Birthday Poem ~ 1776

1000 seven hundred and seventy-6 sexual deviants.
Sent forth 17 specializing specters.
Telling the 8 wonders of the world.

Ideas never change in the minds of the idealist.
Creeping crawling death.

Seek forth and find. World left behind.
World of now looks bored with freedom.

Gone is new-found hope.
Now, only new found dope.

Doping of mind’s lie.
Dopamine’s golden foray.

Death of beauty.
Freedom?

Bulging wasted life…
Under foot without change.

Color form monochromatic.
Change laden politicking.

False kindness!
Pukes in the face of change.

Reclaim today?
Rights you pissed away.

Dark Poetry ~ The Valley of Spit

Lost within spirals, gashes of turbulence,

Doubt careens into my skull spilling cream…

Sweet pleasure of surety.

Devoured by greater understanding.

 

Nothing learned about everything,

Three days forgotten, I am reborn.

Stronger longing but no longer waiting.

Aching for sublime happy endings.

 

Withered death dreams.

Fractured pieces of sanity back to the valley.
Rising to Ashes from which I came.

Happiness only when I’m slumber’s slut.

 

Swimming in wind spit.

Wash away life’s brutal thrust.

Reverse angle, all the way hilt…

 

Deep Bowel Caresses.

 

Mind’s alarm again.

Tired fire eyes fall to ashes.

Enjoyment: breath’s final release.

Punishing me for my sloth.

Drive me to journey.

 

Once more…

 

Valleys appear in this wasted land.

Dirty Poem ~ Eyelash in the Eye of Time

Eyelash in the eye of time.

Seems you lost your site.

With internal screams,

Pushing intent; no body looking.

Soulless flesh fallen.

 

Withered bowels set on constipation.

Stuck on seat: mind wipe dreams.

 

Time’s gaze forgotten.

Solitary, wandering, still.

 

Purpose seems clear.

Resignation to purpose.

Running to obtain peace.

 

Yes. Yes. NO…

 

Pieces scattered,

hurtling down,

owning the moment.

 

Hope only a spectator.

To this crash landing.