night that lies play
sickening and woahing an audience of one
burning a fire glowing for none
wrecking lives with plans they say to follow
tonight is the night lets pray for tomorrow
tonights the night that lies will play
some will leave you othrs will stay
burning down your statue with flames of dismay
tongues twisting lies set out to win
as young misting tides let us soak up the sin
tonights the night lies will play
tonights the night that sinners pray
forgiveness and salvation
for the ****** across the nation
yes tonights the night that lies will play
tonights the night what do you say
Tonights the night to party
Not just because I say
Tonights the night to party
Because it ' s the ending of the day
Throw up your hands
and yell yee haw
Grab a drink and hit the floor
Dancing without caring
That's what this party's for

The band is slightly out of tune
But, hey who gives a ****
They sound better later on
When you are really lit
By two a.m you'd think that they
Were Alabama and  George Jones
While you're trying to record them on
Your prissy little phones

This place don't karaoke
You're singing with the band
You're singing country music
It's the best in all the land
No running shoes, just cowboy boots
Will get you in the door
If you come in with a cowboy hat
Make sure it faces to the front
All the dude's they wear them backwards
And they look like a dumb c*

Tonights the night to party
Not just because I say
Tonights the night to party
Because it ' s the ending of the day
Throw up your hands
and yell yee haw
Grab a drink and hit the floor
Dancing without caring
That's what this party's for


You can listen for the steel guitar
It's there in every song
Hey man, this here's a country bar
And steel guitar , it just belongs
There's always background fiddle
Drums like Levon from The Band
Piano played like Jerry Lee
The floor's all blood and sand

You've come on out to party
Now show them how a redneck does
Knock back a few and get up here
And when you dance, you cuss
The music here will rock you
It's American through and through
It's a good old country party
It's all red white and blue
tonights the night ,that we run free
and sail across the skies
set fire to the fields of grass
and in the flames we lie.

we lie not only in the flames
but in the star crossed waters
breaking down the barriers
we oh-so-often encounter

tonights the night we pour our lives
into a cup of bree
start fights against a desperate system
a witness to the scene.

a witness to the civalized ,
crazy, ******* men
who dictate ways to justify
a spoiled genertion

tonights the night we find the face
of all and knowing truths
we'll find the land eldorado
and hang it by a noose.

destroying all the poverty
and judgment of the lives
of those who may live differently
a world of lows and highs.

tonights the night we paint the town
in cycadelic tones
groups of faceless matadors
in mass, we stand alone.

confused, we find an intrest
in paranormal things
searching for another way
to earn those angels wings.

tonights the night we stand our ground
not jump, but break the fence
embark along our epic journey
a life that could make sence

no longer will we live in fear
of all we do not know
prove, the myths are logical
across the universe we'll go.

tonights the night we sing a tune
that test the strands of our existance
and tell of all the lies
that float above our empty heads.
the drones will come alive
Umi May 2018
A single dandelion seed could turn a desert into a beautiful garden, all it needs is someone to love it and look after it ~
Because the love of light is for all to bear, it is embracing, warm and gentle, life grows out of it to rejoice it's wonderful unique touch.
Seeing the desert one should note, that light can be cruel and harsh, scorching in heat while only trying to do what's right,
Leaving behind an almost lifeless part, it becomes the kiss of death,
In the end you get lost, blinded the luminousity which was once a gift
And by the night when it covers, you lost all fear of darkness,
It already became part of what you were anyway, you didn't belong,
Without turning your back you simply let the darkness consume you,
Yet don't you see, that the nights somber appearance holds the glory of crystal starlight; a river of countless of them form the milky way,
Perhaps you are but a blossoming flower, only blooming to the kindled brightness of tonights moon, dim, yet also filled with awe,
The love of light is for all to bear, but don't overdose yourself with it,
Otherwise, it will burn you up before it leaves you rotting.

~ Umi
I decided that I will stop writing poems once I get to 161, I hope no one will miss me
Paul Donnell May 2014
I have to say,
**** this and **** that,
Everyones a ******* rat.
******* and **** them
I dont need my ******* friends.
**** your love and **** your boyfriend
I hope you two come to a tragic ******* end.
**** myself and **** my feelings
Ill make it numb and get higher than the ******* ceiling.
**** being strong 'cause i know I'm ******* weak
everything thats wrong with me its 'cause im ******* meek.
**** this life and **** the ******* world.
I'm screaming out obscenities that would make you ******* hurl.
I'm tired of this ******* anger
I'm tried of this fight.
Maybe tonights the night ill end it,
Ill say "**** it" and take the ******* knife.

And I'll bleed and bleed and ******* bleed till im lifeless on the floor and i'll scream and ******* scream till i cant say **** anymore.
You would find me occupied with tomorrows weather , flat pickin' guitar , a recipe for minced meat pie , the color of the moon and the stars in the sky ..
A grandson changing everyday , granddaughter posing for a picture , turnips in the garden , the chickens in the yard , junk mail in the box , a Persimmon tree up the road ..
Horehound candy , pitch black coffee , toasted rye bread with blueberry jelly...
Dirt roads , antique barns and tractors , cattle on the move and a plug of tobacco .
Copyright November 20 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Autumn Mar 2014
Four Years.
Four years
of high school basketball:
has come to an abrupt halt.

You see, we'd swag into the locker room.
Pump up the tunes.
throw on the black air Jordan jump suits
and whip out the pre-game moves.

The three coaches walked in
We listened to the pre-game speech
Popped a couple altoids to "keep it fresh"
then slugged a bit of water

The warm up commenced
Lay-ups
Three on Two
Shooting

One more locker room run.
Jersy's on!
But right back on to the court
Where the fans anticipate.

Just a few more shots
Now one minute left
Time for the National Anthem.
"Gentlemen remove your hats."

Pre-game nerves suddenly sink in.
"Oh say can you see."
Thoughts about the game fill my mind.
I look at the crowd, and my loving team mates.

"And now for tonights starting line-up."
Names announced.
Team has last minute words
one. two. three. "swag" ....Tip-off!

We were so good.
So athletic.
A team with 8 returning seniors
we were such ballers

Conference Champs
District Champs
But we couldn't beat them
"The best team in the state."

We weren't sad about the loss though.
We were sad that we had to leave this team.
This team that we'd been with for four years.
We loved each other more than anything.

The final moments in the locker room were bittersweet.
Tears of sadness, tears of joy
We accomplished so much, but above all
It was about the memories we made together.
ohh I'm gonna miss this
wordvango Oct 2016
the seasonings in the meat and
simmering on the stove now
the oven pre-heating
it's taco night
I got quite the audience
3 kittens and Missy
all watching it so intently
I can read their eyes and minds
they are thinking
hot **** we gonna
eat good tonights
michelle Dec 2013
Your love is like the taste of tonights first drink
So cautiously consumed
and hard to swallow,
yet so desired
Your love is the burning sensation that consumes me from the inside
The burn that slowly numbs me
The bitter taste of tonights first drink let me forget the dark side of things
Your love is tonights first drink
Well it's a hell of a feeling and a sour deal.
Hangover wreaks havoc apon my gut.
Numb my thoughts to everything i feel.


She's got her reason's I got mine.
Hours between us.
Sunrise please dont find me sobber.
Or leave me busted near that florida state line.


Drinking with the devil satan give me such heck.
My life's a play.
My soul a well thought out trainwreck.

Well big hip gal wont ya warm this bed.
Cause ya know tommorows a gift.
So let's do something to remind tombstone
he isn't yet dead.

Work that back sugar dont think twice.
Little gals may be the norm.
But thoose sticks break so easy and thoose big gals
just feel so nice.

Southern are my ways New York's far from my mind.
Todays a scratch.
So thats why im leaving my wicked past behind.

Smoked and drank tonights pay.
Big gal i love ya.
But as for a drifters soul and me ya know i can never stay.

Found my troubles in mean angry eye's  knocked
thoughts apon the deck.
My life's a gamble.
As in the rhymes of a full tome ****** and a
well thought trainwreck.
4:15  Am
Faith in the tempered evening , for the Friday night reverberation -
of hometowns just over the Shamrock green horizon
For the day end Amber-glow of well kept -
Summer gardens
Blessed is the power of tonights Harvest Moon
The Suns early dedication to the Chattahoochee flora of the coming June
For morning dew prisms that ignite rolling hayfields
For talking Indian rivers , Railroad townships and period Flour Mills
Copyright May 26 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Sam Hutcherson Mar 2011
Opener
Going out on the city of lights
Gotta rock this place
Gotta rock it right
Its nights like these we’ve been waiting for

Verse 1
Hey now, the night is young
Don’t care, who lost or won
You know, its time to get your party on
I know, its time to play
We’re done, with yesterday
The only thing that matters is today
I’ve been waiting for tonight to come
I just know we’ll have some fun

Verse 2
They try, to take the night
We can’t, give up the fight
This is, a war to make it right
Living’s, about the chance
This life’s, the greatest dance
Its time to put on your party pants
I just know that we can see
Who we are and who we want to be

Verse 3
Hey dude, love being young
It’s all, bout having fun
Realize, your life has just begun
You are, worth waiting for
Your fire, burns to the core
Life’s not, something you can ignore
Tonight’s your chance to live it up
Life is good, can’t get enough





Chorus
Tonights the night, its just begun
We’re over our heads, no place to run, It’s time
Tonight’s the night we take by storm
Tonight’s the night we are born
Again
Tonight’s our chance to live it up
Tonight is ours, we won’t grow up
Tonights where we meet our true friends
And I don’t want tonight to end

Closer
Tonight the night, has just begun
Tonight the night is all for one
Tonight’s the night we take by storm
Tonight’s the night we are born again
Our dudecation doesn’t have to end
So this one isn't as much poetry as i'd normally define it as much as it is a kickin' anthem haha
hope y'all enjoy
nivek May 2014
I have slept through a thousand thousand dreams
played my role in them all
come out the other side of sleep daily
to create my next dream while waking
walking through this day sometimes awake
and sometimes imagining the here and now
to be other than my eyes tell me
and also mixing in memories that are not
and memories that were and memories that could have been
and will be a vapored dream maybe created tonight or
maybe tomorrow or maybe in some distant future
you see i saw the dietitian this morning and i have to avoid foods

that are high in saturated fats, like low fat milk and low fat cheese

and sardines and tangarines and i have to lay low of coca cola

as well as snowdrops marshmallow chocolate, and i need to

really look after myself, in a way to make my cholesterol low

i can’t have hot chips except for oven fries, low in saturated fats

i can have gravox but it has to low in saturated fat not like fatrty gravy

i am having steak and broccoli and cauliflower tonight,

and i am grilling the steak

i bought some nuts for afternoon tea and i forgot to get the yoghurt

but i can have a tangerine for morning tea and a few nuts as well, dudes

next wednesday at the poetry slam, i am going treat myself to a coke or two

and get back into my meal plan after that is over

you see athena is going to work towards me not getting hungry between meals

but it might not work, seeing i am used to eating too much

you see i still have spurs in my foot, but athena is working towards making my feet comfortable

ya see dudes, i am going to try and make this work, i know i like coke as a cosmic drink

and it may improve the source of my life, but if i work to cutting down on coke

i might lower my cholesterol and i might feel better

you see i don’t want to go in the psych ward again, cause that is where the crazy people are

and i am not crazy, last time i was there i was a artist and writer and i performed

concerts to improve the quality of the inmates life

ya see, i like coke but i might need to cut back, so i can lower my cholesterol

and not make the dietitian say, there isn’t much point you coming here

and i think i will feel better, and think about the stories i want to write

but i don’t want to go to the nuthouse, because they are all delusional

so, dudes, i white roll with low fat cheese and sardine and tomato for lunch

i nibbled on nuts in the afternoon and for dinner i had steak and broccoli and cauliflower

and for tonights snack i will have a tangerine,

and i will try to do this every day, no cream buns for now, no coke for now

my mum will help me with some of the ingredients for what i am going to eat

sardines are good, and so is tuna and salmon

i want to save money, so if i cut back, not give up, just cut back on coke junk food etc

i will feel healthy, and if i feel angry i will write it out of me

like yummy srcummy cream buns and fruit and nut chocolates yuuuuuummmmmmmy

but athena is going to work to lower my cholesterol and make me feel better

because i feel like the forces of evil are trying to get me to do what i used to do, in 1989-90

and i still hear voices of people saying i am SHY I AM SHY, i can tell you one thing, I AM NOT SHY

i don’t want to get fought of killed and i want athena to help me from dying of high cholesterol

you see i don’t believe in fasting, and i want athena to heal my body, with each of my medications

you see i know i ran off my fat and then i became fat again, but then when i was running

i obseesed so much with it, i kept yelling at my schizophrenic voices, so running was really working

but in hindsight, i still want to walk, and hopefully i can get back into running again without the voices

so, come on guys, please help athena to bring my cholesterol down, ok
Jared Van Jun 2013
Yeah it's Jay, Mr. Self Saboteur,
Fill the bottle up thats what I got the bottle for,
Self fufillin' prophecies got me on the floor,
Drinkin' is the reason but it got me wantin' more,
Not a variety of sobriety when I'm shoppin' in the store,
Got me thinking what's the reason I'm coppin' all this for?
Jesus blood stains up on the sheets,
No Zzz's when I sleep,
All my cups filled up with alcoholic drinks,
So I'm up in that Anonymous,
Cup in hand, hungry hippopotamus,
Sayin' to the man, "I think we need a little Ciroc in us"
I've got a problem, why you think I'm stoppin' cuz?
My names Jay and the liquor's messin' me up,
Every night fellin' closer to Aaliyah,
Saw my reflection now I'm lookin' at the reaper,
Experiment with liquor so fill up my beaker!
Hand on the Bud Light,
******' with my love life,
Sippin' on the suds like,
Toast to the tough life!
This phenix burns,
Born in thorns with alcoholic horns,
Lookin' at the bottom of the bottle,
Askin' my self if my heart's this hollow,
What do I do? Toss it or swallow,
Well that is a problem for the Jay of tomorrow,
Tryin' to deal with the ills of my convictions,
Sippin' on the liquid of my sickenin' addiction,
Yeah ma, loosen up my inhibitions,
Binge drinkin' means no intermissions,
So welcome my beloved inebriation,
Cup to my mouth instead of conflict confrontation,
Sippin' on the liquid that is toxic to the nation,
Women gettin' twisted my ironic liberation,
If I drink too much I'ma keep it up,
Pinky finger up,
Worried my liver's not weak enough,
Speech slurred so I won't speak to much,
But my mouth's wide open talkin' greek and stuff,
Opps I made a mistake,
Trade Jack Daniels for tonights date,
Gotta live with the consequences that I hate,
Choosin' liquid over women that I try to sedate.
Seems like I'll never get them back,
Well I'll just have to find love within the cup that's in my lap,
So this is a toast to all the alcoholics,
Put up an empty cup, just a little symbolic,
Sacrifice love for a chick that's nymphonic,
And realize it was fine before the Hypnotic,
****...
If no ones endangered then
**** legality ..
To hell with paying for government meant for
the people denied ..
If you destroying the environment you've
destroyed your paycheck as well ..
If you need to **** children to attain your lofty means then
**** your money owed ...
I want to smoke marijuana in my home , you want
to rule the world , I want to smoke a cigarette , you want to build
a bigger , better carrier deck , I want to get high  , you want to blow cities
into the sky* ...
**** copyright tonight ....
Paula Swanson Oct 2011
There's a party going on upstairs,
your invited, to come and have a scare.
H.G. Wells, will meet you at the gate,
costumes required, hurry don't be late.

Vincent Price will be tonights D.J.
Halloween is his favorite Holiday.
He's spinning "Thriller", while dressed up as "Kiss".
Watching Claude Rains do the "Transylvania Twist".

Steve McQueen came dressed up as the "Blob",
he's serving up the zombie shish-ka-bobs.
Elsa Lanchester placed real bats within her hair.
While Marty Feldman keeps yelling "Frau Blucher".

At the stroke of the witching hour,
St. Peter amps up all the power.
A disco ball drops down from a cloud.
Out on the dance floor, forms a massive crowd.

Michael Jackson then leads them all in dance,
while Lon Chaney and Karloff take their chance,
to join the angels in harmony,
While "Monster Mash" is sang by Lugosi.

Even the Devil made it through the door.
He's the one sporting an Elvis pompadour.
So much fun is had by one and all,
at Heavens Annual Halloween Ball
Blessed are hopes keepers , the diligent and the seekers  
The light in the child's eye , the everyday miracles , the mothers intuition
A ray of sunlight aspiring for a patch of earth , inspiring
fractured hearts with the glow of the hearth , sadness replaced with abundant
mirth , a firm abutment at the bridge of despair and concern
Blessed be the touched , the tearful , the inspired and the cheerful
The declarations of Kings reborn , the gifts of charity awarded the suffering and the unsung
Copyright December 12 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Daan Dec 2014
Another morning up too soon
for the alarm clock to go off.
Another day to turn out rough.

Fishermen with new methods of baiting
tell me, teach me what it is to wait,
to patiently create
a small chance of catching
the right fish for tonights meal.

Any sound can obtain a meaning.
Any message can be leaning
towards another point.
Derek Dalziel Aug 2012
To the stars in the sky,
Bright as can be.
Tonight of all nights,
love can be set free.

Tender young hearts,
Wait at hand.
To be let loose,
and roam far lands.

emotions run deep,
within each soul.
Of a passionate delight,
to make two hearts whole.

A moment approaches,
young lad moves in.
Says away from her,
this night beginning to dim.

She looks him in the eyes,
as he looks back.
Tonights my night he says,
his emotions over pack.

He turns to her as he says,
your eyes are like stars.
Tonight of all nights,
together we'll make it ours.

He moves in grabs her hand,
whispers in her ear.
May our lips become one,
so i can make you my dear.

As lips touched,
gentle and so seductive.
Now their young lips,
have become productive.
In a old house far from the jersy shore.
Ghouls gather for in a vancant house.
For a birthday party and something more.

Pirates and she devils elvira  a mummy or two.
They awoke some old demons.
Playing games over some witches brew.

But some things are better left alone.
Trapped in the barbwire  so obscene.
They choose to raise some hell can someone text save us
on there cellphone.
The head cheerleader is now tonights top scream queen.

Nowhere to run there fighting shadows pleading for light.
It's a hell of a party.
A cake with many lit fingers  the demon wishes
you a happy ****** birthday tonight.

Scream and cry and pray to see tommorow.
Drink the witches brew.
And drown in the endless sorrow.

All victems are welcome no need for a invite.
deep in the woods its the perfect party spot.
For a demonic birthday night.
This is a write ive done under a pen name  ive had for awhile
inspired by my love of horror   and music like the misfits  
that pen name may appear hear havent decided yet haha cause  
hell i dont like to compete with myself
Airborne life circling , the pan flutes of thick
cover , gully and granite precipice awash in song
Magenta dusk towers the white pine treetops , crows
portend the birth of the moon , herons wallow in
six o'clock shadows , river dancers cross the mirrored
narrows  
Dove ballads echo for miles , gulf breezes crackle parched
canopies , a piedmont landscape offering me hope , reason
and sanity* ..
Copyright February 11 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Paula Swanson Oct 2010
There's a party going on upstairs,
your invited, to come and have a scare.
H.G. Wells, will meet you at the gate,
costumes required, hurry don't be late.

Vincent Price will be tonights D.J.
Halloween is his favorite Holiday.
He's spinning "Thriller", while dressed up as "Kiss".
Watching Claude Rains do the "Transylvania Twist".

Steve McQueen came dressed up as the "Blob",
he's serving up the zombie shish-ka-bobs.
Elsa Lanchester placed real bats within her hair.
While Marty Feldom keeps yelling "Frau Blucher".

At the stroke of the witching hour,
St. Peter amps up all the power.
A disco ball drops down from a cloud.
Out on the dance floor, forms a massive crowd.

Michael Jackson then leads them all in dance,
while Lon Chaney and Karloff take their chance,
to join the angels in harmony,
While "Monster Mash" is sang by Lugosi.

Even the Devil made it through the door.
He's the one sporting an Elvis pompadour.
So much fun is had by one and all,
at Heavens Annual Halloween Ball
Louise Apr 2013
White  as a blank canvas, a pure angelic sight

Yellow  wishes wishing I'd stopped to say 'Hello'

Purple  pleasing and caring words so thoughtful

Blue  feelings being alone without you

Green  eyes hiding tears you've never seen

Red  harsh words left isolated and unsaid

Pink  thoughts so sweet that the paper exhibits the ink

Grey  for all the words I couldn't say

Black  cloud in my mind containing qualities I lack

Cream vision, hoping you'll be in tonights dream

These are my colourful emotions
Tucked away deep inside
Yet the vivid and unpredictable rainbow is frequently arduous to hide
Eric Flaze Mar 2010
Hey you think its strange. Me leaving you today. I regret not leaving you earlier. Because i wouldve never known your name. Had your heart. You said we were the same. But i could never be that mean. I say it because you were cold. Little Mrs pretty face. I'm happy your gone. You pushing me up into the ceiling. Me pulling down your crowns. That i gave you cause I believed your fame.I heard about what youve done, staying and getting on my nerves.  But now I know I can blow out your memories. My mind at ease. From ya pain. Each day that that im away from your presence . Reminds me that the roads hold grace. No longer are you younger than me. Stress making me older.

Chorus
Your games where making me crazy. Your words where all deceived. Your heat was just a fake. Just to hide your intentions. You called it fun when you killed my heart. You took my gun and sayed it was for good reasons. Still leaving me awe struck by your insane  Pages written with green words. And stained with false blood. You wouldve done anything to hurt me.

Tuesday eating cereal in the morning .  Listen to the radio playing my tunes. Used is how you played the game. Abused, is where I stayed broken inside. But today,  Looking forward to tonights horizon. Maybe it won't be so dark now that your lost. Lost your heart along time ago.  From me to my homies. We solute good news at the ceremony of better days to come.  Rapping different rhymes. Cause these are different times. Weve changed  our rhythm. Taking our rounds pumping up the crowd. We scaz the house all night.  Pop our collars and and filling our brains with things that come with packages. Of happines. This  reminds me of what you did to get rid of it.  

Chorus:
My lady was making paranoid.    What looked real was just a joke.Your games where making me crazy. Your words where all deceived. Your heat was just a fake. Just to hide your intentions. You called it fun when you killed my heart. You took my gun and sayed it was for good reasons. Still leaving me awe struck by your insane  Pages written with green words. And stained with false blood. You wouldve done anything to hurt me, and to cut deep.

Echoes in my garage. Coming from the guitars on our porch. Belonging to us and the gang. Paparazzi flashes can't touch us cause we behind a bomb shelter. Living with our friends . The drums bringing the bang. That slams the fists in the air. All the people cheer. Glad your not hear, honey. I know youde dissapproved. Of what Ive chose. Oh well its over baby. Singing of our victory by band blinging with royalty. And our wallets stuffed with money. Packed with green dough. This reminds me of you and the things you didnt let me do.


Chorus:
My lady was making paranoid.   What looked real was just a joke.Your games where making me crazy. Your words where all deceived. Your heat was just a fake. Just to hide your intentions. You called it fun when you killed my heart. You took my gun and sayed it was for good reasons. Still leaving me awe struck by your insane  Pages written with green words. And stained with false blood. You wouldve done anything to hurt me, and to cut deep. Im relieved your gone. Im glad we're done.
rap song with good pump not true of course for me but could be a potential fast beat rap song for a band.
David Watt Aug 2010
I'm asking you a desperate favour!
just let your attention waver!,
i dont need you to remind me im alone,
i dont need you to tell me no ones waiting for me at home.

I'm asking for your compassion,
when it comes to tonights reaction,
dont wait for me till i'm on my own,
then tell me that theres no one by my lonely throne.

Just give me a break from this emptyness!
that echoes in savage wilderness.
around me are a thousand faces,
none trigger my heart to rapid races.

im waiting for you in crazy silence,
no voices offering a lovers guidence.
So leave me in my isolation,
till this heart feels loves' or any elation.
Well lookin back it seems i think little  somethin
always beat's a whole lotta nothin.
The road at night is a mystery  yerning to remain unsolved.

No direction sometimes  seems better than the reallity of
a dead in street.
Burnt out  from pills and *****.
A head that pounds with a steady rythym of
of past failures and false starts.

As in bottles we seek answers to the unasked questions
of the dammed soul and promising lie.
Four walls  a asylum  or a hotel of your choosing.

Last times regret cant match tonights need.
Burnt emotions frozen feelings.
A great  lie love is dellusion  a drug for the
junkies soul.

Cold even on a mid summers night.
I paint in colors of a doomed nature.
Void yet alluring to the naked eye.

Like a records unclear sound the flaws are what
make it true.
This writers  fire has all but faded.
I ask does that glass appear  half empty to you?
We all see it diffrent my friends.
NiTSUDD Apr 2016
To whoever can hear, Oh what am I doing.
This home holds the broken, no bites but still chewing.
Oh captain, there captain, caribbean treasure.
Is the eventual pain worth tonights pleasure?
I gaze all around, yet no direction looks brighter.
Could be in a daze but that ***** stole my lighter.
Its only my world inside my mind.
The door with the cure im sure i wont find.
Nathan Vienneau Sep 2014
Rain to snow, snow to ice. Blinded by damp hair and sleet. Running down a steep ***** with tonights beer in one hand and in the other half assed tax forms that will most likely be audited by a depressed overweight bureaucrat who gets nothing better out of life than crushing lives of young suckers who didn't pay attention or toss the wrong receipt. He doesn't want your explanations, your excuses, he wants your soul. He wants your soul to fill the void. That gaping hole that was enlarged after his wife divorced him and won sole custody of his three little children. Nothing else left but to pass on his own misery and depression
Parliamentary procedure and decorum will not work in modifying -
the government , war mongers understand nothing
save for the rifle , the pistol and the shotgun
Authority is a virulent poison dispensed
in small dosages throughout the life of the State , meant to inebriate the peasants , control freewill , to educate the young with propaganda ... 'Politicians' rule by fear and intimidation , amassing large militaries to carryout their doctrine in the name of 'peace'
Government will resort to wholesale death and destruction to secure their nationalist schemes* ..
Copyright November 29 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Here we go with more minerals

What have I done to myself

Yes I understand its bad for my health

It's just that I am infatuated with the body's chemistry

My entire existence is just bonding

I feel like a walking science project erupting

When I can't sleep I drink a little diphenhydramine

I lost myself with no where to hide

My mind is everywhere its gone for a ride

Another unsolved mystery from the land of the free dream

Don't pay any attention to me

Just a lowlife in the depths of debt

I do not charge here just free exhibiting

Skipping through scenes for a sneak peek

To avoid nasal congestion I'll spray some oxymetazoline

Drinking distilled spirits that cause impair judging

I can see my heart beat through my stomach

To release endorphins I swallow a blue dolphin

Walking distance between realms when I poison my stomach with fungus

Do you hear that?

The loudest noise in the room

Close your eyes and sync with my scripture

These poetry particles are my brain acupuncture

Cloak yourself like that alien predator

Rest in a piece of earth Grandpa I'll speak to you on the Ouija board later

They told me death was only the beginning

That means the last stage of a human being is not an ending

Life is to live. die. and repeat

I know these poems don't make sense

Everyone can read

Everyone can write

I'm more into making my readers feel
the words just right

Summon a tingle at the tip of your spine

I can not draw you a pair of graphs of paragraphs

Maybe assist you with your own parallel habitat

Adrenaline rush when my deficit attention disorder attacks

I can't speak a spoke of words and I'm stuck

Cold sweat and I'm out in the sun

Take this serum to compress your depression

Don't forget your coupon for the governments vaccination

Frying pneumonia for tonights digestion

This isn't a rap

This isn't a flow

This is not even poetry I'm not Edgar Allan Poe

I'm just like you looking for acceptance in a world of neglection
Muggle Ginger May 2014
Tonights stars look like bubbles
In a glass of champaign,
Like the world got drunk
On all the dreams we didn't chase

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