POEMS : 2017

2017-01-11

I used to be a snowman

But now I'm just some sludge

An addict to nightmare

Or a dream one might begrudge

I was raised by demons

And then formed with flakes of snow

Their patterns all embedded

In the body where I'd blow 

Thru memories of colder days

When I was free to be

A flake up in the sky

Or then landing on a tree

Until a bunch of children

Came to menace me

They put a carrot on my face 

With acorn eyes to see

They made sure I adored them

They said look how fast we run! 

Just as the heat was rising

From the mourning noon day sun

Well I used to be a snowman

But now I'm just some sludge 

In darkness grey lamp burning

With a hankering for fudge 

Yes I used to be a snowman

But now I'm just yer sludge 

An addict to a nightmare

Or a dreAm one might begrudge.

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2017-01-13

Do your best.

This is magical. 

But it's dark. 

It's dark magic. 

Wooden spark. 

This transformation

Out of chains

Out of drama

Out of claims

That you've traumatized

A ship you've set sail. 

Out of fraud of the psyche 

Or emotional blackmail. 

Out of others control. Or not feeling whole. 

The weapons they used for the time that they stole. 

This is dark magic. 

Magic because, 

I've become the super nova

I always thought I was. 

I've become the light I had, 

but couldn't yet see. 

With packs of bullies and thieves 

following me. 

It's dark cause 

they’re gunning for me now

The smear

And their puppets

Dirty deeds

holy cow. 

It's magic cause 

I don't have to 

subvert myself now

My voice is my own

Always was anyhow,

But now not deflated 

Not spun out afraid, 

The chords of their toxins

Cut by my shiny blade.

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2017-01-21

Life is fool of ups and downs 

Hood winked by the sad face clowns

And wrinkled when we go

Out with all the lunatics

Beat you down with stones and sticks

And words that hit below

The belt on highway atmosphere 

Looking out for goodly cheer

And friendships you can keep

Most will simply slide away

Your pride should take holiday

And let your anger sleep

We can give it all away

The things we fear will simply say

Look up in the sky

Love is in the atmosphere 

The space between us reaching near 

Let's look each other in the eye

Some of us are born with this 

A gift we should bestow 

She said that we should go with it 

She wanted you and me to know

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2017-01-26

Rooster. 

The hidden circus

Monkey grave

You shock the monkey

I'll be your slave

Two hundred years

And fifty more

Most family line

Is need or more 

The hidden circus

Broken still

There is no help

Or magic pill 

Evil sometimes 

Has its way

It bites your ass

You're scarred in trade

But you have lived 

Tho the past is gone

Isolation

They mean you harm

They smirk when they

See you on the street

Your a puppy child 

Or a piece of meat

Mirror mirror 

On the wall 

Foldielocks

And the unknown ball

Eyes wide shut

Vagina strut

The long legs open 

Before they shut

Some cocks lift off

Some cocks fall

Some just move 

While others ball

Some go awol

And others shout 

some just wander

Around the barn and spout. 

I love you two times

See you know more

Belong to widows

And songs of yore 

I should have left you

Bewildering 

A frozen tiger

Or diamond king

Hello gulag

The circus toe

The elephants mouse

from key largo

Are they above me

Or somehow below

I've lost myself 

In your off beat glow 

Are they getting back and in 

The circus breaking 

Deep down within

The trainer quaking 

The lion tame

She comes for you it's 

Her again

The hidden circus 

Lifting sin now

Touch the need 

Within our skin

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2017-01-26 (2)

The Devil Takes The Hindmost

If it wasn't what it is

It wouldn't be what it was

I never wanted this

I whisper underneath the bus

As you ride away from here 

My mind will cry and fuss

But what is left to save

When you've killed good will and trust

I begged you to begin

To try and treat me fair

It must be some mistake

You must be unaware

But your pain it just kept coming

Bewildered in my fear

I called out for your hand

But you were nowhere near

Since then I've shaved my head

My name is smeared alone

I try to follow any thread

But it's dancing skin and bone

The skeletons at prey

The wolves call them their own

I'm locked inside and waiting

As they sniff around my home.

The Devil Takes The Hindmost 

We've all been orphaned here

The Echo Maze perplexing

The Last Dupe at the rear.

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2017-01-28

A Love Note From The Sixties. 

To go to sleep,

the dawn has come, 

The drugs 

are quicksand grind. 

Of course

you're unfulfilled, 

My friend, 

The residents Must rewind. 

For them, 

you're unforgiven,

Another 

burning noose,

An apartment 

up in flames,

The whole place

much too loose. 

Quicksand Armageddon,

The Herculeas 

of fright, 

but 

Who could really scare you,

Those

that sang to you goodnight? 

Those

that packed your paper lunches? 

Those,

that testified to light? 

Those 

that fixed your broken shower, slinging mud with all their might?

You've humbled much like Michael. 

You've watched a tired land,

Regret it's self destruction,

With a gun in every hand. 

And the ones that couldn't find you. 

How hard did they look?

The alarms and cops are coming, 

Why are you dressed up like a crook? 

Who could say they know you, 

Always on the run?

How long to call on fear, 

Or make it look like having fun?

But facing truth is reckless. 

It's destruction all around,

If your life is built on lies,

And the structure is unsound. 

But look around the neighborhood, 

Most are running scarred,

on a mountain meditating,

A thousand junkies less impaired. 

And sleep the sacred ruler,

The only real thing in this mess,

It attempts to wake you up,

With it's innocent address. 

But you run like beasts on fire,

To your same deceitful ways,

A toy that's set on broken,

Or a zombie in a daze. 

Please don't think it's judgement, 

I'm less ideal than that. 

Who designed this madness?

A maze inside a rat?

And when you ask it to forgive you,

Just who's voice is that?

A killer or a preacher?

Or a stolen baseball bat? 

Shattering a window

On a building abandoned still,

A trashcan is on fire 🔥 

It's what's left of your free will. 

And this is life resolving

Itself into a box, 

With a love note from the sixties, a broken necklace and a cross.

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