do you understand
that "they" told paul to shut up
and he kept preaching?
by bs of whatever the consequences
some minds are very
hyperactive, it shows through
their speech and manners
by bs of or lack thereof
so sustain yourselves?
in protest or vanity?
or something more worthy?
by bs
some made art by the
gluing of fur to a tea
cup, what was that then?
by bs
some discover their
voice when they discover their
audience, and speak
by bs
have you noticed my
anger? of course, patent flaw
we all have them, then
does it take courage
or unwavering stupidity
to keep fighting on
by bs
perhaps you all need
to learn a new language and
need to hear with new ears
by bs
is this not an age
of video news, right there
at your door, madness?
by bs
what is worth the
audience, impatient and
down right f-ing spoiled
by bs
I've often noted
that people have a hard time
seeing their own flaws
by bs
Please stop your haikus
Self-indulgent gibberish
Pastiche of knowledge
by William Nippress of It takes too long to skip to something worth reading
there is no demand
for schizophrenic magpies
seek help and move on
by sf
that does it, then eh
pizzas for everyone, just
you wait, (u'll know it's me)
by bs
for william...
look in the mirror
there's your enemy now look
outside the window
there's your subject matter
by bs
william nippress
sounds as a wine making place
is your shiraz good?
or shall you press me
and make my blood flow
with thine feet taste thy dirt
by bs
this is overkill
it's said to say sour grapes
by some and move on
audiences you know
come and go as do poets
shovels dig and bury
maybe I am heaping
dirt on some corpses
who's time has come
by bs
sometimes it's trash
sometimes innovation
sometimes observation
by bs
I can't remember
the lines I desired to
set in the middle
by bs
sometimes the fighting
spurs brainstorms but Katrina
drowned new orleans...
by bs
in a hall of those
said mirrors images distort
I can't tell syllable...
shapes formless and
lovecraftian, madness
ah yeah right...
caveman on a car insurance
commercial
by bs
I guess lush means the
guy who sits at the bar and
asks for free drinks, huh?
by bs
folks fight because they
like heroin and the booze
are addictions, fold...
by bs
so I am and you
are enemies of self, once
that war is won then...
by bs
speaking, the foes of
someone else are idiots
who's worst foe is self
sit in a room and
have no one about, no folks
just you and a book
we need audience
hecklers, fans, and writers
are a bad audience
by bs
sodomy is a
way of also tearing ass...
but not my sticking...
by bs
the black soul is just
weak, republican conv. batch
smashing lib'rals...
by bs
when you die and have
nothing more to say who cares
they bury you down
all is left is scribbles
by bs
I can't write Haikus
I'm like an empty vessel
Need a Nemesis
by William Nippress of Insult me or make me laugh
mine horrid posture
serves purpose none, erasure
blackened soul escape
by Lush
'pon keyboard collapsed
smashed, a tortured synapse, eh...
bottled idiocy
by Lush
submersed bathosphere
beneath the worst, tongue most shear
testicular schmear
by Lush
follicles failing
developing monk's tonsure
emboldened whilst bald
by Lush
novel asshole torn
thrice from several directions
no one digs bs.
by Lush
I am wounded but
I know this is no excuse
but to get back up
by bs
how many times has
the world ended in the past
only to keep going
by bs
some Bible code stuff
more late great planet earth stuff
end of the world stuff...
by bs
wiser voices at
times prevail but Saul is still
doomed to consult death
by bs
no flagellation
don't try to please everyone
just laugh at yourself
by ash
Oh my mighty flask
O'er the waves of grain
please ease my pain
by Betty LeBomb
the eyes turn glassy
my ears hear nothing but wind
it's death by lecture
by sf
Wind and rain and
shivering at the bus stop.
The end of summer?
by stillinmyjimjams
people are a drag
a distraction, not evil
just, not like me...so
by bs
it's hard to relax
sometimes, introversion
90210
by bs
I am also told
that the harder one fights then
the other fights back
good for sex, bad for poetry
by bs
to stroke ego is
masturbation posing
as sacred artwork
by bs
a scythe, for harvest
cutting down old growth for fall
colors appear flat
by bs
what worth is this
site anyhow, what value
do any of you have?
by bs
to lose self in the
winds of emotion to be
tossed by human tides
by bs
some people give up and
when they are gone, and I want
you to get lost you
stick around when you
wouldn't give me your time or
space, and it repeats...
by bs
the slap on the back
of the car,the fool does not
repent, he's stupid
by bs
