The first series of poems I promised:
(Poetry written while sleeping)
Eternity is mocking me
making me see things I cannot see
why am I following me
to see the things I cannot see?
Tch, take the many things that mean nothing
and you'll still have taken nothing from me.
the flesh could fall off my skin and
I would still be a man!
I could still light a fire without a spark
by speaking words in the dark
you can't take away the self in me
this soulful, selfish me
me me me
Though I try to escape
I come back to m.e.
Addicted, Maltreated, Abused and Misused
all the phrases in the world can't help you
but no, humanity overcomes these things
the nature of these things that attempt to define the man
can never capture the essence of his being.
He, She, Man and Woman
people with a caught soul in a trap of a body
what thing in the world can stop this fact?
He Who is Is a Man, She who IS a Woman
Male and Female, walking hand in hand to Eternity
There's not a bomb in the bay can stop this act.
Humanity shares a shell with itself
bright glories mix with tantalazing temptations
horrible heavens and holy hells all thrown together
mixed in the pot,
we seek to glean the real from the unreal
and uncover the humanity in ourselves.
You can not define me, the person or place of me
you cannot find me
you can't even find yourself, reasoner!
Humans can't be defined
not by the bottle in the hand
not even the track marks on the arm can tell you who they are
Accepting that men are men, humans are humans, this is key
Know the place by knowing it isn't there
not in the normal sense. You cannot touch the soul, right? But it's there. This is the knowing, to know the thing by knowing you don't know
know know know
repeated words lose flavor and reason
becoming shotgun syllables fired from a cannons mouth at random
seeming to assemble, only random words and noises get stitched together mid-sentence
to form the frame of a thought
the phrase of a question
the vehicle of language can break down
like roadside cars, rusting in the rain
as long as you search, keep alive
living men search but the dead can only die
if you question the holy and query the heavens
you can wander, wonder, roam about
looking for answers that only just satisfy you
Seekers, unite! Stay awake and KEEP alive
little bits of prophecy
mixed into my cereal bowl
where letters float in a white dream existence
like thoughts before they are thought up
words before they are ever spoken
drawn out with the spoon of thought
to be consumed by the ignorant and the faithful alike
TURN AND RUN, when you see the truth
for the truth can maim you
and contain you.
trap you into doing things you never imagined
dream you into schemes you'd never plot
yes indeed, the truth can get you caught.
Meaningless is the Teacher, said the Teacher
men can only teach themselves
but to what end?
I wanted God as my father
Since he didn't issue me a god-father
a father by blood, a father through god
But its a must-needs relationship
and even then, there is questioning
emptiness over the phoneline
doubt fear false
faith hope love
all questions spring up here.
Be happy? B.e.ha.p.y. bee hap bI hAaaaappy.
I am happy for the faithful for the challenge
let us see what has
where these things are going and going and going
keep the faith keep the faith keep the faith
be a warrior or a wraith
but keep the faith
it works for her
IS this really dying?
this feeling when I imagine your eyes
your pirate of a smile, stealing my soul away
Let them live, Father... let us all live
I can feel my sin and my skin pulled away
reparing, reaping the ugly thing inside
but....but....love of life, I seek kindness.
Every day, sensitive me, sad poor me, me me me
I don't care
let's not let go of god....let us go.....
rotting god-made man
take hold of yourself in both hands
sieze yourself with courage
let this vessel
thine holy vessal
be the seed of flame, and the instrument of passion and desire
and cleanse all this drearyness
with holy fire!
perhaps its all silly nonsense instruments
but I can't laugh, and crying is out of style for a man my age
LET ALL WORDS BE BROKEN UPON THE PAGE!!
dis *** emble tho ttt or keap a lyv.,
set yerslf freeee (!)
b th man u shud all wayz b
dunt stop nao
u kant stop nao
like a canticle, like a running, broken maze
such is the mind of mine with this phrase
"every poet a pygmalion
and all the worlds a STAGE!"
and every single word is a cage
if I could sing without them, then I could make myself understood
but for this hood upon my head and this brass bland brain
I could make a whole, new age
with aggregate words I can make this happen
the breakdown of language
all the words a stage
and the worlds a cage
I'm not even making nonsense anymore
trying to break
in the end, everything
trying to expresss
and his quintessential
With your doubt, all is comfort
We are all as we appear
No more questions left unanswered
No more wonder, no more fear
Nothing is beauty, nothing's feeling
Blood where there once was a soul
So I ask you, prove yourself
Make me believe that you are whole