I see fools
I bear witness to a breaking, a parting of Friends. I bear witness to the uselessness of Witnesses to no end. I bear no grudge to either failures I see no crying taking place On either side of the arguments I see fools -- not friends
Poetry Drafts
Black Rose
The Black Rose beckons me Like the Fiddler in the stream of old & the maple leaf flying in a distant breeze. Symbols of longevity, prosperity & Subtle truths I feel the calling of the wind Yet the love of the rose remains & With the fading Fiddler I cannot trust I waver about the paths before me Across the fields of dreams Nymphs of youthful juices roam In pursuit of hearts of eager young men Lost to unspoken dreams I was once lost; a man without purpose Once lost in the illusions of truth Truths now obliterated Truncated Stewed and steamed & Soon to be purged & cleansed from this Feeble corpse of manliness The Black Rose beckons me The Fiddler knows my name The Maple leaf … a wrapper at best For my final rest
Missing Out
I’m sorry for not taking the time & effort
To read your bleeding hearts’ outpourings
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I am at present (& god for knows how long)
Unable to comprehend anything & …
Anything but the rising of the sun and the
Setting of the moon above
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I am lost
Not part of anything that matters
Unengaged as far as engagement goes &
Unconcerned about all matters thereof
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‘I’ve got to give it up’, Phil sang and
I found the evocation apt as it left to us
Interpret his intentions:
'Drugs’ most would say as he did his fair
Share of the bane of contemporary life
But I can see the other issues; the otherlife
And that broken string once strummed so
Hard
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I’m sorry
I’m sorry to you as reader
I’m sorry for you the mother
Having to put up with a son so
Eager to stay away, to stay afloat
On his own; walking tall without having
Been born with a silver spoon
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Comma Comma Comma
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I’m sorry mother
I’m sorry that you will never read this &
Never know how it was to grow up
To be told to stay away from strangers;
Never to be told the truth of love
And the consequences of --Missing out
Signal Boost
I always feel like my prose stuff doesn’t get the limelight on here like my poetry does, so in a rather shameful act of self-promotion, I am linking several of my reblogged short pieces in this one post, hoping to get a few more reads…that is “reads” not just “likes”…I just hope it works, ‘cause every time I promote my own stuff I feel so dirty afterwards, lol
Replacing Doom
In search of olden days Of a younger I of which I dreamt I went off in pursuit To replace the doom I carried around inside me The corridors of power With a blazing gun in my hand Killing Nazis whenever found In search of olden days Of a younger I of which I dreamt The forrests of power now looming The call of duty of modern warfare Beckoning; so far no Nazis in sight Only death reoccurring -- fast
Special Regret (meow)
I shave my balls and wait for the
Penny to drop. The bouncing fires of
Hades matter, like time and the
Beating of hearts.I wear your earrings as a token,
Stolen; like the skin I broke as I
Pushed right through; I’m sorry.I walk in your shoes, high-heeled &
Covered with lipstick; bleeding.I am a vibrating pussy now; kneeling
I am so dripping wet; but for you I am just a
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Special
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Regret
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Wooly Dreams
Days without sleep I sit down without Thinking Forehead hitting edge of Table & I bleed Profucely I remember enjoying silence Masturbation among the Sheep Days without sleeping Without orgasm or Progress Days speaking of the Otherworld To this world and the Weary Mindless sheep with Wooly dreams which I cut Without bleeding
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As a child I liked chocolate milk
As a child I liked chocolate milk, hot and White bread; dipping I now mix the powdered chocolate With vodka: to recreate the feeling I fail with my endeavour (I fail at most things…) I blame bad parenting Or the lack of -- French bread
When Funny goes to die
When funny goes to die // slowly through illness // terminally ill goes stumbling and dies // right there before us - funny has died // there are only tears left here // not of the happy type // not the type they deserve // a funny man // a funny woman // funny has died // rest in peace