Happy Birthday

Birthday girl,
Well wishes to fill lakes.
We should have a few drinks,
Don't worry, I'll handle
your's. I'll need them greatly,
More than you.

Pest Control

The cities were blackened
All life extinguished.
The crops were burnt
No future allowed.
Every hope removed,
Systematically eliminated.

Every effort, every hope-
For their eradication.
Every effort, every hope-
For their extermination.
Roaches don't die.

No, roaches don't die.

Cockroaches don't die motherfucker.

Oh, and rats- poetical nonsense,
Extruding endlessly about vermin-
Rats- RATS!

The profitability of decay.

Some Pantoums

Party!

Oh Dionysus,
Bless my drink.
The wine shall flow,
Partake our joy

Bless my drink,
Stamped grapes aged.
Partake our joy,
We dance the night.

Stamped grapes aged,
The room is spun.
We dance the night,
The lights do turn.

The room is spun,
Our stomachs churn.
The lights do turn,
Seeing dinner twice,

Our stomachs churn.
The wine shall flow,
Seeing dinner twice.
Oh Dionysus.


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Sweet Embrace

Always your's,
Oh great lover.
By my side every step,
My masterful stalker.

Oh great lover,
Cold Sweat embrace.
My masterful stalker,
Flying to you.

Cold Sweat embrace,
You give love meaning.
Flying to you,
With finality.

You give love meaning,
Of body and mind.
With finality,
My eyes close.

Of mind and body,
By my side every step.
My eyes close,
Always your's.


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Burning Passion!

I am the inferno,
The passion unabated.
A thousand nuclear furnaces,
To make my mind thirsty.

The passion unabated,
Pondering the stars.
To make my mind thirsty,
A universe awaits.

Pondering the stars,
Love of cosmic questions.
A universe awaits,
No three letter answers.

Love of cosmic questions,
Of stardust going home.
No three letter answers,
Only natural elegance.

Of stardust going home,
A thousand nuclear furnaces.
Only natural elegance,
I am the inferno.

Grief

O outer senses there is peace,
A dreamy peace on either hand,
Deep silence in the shadowy land,
Deep silence where the shadows cease.

Taken from "La Fuite de la Lune" by Oscar Wilde

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Silence to balm my restless mind,
Awash with questions, legion doubts.
Loss and betrayal splashed such joy,
Voices who sing only mem'ry-
And voices pester nevermore.
Inconstant nature cannot cease,
And only stillness can release.
The quiet of this night answers,
Dominion where oneness has lease,
O outer senses there is peace.

The moon is hiding, charcoal sky,
And snow has frosted everything.
The air is crisp and hisses soft,
Sending people home so restful.
The night's young, but feeling ancient,
The constant loss of mortal sand.
Sifting through my fingers to join,
Mem'ry, the former side of now.
These special moments cannot stand,
A dreamy peace on either hand.

Twisting land of sleeping dreamers,
The dead don't lie, regret verbose.
It murks in static sometimes clear,
Crystal words spoken to one's dear.
It shifts and twists as stomachs can,
Painful mem'ries beset in band.
And I run to an end of things,
A deep place with no mind for thought.
This is the sound of long spent sand,
Deep silence in the shadow land.

Dreams do end, but light comes again,
Morning comes for cowards and men.
Light accounts fevered rationals,
Scenarios saving the still-
We shake our heads in confusion.
Time only works for healing. Grease
Content in you fellow's comforts.
Living's own purpose is succor,
With one's friends is the only peace,
Deep silence where the shadows cease.

Blissful Ignorance

They built a cave for me, crafted of clay.
Furnished for life, and dressed it so I'd stay.
Kissed my father once- mother always twice,
and the door collapsed, leaving was so nice.

I held teddy close, from loneliness shield.
Darkness crept in, only family did yield.
I slowly felt towards, my cup and string,
In this silent cave, only it did sing.

Days weathered on, eroded into years.
The cup to ear, my parents spoke as seers.
Their words painted skies, puffed many a cloud,
Wondered at such things, that I mouthed aloud.

Didn't stop at stars, sung of angel wings,
Told me of the Lord, and of Heaven's rings.
This pursed my brow. I understood the sky,
These words so odd though, wondered why they'd lie.

Time mirrors back, and I can see the past,
Knowledge newly earned, has me not aghast.
It was an act of love, to shield from truth,
A world so burnt now, wrapped in words so soothe.

Whetted as my mind was, urgent to dig.
I grabbed my first few stones, but none too big.
I felt the need strong, not for food or drink,
To see these things that, made it hard to think.

I worked in fever, had to know so bad.
Couldn't trust but, I loved my mom and dad.
Rocks piled backwards, from superstition'd steep
Filling up my bed, I worked without sleep.

The final keystone pulled, rocks tumbled down,
and the world as it was, naught but to frown.
The sky was was painted, but different shades yes.
Dark clouds did swirl, around a red mor'ess.

Lightning crashed, struck, and people cried again,
My parents came tailed, by women and men.
They spoke a truth profane. Painted in shame,
It seemed you see we, set the world aflame.

They had hid me then, struck me from the world,
To cover my eyes, as our death unfurled.
The walls were falling down, horns should've blown,
To see all of this, wished I hadn't known.

But time weathers on, and final years burn.
Stuck in that cave, I'd have no chance to learn.
Regret melts away, and peace settles in,
Blissful ignorance, is the only sin.

Moody

Banal man, fresh works laud more of men's pretension.
Poorly concealed misanthrope, he profits quick.
Money filled pockets quell unfulfilled expression.

Early life Mother starved poor baby love's affection,
Private life later and drunk he whines Father strict,
Banal man, fresh works laud more of men's pretension.

He gathered whores and wives called by his sensation,
Fevered search for loving, the man no more than dick.
Money filled pockets quell unfulfilled expression.

Fat from drink, toned on sex yet starved for exertion,
Shattered window pane inspires the mind with a prick.
Banal man, fresh works laud more of men's pretension.

Dark glass sculpts macabre stanzas to his extinction,
Fevered form, the art garners decries screaming sick.
Money filled pockets quell unfulfilled expression.

Art's wails mourn lost meanings, shard his work's destruction.
Trapped by death, viewers pass his life with just an ick.
Banal man, fresh works laud more of men's pretension.
Money filled pockets quell unfulfilled expression.

Sol

There comes a time just at the brink of morn,
The sun will wax- long since candles burn.
Fans and feeds our pain alight, seething scorn,
No balm for our relief ne'er mind our yearn.

A bowl of apples sits atop the sill.
A single one ripped random from the bowl.
The sunlight bleaches- hastens rot red kill,
Blight and maggots radiance extoll.

Man reaches forward solo in the sand,
Looking for refuge, darkness' relief.
An ugly bright beast doles out its brand,
Bathed in its light, his pain defies belief.

Strike the suns then, and rip them from the sky,
Without fire, life would never know to die.

What I've Lost

Don't help me, I'm harried in the wind.

I miss the, Soft comfort in your arms.

You left me, On legs grown up to move.

And with you, I can not see the world.



I fear the end's cold finality.

I mourn the injustice in the world.

I am the blotted rorschach painting.

Don't help me, I'm harried in the wind.



You told me to never be afraid.

You helped me to grow up a little.

You made me feel everything's okay.

I miss the, Soft comfort in your arms.



We fought when I touched another's flesh.

We screamed when I saw what you could not.

We wept when she didn't make it home.

You left me, On legs grown up to move.



You brought me the brightest of worlds.

You made me content with what I had.

You taught me to trust what I was told.

And with you, I can not see the world.



-I,
Pushed from you, Despite nostalgia.

-I,
Miss only the, Certainty of the past.

-I,
Stand just to, Be harried by the wind.

-And I know,
That with you, I'd be a dullard child.