Monday, May 13, 2013

Existence

The world is a continuum

Simply revolving on its own accord,

Despite the path its occupants take.

The day we realize

That we are nothing more

Than a collection of atoms and cells

A mass taking up air and space

The day we realize this

Is the day we all stop moving

The day we all collapse

Under the realization

That we mean nothing

We are insignificant.

We carry on in our selfish ways

But that day will never come

Because we will never cease to indulge

In our own selfish fantasies

That we mean something

That we are of significance

But this is all, but a lie

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Can you guess what I am?

The blood of my opponents
Is smeared all on my body
And dripping down my sides
The flesh and juice has settled
The roar becomes dull
My blades have just stopped turning
Easing to a halt
My powers been diminished
And my work has been fulfilled

Friday, May 3, 2013

Little monsters

Little monsters
Scary monsters
Roaming round the night

Claws outstretched
and teeth bared wide
Looking for a freight

Little children cuddled up
In bedrooms
Tucked all tight

While dreaming, hoping, wishing
Little monsters
Do not come into sight

Scurry, scurry
Creak, creak, creak
Little monster feet

Pitter patter
Little claws
Stomping round the street

Peeking in the windows
and lurking behind the door

Do you see the little monsters?
Listen and hear them roar

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Oh Little Poem

Write me a poem
Oh little poem
How short and stout you will be
Write me a poem
Oh little poem
I really don't want to write thee

But now you are finished
All done
Adios!
Oh little poem I see

Friday, April 12, 2013

All the Things Inside Me

I am a flea who is restless
I remain unseen, yet I am always there
I sleep in the crevasses of the mind

I am an eerie glow that clings to the world
Because through my eyes
I never know what is real and what is not
I scream because its the only sound I can make to draw attention

I am the harp of a violin, played to make you weep
I am the sound of a dying soul

In my bones and through my veins
The flames of a dull fire flow
Which are harmless
Until I am force-fed a strong glass of kerosene

When I speak, people rarely seem to listen
They think that what I say, its tainted
They don't know that the words I speak
They are all my truths
All my attempts to prove my innocence

I am dressed in a straight jacket
Forever wrapped inside myself
Trapped in the confines of my own mind

I take my poison in a shot glass
It spreads through my veins like light through a dark room


I'm solely convinced I have maggots
That they lie beneath my skin
And eat away at my mind


It's why people look
And point
And whisper
They say "Look at that man,
see him over there?
He's living proof
that insanity exists."

And I say, maybe it actually does

Thursday, April 4, 2013

Insane

It made the drums pound
Heart beating fast
So rapidly in fact, I thought
It'd burst
It made the waves crash down upon me
Throwing my body back and forth
With such severe thrashing, I thought
I'd snap
It made my ears ring, the whistle of a kettle
The high agonizing pitch
It screamed so loud, I thought
My ears would bleed
It's the insanity that did it
The drums, the whistle, the waves
It's all the crazy in me
The insanity
The insane

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Love Story

Its a panoramic view
It circles above
Catching every glimmer of a smile
Every laugh
(There must be laughter)
An embrace
(There must be that too)
And back round music
Something sweet, to match the mood
To bring the want
The desire
The jealously
The joy
All the appropriate emotions evoked
Then you'll know you've got it
The perfect moment in time
The scene of a first kiss
Or a first date 
The first of anything
Anything to do
With a love story
 

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

3 a.m.

Its 3 a.m.
And I'm lonely
Sleepless
Restless
Bleary eyed
And spinning
The bottle of liquor that sits on the counter
Looks at me
The bottom third of a bottle of whisky
Sits filled with an amber liquid
Its taunting really
The way it sits there
This inanimate object
Bringing such comfort and such sorrow
Sighs and tears can't seem to quiet my thoughts
And the single bare bulb hanging from the kitchen ceiling
Makes the light eerier then it really should be
I sit in an awkwardly made wooden chair
Cutting me off right underneath my shoulder blades
I hold onto the counter tops and lean back
I hold onto the thought of you
My head hangs back
My broken heart seeming to break the slightest bit more
And I take another drink
Its 3 a.m.
And I'm lonely
Sleepless
Restless
Bleary eyed
With a broken heart

Crash

I crash into you
Like moths to a window
Like a spaceship to the moon
I crash into you
Like its all I've ever wanted
And all I've ever feared
Your pretty face
Your pretty smile
Your eyes that shine like the sun
Everything that has encompassed my dreams
And then I crash into you
Dreams colliding with reality
Resistance and curiosity
Fear and joy and cowardliness
Clarity and confusion
Begin
All when I crash
Into you

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Bodies


Tick tock

Bang of a glock

Top shock

Bodies get rocked

Time stops

Heart beats pick up

Nameless named faces

Don’t leave any traces

Bullets and shells

Rain down and men fell

Feet start to run

The butt of a gun

Hangs in the hand

Of a stone cold dead man

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Tonight


Tonight tonight

Tonight at midnight

When the clock strikes twelve

And the owls begin to question

The stars start to shoot

A galaxy of pistols

Bright lights stranded in the open sky

The crackle of the leaves under foot

Of small rodents

At midnight

The world transcends

Into a deep ocean of darkness

There is a silence that hangs in the air

You can feel it

Like a heavy wool cloak

Wrapped round your shoulders

It makes the sound

Of every slight intricate noise

Ring so high it makes the heart skip a beat

Every stir pierces the nerves

And quickens the breath

Bare feet down a paved road

The cool of the air across ones skin

The prickle of pebbles under foot

The moon shining brightly

Though the clouds roll quickly in and out

Wisps of cover for the night

And tonight, tonight

Tonight at midnight

I open my eyes

To a world that’s fallen asleep

Friday, February 15, 2013

Submission

This crooked mind of mine
It just aint right
No way it can be
My thoughts
They are indaquate
Inferior
To yours
I keep them
My thoughts
They are only mine to know
Tucked away
In a dusty card board box
In the corner
Of a shabby dismal house
Forgottten
One day the box may open
Some day
Thats not too far away
But for now
I take on your thoughts as my own
I surrender
I submit

Thursday, February 7, 2013

And We Ran

Birch trees stood tall and awestruck

They grew in scattered patches

Sticking out like soar thumbs in that big open field

But I loved them

Birch bark littered the ground

In between the patches of tough yellow grass

And I remember running

That field seemed so vast and open

And Dakota

A massive white and fluffy dog lumbered behind

He followed me everywhere

Sometimes when the grass was tall

All you could see

Was the tip of his great white tail

It bounced up and down as we ran

And oh how we would run

Right into that big open field

When we approached the end

We came to a hilltop

I felt like I was on top of the world

I looked out over the farm lands

The black spotted cows roamed the pastures

Dakota sat by my side

I breathed in the fresh air

It smelted like summer

I fell back to lay in the tall grass

Dakota sat up on his hind legs

And looked out over the pastures

One heartbeat, two, three

I catch my breath and then I’m up again

Running like never before

And Dakota close at my heels

Friday, January 25, 2013

Descent


I'm from the rocks and the rivers and the trees
I'm from a midnight summers breeze
I'm from droplets of rain and the sun
I'm from a smoking pistol gun
From mercy, love and wisdom
From bright lights and from kingdoms
From parents and from kin
From roses and from sin
From the bootstrap of Italy
Times priceless tale
I’m from the core of the earth
And the belly of a whale