Poetry by Magni Nominis Umbra

This Fucking Highway

I am so sick
the truck growls by me
tosses my car in its wake
I am so tired
my cigarette burns me
and competes for the ache
I am so bored
you do this every week to me
how much should I take
the songs make so much sense to me
the night chill speaks to me
I will decide eventually
to choose my own fate

but not tonite baby
for now I remain the fake

Little Orange Bottles

Little white caplets,
(funny name, that)
rolling and spinning a few fall to the floor

moaning
groaning
and eight or nine tears
make way for desperate will
but sniffles
shakings
and eighty-nine years
keep resolve stronger... still....

indications for use
(no more heavy machines)
are boldly printed
but more boldly ignored

drink deep of the water
(tastes of lead and chlorine)
two dozen down
just twenty-six more...

What Ifs

What about the what nows?
Who, now, has any thoughts?
Wherefore, the how comes?
When you cannot afford the reason.

And what about a maybe so?
How about a why not?
Moreover, even, a what if?
If what is is not in season

Dear Charlotte

Dear Charlotte,
I should be home by nine
I fed the dog
And theres a letter on the table
from the collection dude in Riverside
(It was certified, so I signed for it)
Dont open it though,
just put it with the others

I'm sorry Charlotte
had to hock your television
for fifty bucks
You remember my freind Broadie?
Me and him had to cruise upstate
(We needed gas cash plus a little more)
Dont worry though,
I'll get it back tomorrow

Ya see Charlotte
Broadie knows this guy
who's got a friend
who just got out of the pen
and we're gonna do him a favor.
(I know what you're thinking Charlotte)
dont jinx us though,
I gotta good feeling tonite

By the way, Charlotte
I borrowed your dad's peice
Hope you dont mind
Were just packing for show, though
Cuz you remember last summer,
we figured, just in case
Never fear, Charlotte,
its not even loaded

See ya soon, Charlotte
Order us some pizza
Cuz I'll have the cash
I practically in my pocket now
Anyways, by the time you read this
I'll be on my home
I love you Charlotte,
should be home by nine.

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Pieces

The particulates
that drift away
Dark as smoke from industrial flames.
Are greater
then their progenitors.
Only becuause they contain
more treasures
(and pain)
Than all the black shit and stains
that remain
leftover
lifeless
on the dirty ground

The Warriors

The hills sit in silent judgment
On the Hell we hath wrought
Defiled blades in our hands
We look upon our lands
As our kin stare blank at our feet

Swordbrothers... ours is
lamentable at best
We brave and mighty few
Remember when tonite you pray
At least we won the day
Perchance that God has hidden his eyes

Warweary King, you have led us on this path
Against the horrid hordes
They came to take our wives
In turn surrendered their lives
to the royal battlehost you command

But at what cost?
The din of battle still great in our ears
The kin of cattle still wears our fear
Harvest, huddle, plant and go to war
year after year after year

And as autumn sets
we take our rest
and wish spring weren't so near

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In The Name of God

The acrid stench of smoke
as we occupy the holy land
vini vidi vici
is all the permission we need

and all the walls will come down
we will sieze this hold ground

Bless us this day, oh Lord
King Richard bids me fight
Dieu et mon droit
Is all the excuse we habit

As the infidels fall down
we claim thee for the crown

We landed on the rock
and feasted with the savages
exitus acta probat
is the only reason we heed

And the heathens will lie down
Or divine right will pluck you from our ground

Leader guide me
I know not what I do
"we are the ubermensche"
and our obedient to you

Although, as sons of David burn
I see the pattern deshroud

The Holy Ghost or The Son
All The Fathers yet to come
Will no doubt smile on our bloodguilt
He will see all of our sins undone
So, heaven help us
While God blesses us... everyone.

Ode to Small Blocks

2 years ago, May, I found my thrill
In a '78 Nova up on Scrap Metal Hill.

Home to birds' nests - grimy and dusty:
A stock Cheverolet, small block 350

With ratchet on the dampner, I gave it a spin
an even compression gave me a grin.

So I pulled the wires to check the plugs,
carmel brown burn! I was in love!

This Chevy workhorse was surely a find,
so I yanked it out and left the Nova behind.

Having seen her soul - it was time for the heart
so when I got it home, I tore her apart.

With beer and my buddies and money to spend
we painstakingly put her back together again.

Now, she's bored .30 over to a 383 and a Crane 400 twists 450 ponies

TRW pistons and Molley rings
are just a few of her favorite things

She's an Accel ignition (for a hot motherfucker)
and the Holley double pumper is a gasoline sucker

and with Hooker headers mated to Dynaflow
she was ready to drop in my "Z" Camaro

Now she lights em up when the tree goes green
Last ETA.... low thirteens!

Now you gasoline boys with your 454s
and your 502s in your souped up Fords

Keep your NOS and your EFI
your supercharged manifold under the highrise
I could really care less what you got under there
To my small block 350... it just dont compare!

When Do We Really Grow Up?

This morning I went out
and battled the cold
This morning I went out
and felt myself getting old

It wasnt my face in the mirror
Or a creak in my bones
Or hair in my shower
Or even living alone

It wasn't the music on the radio
That I didn't understand
It wasn't that the way that I walked
was just like my old man

It wasnt the car that I drive,
though I remember it new
It wasnt the clothes that I wore
or my worn out shoes

What struck me that morn
What ate at my core
I was seeing my life
Like I had never seen it before

So, I took the long way to work
Said "hello" to some kids
Did the sort of things
That I'm sure my grandfather did

And as I sit here tonight
And look at my youth once again
I would have to say I'm happier now
Then I ever was, way back then...

Hey, I Have A Question

Do you ever really ask
What your even doing here?
Do you ever really wonder
Why we live in such fear?
And do you have a portion
any bigger than the rest?
Or are we all in this together
one and all doing our best?

When you look at their eyes
Do you see your own soul?
And when they err
Is it your mistake they stole?
Do ever catch a glimmer
When you present your art?
of the other persons feelings,
Someone else's heart?

The greatest wish I could wish
The greatest tool that I could use
would be to walk a quarter mile
In that other persons shoes

So I was just curious
as I lay here sleeplessly
Does anyone else feel this way?
Or is it just me?

Crazy

Wine in my hand,
slowly twirling... don't know why
I heard the question
and I raised my head
maybe I'm crazy
she's not really there
but I know the answer
anyway
and maybe I'm crazy
but laughing and writing
makes it all go away
and maybe you're crazy
but laughing and hiding
brings quick end to today

Hand in hand
slowly walking, wondering why
we know the answers
we're both so nearby
maybe we're crazy
but smiling and joking
makes the world speed by
maybe we're crazy
but laughing out loud
makes the pain subside

wind in hand
slowly drinking, I don't know why
I hear again the questions
and I raise my head...

Jingle Bell Chat

Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell chat
yakking it up
about this and that
Exposing our genius to everyone
Hoping our connections dont come undone

Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell chat
nobody cares
if we're ugly or fat
and when we get sleepy our typos increase
but everything is more funny at least

but in the meantime
what a fine time
we have all night and day
maybe too much time
but its our own time
that we're wasting anyway!

So give me a wooden horse
huggle me please
blish, phlurt, ignore the spam
PM and LOL in BPE...

thats the jingle bell
thats the jingle bell chat

Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell chat
its so much better
than chattin' 'bout cats
nobody knows
why we do what we do
but we love it here in Yahoo!

Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell chat
missing our friends
when they say "BRB"
making those smileys never annoys
when its from a reg of noy!

and although sometimes
we fight at times
we know you'll still be there
cuz at no time
do we forget the good times
and everything we share!
so gimme a particle
gimme a wave
gimme a "WB"
laughing and typing and laughing again

thats the jingle bell
thats the jingle bell
thats the jingle bell chat

Ten Hut!

I only left for a little while
yet I was quickly forgotten
the clothes are heaped in a smelly pile
permeated with socks so rotten
Cobwebs adorn my sweet, sweet club
Slurpee leavings make my shoes squeak
Someone is making gin in my tub
And failed to pour me a drink

All of the ashtrays are full to their brim
Jaye, I must look to you
Or maybe it was one of your cig smoking friends
Just what in the hell are you up to?

Honey, my trusted and close confidant...
why have you lead my astray
Why did you let these guys just do what they want
Its for their own protection... OK?

And subby baby... chief syrupy one
You went so crazy mad with power
Well while you were having your god-like fun
Why not make EVERYONE a founder?

Guys and Gals (and those labled other)
Aliens, Fish, Wolves, Fruit and Bees
To find friends like y'all, I'd step on my mother
So don't change a bit... if you please!

Toy

I hang my head in shame... toy~
Now I yearn to ryhme your name... toy~
Your posts did shine when shown... toy~
Thrice your presence was made known... toy~

My response I did procrastinate... toy~
So my misery I did comiserate... toy~
And your welcome I did delagate... toy~
Now for your forgiveness, I suplicate... toy~

I should have made it clear... toy~
Your oh so very welcome here... toy~
I really deserve a *smack*... toy~
But I thank the Gods of Noy you're back... toy~

Bit By Bit

bit by bit
you fly away
I bring you close
try and make you stay
piece by piece
you run away
like sand in my hand
you slip through my fingers
conscious of my conscience
yet you linger
bit by bit
piece by piece
word by everlasting word
you fly away

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