Cold dark night no stars
Winter in the desert sand
cactus in the snow

blue distance shivers
stings attraction becomes mine
fuckin cold ass wind

fine okay uh huh
you wanna get spiffy,,huh?
I'll show you spiffy...

whatever who cares
I see you beachin and stuff drinking vodka too

like I said before
there are just some people who
wear those ugly shirts

I hear that old ron
james dio invented that
sign we see at those

heavy metal shows
that he throws, freedom in the
shadow of the horns

I write a bad peom
it's not any good at all
because I hate poems

the small kitchen stool
not useful to the tall man
sat in the corner

Art is everywhere
It's a white-capped mountain or
A shit-stained toilet

The purpose of art
Lets you see the everyday
The edge of knowing

it's easy to get
discouraged when "art" is at
once an outlet and

a means to show folks
where a person comes from and
to be told no, ouch...

everybody different, si

waves, they live for now
unified water motion
containing all life

okay so it is
usually i get a laugh
funny things have heart

A blink of the eye
Not the past, not the future
Live in the moment

the drugs don't work and
the pussies, well I saw team
america...the drunk speech...

not sure about the 10
penny nail dissolve myth of
coke's solvent nature...

coke is really great
when applies to your wrinkles
try it and tell me....

I fear that the h20
bottled by Coke has epsom
salt in it, I uh

looked it up

holding your hair up
while you puke beer on gutters
oh to be in love

The world is out there
Why are you afraid of it?
There's pussy and drugs

and sadly also
they are found next to the um
optimus prime for sale

gold lares and penates
they met at the ball and danced
once animated

the principle of
the removal by usage
applies to not much

the final result
is the alienation
or joining to man

address the reader
eyes have informal direct
one does what one can

dodge parry thrust dodge
words used as weapons when best
uses put aside

calling and calling
sleep has written my name down
and I walk along

the chthonian
versus the apolloynian
that's just all greek...

to me

like a restless ghost
beyond usual confines
from planet ornate

disrupted balance
emotion interfered with
no poison needed

to kill and confront
the jungian shadow, the
great quest of life

magical weapon
thrusting for the urging lead
symbolic logic

now to check oil and
break fluid, worn parts and the
usual flutter

admit hampering
check initial confidence
attitude's purpose

the soceity vs
the self, a moving social plate
techtonic, and wild

aiming for less, to
strive for mediocrity
denying my true self

were it to break and
shatter, the tower falls and
rests in ruin, dust

insecure schizoid
hiding behind masks of self
the real self as glass

I have become the
monster I so dread in the
life I have thus fought

the playground monster
still lives inside a grown soul
blowing up at fluff

I am cruel in my
mindless assertions for I
must become better

less a fool with a
big mouth, and a man who is
a man for mankind

i keep expecting
for fascination to wane
and for you to leave

i keep expecting
for you to fade, like that cat
with the wicked grin

i keep expecting
so i won't feel bare, when you
turn your head elsewhere

truth is I am too
harsh and people too like to
isolate and so...
the war between acts
of forgiveness and living
and stopping worry

websites are a joke
and a waste of time for folks
insecure, backboneless

best avoided from now on

everyone plays the
fool sometimes, just some hate to
admit they're ever

idiots, you've been an
idiot in the past, trust me,
we're all idiots...

just people are so used
to lying and manipulating
anyone who tells the truth

is seen as a fool
by the kinds of worthless people
who lie who deserve

to have their lives mocked
for the hypocrisy such views
demand...stupidity is

often just stubborness,
the inability to shut up
in the face of the

groupthinking asshole
who criticizes but can't stand
getting a taste of their

own treatment

What could you do "Now"?
What will you do tomorrow?
No one can stop you!

My question is still
What will you do with your life?
Use it? Or waste it?

Genetics dear boy
No one in my family
Ever reached eighty

A sick family
Rather stupid arguments
From stupid people

people arguing
it's just like a family
this site is all win

in the end though on
line we seek to provoke a
reaction sometimes