Poetry

Self-Destruct

I wanna put my head through glass
as fast
as fast
as this moment becomes the past
to kill these memories at last
I hate myself more then you
debate myself for the way through
and wonder why you never knew
never had a clue
never tried to see my view
leaving me aghast
about why I ever loved you

home

the crunch of sand and shells
the slam of a wooden gate
the jingle of wind chime bells
old chairs covered in cats
fluffies on the floor
an angels smile lit with a bluish glow
as i come through the door
that was the best part of my day
before

tears

crying is a thing you get used to
coming in bursts
or in long waves
like a tide rolling slowly in
cresting over you
leaving you immersed
cold and shivering
from the outside

redemption

twisted memories of dreams
brought on by interferon means
a cacophony of sympathy
discordant regression in self-pity
betwixt I and me
and all the dickinson fiends
a cathartic exercise to reprise
all that she redeems
as my mind leaks through its seams

02/19/09

blossoms opening in a stream
of conciousness between
you and i as I dream
of a misty land of binary
of mathematical pictionary
where all I wish
is that you'll always be
with me

event horizon

I kick it complex like luthor lex
a twisted mind conjecture
cause ya wanna flex yer
best foot forward sir
psychotropic hip hop it
the molotov cocktail lit
to end the fee you paid
I wish you'd let it be
but its full of stars
a mirrored cacophony
cocooning my soul
as its slowly pushing me
down the rabbit hole

Resurrection Fern

I put a gun to my head
and I pull the trigger
and bang I'm dead
and the pain drips away
go figure
a blind comedy of therapy
between she and me
twist that shit and retrofit
my data stream into the pit
cause lifes a piece of shit
when I look at it
If I only had a brain

ninja

I gots my steel
lord give me strength
to kill these fuckin fools
psalms 98 in my palms
disgruntled thoughts of cool
a fibonaaci paparazzi of sight
blended by your dead weight
and all this twisted pent up hate
For he will judge the world in righteousness
according to his rules

You

I want to touch you
I miss your embrace
The smell of your caress
The feel of your hair
The soft hue of your skin
As I nuzzle it with my face
And praise
the feelings being near you engender in me
welling within
making everything more real
making it possible to begin again
to feel

SNOITCELFER

reflections of,
how my life used to be
reflections of,
this abject poverty
staring at,
cars parked in the yard
wishing that,
my life weren't so hard
reflections of,
a passing train
a swirling pool,
drains what was sane
reflections of,
a sunken tree
broke me humble,
when I was vain

no clue

fractal poetry...
discombobulated imagery....
of my soul melting into transistors
of resistance to the media transfigurators
of putrified yuppified translators

something random

nevermind.........
It was but a symphony ,
wrapped in a dream,
of tea and sympathy,
and other deathly schemes,
ripping at their seams,
echoing the crys of the martyrs eyes,
black druidic streams of pain and sufferings,
and other self-inflicted lies,
that I dreamt between your thighs,
and the loneliness of rejection,
is the martyrs prize

principia tantrica

x equals 2 times her y
inviscid flow
an increase in the speed
piston shift for flow control
her curves massaged by pi
tracing the line between you and i
the hypnotic path of warm seduction
a cartesian conjunction to be one
and finally feel freed