Posts Tagged ‘Random poetry’

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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.

Rednecks,
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,
On PCP,
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,
Insane.
Is this the way home,
Or is this the way to nowhere fast?

Broken dreams,
On Broken Streets,
Castaways,
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.

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

Anarchy,
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,
Treason,
That mindless fuck,
In the back of a broken truck.

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Set forth, through this thing called life,
Spent freely, zero down,
A dollar day,
For a thousand days,
Easy pitch,
Don’t look back,
Feel the rain,
Against your face,
Run freely,
Through the grain,
Your brain roaming freely,
There,
In space.

Who sees,
When the lights go out?
Darkness envelopes us,
Pulls us,
Destroys us,
Rebuild us.

Madness,
Rejection,
Release,
Freely falling from the outside,
In.
Die.
Live.
Love.
Fuck.
Shit.
I’m broke in Dallas,
Looking for a fix,
Live, life, falling freely,
Is this it?

July 12th, 1962,
Atomic blast,
Made for two,
Whiskey chasers,
On a Sunday afternoon.
Nobody here but the scarecrow,
The tin man died yesterday.

Good night…..

I kill that silence in that deep good night – A poem

Silence, weep to that Heaven dear,
That wind, blowing softly, terrifying in its aggression,
Silently building, mouthing deep words,
Meaning nothing in their context to those who watch,
Masterful whirling of light, into deep fantastic shapes,
Brought from that mind, to hear thy voice,
Calling to me, oh dear sweet, my love,
In spirit,
In dream,
I kill that silence in that deep good night,
A soft kiss,
Upon your sweet lips,
A memory,
Fading, with the passage of time,
How I weep, here on that same stage, we call life,
Fear,
To see,
Oh fallow silent sins,
Burrowing through cursed flesh,
Meat bag,
Mere mortal,
I drift through a cosmic way,
High, low, that middle place,
Oh dear sweet, my life, my soul,
A long good night, at the door,
Your body, next to mine, embraced,
That night, embedded, endless loop,
A broken sound track,
Mistake in that memory,
Those words we said,
Now forgotten,
Or erased,
Replaced,
Rewind,
Settling into a pace,
A race,
Against time,
Spirits dance around me,
Teasing,
Raging,
Giggling,
Growling,
I shall wait, my blessed life,
My love,
Till that day…

Summarize,
Build up your build,
Blow out your mind.

There,
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,
Goodbye,
Reference to,
A Valentine,
A lover,
A lust,
Can see you every night.

Summarize,
To that Devil,
Inside,
Paralyzed,
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,
Promises,
Like a fleet,
Running away,
Into the sea,
Don’t believe,
Can’t you see?
Can’t you believe?

Summarize,
The summer comes,
Different lies,
Different ties,
Dream,
Like a dead butterfly,
Wandering through a disease,
Put up with you,
Summarize,
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,
Deranged,
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,
Gone,
Runaways,
From their previous lives,
But oh did she know,
The truth,
That murdering whore,
Lynette.

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,
Grace,
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,
Present,
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,
Brought?
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,
Killing,
Freely,
With no problems,
Killing,
Freely,
With no moral objectives from the huddled masses.

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

Society,
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?
Weep?
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,
Everything,
Rest in peace society,
Your masses need not cry,
Laugh,
Like little children,
Running free,
Into fields of glass,
And broken dreams,
Unimagined.

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

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

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

Jerry,
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.

Sarah,
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,
Release.

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?

The Earth shall fall to the sea below,
To be consumed in a gentle ceremony,
Ancient ways,
To the darkness follows,
A light dream,
In solemn kills,
A nightmare before the wakening spring.

The softness turns into golden grey,
Hardness distance themselves from falling prey,
To pray to scenes,
A solemn deed,
Wanderers through a desert,
Seeking out the way,
To life’s goal.

Midnight approaches,
A quickened hour,
To see the light,
To hear the wind,
Against the rage inside,
A feeling of emotion,
Exploding into mind,
To not feel that rage again.