assorted poems from...

POETRY IS FREE I:

THE MOST RECENT WORKS OF A JACKASS

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MY SUCCESS

it's a foggy day, in this frisco bay,
bright white sky,
over money making ties,
american dreams,
of single parent homes,
tradeing picket fences,
for triple bolted security gaurds,
market thought,
and sell it off,
some think life is bought,
and my worth is not my income,
my success,
cannot be defined,
by dollar signs,
atlantis always, falls in the sea,
lavish lifestyles,
never fit right in reality,
sharpen your mind,
on the blade of experience,
lose yourself, in the world of enlightenment,
money may brings security,
but life without meaning,
is not worth living,
this world has quick,
become sterile,
we've drowned out life,
in bleach and window cleaners,
numbed our minds,
with t.v. and lines,
and all i want,
is to transcend,
the bullshit of these power struggles,
the bullshit you find,
without peace of mind,
enraged to be caged,
at any age,
sit back and listen to the trees,
they whisper softly in the breeze,
follow the sounds of the stream,
babbling softly of what it's seen,
dissalusioned from capitalism,
loose the illusions,
face irony,
there's no meaning,
if i'm not unique,
no purpose,
if i don't create,
my success is my self worth,
and failure would be,
uselessness

MY STEEL STRINGS

do you smoke yourself to sleep,
dying and crying and watching t.v.,
questioning wondering,
rambling wandering,
with ideas and doubt,
which eat me out,
i walk these streets with my head held high,
and i try to sleep wanting to die,
with tears in my eyes,
i find love is a lie,
and i cease wanting to try,
with a cup of tea,
my steel strings,
cry the pain of my years,
i fly on the wind,
and i see you beyond,
and i know if i leave,
you'll be gone,
these are the moments you grasp,
this is the candle you kneel before,
we are not merely,
part of the machine,
we are wounded and green,
but the scars that we bring,
won't save us from these things,
these moments like dreams,
fade away like the sea,
their lies spread like disease,
they all stand around,
waiting for you to fall down,
the belief in peace,
has long been gone,
and now we just fall down

A PLOT TO BRAINWASH

this concrete's just to hard for my soul,
want to smash my mind open,
on a metal support pole,
digitally speaking,
my connectors are loose,
there's a new bug in my system,
a new virus infection,
some call it life,
some call it a communist brainwashing method,
or a capitalist plot to make us all buy new hard drives

SWEET IRONY

questioning and wondering,
my mind is slowly wandering,
translucent mind paths,
running ahead to fall back,
beautiful irony,
take me in your wings,
sweet melloncollie, i run away from you,
controversy's such a silly thing,
they pretend they care,
then run home again,
crying for their celebrities,
prioritize watch the evening news,
telling lies to economize,
door to door,
you sell you soul,
more and more,
you forget what it's for

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