Saturday, May 28, 2011

Glorious Gloom

late love, with courage,
traced and faded with a foolish eye;
the redemption feels like fog, like frenzy,
like soft muted mornings I can barely long for
I slink too easily like an array of clouds
across Kerouac's tomb, a widow to black.words
that once felt cotton
and kiss
love's ordained dream; stately
in its space between two breathing windows,
one open, one wanting to be,
watching for a poet
to write epiphanies in a prism
to add color to the soul of an inanimate creature,
such as myself,
caught in the loom of nothing to speak
I am lonely
for the innocence of sacred life

Tuesday, May 17, 2011


eleventy elevens
and shooting stars
and true cries of the whippoorwill
at the 13th stroke of midnight

all useless fantasies,
old wives tales, if you will;
naught but the vain imaginations
of the hopeless

like asking you...
for anything at all

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Cupped Hands

The words
You spill to paper
Flow like water
Off ravaged pages
From cupped hands
I drink your sorrow
Bitter sips of pain
Full to bursting
I break
The volume
Of your despair
Undamns me
I spill over
Tears from my eyes...

Monday, April 4, 2011

On Rainbows Bend

I abandoned my ambition
When you cheerfully choked
My passion out
Bottled it
Swallowed it
Regurgitated it on my shoes
By my own aspirations
I hung my noose on the rainbows bend
I can't survive
In damaged dreams...

Saturday, March 19, 2011

His Hazy Horizen

Day in, day out
They are all a blur
When longsighted fantasies
Never focus on day to day

And the steady hiss
Of paved over rivers
Calls me through

A riptide current
From the soul

It’s amazing how the miles
Eat holes in the soles
Of the fee of a man knows
Should be dragging

But even hot asphalt
Reflects the blue of the sky
When you look far enough ahead
Of yourself

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Butterflies Are Killing Me.

I just realized
The thought
Of my life without you
...still hurts...
I can still feel your presence
Hidden in the shadows
Of my mind
Of my.heart.
And like a severe trauma to the skull
The impact of you
It seems I can't have
What we should have had
(I miss what we had)
I don't know how to make this feeling
Stop trying to scrape its way out of my ribs
Because I want to fucking
...The butterflies are tearing my heart to shreds...
And it feels so good to bleed

Monday, January 24, 2011

Short Bus To Hell

**I am so going to Hell for this if I wasn't already, since I'm going, lets see how many I can offend on the way there**
Some one tell God to turn up the thermostat
His secretary won’t answer my prayers
She just gives me this message …….Hail Mary full of grace ………The Lord is with thee …………After the beep
I blame her virginity Cold, uncaring angst, from only watching the nails go in
It must be why she’s such a bitch
Loyal to God, cums when called, doesn’t do what she’s supposed to
A typical doG I’ll send a post card from Hell to St. Peter at the Gates
It will read ………Our Father who art in Heaven …………Hollow be thy name …………..
Thy kingdom cum, turn up the sun ……………..
Lead me not into damnation, but deliver me from …………………This cold …………
You lied when you said Hell was a lake of fire …………
.It’s a fucking State, named MAINE XoXoXoXo….
Your favorite Heathen, Me

Monday, January 17, 2011

Away From Me Forever

Why do I force the graves to bury me faster?
Than I could pray they ever would? And even though
That cold air breathed its last breath away
From me tonight I still tried to feel where
The hurt could only grow into another rainbow
Loosing its favorite color

This disease called loneliness whispered louder
Than I ever anticipated it to; and even though I know
It was yesterday that I quit smiling at the Sun
Slow dancing its way into a slow death
That called itself “Polite”
I still heard singing Halos loosing their Faith
Just like me

And yet here I am with another shovel
In my hands digging my own grave just
To show this world that I was never good
Enough to let you pretend that I could
Breathe past the walls than one day ransomed
Another heart ache back to Heaven

The tourniquet felt so good tonight
As the blood dripped black from my eyes and I became
Just as meaningless to everyone else I knew who said that
“Tomorrow I would be ok” but even I saw
Past those lies that hurt so bad which I knew that
One day those crying eyes would
Close them off from the world forever

Shadows fell down like kryptonite
Getting lost behind a haze telling another star
Where to go; but as the day turned those grey
Clouds into a sleeping slumber I still tried to
Believe where dreams never come true for me
Past another blind light fading, fading, fading
Away from me forever

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Fucked Up Fairytale

Maybe I don’t love you anymore
I should’ve taken the hint
When the butterflies in my stomach
Slipped into a coma
And the stars fell from my eyes
Make a wish my “LOVE”
Before they hit the ground
And shatter

I have finally realized
You are just another Peter Pan
You will never grow up
And I just can’t make my morbid mind
Grasp happy thoughts long enough
To make it to Neverland

Don’t get mad at me for
Telling Tinkerbell to shut
The fuck up
Spouting all that shit about
Pixiedust when I found out
I was allergic

I guess I forgot I believed in
Happily Ever After
As I was running away from you
And the glass slipper

The bedtime story is going
To have a different ending
For the Sleeping Beauty doesn’t
Want to wake up knowing
How many girls you kissed
The same way

And I could never compare to their
Artificial responses
And practiced giggles
The only reason I’m
Fluttering my lashes
Is because I have something
In my eye

I could turn this all into
Poetic promises but
The cloud I’m on has no
Silver lining and I am sick of
Turning your words
Around to make me feel better about myself
When it never works

All the colors in my rainbow
Have bled together turning black
There is no pot of gold at
The end only heartache
And hopeless tears

Rapunzel has jumped from the
Tower window with her
Hair around her throat
I guess she got tired of waiting
To be saved…

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Banana's, Coconuts And Places Not To Put Them....

There once was a teenage monkey
He sat at the trippy tree trunky
Sippin’ his co-co-nutty’s
With tow of his bro-like buddies

When out came the dare
Of a monkey monk monkey stare

Jumpin’ and squealing
Banana’s where a peel peelin’
Excited and merry
To pop monkey’s cherry

“You want in our clan?”
“And be ‘our’ brother man?”
“You must first pass the test”
.Just like the rest.

So off the monkey trotted
And in his mind he plotted
The perfect plan
To become a man

He swung from the trees
And knelt on knees
Looking for his prey
Until arose the perfect day…

He saw the beast…
His eyebrow creased…

He climbed
The highest tree


The beast came close


.Nose to nose.

The monkey whipped out his banana
Wrapped in a pink bandana
Slowly unwrapped it
And then…

On the giraffe’s nose
He started to whack it

His smile was




The giraffe
Head butt-butted him back!!

His coconuts hairy
Now leaked out the dairy
Crying at the sight of his coconuts crushed
Back through the jungle he


The other monkeys pointed and laughed
His poor banana was bent mid-shaft
He spend the rest of his days
Hiding from the other monkeys’ gaze

To vines he held. Cling, clinging
Always somberly swing, swinging
And his song he was a


“I used to be the best swinger,
in the whole jungle wide,
but I was a bit eager with my banana,
and alas
I lost my pride.”


Wednesday, January 5, 2011

I'm NOT Stiffler's Mom

I’m not Stiffler’s mom
And this isn’t American Pie
If you keep buzzing around me
I’ll swat you away like a fly
Shoo little boy, just go away
You’re like a puppy that’s learned to beg
And I’ve had enough of you
Trying to hump my leg
I’m not a cougar
I don’t look at you and smell prey
But every time you’re sniffing around
I pray you’ll just go away
I know its popular thinking to bag you a MILF
Let go of that thought, get it out of your head
I am never going to be a notch
On the wall behind your bunk bed
I know you think I should be flattered
By all your youthful attention
But it’s hardly paying me a compliment
When everything gives you an erection
I have no need of your amateur fumbling
When seasoned players abound
I don’t want to have to tell you what a clitoris is
Or direct you to where it can be found
It’s time for you to realize
I’m pre-menopause, you’re barely past puberty
And cookies and milk should never be taken
With hormone replacement therapy

Apocalypse of The Mind

Whisper to the ever lasting endeavourence
A solemn reminder of the forgotten reference
Lost into the abyss of a never ending cycle
Straining for some relevance that is more than a trifle
The needs of a soul flutter and whither
Like winged euphoria turned ever bitter
The tempestuous release of knowledge as it were
Is nothing more than broken lies flying past in a blur
Unknown doubt is contained within
Tears of an angel turned unexpectedly to sin
Justice that hinders on a whim of a ghost
Evil that strikes when you’re venerable the most
Notorious dementia creeping from the soul
The link to the unknown finally takes its toll
The root of all evil harbored in the mind
That relentless anticipation that’s one of a kind
It waits for the moment to strike the weak
The innocent mind soon turned completely bleak
Like a babbling fool that spews misinformation
No one should ever seek such discrimination
This tale of horror will transpire forever
But the only way to prevent is your self endeavor

Monday, January 3, 2011


I want to be a lost poem in a stranger's coat pocket that conveys the importance of you,
To assure you of my desire,
To assure you of my dreams.
I want all the possibilities of you in writing.
I want to give you your reflection.
I want your eyes on me.
I want everything before you to follow us
And leave a trail behind us.
I want never to say good-bye to you,
Even on the street corner nor phone.
I want. . . . . . I want so much
I'm breathless.
I want to bring my power in a poem to burn a hole in your pocket,
So then I could sew it.
I want you to be distant and feel you close.
I want endless days when its day,
And nighttime never to end when its night.
I want all seasons in one day.
I want the sun to set before us,
And come up in front of us.
I want to think you're thoughts,
Because they're mine.
I want only what's urging you.
I want to get in the way of your barriers.
I want you to be tender like you do already.
I want to say we meet for a reason,
And I want that reason to be bigger then us,
And I want it to take over us,
I want to forget,
I want to remember us.
I want your smile always,
And your grimace's too.
I want your scare on my lips,
I want your disappointments in my heart,
I want your strengths in my soul,
And your soul in my eyes.
I want to believe everything you say,
And I do.
I want you to tell me what's best,
When I don't know.
When your lost,
I want to find you and drag you from the darkness.

Saturday, January 1, 2011


Of begets, begot
Cotton clouds, Forget-Me-Not’s
Knighted skies, belated starts
And a love “…to be continued”

Peel the petals off the flower
And as lady luck would have her
Evened out at number seven
He loved me so, as I remember

Her tethered wings spread several times
For several flights on heaven’s ride
Where I believer she peeks and hides
In cotton clouds, Sunflared skies

While I plant Forget-Me-Lies

She had me shot
Right from the start
For of begets, with love begot
Forget me here or now remember
He loved me so, or so I thought
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You Taste Like Sulfur

And when you
You push

I shove

You’re embedding
The words you
Want to hear
In my teeth

And I’m not sure
I like the taste

Of sulfur

So I speak in tongues
As if negativity
Is a foreign language
You never learned

Love fast

When it’s over
You’ll be face down
On the floor
Wondering why
It went so quickly

And when you pry
You push

I shove

And start running
In another direction