Tuesday, October 9, 2007
THE ALL
If life is precious Why does shit come out of our assholes? Is shit precious? Is murder gold? Is gold trustworthy? Murder happens constantly, so why not stop it? Oops, the authorities. Death is the answer to life. Life doesn't have any balls. Death, THE ALL...
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Wednesday, August 8, 2007
THE DEATH POET
When the death poet speaks the audience is unmoved. For the truth is not heard when not listened to And yet it lingers in the air in the unconscious in the cosmos in YOU. When the dead come to life noone knows it We can't be bothered... just another try. The children are playing and then DEATH...
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Monday, August 6, 2007
PUNK POEM
ALL POETRY NEEDS TO BE FUCKED UP THE ASS! Except that which makes sense and is compassionate. EGOISTS need not apply.
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The True Test
The true test of a person is when they're under pressure, when they feel trapped, attacked: Do they strike back like an animal? Or transcend?
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Sunday, August 5, 2007
i've been having more suicidal thoughts than usual
not in a bad way though. They don't stick, i'm becoming more of a teflon person. There was a time when i would obsess about it and not tell anyone, because they might try to stop me; naieve thought, how could they?. Now i notice that when people shit on me repeatedly, i form a protective layer of...
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Saturday, August 4, 2007
HARM
Hatred changes faces and yet it always looks the same. The ugly scowl razor sharp words perfectly aimed to-wards HARM. Harm is the aim of hate IT'S QUICK! Never late. Too bad you didn't wait. DAMAGE DONE... Rude insensitive people ARE THE DEVIL! in disguise. Like he's gonna come outta his costume......
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Thursday, August 2, 2007
THE TEACHER
Pain is the only poem and all other poems JUST STINK! (i should say, pain and suffering). Pain as teacher. Invisible, repulsive, pain the only way out. BUT WHO WANTS TO HEAR THAT SHIT? ("A man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest." Oops, am i dreaming about Paul Simon again? Wait, i...
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Tuesday, July 31, 2007
THE DARK MISTRESS AND THE DEATH POET
A curse be upon you! As night falls we fall EVERY NIGHT! It would be like sunshine falling upon rain sunshine falling upon rain. Soothing clouds soft breeze no pain. There could be God itself Heavenly angels demons being converted signs in the heavens. Peace bliss happiness peace bliss and happiness...
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Monday, July 30, 2007
NO MORE PAIN
But alas the calm... It would be like swimming slow sun aglow nice heat warmth my friend fake friend? Ok... Fake friend. Fake friend don't ever leave me fake friend But alas... It would be like learning to like the cold my true friend. OK, enemy whatever! Sunshine, she will never leave me because...
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And i would die in winter in the cold, wanting nothing of old.
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