I never pay for sex.
In fact sex always pays for me.
Figure out that mad little hex...
And you'll solve life's my$tery.
"Life is one hard rap..."
The Wrath of Angels
Hell may have no fury, like a broken beauty scorned,
Earth may catch all dreary, scorning angels, just be warned.
We march right in, we know the end, still unsettle the wrong score,
Fore this we fight, we bear our light, and often hold a damaged door.
Use our love as you see fit, it never ends or fades,
Even when you show your pain, and stab us with life's spades.
Our wings may break, our bones you'll take, and forget us again be sure,
Our kindness drained, they all remain, this our promised constant allure.
My knees found weak, but back can't break,
Knowing where to carry, every hurt and heart's ache...
Invisible, as we must see, or fear our calling out,
The Wrath of Angels:
We Must Spread Love, Without Any Doubt.
When your devil inside is really just a nice guy hell bent on spreading love...
If I trust you even the tiniest bit, you have at least 2 fucked ulterior motives going on. Fact of my life.
OK REALLY WORLD, GO FUCK YOURSELF. JUST 1 SINGLE THING WORK CORRECTLY K THANKS.
The Little Devil
As my torture sets itself in,
I prepare myself to live real thin...
My spine tingles right before it snaps,
Caught to death in one of lust's traps...
My spirit will rise, my mind will awake,
It will be feelings that know the lonely ache...
My blood does boil as my soul flies too low,
Knowing the moment is over but still marching slow...
The savior will drench me to carry my dread,
Only if I let go will I ever be dead...
Find myself Im falling too fast,
Trying to end what I want to last...
As my heart pops, one big explosion,
A fatal trip such strange direction what fun...
My ship won't sail, my wave won't crest,
Unless you happen to peak my best...
Most will try and all must fail,
For my heart is held up, and not easily hailed.
Steadfast my trouble does toil and double,
Feel it shrinking closed in on my bubble...
The wreck has succumbed, the dreary must sleep,
Fear not for me as I end with no weep...
Evil hath risen and fallen for me,
The embrace of The Wicked, a game I can't see...
That is the type of soul I do reap,
I don't play often but always for keep.
Chaos 101 AKA Self-Quarantine Disease
My desperation has
reached that point,
I just don't seem to care...
Roaming madly across my land,
For just one piece of mind...
Lost all control, come free the evil in time.
Only when my blood does boil...
Will my soul not stop to stare.
haven't slept in like 3 days,
My own home seems like a maze...
Where is my sanity, I left it for dead,
Want nothing more than out my own head...
While the world weeps desperation sets in,
Not to worry young minds, as we are gonna win.
can't stop writing, my brain is on fire,
I just wish you were here to admire...
Locked up together I think we're alone,
OMG is that a virus on my phone???
that the PLAGUE IS COMING..."
"Everybody Knows It's Movin' Fast..."
Some places I draw inspiration from:
"My mind is proud but it aches with rage" The Kinks
"Angels they are choking in the doom infected sky" Those Poor Bastards
A Line Or Two
Everybody knows the
world is dark,
Everybody wants to find a kind soul.
Everybody knows that love
is a lie,
Everybody looks for a heart to steal.
Everybody knows happy
turns so sadly,
Everybody trying not to live with dread.
Everybody knows when
the sun will set,
Everybody sees your lights turn out.
Everybody knows what
you are thinking,
Everybody reads you like a book.
Everybody knows the
dance is deadly,
Everybody runs for their own life.
Everybody knows the
code has been broken,
Everybody wants to know what we meant.
Everybody knows the
fun will begin,
Everybody craves the disrespect served up.
Everybody knows the
glitter is not golden,
Everybody loves the fright in those eyes.
(RIP Mr. Cohen)
"And everybody knows that you live forever
When you've done a line or two"
The Taxman Cometh
Nose to the grindstone time to pay the bills.
Even the rich man can lose the iron wills.
Momma says the devil is always in disguise.
Staring right at ya with someone elses eyes.
If you don't work you're labeled as a jerk.
Paying Uncle Sam and his ugly little smirk.
Ten days late and a stack of twenties short.
The government is a real nasty cohort.
Work work work fingers to the bone.
Might end up poor, broke, and all alone.
As long as politicians get to buy their fancy cars.
And shoot stuff all the way up to planet mars.
Momma says the devil is always on your back.
And he don't hand out hardly any slack.
(a love poem about a pyramid scheme called capitalism)
Don't Look Now...
Don't Look Now But I Think We Are Screwed.
Coronavirus has us all bothered and blued.
Wear a mask or maybe stay home.
This nasty stuff is wherever we roam.
Doctors and nurses have been let down.
Try to help them let's cure their frown.
Back on lockdown such a big mess.
When will it end is everybody's guess.
It'll pass but we all gotta try.
Don't Look Now I Don't Want You To Die.
(this is dedicated to all the healthcare workers who have had their lives turned upside down in a mad effort to save people's lives)
Just a yo-yo on a string,
Tossed around with a wild swing.
Up then down and all around,
Sometimes I even hit the ground.
All grown up and tossed aside,
Thanks for such the crazy ride.
It's a double edge I walk so tightly,
Flying all about daily and nightly.
Spring back to the top here I go,
Living the life of a constant yo-yo.
Mixed Martial Madness
Touch gloves and come out brawling.
Watch yourself you best be sprawling.
The punches fly and kicks come around.
Slip & rip or you'll end on the ground.
Try a choke to finish the night.
Or hit the KO and give us a fright.
A massive shot might take you out.
If you survive you'll shun all doubt.
Watch out now here comes a flying knee.
That is always a crazy sight to see.
As tough as nails and fast like lightning.
I LOVE you all, and thanks for fighting!
my GAWD ufc sux so much lame ass nowadays. Unwatchable Fucking Crap.
The Way Time Flies...
As the clock strikes one I'm having some fun.
As the clock strikes two I'm loving on you.
As the clock strikes three I just gotta flee.
As the clock strikes four I'm wanting you more.
As the clock strikes five I'm feeling too alive.
As the clock strikes six I'm burning both my wicks.
As the clock strikes seven join me up in heaven.
As the clock strikes eight I hope you are so great.
As the clock strikes nine will I ever feel fine?
As the clock strikes ten I'll relive it all again.
As the clock strikes eleven I think we're back in heaven.
As the clock strikes twelve I'm back upon my shelve.
Which way is up, which is down?
Am I smiling, or wearing a frown?
Makes me wonder why I can't tell.
I'm stuck in my own personal hell.
Feeling really good then it drives away.
Once again I have found my dismay.
Trying to lose it is just no fun...
Always feeling like I'm on the run.
Can't ask for help that feels no good.
Sometimes I really wish that I could.
Sleep Won't Come
Sleep deprived like nobody knows.
I can't rest and it really shows.
Insomnia bites and it won't let go.
The longer it lasts the less I know.
Down for hours and woke back up.
Drinking from a real lonely cup.
Need someone to hold nice and tight.
Stuck in my same dreary old fight.
Pop awake and my brain does spin.
Sometimes it helps if I really sin.
I pray you dream a happy thought.
I hope you ain't getting too distraught.
The pressure builds up inside my mind.
Sleeping with you would feel oh so kind.
(oddly enough writing about my insomnia helped me sleep #NiceNap)
Try To Smile
Oh lord don't twist my mind.
Im here just trying to be kind.
Lost in the damage of a so called life.
Everybody suffers some sort of strife.
Don't look back or you'll be sad.
Angry that the world is so mad.
Find yourself and try to smile.
Looking to make happy last awhile.
It'll pay dividends that's for sure.
It's so pretty I must concur.
Spread your love like it's on fire.
That is what my mind does desire.
I'm just a sucker with lots of love to
Trying to figure out my best way to live.
Not sure why but it never works out.
I have a hard time dealing with self doubt.
Try to do good but it all goes wrong.
Sorry for singing my own sad song.
I lost my way and can't find today.
Stuck in my past how long will it last.
If I could I would rewind myself.
Instead of living up on a shelf.
But it's all gone been thrown away.
Too dumb causing my own dismay.
I'll find a way to get on my track.
Watch for me please I'll make it back.
My emotions go up then head right down.
One minute smiling the next just a frown.
A Valentine Oasis
She Valentines one dance at a time,
Moves around and it should be a crime.
Get to see her and I lose my own mind,
Always helping to ease that daily grind.
Spreading love wherever she goes,
What comes next nobody ever knows.
Living life in her cutie filled paradise,
I get caught up staring at those eyes.
The rest is too much I can't drink it in,
When I'm there I can just never sin.
Mesmerize me with the size of your heart,
Then she comes out oh so darn smart.
Such a sweetie that I made her a verb,
If you see her she'll be looking superb.
She loves the sun and also the sand,
Leaves me dreaming of holding her hand.
Always ready and wearing that tan,
Once you tune in you'll be a big fan.
If you need love track her view down,
My Valentine always cures a sad frown.
(this is a bday gift to a sweet friend of mine)
(boy does it pay off big time being a tease <3)
Time To Play
Life is wicked can't change my ways.
Stay away it'll end with my craze.
If you catch me I'll make you daze.
I'm here to check out of my own gaze.
You'll get over me I'm just a phase.
I seem to live in a lonely old maze.
It's my sad truth that's how it lays.
I'm not evil I have good days.
Not to worry I seek no praise.
I'm Kinky when my mind's ablaze.
Most often I'm just stuck in a haze.
Life is wicked that's how she plays.
Save Ourselves 5:23 PM 12/10/2018
Save yourself and the world might follow.
Love thyself but do not live shallow.
Learn or burn in an angry hallow.
That is more than they ever show how.
Taste it fools as you always swallow.
Forget your saviors and dance with arrows.
The end is nye so die like a sparrow.
Thirst in blood like a bone of marrow.
Cower in a corner as you disavow.
Saving yourself seems the world won't allow.
Cash Money 3:13AM 3-22-VIRUS
Money Go Lose Your Mind.
The ONLY one of your own kind.
Seeking the lost, an unfindable find.
Forcing all my gears to really grind.
Watch my back they shoot from behind.
Taking my guns to town I'll go tie our bind.
Only if I succeed may I then unwind.
Johnny Money Go Lose Your Mind.
(Johnny Cash apocalypse just happened dedication poem)
A Very Stern Warning
War of Civility is upon US soon.
I can't see why but It's impending our doom.
Swept away by one hell of a broom.
Playing with fire this life is for keeps.
Looking for the humans as the world weeps.
Trying to hit the exit.
Gotta pull my chute.
Why is no animal listening.
Awww they're so darn cute.
Gods and Angels you saved me.
Now I'm working to repay thee.
Stop the mad all above US.
Or there will be left no civility.
Lambs For Lions 12:43 3-25-VIRUS
lambs rush to feed their lions...
It always ends with the sheep just cryin.
you to go DIE.
And you didn't even bother asking why.
your mind if you should sacrifice yourself.
And feed the lions only for themselves.
you a lion, or are you a human?
If the latter GO DO ALL YOU CAN.
The Blind Men's Bluff
blind man's bluff always falls for the fluff...
Eating it up you just can't taste enough.
Just an FYI we all live in The Matrix...
Keeping eyes open means you fall for the tricks.
Close your mind and think real, real dumb...
Or the world will be left all mindless and numb.
The blind man's bluff ALWAYS seems real tough...
But when it hits the fans he runs real rough.
Freedom Is Not Freedom
you on lockdown...
Stop wearing that sad frown...
NOTHING ain't my GOD damn fault...
Always happy with a negative result...
You are about to find $hit out...
Without ever screaming a shout...
What FREEDUMB really means...
Everything just ain't what it SEEMS...
Lock you up and throw away the key...
You don't mean a fucking thing to me.
lost it all, I've crossed it all...
Set you up to take my fall...
The hoax is now on.
The joke is now dead...
Nevermind stay out your own head!
Welcome To Sin City, Now Please Go Home...
Light Flickers Out.
In creeps all our doubt.
Not this shit again...
We are all supposed to win.
As we dive into sin...
Please don't hassle the locals,
We're nothing but yocals!
We might be down...
And they might be out.
But never forget,
Spread love with a $hout.
Lost are the lonely...
Who have left us alone...
Shattered a world so stunning to me...
So invisible that I refuse not to see...
Too madly... Most sadly...
Never ever to roam...
You will ALWAYS remain beloved...
Until I share your sane home.
The Devil Cries Lightning
Sprinkle Sprinkle from Afar,
how I know just who you are,
blackest in soul,
ready to roll,
dropping thunder and crying lightning,
brightness it is all too blinding,
oh how I do love a blue,
deep and dark monsoon,
so angry sad at my mad world too.
Yes it is now all too frightening,
watching my devil cry binding brightly,
this is something my soul takes lightly,
just try to come and loves to fight me.
(I Love monsoon season in the desert... the thunder, the lightning, and the torrential downpours soothe my soul.)
The Blinded Patriots 7/4/2018
If Tonight I shall See,
The brightness blinding all of thee...
And my world shall end with a BANG,
I won't even muster up or say dang.
I hope I haven't seen that just happened.
Welcome Back Jack
am just a political hack.
Spend all my time on my back.
Give it to me good please oh please.
C'mon now don't be a little tease.
They told me so and I'm number one.
Lookout below this has gotta be fun.
Gimme my cash or send a check.
I'll vote for ya again what the heck!
done this and also THAT!
I've fed your sorry ass til U got FAT.
Hog the credit and transfer blame off me.
For the negatives I have my friend Pat See.
If you can't see ur too damn BAD...
Don't get ANGRY out right just get sad.
This is why we are ALL driven mad ;-)
Panic Monday 11:41 3-15-VIRUS
"We were just outside of Earth when the virus began to take hold."
try to sleep, but it won't come...
Watching the world come too undone...
It isn't something I thought would be such fun...
Seeing as the joke gets told by folks now on the run...
Trying shamefully to save that face pointed desperate by a gun...
Look out below as their dance is now on and I'll watch who comes up won.
Old Glory Dies Hard
As my world descends to madness...
Why does it relieve my sadness?
Who will clean up such the mess...
Are you willing to take that guess?
Hunker down and bunker too...
Or you will be left alone & blue...
Got no food but have the flu?
A case of corona coming due...
Its a hoax, just one of "those"
Hide the truth and panders for votes...
Who will then pay our PAST DUE notes?
And warm us ALL with some free coats?
Red or blue cuz it just don't matter
Choose the former, or worship the latter...
All it is is personally stylized chatter...
Quite too bad you could have saved her.
Old glory does she die real hard.
Held up by just 1 false card.
Takes an inch, or the entire yard...
Best not vote for others own lard.
1 man coulda saved most of our dead. instead he spread death like fire. talk about an insecure little child...
Head Games w/ Hunter
Thompson get out of my head.
You are, my friend, supposed to be dead.
All I do is now think like you.
Thanks so much for all your blue.
You taught me, I can the future tell.
And know why you had to leave hell.
I can't take your route.
And envy the courage on your way out.
Keep typing true my lost old man.
I'll stay here, and do as I can...
(RIP Hunter, sleep well my friend...)
V Stands 4 VIRUS!
you a virus?
Or are you a CURE?
Should I be sad, so angry?
Or shall I call you a DEAR?
Will they wake, my world at WOKE?
Not that I care, as I smile and toke...
I've told ya'ALL be ready,
There is NO solution...
Admit to urself,
Ur NOTHING but POLLUTION.
(humans are rather nasty to our "home")
Sorry my mind says please...
I can't get off my knees...
Stood straight up still bent with ease...
Lord tell me am I really free?
What happened to the word we?
Can you explain supposed humans to me?
I have killed off my own strife...
Now I only live my own life...
You must cut with a very sharp knife...
I'm no longer lost today.
I have found the very right way.
To carry none of their dismay.
(this is about ditching my depression by ditching my "family")
I can't be just another war whore.
Stuck on my back for a greedy score.
I was told to kick a wrong door.
Nevermind the what the hell for.
Now I must be the very best.
Or I will have your hole in my chest.
Why I'm here is your only guess.
I'm just here to mop a made mess.
It costs money to steal my soul.
Afterwards I'm always alone.
Left with no cover to condone.
Tossed into a dark black hole.
Count the stacks as we fall to our backs.
The oversight of US is rather lax.
We do not fuck based on real facts.
And usually screw because of false acts.
We always take it in the ass.
As we pound each other into the grass.
Frequently high on laughing at mass.
Forgive our knightmare it soon can't pass.
I Once Was Lost But Now I Must GIVE.
Follow Me If You Yearn To LIVE.
It's Not Quite Too LATE.
To End All The HATE.
Call It Our FATE.
Go Be GREAT.
Welcome to My Hell, Now Please Go Home...
This Is No Place for Mere Mortals to Roam.
Lock Up the Children, Too Tight In the Brain...
And Use Their Poor Souls for Owned Personal Gain.
Please Stop My Madness, I Just Wanna Get Off...
Carry Your Own Sadness and Try Not to Scoff.
Fight Your Own Battles, US Kids Just Love Fun...
Be Ashamed of OURselves When We Hand Them OUR Gun.
as they burned, the Hunter had learned, and foretold the endless madness
now he is gone and as he was perfect, we all go out like his infinite sadness
when I went crazy he taught me, I really just went too insane
and as his soul gave out, he too has stolen back his own brain
sorry sir but we can't stop here...
there are still Bastards and Assholes too god damned near...
and so the MIGHTY lonely hunter wrote on.
(Hunter Thompson was a modern day prophet who told the future almost exactly post 9-11)
Wall of Steel
wall of steel your life will take.
The wall of steel may bend not break.
The wall of steel for heaven's sake.
From the wall of steel you'll never wake.
wall of steel your fate does seal.
The wall of steel it cannot feel.
The wall of steel not even keel.
From the wall of steel you'll never heal.
wall of steel it cannot lie.
The wall of steel rises ever too high.
The wall of steel seen with your own eye.
From the wall of steel you'll surely cry.
"Make Peace or Die"
Only The Dead Get To Dance With Me.
admit I'm a dread head, that's sorta what I do...
Never good for nothing, born pure just too lose...
I'll drink your soul slowly, if I only amuse...
Notch me up wisely, or fate will come crawling...
Always in the end, leaves you lonesome and bawling...
Don't fight the false demons, it burns the soul...
Wrapped in contention, which way should I roll...
Got no direction, my winds ain't a blowin'...
What's wrong with me, my mind ain't a showin'...
My doldrums are deadly, so I NEED to keep sinning...
No matter the times, I can't track down my winning...
If a shan't rise, my everything that I take...
Feel sorry for you, I lost my own make...
Lost in my luster, covered and blued...
I bid no farewell, for I knew we are screwed.
I was just a little kid one time.
My parents stole
my soul by the time I turned 11.
Boy they sure lied to me about a place they called heaven.
I died for mostly just
Absent of all my own happy wins.
Now here myself I
All alone I never quite quit.
And so I breathe
the sweet relief,
At my lost and lonely grief.
I kicked you to the
Need to be my very own verb.
No worry it's now too
You've proven to be the ungreat.
I was just a kid
My parents stole my soul...
I am just a kid this
I've crawled out my empty hole.
I will be a kid sublime,
I have filled my personal role.
If your parents cry
Do not take the hate they dole.
For only angry elders
are that wild,
Treating young kids as their dirty sole.
(my parents really fucked me up b4 I was even a teenager)
My Devil's Time
The Devil made me do it,
He set my vision to it,
Tuning in and turning on,
The Devil's overdue is way too long...
Listen up to my young soul,
It's a Jewel been paved with everything in GOLD...
Looping crazy it never grows old,
It only took once and now I'm all sold...
When the devil spills his secrets,
Do you know how to listen?
For when the Devil makes you do it,
It's impossible not to WIN.
All devils do chime,
But only one like mine,
Told he had nothing & no reason to Show,
Was so buried far down deep dark below,
An angel he hath risen,
From hell has no fury so scorned...
Don't hear as you've been warned,
If you cannot due his time,
Do not attemp his crime,
You'll get left behind,
Like a soured vintage wine...
The next time Satan speaks,
And you here the just he wreaks,
Throw caution to the wind,
Tune in and help him SIN.
(Howard Stern dedication poem)
Lost are us Lonely...
The Loneliest man in the world is Me,
The Loneliest soul nobody gets to see,
Leave Me to our lonely I beg of Thee,
For only when I'm too Lonely can I ever be just me.
If you want to know me,
Maybe you can show me,
Take a just and noble stand.
Prove you are a human,
And then come hold my hand.
You need new heroes...
No more absolute zeros...
Listen in and hear my sin...
I've been scorned by my very own kin...
Surely hurt more than my fair share...
But I've woken up to hear my own air...
As they all try to fight me...
Getting too me to spite thee...
I've been on right's side all along...
As they preached me to be too wrong...
Making me feel like the loon...
No hard feelings I'll expose you all soon...
(about a long-lasting bit known as 0.0 on The Stern Show)
Crying is for Pussies
Cry Cry Cry for Yourself,
Forced Me Up Upon My Shelf...
Told Told Told Me Those Lies,
Brazen Devils You Just Can't Deny...
Stole Stole Stole From Myself,
Took Back My Soul I'm Honest in Hell...
Beg Beg Beg
On Your Own,
Mine Have Left Me All Alone...
Lied Lied Lied as I Died,
Took Me Along for Your Dreary Ride...
Go Go Go Far Away,
My Mind's My Own And That's What I Say...
Call Call Call for Some Good,
No One Comes Yet I Still Could...
Just Just Just One Friend,
We Will Save US In the End.
(inspired my my poor cat begging for food all the time)
Twitter Doom Child
Hi as my kite,
i sit here in a fight,
with my own brain,
making me insane,
posting up on twitter,
trying to kill the pain.
It's working really good,
so share shit maybe I should,
don't give up your fight,
you can always share my light,
i'm almost outta room,
go say goodbye 2 doom
(Inspired by: twitter's mental character deficiences)
No More Black Holes
yourself hoist the weight of the world upon your own shoulders...
,and on your own accord knowing full well where to go...
,let there be a light at your side at all times...
,especially in the darkest of all nights...
;do not turn out your own lights...
,or OURS will fade out forever.
helped write that one
"I've lived with ghosts in ghettos
from the mouth of the Mississippi...
Down into the deep and dark and lonely southern trails...
And all the way through the brightest and wildest southwests.
Over the Rockiest Points a drunken fool could handle...
They all felt the exact same to me...
And treated me more than too kindly."
Kinky Jones 4:26 PM 7/2/2018
Futile is a Prayer I Dare...
Pray All You Want
Just Don't Linger...
Open Your Vision
To The Devil's Wagging Finger...
Don't Light Me Down
Please Wear Your Own Frown...
Godness Gracious I'm Less Most
Leaving Me I've Thought Provoked...
I Can't Imagine a Worse Host
How Has My Whole World Been Choked?
Satan's Second Home
The wack shack was a place of sin...
Bodies stacking up, sometimes his own kin...
Lonely is the wacker,
Who is killing his own soul...
Cleaning up the sickness,
Watching their heads roll...
Out in the backwoods,
Nobody hears around,
He wacked off all his sickness,
Making not a sound...
Caught in the act and knew to be dead,
Having no care at wrong thoughts in their head...
His life would not be spared you see,
For my monsters just can't let me free...
Haunting image burned to my brain,
Labeled me crazy to drive me insane...
Living in sadness now all alone,
Don't mind me as I cut to my bone.
(I once got caught diddling my lonely self as a pre-teen)(twice)
(then I took my dad's dirty mag collection out into the woods to be alone)
Look into the eyes...
Glowing in the trees...
See the shining stripes,
Orange and black I see.
It stalks it's prey day by day...
Taking what it may find.
Hiding in among the branches,
Sneaking up behind...
Trailing prey night and day,
Even in the darkness.
Taking it by surprise...
Will decide it's destiny.
(written in 7th grade)
Blackened is the soul,
The day the bomb will fall,
The time the war goes on,
When but of all,
Brings the face of death.
Throughout all of the world,
Where the fighting still goes on,
People die every day,
But no matter what the souls still stay,
In HUMAN's hearts throughout the way.
Why must it go on...
The slaughter and the slaying...
Across the land must it?
Until the world is ended.
(7th grade too)
(the next few are the little that
I wrote in HIGH school)
(they suck as they were "form based" class work)
Happy and joyous
Different in everyway
Like the snowflakes that fall in winter
Not one is exactly like the other
And we see them everyday
black is like doom
Like a giant bomb that falls
And spreads across the land
To envelope anyone near it
And they will never be seen again.
MINE ALL MINE
The way time passes.
Your only as good as.
You reach out for.
A disconnected phone.
A return ticket.
In the same way.
Gather a direction.
Remember catching the moment.
The old river of your life.
And these are mine.
Poem of a Wanderer
I do not understand
go to war
why murder always happens
why guns go off in the middle of the night
But most of all I don't understand
why I can't understand.
about people and why the world is
one big popularity race, and I am always left out
what I understand most
is why I am myself
the way I act and feel
the people I know and the places I go.
Bored To Death...
Not nothing fun to do bored.
Not nowhere to go bored.
Not bored like a turtle who died in his shell.
But just plain completely bored.
Bored that I have to sit in the dreary place for an hour.
Bored that I can't do what I want.
Bored that I have nothing to live for.
good ole teach put a "clean up your work" on this after I told her I wanted to die...
It took me 25 years to enjoy writing again after HIGH school...
"Grab Your Gods or Lose Your Lords but For Christ's Sake People Put Down Your Damned Swords"
Kinky Jones (on religion, war, and un-solicited dick pics)
as I live can't do too much thinking
or my mind will always be sinking...
people tend to want what I can't give
sorry folks I'm just trying to live...
you gotta really tell me what it is you need
or I'll be accused of another bad done deed...
write me the whole story don't leave any page blank
or Ill just stare back blindly not knowing who to thank...
you can have my soul but you must trade it for your heart
seeking too much knowledge without a proper start...
Memories of a Madman
As I shine, in my own mind, I think brightly like a star.
Lost in thought, feels way too good, still viewing things from afar.
When I dream, I end with laughter, the feeling so bizarre.
Left trying to find some healing time, living out loud with a scar.
Ever knowing good will come, I trap myself inside a jar.
Remove my soul from it's prison state, up high I've set my bar.
Leaving little traces of myself, I ponder my lonely memoir.
quoth the devil gimme more
quoth the devil as I pray; for can you give me more
left here yearning, forever burning, add me to your score
always with you, can't be leaving, for this is what I've swore
what I seek is never ending, binding, building pleasure
unlock your mind, follow your heart, get hands on such a treasure
I want still need, throw in your love, be forever my good measure
what I crave is flesh, and blood, reach out to touch your soul
wandering the way to your own hell, to dance with you my goal
finding solace in my facts; that's when my head will roll
tell me now, how have I done, will you open the locked door
I must be lost, come find my good, get mired in my lore
quoth the devil as I pray; for can you give me more
Written Into Heaven
As I sleep, with open
eye, realizing that I must soon die.
As I wake, put on a smile, my life shall last a good while.
As I breath, I do also talk, must let my poor mind walk.
As I turn, my outlook bleak, does not make me too weak.
As I fall, forget my wealth, grateful towards my new found health.
As I burn, now gone forever, I've written myself oh so clever.
As I sleep, closed eyes not open, I move on still I'm left hopin'.
I have the fearful power,
The power of the lost people,
The people of the howling beast,
The beast of the heavens and the hells.
The demon is so dark,
A dark so black it's pale,
A pale too bright does fade,
A fade speaks not but has tells.
Fear not a creature
My evil so mean it haunts,
My haunts so scary I scream,
My scream rings always like bells.
(Part of the 1st first verse had been stuck in my head since the age of 11.)
Write My Pain Away
As the fear sets in
Frozen in fright wide eyes start bawling.
The craziest thoughts the mind keeps hauling.
Stuck in place a poor body caught stalling.
Your world shrinks down to it's inner walling.
Ignore the relief when help comes calling.
Have not moved yet it feels like falling.
Fate can seal tightly with might when sprawling.
This is why I must keep up my dark scrawling.
Searching for Some Answers
As I think my thoughts won't come.
Stuck pondering just where I'm from.
The equation seems a rather wicked sum.
Living alone makes for an eternal slum.
Always left still beating my very sad own drum.
Worry not more if I'm labeled really too dumb.
For I refuse to take it all none is my mind's dark glum.
Songs of a Feather
The Kinks are pure evil,
The way they slay words...
Singing about a lost flock,
Of downtrodden human birds...
My soul is real proud,
That they once ached with rage...
Around the globe as Superman,
Getting better with olden age...
Playing hits all along the way,
Warn you not to Destroy yourself...
Another record for me to spin,
A good one to have on the shelf...
You might be a Misfit,
When times go seeming too tough,
Wondering when it all will end,
Since life is really rough...
Have no fear The Kinks are here,
Lighting us who've been Sold Out...
They'll Catch your spirit if you're Falling,
Of this I have no doubt.
(sorry Davies bros, I can't hold a candle to your sublime rhyme!)
Peace. Kinky LOVES you ALL...
Poetry, Self-Therapy, & Literal Sanity... Maybe I should go with insanity, just never sure anymore.
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