Posts Tagged ‘random poems’

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I was standing,
Near the rail road tracks,
Waiting for a freight train to pass,
Reading the graffiti as it passed by,
Inspired to write madness as it passed by.

White socks,
Blue Ribbon Beer,
When I’m gone,
Oh Mother Dear,
Will anyone remember me,
Except as graffiti on a passing train?

Jack and Coke,
On a cold December day,
Grab your cock and hope to die,
Before the train derails.

Village idiot,
Wandering the streets,
Looking for a suicide,
Is he dead,
Or is this a fucking dream during World War Three?
A nightmare,
Dripped in satin and lace,
Dipped in shit,
For all to see,
Projected on the movie screen?

All aboard the pain,
Fly away,
Is this the way home,
Or is this the way to nowhere fast?

Broken dreams,
On Broken Streets,
Covered in fleas,
Oh my friends,
Will they remember you,
When you are dead and gone?

A neutron bomb,
Straight to the brain,
Out of this world,
To the moon,
Wrapped in a dream,
Dipped in stool.

Riots in the street,
Oh god,
The misery,
The pain,
Tear down the system,
Burn it to the ground,
For fun and games,
Like kids at the zoo,
Watching it live,
Evening News,
Murder goons,
On laughing gas,
Huffing gasoline,
9:05 PM.
Hysterical monsters,
Warped on glue,
Running through the streets.

My mind is gone,
Out of that place,
Fifth and Vine,
Ain’t got no time,
Ain’t got no game.

In a pile of shit,
It’s a fucking mess,
A great disgrace,
A disease of the common man.

I wrote you a letter,
Set it on fire,
I wrote you a song,
To never be sung,
I ran away from Heaven,
Fell into Hell,
Rejected the reason,
That mindless fuck,
In the back of a broken truck.


Build up your build,
Blow out your mind.

In 79,
I saw the light,
Felt the lines,
Drifting over the scene,
Of a murderous man,
Dreaming of Apocalypse,
Into the sweet good night,
Reference to,
A Valentine,
A lover,
A lust,
Can see you every night.

To that Devil,
Tommy is dying,
Slowly inside,
Since that day before,
That atom bottom,
Dropped on his heart,
30 percent off,
All the time,
Don’t promise,
More than you can keep,
Like a fleet,
Running away,
Into the sea,
Don’t believe,
Can’t you see?
Can’t you believe?

The summer comes,
Different lies,
Different ties,
Like a dead butterfly,
Wandering through a disease,
Put up with you,
Don’t believe,
Give in,
Got some more,
Heaven ain’t here,
Heaven ain’t there,
Everybody lies,
Everybody dies,
Nobody gets outta here alive,
Good night….
Neutron bomb!

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She, that Goddess of the Mindless Fuck,
A whore,
A prostitute,
A fierce monster eagerly devouring men’s soul,
Lay there, her soft skin calling out to be reverently touched,
To burn fiercely those fated souls,
Those chief sinners there,
Waiting eagerly for a rare peek,
A peck,
Of her silk lace,
For their one eye,
To see inside her precious garden,
To plant their unwholesome seed.

Those learned men,
Some first times,
They would not see,
They would not hear,
Their final breath,
They would die in that room,
A rebirth from that womb,
A sad fare thee well,
Escapes her rosy lips,
As her knife slips into their backs,
An appropriate punishment from her,
A prompt payment for the sensual pleasure instantly found inside her cunt.

She was undoubtedly the Devil’s dear daughter,
Dutifully sent to carefully collect a million dear souls,
She drove away the visible world’s wretched,
She smiled as she heard them gasp their last breath,
She moaned out gleefully at that last thrust,
And then she laughed hysterically as her knife tasted their soft flesh.

After their last breath,
And they were dead,
She’d have her minion,
“Old” Jack,
Promptly pull the bodies away from her,
And toss them into the local river,
To instantly sink with such considerable skill,
To never be discovered,
To never be mourned,
Only considered lost,
From their previous lives,
But oh did she know,
The truth,
That murdering whore,

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She dances in pure beauty,
The lightness of the music,
Dances through her soul,
Pulsing through the room,
Inspiring the air,
To smell of her sweet perfume,
The beauty of her innocence,
Her skirt flowing around her,
Twirling about,
She is the angel,
To my demon,
Spreading her love
To the world.

She dances into the night,
Her skin, the back drop,
For the sky,
Her tears,
Those rain drops,
Falling on a cold November day,
She is life,
To me,
She is everything.

How I wish,
I could hold her,
To feel her,
Next to me,
Dancing slowly,
In that night,
Was it so long ago?

Here I am,
Walking through a field of broken glass,
Of broken dreams,
A symphony of a million memories,
A million lifes,
All mixed into a lie,
Self denial,
Self worth,
An annihilation of that world,
Into a million bits,
Reaching out for heaven’s embrace,
Embracing the truth,
Bitter lies,
A single sigh,
A pace,
Into that night,
We go with peace,
Our eyes wide shut,
A peace,
Into a slumber that we shall never wake.

Life, Love and Decay of Society — Post Modern Love in Sex and Candy: A Biography of Life

We were sitting there; watching the trash cans ablazed in a fire fueled on by society’s refuse.

Broken records;
Reports of failed companies;
Waste and diseases of mankind’s troubled past,
And future,
Mixed into a cocktail of shit and piss,
And drank freely by the masses gathered about.

We were shitface by the time we reached Baltimore;
Freely dying inside,
But happily living,
Taking pills we bought,
Silently contemplating the road as it zipped by,
Lines passing lines,
Lines of white powder,
Freely going up our noses,
Combining with erotic imagery,
Freedom burning in that trash barrel,
Along with some DVDs we found along the way.

Little boys,
With their killing jars,
How precious,
With no problems,
With no moral objectives from the huddled masses.

Burn the bridges,
Burn the masses,
Killing them kindly with kindness,
Greed is a blessing,
A kindness,
Killing them is relief!

Dying on the vines,
Sweating out,
Blood in the water,
Greatly swirling around,
Dying sweetly on the vines,
Turning into wine,
To be drank at their funeral,
Their masses.

When we die,
Will they cry?
Praise us as heroes,
Or deem us traitors?

Here we were sitting,
Our blessings between our knees,
We watched as the fire burned
All our sins away,
The demise of society,
Went without a whimper,
Not even a sneeze.

Rest in peace,
Your broken times,
Your boring speeches,
Rest in peace,
Your rigged elections,
Your boring TV specials,
Good bye long roads to nowhere,
Good bye to your diseases,
Your fueld hatred of nothing,
Rest in peace society,
Your masses need not cry,
Like little children,
Running free,
Into fields of glass,
And broken dreams,

Good bye,
Sweet dreams,
Dare not wake again,
Let us be free,
Let us be at peace,
Nobody will miss you,
Good bye…

Tonight, I was cruising Twitter and noticed a trend; Darkness makes me feel.

I decided to write something; actually a couple of something, one for another site I write on and here on WordPress based off of this trend.

I’m not necessarily sad; not happy, kind of a mixture of both, which can lead to some interesting verse that I’ve decided to share with you.

I hope you enjoy!


Darkness makes me feel;
As if I am alive,
Barely breathing;
Embracing me in its arms,
Held close,
I wish it not to let me go,
Darkness makes me feel,
Like I am flying,
Wings spread wide,
In a cage,
A mix of emotions,
Burning deep inside,
I wish to be in the light,
But it burns,
Keeps me hidden away,
In that dark place,
Eyes closed,
Mind closed,
Wimpering sadly in that sad place,
Darkness makes me feel,
As if I’m not there,
Not breathing,
Just an illusion,
Drifting away,
From everything.

Checks and balances,
Running free,
To that deep purple sky,
A freedom,

The city, silent, 3 am,
Morning on the horizon,
Still far away,
A fat cat,
Sitting on the side,
Waiting for a meal,
To slide by.

He was dying,
Would take his last breath,
In 25 to 30 years.
No easy way out,
Nobody gets out of here alive,
The hands of fate,
Fighting for,
That release.

She was flying,
Her body lying on the floor,
A needle at her hand,
That last breath,
A miracle of that life,
Wasted away,
In a corner apartment,
That sigh,
That release,
That end,
To see,
To the sea,

Giving up,
To the world,
An ode,
To live,
To live with each rising sun,
To die,
To die with each setting sun!
Good night…

A planetary puked,
A society nuked?
The world doesn’t give a shit,
About your name,
About your face,
About your fate,
With barely a foot in the grave,
A hundred million voices exploding inside your brain,
Erupting into space,
Born to die,
Learn to live,
A legion of a billion marching away,
To that final day.

Where are we,
Oh brother?
Where have we found ourselves,
In this mire and muck?
Can we see through such heavy fog?
Fire falling from up above,
The leaders call it rain.

Can we not stand here,
And have our own place?
Can we not scream out our frustration,
And have our own gain?

Playing in Hell – The Hard Sound of Jazz

Standing on the street corner, half past midnight, a late show screaming inside my head, the sounds of a Jazz band playing, somewhere, couldn’t be slow?

Make a million dollars, put on a show,
Kill a million souls, let it rain on your soul,
Play the song I know,
That soul,
Deep down,
Sound of the midnight train,
Powering through the night,
Nowhere to go,
Only a fast slow gin,
Going down,
Send me home.

Kill a dollar nine,
Flying low,
Flying low,
Seems kind of slow,
But then you realize,
Make a million dollars,
Start a show,
Go with the flow,
See everything,
Tonight’s slow!

Reach up,
Don’t flow,
Don’t go,
Good night,
See ya tomorrow,
Goooooooddddd night!!!!!!!