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Thanks, Love 1, Led, cheech, and suedonimn. Keep em coming.

Sleep

Well I could sleep forever
So sad
She said
Last night I would dream of something better

So lost to this world
All fallen angels and dust
We pick up the pieces together

Can’t you see we don’t live forever?
Only many known so anonymously
Disposable fallen together

We stand up for something that may never
Wake up to the binding tether

television late eat candy
I slide my hand down her panty
what is commitment?

ruthless mating rituals
seabirds are dirty
waves, clams and dogshit
id like to slap that pigs face
fuck him in his stupid uniform
seagull please shit
on this pigs head
like a different dimension with sun
out

Never take your marbles for granite
Kim Chee, my exotic asian lover,
we dined on spicey cabbage pickled
in delight of candles glow
Aged whine grows tiresome
but the cheese is thick
gives us a full belly laugh
Maine course would be lobster
if old english stopped tossing
midgets
Right toe, says the Brit
Left knee, said Kim Chee
Middle finger, I give them both
The bird is cooked and resembles
a goose
The Turkey is crooked and
needs a noose
Let the words herd and stampede
so not a one can say "where's the
beef"
Chipped from the cold
shoulder, let's make it
saucy
Bring it to a boil, deep fried
in oil followed by the
pied piper drinking from
flutes
I always wondered how I can
butter my bread and still
have enough dough to
get toasted.

Fear
Welcome to the new world where medicine can solve all your problems
Nothing to face
No pain to endure
No Love to embrace
No life to live

Live in fear
Love dies here

muddy shoes, goose poop blues
do male kangaroos
Have pouches too?
what to do
in a world so blue
do what you want
do what you do

New Balance

old shit i just dug up:

a hex-nut on her left lace
'cause she said it was lucky.
plus she found it funny that
i wasn't mucky from running.
her kicks were caked in dirt,
she never was subtle,
always broke 'em in
with a stomp in a puddle.

so i suppose its kinda telling
of her personality
and why finality's formality
tore the words out of me.
i was shimmering with chivalry
wearing british knights
and smiles as bright as la lights
each time i caught her sight.

in flip-flops from a thrift shop,
she was a sandal fan
who couldn't handle the fact
i had vans like a family man.
so as soon as i
found her feet were frigid,
i wound the eyelets tighter
to try and keep 'em rigid.

'cause its a big feat
to step away from the myth
that being double-knotted
means ties never slip.
and since i realized this,
i've worn my shoes laceless
to obtain a new balance
without the aid of leg braces.

A Little Pre St. Paddy's Day Spirit from Flogging Molly:

If I ever leave this world alive
I'll thank for all the things you did in my life
If I ever leave this world alive
I'll come back down and sit beside your
feet tonight
Wherever I am you'll always be
More than just a memory
If I ever leave this world alive

If I ever leave this world alive
I'll take on all the sadness
That I left behind
If I ever leave this world alive
The madness that you feel will soon subside
So in a word don't shed a tear
I'll be here when it all gets weird
If I ever leave this world alive

So when in doubt just call my name
Just before you go insane
If I ever leave this world
Hey I may never leave this world
But if I ever leave this world alive

She says I'm okay; I'm alright,
Though you have gone from my life
You said that it would,
Now everything should be all right

She says I'm okay; I'm alright,
Though you have gone from my life
You said that it would,
Now everything should be all right
Yeah should be alright

Spiritual Ears

Angels have been waiting for years
Your broadcasting an inner color signal
Smoking MJ enlightens and awakens
Listen to Christian music and hear
Jesus is here

~PEACE~

These are the only poems ive ever wrote. I made a blog about them on my myspace. I was dating this chick from Cali who was into painting and such. She inspired me to write some poems..

Here they go...

Life:

Sometimes i wonder is this what im made for
sometimes i wonder who I am made for
over time i Notice it is I who can know this
over time i can tell what my subliminal bliss is

through thick and thin i must struggle
through thick and thin i try not to stumble
constantly my mind wakes me with a furious rumble
with this time i can not waste and be humble

The time is now to let the creative juices flow
The time is now to wake my mind and grow
Through words and paper you can hear my voice
Through words and paper you indulge my choice

Choice of being, choice of thought
Voice of the creative, thought of the distraught
Life has brung wisdom, life has brung debate
its only me who decides what i must love and what i must hate
but there is one who inspires, But there is one who conspires
What i ponder daily and one who is not for hire
Her name is life and she is the one who controls this fire.

New Poem (1-19-09)
My wisdom teeth inspire this poem lol...

Tooth pain:

Constant rain of a constant Pain,
From my mouth to my head
The Pain is driving me insane.

Cut it away
Cut it from my mouth!
Will you please do this
And lift my spirits from the south!

The agony is suicidial,
it comes from no other rival.
It comes from within
from no other sin,
It awakes from the depth,
with a miscevious grin.

Who will stop this pain?
Is it he who profits from
such knowledgeable gain?
Or he who overseas all
and Prophets from our pain.

Give me hope,
Give me path.
but for my sake
end this wrath.


This one goes out to Neil and those who are no longer with me: (1-24-09)


Friends...
they make the best of you
Friends...
They take the rest of you
Friends...
They arent a pest to you
Friends...
They make the best with you

Always there for you
Never stabing in the back
Talking when needed
listening when heated
Oh god how you wish
to have them back

Gone forever
without a trace
all i want to do
is see your face
all i can do now
is keep the pace
til the time comes
to finish this race

Some Haiku for you...

Plucking fall flowers
From trees as dandy as these
Makes me smile with ease

_______________________

A calming nature
Nurtured by Christ within me
Saved by the Grace given

______________________

and an old poem...

How can one wage war on a thing?
What are the protocols for such a war?
Things are controlled by people
and people have little self control
Yet with ink some continue to
think things are controlled
Even the master Alchemist knows
the only way lead is turned
to gold is by selling bullets
Hot lead breaking sound barriers
Breaking down doors
Knocking on heads while
Boogy men hide in beds
with Babylons whore
Face painted ready for war
Spy games
Red dress suited to impress upon
your cranium that power and
position corrupts
Do not interrupt a man with a
gun in his hand saying
"this land is my land"
His plan is to erupt and he will
easily blow
Clocked in at the fastest times
Where rhymes and rhythm
are forbidden to speak of any
real crime
You can sing til your heart's
content "THEY" are listening

not mine, but its awesome....its by Necro and all credit should go to him.

Dealer,
Listen to me..
When i come home from work,
Feelin for an eight ball
Nose candy on my mind...
Ive come to realize,
You need me.
And if you want me to keep commin',
Then give me a free piece....
Its my birthday,
Yesterday..
Anyway, ima' go sniff this,
I'll beep you in an hour...
I hate you.

I woke up last night and got high, this weird shit was there in the morning. Usually I just go back to sleep.

The rewards of the night
Are for those who fight
It’s clearer there’s no chance
Of deals like kin and akin
In the light. It is do or die
It is the beautiful bounty
Of an “all yours” trophy
Rich as breath to yourself
Sharp as knifes chill winds
Moving “edgy” smart
As self. The water, the wet
The spawn drowned sock
Can’t be allowed to crawl
Over the boot, the heel
Must be one, black steel,
If you’re going to sit back
And enjoy the treasure
Of night. You got to be yourself
No exceptions no deceptions
To earn chance to smile
Smoking a cigarette awake
Alone, owning the night.
It is worth it.

When you grow something
In the city
You patent the bricks
In your life
You own the city
It architecture breathes for you.
the outlook is better
From the helm.
Women have a man
That commands and children
Circling on their bikes
Can cheer out their strong
Reports. Easier for a
Man. Easier for a woman
With a sound concrete smile
Of green growth
Can make the way
Across faces.
Minds amongst. Minds amongst.
And not mice, the dividing line
When you own the bricks
With balcony crops of herbs
And tomatoes to fashion food.
And tents of flowers
You own the city.


I awake every night
It is the same thing
It is the end of all
I layed day peacefully to bed
It is sprung
I knew it was being laid
When I worked my world to sleep
With effort from my lungs.
I knew I would awake
To the same end of peace.
To good undone. As always.
I even leave my cigarettes
Ready to be smoked outside
I look forward to checking the plants
And breathing into their tent
At least they will march straight
With me, my girls. Usually I
Force myself with my age
Back to sleep. Tonight
I will write a poem, stay awake
And make a fight to last
A better foundation
A sort of fast
Against ease, to show my enemies
I will always be strong.
My enemies the inconsistent
Fuck ups
That kind of thing is worth it
In the long run.
You see I will win.
I am a man, the rest of the nights
I will sleep longer.

It is 2:11 am.
That kind of call is
An all night call.
Former insomniacs
Call. The call to be
Awake. She has satin robes
That call, When you choose to be
Awake to make a 2:11
Kind of call. White satin,
And black silk is the night.
I hope my words will keep
Me from losing whatever made
Writing now worth it, pearls
Of value. Like butter.
I’ll cap it off
With a morphine and lemon juice
In my red mug
Breathing, ah breathing,
With my Couchy night.
Hehe, ah that was good.
I’ll beat the water yet.
Tomorrow a girl with rings
Will be my friend. I have won
That for us.

Thanks guys

I rock mother nature like
camping sites
I kiss her right
prepare for the cheech wiz
vampire love bite
i illuminate night
with hps light
eyes closed
still have sight
forever rotten & spoiled
placing seeds
in ocean forrest soil
im hard-boiled
illegal but right
im left with trichs
sticking to my fingers
herb smoke lingers
like caveman dinners
conjuring beautiful
green whores
out of my cellar floor

A depressed poem, here you go:

Forget This

You once told me, "you lead a charmed life".
I entirely disagree.
A charmed life, is one that is happy
One that doesn't make you want to cry every living moment.
My life is painful.
Don't get me wrong, I don't want to die.
But I'm sitting here now,at my desk,
At five fourty-two.

I love you,so very much.
I only want the best for you.
I also love him,but it's him that upsets us,
Makes my life, the opposite of charmed.
You want to move.
He doesn't.

I don't know where my life is going.
I want to talk to my friend, but she's on holiday.
Lord, lamb of God, you take away the sins of the world,
Have mercy on me.
I have been faithful to you,so look after me, please.

I rest my destiny in you.
I don't know who else to turn to.
And it's killing me, slowly.
I just want to give up, but I can't.
I'm not allowed.

You say I lead a charmed life.
You're right.
I do.
I have everything I want,except happiness.
All the material possesions I want-I own.
But I'm not happy. I never will be, not until you are.

I like sleep. It refreshes the mind.
It also makes you forget.
Kavanagh, Yeats, I will never be as good as you,but I try.

TODAY, AFTER WORK.

I took a drink again.
I tried it a few nights ago.
It is like a woman calling me
To bed, each glass I
Med myself cheap shots.
I have to stop
Here I am though again.
Liver gone my fun “melded”
I called the girl this sucks.
I am bored
Life is more fun.
The garden needs feeding.
Nothing is really working
Ever but
Sometimes it is all together
Good. Eastre
I hope I don’t
Drink again.
Ester was a girl
My girl now. Ha! Spring and a
Drink.
Stopping and growth
Are eggs of life.
Dry.