Praying for RainTaking up all the spaceSoaked the color from this placeNow everything outside is greyI look up every nightFor some alien spaceshipsSomething that could take me awayFrom this earth from this townLift my feet of the groundTake me to another dimensionTo a mystical placeWhere I have something wise to sayAnd where maybe someone will listenCause if I don't know who I amThen how dare you say you love meWhy rhyme. If I don't. Have a reason.Don't know what ill doWith my life, I'm just a childSo will, you please, stop asking.So I scribble and bang out these stanzasOne by one till my mind is contentI have these overwhelming visceral feelingsWhere I shake and I sweat and I shakeI know I created this prison im inSo that I could get out somedayIf I could only reach the chainI could steal a keyOr a time machineAnd then I'd be free I'd be free!To pull a head of the raceSpit in their faceAnd finally break free of this placeIf I don't know who I amThen how dare you say yo
Interstate 42Walkin on down the interstate, walking on down interstate 42.Hitchin a ride to nowhere, riding my thumb to somewhere. Somewhere new.I'm just waitin on the future, hopin for the future to come.Thinkin about nuthin thinking about everything its what I do.And there a train that's comin along sideAnd its goin to the city of the lightsAnd im all alone here just watchin peoples lives fly byAnd I was hopin that you might stay here with me for tonightWalkin on down the interstate, walking on down interstate 43.A shadows walk so close to me, the lost souls all surround meGoing to there cubicles riding environment friendly bicyclesAll out to make money but the moneys making them intoConsumers of faux happiness consumers of faux happinessAnd sometimes I see things that shouldn't be thereAnd I wake up in places I shouldn't beAnd sometimes people tell me that I'm crazyCause I see things that I simply shouldn't seeAnd they lock me up in a building cause I'm crazyBecause I see thing
The last Show everBlack and white calligraphyTelling of a graveyard celebrationBig Kids Over a Cardboard SeaContribute to this night of elationJoy and sorrow surf the crowdLost in bodies everything is rightThe people are fuel the music is loudIn celebration we wreck the nightWe dance through the dark and at dawn we flyLeaving holes where man met wallThe sun lounges over the hill still shyWhen we wake we must rebuild it allWe absorb all we can for we know it is our last mealThe dishwashers words are shouted togetherThe memories of tonight will never healFor this is the last show ever
Not ForgivenLiquid reality fragile as a flameDestroyed by one ghosts passingOn a cold windless night a babe with no nameFor his heart was apart, and his breath thick with wantingWhen one life vanishes another takes its placeBut my father ignores this philosophyOn a cold windless night a blanket with no nameHere a lone soul starts his biographyA street urchin I was left to my own devicesFrom an early age I was filled with maliceOn a cold windless night a king with no nameRules over his cardboard palaceA paper bag on my back and loss in my eyesHand outstretched lips pleadingOn a cold windless night a dog with no nameOn the end of a stick finds meaningIm taken in by a counterfeit soulFreedom at the end of his leadOn a cold windless night a soul with no nameIs given for fire and feedI am dancing twirling gracefullyPainting crimson on the snowOn a cold windless night a killer with no nameFalling farther with every blowA man dies every time another is bornI am a man
RIP TinderboxJoy and sorrow surf the crowdLost in bodies everything is rightThe people are fuel the music is loudIn celebration we wreck the nightWe dance through the dark and at dawn we flyLeaving holes where man met wallThe sun lounges over the hill still shyWhen we wake we must rebuild it all
HummingbirdIf a hummingbird stops its wingsIt will fall lifeless to the floorAnd I know if I stop runningThe same fate it will comeBreaking down my doorCause I know theres someone out thereWho would kill me in a secondIf only presented with,The right circumstancesAnd I see him in my rearviewHes a symphony of lightsHes gonna spill my gutsCause hes drop dead gorgeousAnd when he sings my heart outIts to die forCause I know theres someone out thereWho would kill me in a secondIf only presented with,The right circumstancesSweat blinds me as I pull overAnd my wings they start to flutterAnd hes walking up behind meAnd he is fingering the triggerWell Im gonna spill my gutsCause hes drop dead gorgeousAnd when he sings my heart outIts gonna blow my mindHe stands outside my windowHe looks from side to sideHe shows me his revolverPoints the gun insideI slide my hand inside the dashboardFeel the cold hard bite of metal
Acceptance Admittance Patient: He has a drifter look, messy hair, plaid shirt and cords. Young but talks like he has had years of experiences. He plays with a coin, flipping it through his fingers. During the play he gets increasingly calmer and more comfortable. Never stops his smug and knowing smile. Interrupts himself a lot. He is fidgety but in a comfortable and composed way. Psychiatrist: Boring, clean shaven, hair combed back. He wears a white doctors coat. Intelligent enough in a traditional sense, he cant keep eye contact with the patient. Speaks in a monotone voice until the end of the play. Patient is on one side of a table. He is picking at his nails and leaning back in his chair, looking around uninterestedly at the Psychiatrists office. Psych enters and sits down never looking at the patient; he opens a folder and reads over it. &
Monologue Im tired of being mind fucked everywhere I go. School is bullshit they mindfuck you with textbooks about what didnt happen in places that I will never go. At home Im mindfucked by that tube that sits at the end of my bed taunting me all day. Dont do work, dont interact with reality, stay in bed and blow up fucking aliens all day. Its like the whole world is set up to mindfuck you and if you want to get away from it. they tell you to go to church (the biggest mindfuck of all) or to go live in a cave in the Himalayas with the fucking Dali Llama. All anyone does is tell me what I can and cannot do: Buy this, throw that away, dont have sex, dont take drugs unless the doctor prescribes them, then fucking have pills for breakfast lunch and dinner for all they care. Its all a great big mindfuck man. You know my dad always bugs me hey why cant you just be normal like your brother haha what the fuck is normal? H
Devils GrinVivianBlood rolls down her tongue againLands upon the floor and thenShe knows that she has reached her endBenjaminYou know that youve just killed your kinYou have no remorse for your sinOn your face you wear the devils grinWedding dayThe words you said now thrown awayHer body lies soon to decayNow you must make your merry wayFirst time you metAcross the bar you saw her silhouetteYou offered her a cigaretteFrom that day forth you had her in your netBenjaminMarried nine years almost tenYou loved to listen to her violinWhat made you commit this sin?Its quite simple really.The fucking check cleared.
Dear Santa Please Send Me a Toyboy!Dear Santa please send me a toyboyA stud full of much zest and vigour,Handsome, tall,Because I’m small,So I’d really like someone who’s bigger.I know I’m getting on a bit,Let’s just say 90 plus!I’m a wee bit loopy,And a wee bit droopy,And I look like the back of a bus!There’s just a few warts on my old face,A hundred and ten if you’re counting,But though I’m a hagI do need a shag,‘Cos my passion is steadily mounting.I suppose my BO’s a bit strong.I’m generally known as ‘Miss Whiffy’.A bloke minus a nose,Would be good, I suppose,As long as he had a good stiffy!I’ve one leg that’s shorter than t’other,But I’m sure the right man wouldn’t mind.And my underarm hair,Resembles a bear,But I know I’m a bloody good grind!My bosoms don’t really exist nowAnd my bottom has sunk to my feet.I’ve no teeth in sight,But on a dark night,I’m
Terse VerseEvery poet's forced to ceaseWhere stopped by language limits,And wrestle with thoughts that tease;Stuff too much meaning in it.
my mirageTut on the NileVIP stylein like Sphinxso wealthy it stinksland of plentyface on the twentypampering entouragemy mirage
Curly MustacheSwirly swirlyHis mustache is so curlyAround and around it's hypnotizingI'll make him some dubstep so synthesizingMan, that 'stache is so curly
Poem - PolyjoboryPolyjoboryPoem for Day 85 – 20141217I have this passionate desire,I am accepting this practice.More than one intimate work relationshipwith consent of everyone involved!Polyjobory is abbreviated as poly.Described as consensual non-jobgamy.It does have a broader sense,extending to my hobbies and other interests.Here me now! This is not a casual work fling.Do not confuse it with flirtatious employment.While I may have several jobs at the same time,all my jobs have ethics, honesty and transparency!Please consider the source of my practice.Poly is Greek from many or several.Job is a variant of gobbe, mass or lump.Together are quite different from part timing.This is more than a philosophy for me.It is in fact a lifestyle part of my biography.I have multiple jobs, with interests of many types.You could say I am polyjobnous if you wereto try to put me in a tidy little box.An income is not a requirement for my work affairs,No contract stating fulltime
In the Midst of Holiday CheerIn the midst of holiday cheerI never thought I would be stuck hereWith many a clank, a scream, and a clatterThere was nothing to do but desend down the ladderWith eyes like fire and pain in their heartThey slowly and painfully tore me apartMy eyes in a jar and my brain taken from my headI could only hope I would wind up deadBut alas they could not be bothered with the deadSo they kept me alive and sent me away insteadThus here I am in this dark dreary holeAnd nothing is left, not even my soulI warn you now, do not look for Saint NickThe outcome will make you more than sick
Miley CyrusDid she even grow up?Her performance at the VMA's made me wanna throw upI bet her parents are proudshe's so very loudshe's gross
Edward Cullen's Messy HairEdward Cullen's hair is really messysomehow this makes me think of Ferguson & PlessyHe's kind of hot I'll give him thatIf you don't agree I don't care that's thatHis hair, again, is messy
Shark HorseThe shark horse is so majesticit's looks are so pleasing, so aestheticI saw this picture on an internet showI wonder how it runs, how it goesMRS.SPENCER HASN'T HEARD OF SHARKNADO
WoopsEvery time you read this a fairy dies...