Lucky #7
Orange Rhyming
All that rhymes with macho
Is the word nacho
possibly gazpacho
But you can't be sure
Writing in a blur
What sounds good
Or if good is a falsehood
If it's all a lie
Some accident to horrify
A terror of an empty pen
Just like men
A Nightmare as it were
You can never be sure
I cannot rhyme
Mime all the time
Pretend to be intelligent
Ar i try to experiment
The error of being
The mistake of seeing
What is impossible
While writing in a (Scribble?)
To find a rhyme for orange
Like the word. . . DAMN!
Hate Alone
Standing soaked in rain
Malevolent eyes glower
Trying to remove the stain
With Hate Alone
Blood Soaked shirt
A gaping wound
Try to heal
Feeding On Hate Alone
A spinning view
Fire burning to the bone
Gnawing uneasy stomach
Vomiting Hate Alone
Closing eyes I'm lost
From a path at one time known
My tender love melts away
Leaving Hate Alone.
Traditional Values
There was a time
There was a place
It was not a crime to be different
Things were special
And they were new
Now old and stale
They have grown
A christmas suit
A thanksgiving dinner
Where is it's origin
In the past now
There is no present
So I conform
And we die
With every time
I must hate
But love money
I grow calous
I grow old
Close minded
And then I teach
All my kin
these Traditional "Values"
Temper Rising
I Scream
I am 17
And respect only goes one way
She I love
Could love another
She I love
thinks of me only as a brother
There is a killer very close
To me and those I love
with temper rising I scream
I must learn to cook
So that I can eat alone
I need the knowledge of driving
So that I can be alone
Musicly my talent is mute
And words my only skill
No skill beyond the paper
With temper rising I scream
I'm only human
But expected to be more
I'm only human
And I'm treated as a dog
Looked down upon
I'm spat upon
And when I spit back
It only falls back down on me
With Temper rising I scream.
Something Twisted
Want me
Want me to be
Something new
I try to
Combine myself
to Myself
Creating new out of old
Out of me
But Damnit I am
Everything I want to be
Everything you see
Is me totally
Like Ullysess S. Grant
Against a confederacy of fools
Want me to fix up my life?
My poetry, my words are my tools.
So Come along
Trail me if you can
If you want a taste of something twisted,
Than hell, I am your man.
Great love Fish
Dark Room
Part of solem rest
Queit around my soul
Tired eyes stung with tears
All around but no reason
With black hazy mist rousing me
I need sleep
My body needs to heal
But now at the expense of my mind.
Not at the price of depression
I will need a life line
A fishing line
to lower me back to the waters of life
And have the great love fish eat me.
Being Nothing
I am
But I would rather not be
I speak
But my words are lost in the tempest
I write
But the spilled ink only mocks my true emotions
I dance, I play,
I cry, I die.
But unless intense all untrue
Given over simply needing you.
Sky grey at the horizon
So I will
what I can't
And I'll try
what I don't
Being nothing
to completion
Being nothing
for Recreation
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