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Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

At least it's not...

Sunrise
Monday
Closing time
Too late 
Last call
On empty
The last shot
20 miles from home
Desperate 
The worst I've done
Selling my soul
During work
Filthy sex
Cocaine
Expensive
Illegal
Morally wrong 
Embarrassing
Wretched desperation
Fueled by self hatred
Average 
Boring
The worst thing I have ever done in my entire existence on this earth
Ignorant 
Fueled by sex
Just plain stupid
My very last dollar
Pathetic
All I am
Life
Heroin
Known by others
My peak
Who I really am...

oh I see...

I am supposed to be more compassionate because it is the "Xmas" season right?? well no one is here for me, just like any other random Wednesday night. Here I am alone, being real, being true, being wasted and alone. Fuck all of society, fuck every living being beside my sweet pup. We are fine, I'm drunk, he's sleepy and warm, that's it. We don't need you and your pity.. This is life as it is, what it is, good and bad (mostly bad) I don't care, do you? Date and time are nothing more then reference. I'm sick but would be anyway, I'm dying but I always am, I'm nothing but that is who I am. I miss everything but who doesn't? life is a joke as it always is but it is not seasonal. Maybe the care is seasonal but that's as far as it goes. This American holiday means nothing. I give to the poor and pathetic though I am one of them receiving nothing.. Not in a bitter way, but seriously, I need help, I need hope too. Hope, that's what drives us all, dreams and wants, I am losing them all. A good night to me is to fall asleep lacking of all the stresses of my problems, to let them wait until tomorrow, even literally, to just get by, that's it.  I ask for so little but get nothing. Hate me, hate my fight, call me what you will as I try hard, fight on, love live and be a great man to the world, it doesn't matter if I am smart or deviant, it only matters when I pay my bills and shut up. That is America, that is what we are meant for. I am not meant for anything. I am a fool to tobacco and liquor, I am a fool to the drug trade, I am a fool to the working class, I am no one to society. I have a brain, I have independent thought, I have expression. Those are not qualities. but back-draws. I am destined to quit and fail but I refuse. Fucking dammit! I am great, I am something, I think! I am! I am real! Who fucking cares? It doesn't matter. I am still me, always will be, I cannot be broken or change, I will die in a gutter as me before I conform to some bullshit I do not believe in, I hate this world and refuse to become it but strive to achieve the known beauty of it. It is such a twist of intellectualism, poetry and ironic stupidity, I don't know how to accept it or if i even could but I feel a need to keep fighting, there's a reason, a fight, a cause for it. There is a reason for all o us, a reason for passion, loss and nothing, we have something. I can't quit, i certainly cannot hate, i just want to love and be happy....

A little chill in the air.

Ah, the first cool night of the season... Put on that favorite coat that has been idle since March/April or so, check the pockets and see where life had left off at that point, maybe even look back and see how much progress has been made, how much better things are:

Expired cigarette coupons 
Empty Trojan box (3 pack)
Unused carpenters pencil
One hitter in plastic bag w/trident gum
78 cents in change
Checkbook (one used)
Non-functioning bic
1 2" screw

So everything's the same.. Fuck... 


I never said any of that.

Damn, such drunken ramblings, typical of a broken fool. Many true points but presented sloppily and crudely.
It's just a good thing no one reads any of this shit.
It has gone a terribly wrong direction.
Repetitive and pointless. Topics of no interest to anyone, badly written.
From now on its only poetry and reviews of movies from the 80's...

Lately

Good. Quite good, honestly. The simplistic joys of eight hour shifts, cashing a note, restocking of essential leaves and after contributions to the system, a long night of elixirs and repeating orgasmic, expressive memories.
There is nothing else, essentially. The cock is satisfied, the mind is altered. Things are complete and time has been earned. One has the right to be comfortable.

Rest in indifference.


Writer; master of poetry and expression
Strong man of valor and value
Intellectual
Focus and perseverance
Master of form, a powerful  sculptor
Grip on reality
Pure of heart
Filled of brilliant conversation and thought
Endless triumphant successes
Pioneer of his field
Great academic achievement
Timely
Reliable
Body of a mythological god
Loved by all
Radiated a seductive sexual aura          ...irresistible to women
Never missed an opportunity to express ...romance and love
Grand, bright soul
Always, deeply happy

Evaluation. Conclusion.

Mindless, thoughtless, insensate state
Floating in a sea of hate
Emptiness inside
A future left to hide
My only consolation
Constant masturbation
Loss of hope, guidance, reason, trust and treason
Take me to the void and shove me in
I see your hatred and coldness within
I ruled you once;
I took the stage, through overwhelming rage, black hearted mage
To my soul you have pulled
From my desperate hold
You've left me old
Broken, lost
At no cost
To you, my friend
And you'll do it again
I've given up on life as i know it
Just look at me, I clearly show it
Through phases of pain, weakness and shame
I have no name
No one to blame
I expected it when it came
Why should I be surprised?
Long ago I realized
This shit world was not for me
I thought I had learned a thing or two
To change my point of view
I was right all along
Life is not a song
But a screeching, horrible racket
It's not to be lived
You must attack it
Forces crush, push and knock out of line
Scratching and slashing
Blood pours like wine
I cannot define
The reason was mine
Seven worlds intertwine
Take some pills, you ll be fine
What to make of this
Unachievable bliss
Lie down alongside the noise of the street
Destroy all the dreams you meet
Make your shut down discrete
If the early bursts of yellow sky
Is powerless to peel the eye
Then the ultimate failure is done
The darkness has won.

S.A.

choice

Why do I have nothing to say?
O my divinity, I'm brilliant!
But unclear as to why I am so stupid. 


When will you succumb and grow weary of the cosmic wallpaper, leave the gold needles behind and rest in grey grass beneath a tree of bewildered blue leaves?
The deafening sounds of words fading into buzzes. The plastic, repetative ticks of a machine are progessively replaced with nothing.
Nothing progresses into nothing further.
Was this the correct route?


Well known, the less travelled cloud is often the most wicked, yet least useful
There is no more important thing in this world than an orgasm.
Words can be smoked and should be.

Try it

I crave the madness
I love to lose my mind
I fear nothing
I will do anything, everything
I will know nothing
But it will all be so clear 
Like a fog
A comfortable early morning mist covering the ugliness
It leaves random areas of clearness, sharpness
The rest is lost
You don't need it.
Run mad through the fog
Close your eyes if you must
Run fast and fearless
Run hard
Like your on fucking fire inside
Soon you will learn what is hidden in the fog in the most abrupt way.
A collision with yourself is imminent

Syd

Today I am something.
I am no one
I am a brilliant, powerful man.
But a speck
I am beyond this bullshit
Greater than
Never was
I am me
I am real
I am fucking electric
I am regent

I am nothing and nobody
I have no want or need for possessions
But I own everything
I am worthless
But wanted by all
My life is meaningless
I am me