Poetry good enough to kill spiders
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To make it simple to find my poems, I have created an index of
poems. Simply click on the
title and the poems will show up under it.
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There are no new poems, i'll be putting more on in a month or so. so keep wating and you'll get some good shit... i've been really bissy with all the trees to smoke and the littary revulitions, well you know how it can get right? humm... well.. as a great friend once said...
"peace love and chicken grease!"
all hail mr. Bunny!!!
I do realize that there are many typos, and misspelled words, if you feel you need
to, you can email me and I'll fix it, ok. =)
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Enjoy!
I used to go a sailing
Today I went a running
the night comes,
and I dream of crushed velvet hills,
but this,
one night, I will come for you I will come to wrap my arms around
you I will come to hold you softly in my
arms. One night… Some night. Tonight.. . … I will come for you
in your dreams, Sweet dream angel, Let me be your unconscious muse. One starlit night, I will teach you to dance, And the rhythm will catch in your
feet, And it will catch in your soul. One night….. One starlit, Honey kissed night, I will come and sugar coat your
world, I will make the morning dew on the leaves outside your window turn to rock candy. Some day… .. Some day I will know the curves of
your body, And you will know the sweet of mine.
How odd, that I thought it when you wrote to me...
How strange this feeling...
Echo of past love
Time to sleep...
Echo of past love...
I've sat by and watched,
I've known them my self,
And I needed them,
I watched
here I give you
so here I lay me down,
Tide high,
My love…
and the waves rise and crash back down,
then along came, a large fishing boat,
deep in a thought pool,
but still some how I am called back,
the sea,
it's different.
it's scary.
it's hard.
I give my voice,
the endless bank of words
there’s no point
the quintessential lie
While your sleeping
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Untitled
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Lily pads and turpentine love songs
Over hills of clay,
Where on flowered memories,
Would grow like dandelions in May.
I’d sit upon the smooth earth,
And waste my day away,
Remembering the sweet love of my yester days.
Out into crystal waves,
Where under hopefilled fishes,
Would swim about their way.
I’d sit and wonder,
What makes them swim that way?
I could barley touch hope in those sorrow days.
Out into the sun,
Tasted hopefillt plentys
And knew the love of ladybugs.
Today I went to Catalina,
I swam in the sea,
Today nothing was too much for me.
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titled: yellow lines; a poem for Eire and Onion
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Sea Rose
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mar y sol
As I held you close.
As so slowly we moved concurrently
There on those wooden floors,
Threadbare wooden floors
Threadbare from so many souls that
Had treaded and boogied over them.
So contentedly you held back onto me,
As I held onto you with all my vigor.
And I want to misuse words in your
name,
I want to tangle my self up in your
skin…
Your beautiful skin…
Olive as mine is olive,
You’re the supernatural being of my
slumber,
We moved, round as music played
I swear, I saw new universes in your
eyes
I swear that your had galaxies and planets in your
body.
I know, you’re the center of all the
universes.
There on those threadbare floors,
I fell in love with the blueprint of
you.
I fell in love with what you could be
Could be past all the pretense
All, all the wonder you have
Have in studded hips
And sleek Latin thighs…
And for a moment,
I almost thought that you held me
Held me back as we danced….
Then,
Then the music,
The music, it discontinued.
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To Be A Poet
all you have to see
your hands are quills,
and movement your ink.
then to my paper skin,
you can be a poet.
writhing great sonnets down my back,
and delicate rhymes up my legs...
then,
you are a poet to me.
do not worry about the words,
you speak in movements,
like a ballerina to the stage,
it is not the shoes that make her great,
but the movement...
so is a poet,
only your movement upon the paper matters....
and when you see this
You will be a poet to my skin.
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Hills of Crushed Velvet Green
and melted butter sun pours down
crushed velvet hills.
I would walk over this whole earth,
in search of you...
searching the places you used to go.
these hills,
we lived here for so long....
I had hoped you would return as I have.
and shadows dance over
crushed velvet hills.
I would, anything to be with you now.
the years come and go,
and I as I always will be,
look, look for traces of you,
you in the stars,
you the sun...
I search.
and still....
you are not here.
I have looked every inch of these
crushed velvet hills,
and you are not here,
not where you belong...
you belong in my arms...
and you laying on them...
it is solely a dream.
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One Sweet Night
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as I think of you
the way the moon lights your body,
as I think of the sweet angel grace...
all I want is to hold you.
as I think of the way you move,
the way you glide...
all I can dream of is the stars in your eyes
and the studs at your thighs
as I think of you,
all I can do,
is drop all my soul,
and fight to be with you.
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When the poetry flows...
you just have to type.
just let the words fall out of your fingers
like little raindrops of a cloud.
you've been my cloud,
blocking out the sun,
I miss those warm rays..
it's been such a long time,
since I took a nap in her warmth.
and how warm she was....
I can almost smell her on my skin now....
sometimes...
you just have to talk to get the poetry to flow.
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Lookin' back
Since the last time I looked back and wanted.
I don’t know how long exactly I’ve been here,
Walking in pain.
But all the blood I’ve lost…..
It’s making me weak.
I don’t know when I’ll get where I’m going.
I don’t know where, where I’m going is.
So many people coming and going,
And the earth inside of me but weeps.
I want to cry….
But the tears would flood my sight.
So I remain, half stoned on pain.
There are angels above me…
And diamonds below.
I am pulled in 2 directions….
Bisected by my heart and my head.
I wonder how long I can go on this way,
Without being so dead.
So many days,
I’ve passed without looking back.
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The Triumphant Return Of My Muse.
And the dry liquid of verse,
Re-saturated…
And my words again intrans the air…
Demand silence as they sing.
My words once again,
Are free…
They have forgiven me,
Forgiven the affair I have with clay…
And even fallen in love
With my mud-babies.
The precious children of my hands.
And my muse,
He has returned to me.
And the thought of poetry resounds
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Thank You For The Stars
I crawl out my window, on to a roof.
And, I watch...
Watch the stars watching me...
And I know,
Somewhere, you love are under those same stars,
and that they see you,
your soft smile,
and your resting body....
the one I long to rest against....
And, instead of being jealous
I whisper to the stars...
"sweet kiss him for me,
softly dear, for a soul's,
one like hers.... it's a gentle thing."
And, I thank God, for the stars...
and for you.
* Alain
I wanted so bad to hold you,
To let you know I was there,
But you were so far away
I could not even find you in your eyes
I sat silent, an empty vessel,
There is plenty of room for your tears in me.
I’ll take them if you want...
But you won't let me, hua?
No, I thought not.....
But I wish there was something I could do.
You just sat as quiet as I did.
I should have said something?
I wish, I could make it better
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My Last Poem
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To A Nic
How carelessly, my words must have fallen in your lap.
Never did I expect anyone, to find them in this world so
Full of so many useless words...
Never could I have predicted this....
This swelling in my fingers...
This tightening of my lungs...
This feeling that now dwells within...
Never did I expect anyone, to say they enjoyed my words...
Never could I have foreseen this
That I would fall into your words...
That I would anticipate the next word...
That I would fall into you....
When I don't even know you.
Dance under my paper skin...
My grayscale veins reverberate
Reverberate the sounds
Sounds of you
You were my hearts reason for waking...
For melting from its slumber of years..
Echo
Echo my soul
Souls last dream
Dream of you...
Scream so loud,
There is but silence to my ears.
My body reverberates your shockwave
Shock of my sprit...
I love you...
Love...
Loved you...
You.
Broken pieces of a prism,
Re-reflecting light into ultraviolet rays...
Echo of you...
My rosetime lover...
Sleep deep into your skin
Echo...
Echo of past love...
Of your hands upon my paper
You’re a poet to my skin.
So hot that I’ve turned to ice...
Reverberate the silowet of lovers
To candle light.
Reverberate my waking dream...
My rose...
My lover...
Echo of you...
Echo forever.
What they do.
And I don't need them,
Like I used to.
Them destroy my best friend.
And I was quiet as I watched,
My friend’s life end.
I felt them coursing through my vein.
In them I lost my self,
For a wile it took away my pain.
I needed to be falsely free.
And I saw them,
Break down everything I thought I could be.
My friend die.
I needed them too.
They made me cry,
As quite usually they do...
Then I was free of them,
And my dreams started coming true.
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Remember
The crashing diamond coated water.
Bring back into my thoughts,
The smell and sound of it crashing,
Weighing down on my body,
My once warm skin now cold.
Oh, please bring back the small cascades,
That silenced everything but my soul...
Bring back please into my hands and feet,
The smooth gliding rock, while I walk,
And while I slip and climb back up again.
Please, please bring back all the memories,
The things I so long...
Please,
I must remember...
Before you and the world.
I sacrifice my self,
A simple poet girl.
I dedicate my heart to yours.
all my tears to hold for me,
my fears,
my life,
all of Me.
here I promise to always be true,
or at least as true as I can be.
I shall find safety in your arms,
and rest in your hands,
I will in you, redefine whom I Am.
for you to keep,
all through my life,
and even when I sleep.
here I give you everything,
because some day,
I know....
You’ll love me too
When my hopes keep being smashed,
I will give up,
I should just be thankful,
I have so much now,
Maybe I should be humble,
and not ask for more fulfillments,
there’s to many others that,
have no joys at all,
and I have,
food, shelter, and prayer.
Why would I need more?
Maybe I do not need to celebrate god,
Maybe all I need is my prayer,
And I fear I may have asked to much.
walking sometimes
and other times
running and tripping,
as I was not looking where I was going,
these old familiar roads,
the only ones I ever knew,
they seem to lead directions
that no longer I want to go.
I had decided...
I could be satisfied in them,
but now I know that I could not,
and never will be.
And so I search for new roads
as I run off the beaten path.
deep into the woods.
sun set.
Live, then die.
Forever my love to you,
Immortal love,
That the gods could not break,
So strong my love.
tide low.
Born, then give birth.
Forever my faith in you,
Immortal love,
The world in all its beauty,
Not to compare to you.
It lives undying even after I die,
For my words,
Are immortal…
As is my love.
I am lost far far away at sea.
no one even knows I’m out here,
so no one comes to look for me,
Forever a drift on the sea.
the breeze is blowing hard and heavy,
and I am no more alive for I have drown,
killed my self in my words.
who through her nets into the sea,
she brought up Me.
and with the captains words,
air filled my lungs...
I was reborn.
though forever I’ll stand,
no more in the ocean,
I’m safe from the storm,
and some part of me wants to go.
and I don't know if I’ll survive,
all alone,
I might have to let some one in.
my home,
my death,
my need,
my drug,
my last passion,
Me.
knowing who I am
I hide by telling them away,
keeping them on the outside of my wall.
casting them out of my thoughts,
telling them off,
saying go away,
leave me be,
so I never got close,
so I never bleed,
so I’m always safe,
and always lonely.
because all I’ll ever be,
to you is what I’m not,
I’m just not.
I love so much just to be around, you
and I am happy with what I have,
but I’ll always want more.....
to type out me,
to out-release on a keyboard...
not ink to paper.
to here the click of the keys,
to not have fluid,
poetry inside of Me.
to think, I have turned my back to my poetry.
to know....
it still resents Me.
to type out of me,
in an attempt to out-release,
what once, came so fluid through my pens....
the age in my bones.
the cracking and hardening of my soul.
I know it now...
as faith grows old,
I feel it now.
I’m tired,
and so warn down.
the wearing of my recycled paper skin.
I know it now....
I’m loosing who I am
in the capture of my art.
to the silent suffering of my people.
I give my soul,
to this cause.
I fight now,
for equality, and the right to fall in love.
my heart,
should not,
will not be stopped by and ones law.
my choice not to chose to repress,
is one on which I will not withdraw.
to the silent suffering of my people,
a people, not bound by race or religion.
a people, widely discriminated against.
and I,
I am silent today....
silent for those forced into silence...
today I give up my voice for change.
the once fluid poetry
has dried/ it now blows as dust
instead of ooze liquid word lust
for prose
for the marriage my pen has to paper
the safety-deposit of my mind
has gone bankrupt
I did not know the bank would die
now my pen, it can only cry
for prose
for the adultery my hands commit with clay
the paper I have betrayed
sweet against you skin?
resting calmly,
smoothly in your arms.
a place where you can love me...
(as I would you if you would give me a chance.)
where is a place
where you can look at me
not as a friend..
look and see a lover,
a beautiful lover...
where is this place?
a place here we could live forever...
...happily...
if only I could find it.
why not here?
ooze out my finger tips
the quintessential lie
I’m a poet
an artist
cant you tell?
watch your back
wile your walking
I’ll run up behind you.
steal the images in your soul
call them mine.
I’ll borrow your memories
take the profit
you won't miss It.
to my pointless prose
words wedged together
pretending to be poetry
like a little girl in dress up
I’m a poet
an artist
cant you tell?
I’ll crawl into your dreams
and capture your nightmares
perhaps that’s why my words
entangle you
they were originally yours.
and you’ll admire Me.
and you’ll never know,
You’re my only muse.
it's mandatory to everyone
I’ve become the center stage attraction
the poet
the artist
I’m not
I Am
But A Common
Thief