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Sufferin' Suffern

through winter and spring

Dreaming of paradise

Where blossom'd many an incense-bearing tree;

And here were forests ancient as the hills,

Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.*

Peering through the looking glass

at grasses more green

Wishing I was miles away

Wishing I was in Pamona

*Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Lead us not to still waters
festering with disease and ill thought
But bring us to the torrent
so we may imbibe it's purity, harness it's life force.

Let it wash us clean,
Let it shout it's praises to life as loud as it may.
And let it never lay in stillness and disease.

A long life of peace and prosperity brings lethargic compliance,
littered with boredom and melancholy.
A life of fire and courage, brings rash decisions,
loneliness and doom.

A life of reason, deliberation and indulgence,
leads to contentment and bliss.

A life of fear and worry is not worth living.

Kick me in the boobs

Today I'm playing by all the rules,
Mostly because you said I couldn't do so.
I'm on my own and keeping you
On your toes.

Suit and tie!
Slicked back hair!

I am to your liking, no?
But be warned on looker,
What tomorrow brings,
Nobody knows.

Heaven Simply Heaven

The smell of cinnamon fills the soul.
The butter still on the tips of my fingers,

All the recipes done,
The breads in their respective ovens
the cakes patiently awaiting the probe.

The smells uplifting,
the sum inspiring.

I am home
in this hall of amazement
and joy alone.

Drifting off into
my own buttery flaky world.

Filthadelphia Night Owl

I have the desire to move 

Move to the side to the fringes 

Only to be confronted by a mass 

A mass of humanity swarming down upon us 

They were not accustomed to the numbers 

They were lost amongst the others

The sea of people suffocating their senses

Escaping into the tunnels only to sit smothered by a man who's just pissed his pants

ABC's Heroin pushers in the Laundromat blues.

The poppy fields alive and bright,
Drag the sinners in to the wretches of hell.
Down through the gates
amidst the spiders and the shit
on the wings of mighty beasts.
Plummeting with the plunger's great force.
Fire begetting fire
the needle's bloody trail
the poison turning blood molten
the paste spewing forth
Satan's beautiful hate.

You should see this fat little hell spawn run
She topples with ease
on the uneven laundromat floors.
Screaming and raging
stuffing her face with candy and cola
You should see this fat little hell spawn scream
defending her pretzels and chips
from her mother's tyrannous gaze
raiding the machines of their candy and toys.

I ATE IT! I ATE IT!

Good girl, yes you ate it.

I ATE IT! I ATE IT!

And now you're obese.

I ATE IT! I ATE IT!

We all fall dead!

Words from my Mouth

When love strikes you dumb
you better not fight it.

Dive in and drown in the suffocation
bathing in the beautiful anticipation:

Of kisses years too late,
Desires filled and satisfied.
Lovers, vexed and spent.
Embraced and beaten.

Exhausted collapsing onto each other
in each other, struck dumb.

You better not fight it but love it.
Love in it.

Arrested

The tinker speaks the truth with haunting hollow eyes. Shattering dreams With Thor's Mighty hammer he strikes the fantasy as a smith works irons breaking loose the shackles of delusion shaking loose the wayward wanderer Allowing him to compare the delusional fool and the delusional sage I came upon two fools in the wood. Both were equally unwise. But I followed the guru most sage and that has made all the difference in the world.

Yes. Thats Raght!

Whether we be
Upstairs or down here in the rain
It's all the same
I'm stuck wishing
Stuck wishing you'd come out tonight

Leaving me here to ponder the bottom of the glass
Wishing this was more than it could ever be.

The recycled Lips pounding out a broken tune
The boppers hopping the Hipsters rocking
The adoring yuppie fans in their new colors.
Happy to conform to rebel against le difference.

Leaving me here to ponder the bottom of the glass
Wishing this was more than it could ever be.

The ATM vomits it's bile into my hands
back into the bar

Contemplating the bottom of the glass
and the freedom of the dark outside.
My boots laced and my future determined,
my legs in anticipation.
Yearning for love never coming
For freedom now slipping away
for adulthood, now meaningless
deconstructed in the presence of children

So Hip
So Tame

So Same

Long lost in the bottom of the glass
wishing this could be more than it could ever be.

Momements

A month ago was too late
A moment ago was too soon
And now I'm lost wondering
Where I've left my head.

In the spring
The birds sing of love and beauty
The lovers stroll
and play
joyfully
in meadows and fields

In Spring
the trees mate with the wind
And the birds play in their spray

In the spring
those we couldn't suffer
are miles away
Now we long for their return
may their love come again
and smother us

The Dumb

The river couldn't be contained.
The train couldn't be stopped.
The wave came crashing down
And the steel horse came in.
Down through the heart,
Straight through the court.
Paralyzed and dumb they watched
Wrath and Death howling with delight
The matinee show on the isle of the dumb.
But on they watched,
and some did weep
So all was quiet
and nothing done
All on the Isle of the dumb.

Words of Love

Why must I read their words of love and passion
Do not my own hold true?

Why must my love fit their definitions?
Does not my own hold true?

When I tell you I love you
Do not compare it
Do not mock it's Simplicity
I love with all my heart
and express it as I can.
But never shall I let my love
be served to you on a card.

Cliffside

The wind winds up
the gulls dive madly into the river
Amtrak snakes roar by wildly.
The suns warmth
contained by the chilling wind.
Alone in the howl,
Content with the squawking and the noise.
Wishing there could be less,
So that I may be more in this world
To this world

Mr Presidnet

They no longer wear patches.
They no longer wear Che Ts.
The Joint is replaced
with Parliament lights.
Parliament Funk
has been suffocated
by Kanye
This Beautiful river terrace
now mobbed with cunts.

River Time

Come down to the river
So I may look upon you
in the cold spring wind.
Come watch the train
wind up the river
slithering along it's cold steel belly

Suffer these fools
intrusive and childish fools
shooting pool never seemed so debonair
Learning to ride, forgetting to fall
teaching themselves to fit in
to the conformist rebels.
Fitting into the world of others
much wiser and foolish than yours.

Exist with me a while
in the wind ontop the trees
Watch the fools failing and retching
Fall upon me when they disappear
and exist with me a while

The Beast Appears

The papaya grows
in the mango grove.
Fitting in from time to time.
As they finish,
The mango turns
and the papaya grows and grows
The beast now stands
above the rest
a dominant and wondrous thing
a miracle of variables
a beautiful oddity
landing amongst the fallen fruit
a beast of beauty
alone amongst peers.