Rage: poem

Beat,

The pounding of the drums, wait, can you hear the dying of the light? Madness increased to deafening heights, the world screams, Jesus! Jesus! Oh mother fucker, Jesus!

Man jumps in front of racing train to catch a buzz.

Fly oh brilliance into the blazing sun.

There in College sat oh mindless class, to whisper in sunset chats; fuck this watered down act.

We sat there in rays of hope, waiting for anything, hopelessly in love, lust for life, making out with our trusts.

Screaming into the darkness, silence by the rage burning inside the collected madness.

We were not right.

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Let it be: A poem

There’s no time like the present,

Hold on to it tight,

Don’t let go, don’t let it drift away, don’t let it drown, don’t let it mix up, into bitter memories.

Solider onward to avoid the nightmare,

Sympathy of broken dreams,Don’t let it wander,

Memories,

Shaded write,

Let it free,Let it be,Free to be,

Wonderful,

In the night,

Solider on,

Let it be,There in wonder

Solider on,

A memory of things that was.

Distance from that point of entry: A special something

Date line: I ferget!

Random motions in a typical dream, an ocean of violence in bloom,
The world seems magical, almost comical,
A realization that the minute you are a born, you’re a minute closer to death,
As a child, it scares you, to think of such things, to die,
Then someone,
Your heart
Your soul,
Dies,
The worse moment than your own death,
You continue on,
Why?
You will ask yourself,
It happens,
People around you,
Don’t understand,
How can you say such things,
It is great to be alive,
But is it?
Without a heart,
Without a soul?

You will find someone,
Maybe a few someone,
But that moment,
Will be the end of your world.

You will not see the beauty anymore,
The fear won’t be there either,
You will be ready for that moment of passing,
But Jesus for some reason,
Will keep you alive,
Mostly to fuck with you,
Jesus is good at that,
God is even better,
“See my power, my will, to keep you going,
Why? Cause I can!!
Haha!”

Don’t believe me,
Lose your heart,
Lose your soul,
Lose that reason you stay alive for,
Then you will discover,
The true meaning,
The true place that is Hell.

A NEW LIFE: A POEM

Standing on the corner, looking towards the bright light of a mushroom cloud, the last sins of Las Vegas, New York, even now Moscow, evaporated into dust, mortal wounds no longer mattered, vaporized in high lights, sacrifice!

Where are the new wines we were offered, no longer a part of that payment scheme?

Jesus cried, God gave up, went insane, tried to find a reason why.

There was no reason, no plight, war was just for war sake.

There we were, standing on the corner, waiting for a bus, that would never come.

Rejoice in the matter, this is our night, to madness we ran into that brilliant light, to embrace our death, oh brilliance, in the end it did not matter, just a new life.

Alive a lie, no matter the size: A poem

Into the night we ran,
Our souls filled with horrors,
The last man standing,
Dies alone.

Here, in victory,
We cried for our horrors began,
The night wind howls to the lonely tree,
The man in his guise,
Falls from grace,
A million years,
A thousand eyes,
Ripping out the lies,
The man in the car,
Victor,
Reeds,
No one gets out of here alive,
The jester fell
For the King,
And the Queen,
Everyone here is,
An illusion of madness,
As the lake begins to boil,
The snail is on the side of the road,
Wake up,
See faith,
Bow in disgrace,
You’ve lost the battle,
Fuck the war!

Alive,
A lie,
No matter the size,
or the side,
We all die,
There’s a killer on the side,
Let us lie in Heaven,
To fly into Hell,
Good night
And good bye!

A death of a smile one day: A POEM

Not to touch the sky,
To feel that misery,
Deep in the Earth,
A life,
Lies,
Oh brother,
Can you see the falling of the trees,
Into the ground,
Not to see the sun?

There,
Up on the Dark Hill,
Stands a house,
Misery of pained life,
Burning in the sun,
Run,
Oh fellow of that house,
Run,
Do not fear the reaper,
Do not know the fear,
Run,
Silently,
Run to nothing,
Feel the sun,
The sounds of the dying,
Breathless murders,
In happy fields,
Lies of golden tongues,
Killing spree,
Jesus Fucking Nuns,
Beasts,
Crawling towards the edge,
Happy pills,
To keep the fears out of our brains,
Mine,
Mine,
Dance,
Fly,
Off burning cliffs,
Into crashing waves,
Oh the life,
Draining,
Into rage,
Rage,
Rage against the dying light
The machinery of life,
Oh fuck…

Distance

A silent scream,
Madness inherited into that deep sleep they shall not wake,
We were nothing,
Slight fantasies as they,
The prophets,
Began to sacrifice the sacred cow,
The blood ran like a river to hell,
A memory adrift in a sea of misery,
We have cast the dice,
To land where they may,
Life,
A chance of great,
Hate,
Simple meal with a long dead saint,
A last eternal sleep,
There we shall ride,
Straight to the blade of suicide,
Where the mount shall bound,
To send us to Hell…

Ode to Midnight: A Poem

We stood in the darkness, our eyes adjusting,
Rage, hate, bitterness,
Washed away in distant memories,
Oh madness, oh madness,
Blight on the heights,
Of raging waves,
Smashed against the beaches,
Life,
Nobody gets out of here alive,
Whispers in the midnight,
Lovers plotting revenge on hated life,
Oh mother,
Oh father,
Oh sister,
Oh brother,
Call out to that madness,
Alive!!
Alive to see the breaking of the day,
Misery,
Sigh,
Are tossed aside,
In bitter storms,
To fight with tooth,
And to fight with nail,
To see that breaking of that day!

The Jester

I was homeless once, a jester on the street, the men would walk pass me, they wouldn’t stare at me, was there anyone out there, looking towards me, a tired soul, trying to figure out life, as I slept under a tree, no party on either side would address me.

I voted, only reason I was a number was when it came time for them to care. Either Republican or Democrat, sent me emails asking me for donations when I was working as a union member at $8.50 an hour, I told them, both sides, fuck you, I got not enough to afford an apartment, neither side cared, both sides begged for money.

What could I say, what could I do?

Tears on my shoes, I was a worthless life, not even begging life a congressman or a presidential candidate!

To slip into that last morning dawn’s early light

We laid there, our souls facing the rising sun,
To feel those rays, into our bodies,
Into our minds,
To feel its grace,
The dying inside of us,
Wanted out,
But could not be free,
As the meat survived.

We wept in memories,
Of those who had gone before,
Way too soon,
Wept the mourners at Jerry’s wake,
He died of cancer at 23.
Who really wants to live forever,
In some never ending horror fever dream?
Lost loves,
To God’s embrace they say,
Screw God, give them back to me!