all good girls say yes
and look pretty
as they lose
their integrity

smiles are contagious
and ignorance
is infectious
so spread the love
and your legs

and dont forget to say thank you
(even if you dont mean it)

8-4-2005

 There's jackals hiding in poetics unbound
Magic in the anth-em of madness
Surreal Van Goghs in the making
Indefined freedom flowing in the backward words
While mirrors hid among night
Fracture the shadows
That reflect our seasons of suicides
And I'm so sick of this spinning vortexual reality
The doctors feed me medicine constructed of ashes
To neutralize the neurosis
While brain dead poets spew poetics to the skies
Denied any real substance but recycled dreams
Just another butchery of essence
That the rats pick away at
While anarchy flows in the streets
Of the most beautiful persuasion
Because we're all just shipwrecked aliens
Trying to assimilate it all
Where shadows dance just outside the light of our illusions
And old souls dwell in streetcorner prophets
While silence stalks us into the most paranoid regions of our minds
And along the mystic ventures we partake
Where monkeys and tigers and wolves and monsters wait
Stranger still is our ability to make a sixth sense out of nothing at all
But the words have all been bought and paid for in blood
And I will not vilify our actions
For there is no rhyme bound to reason here
because our imaginations are the darkest poets of all
weaving nightmares and dreams together into art

This is dedicated to all the wonderful men here at DP who are inspirations, co-conspirators, and friends. Your words and laughter and tears have touched me more than you will ever know.

carlosjackal, bakkhus unbound, Magic Hatter, anth,veingo,indefined, knightmirror, lordshadow,Imsosickxxx, DoctorAsh, Neurosis, blueskiesdenied, Recycled, Bella Butchery, LabRat, Alanarchy,Urban Shipwreck, shadowsinthelight, OLd SouL,TheProphetUntold, Silent Stalker, mysticventures, Dancing Monkey, Blinded Tiger, DarkWolf, Stranger, Six-Out, boughtwithblood, Vilification, RhymeBound, Dark Poet

Please forgive me if I left anyone out

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current mood: amused

I fell into the most amazing pair of blue eyes today

And as I skirted the lace of his lips, I felt

Time crush beneath our kiss, all the singular moments

That lead to this point, were but seconds

That spanned lifetimes, and I ceased to exist

But within a heartbeat, as the world melted away

Finally grasping the Godlike structure of it all

That I don't need this body

To think, to touch
To feel, to know

That we fit perfectly together, our sensations

Just the after effect, trembling

Down limbs, that couldn't possibly hold

What overflows their cage, a consciousness

Lost in liquid reverie, as I trickled down his throat

One drop at a time, seeping into fibers and cells

That felt like home, before our lips parted

Feeding starving lungs, as I struggled to crawl out

Of his ocean eyes, weightless and unbalanced

Touched with the vast knowledge

That mouths
And tongues 
And limbs
Are just vessels

Mere beginnings, of what we're meant to be

current mood: sleepy

If I could weep, of summers and winters past

Of flowers lost to frost or babes which to bosoms cling

I would wet the earth with tears pristine

But mine eyes, to you, belong their luster

These lips, now too frail

To speak the words I wish

Lack the breath, from lungs you stole

To give the penace, I feel, I owe

This skin, which upon parchment spread

Could hold the world writ anew

But now, my selfish splendor

Holds only, the glow of you

This heart, with all its sorrow

Of loves long passed, denounced you too

Only to find, within its willful beat

Compassion lost, without you

So with trembling fingertips, these insufficient

Words, I surrender

For no heart, no lips, no tears, no skin

Were meant to measure

What love, is held within

A beat, an ounce, a kiss

And can no more be expressed

Than our hands can touch, what

To the naked eye, doesnt exist

current mood: creative

The madness of the season has taken me

Spinning around your vertigo eyes

While May brought only thorns

And ghosts dancing with the rain

July comes to late, my sweet

For the blooms are frozen in amber delight

But in their frosty slumber

They hide a wantonness

And the honeysuckle caught mid drip

Would spout rivers under your gaze

The birds songs delirious with spring

Dont sound so sweet

In this season of distress

While i await your voice



The sun hung high in vain

Holds no warmth that I remember of yester years

because everything seems lesser in my yearning

Yes this early season finds me in disorder

Because July comes too late

And my heart refuses to enjoy the splendor

Without yours beating next to it

current mood: geeky

I watched with bitter eyes

from balconies aplenty, as you turned from me

to lonely shores of sorrow, favoring the moon

that held your midnight whispers to her bosom

before casting them out among the stars

You gave her all the faith

that you failed to show in me, I

who never faltered in my affections, wept that night

as the tide receded, and turned my back on what once was

instead of the cheek that was my usual

Jealousy making a callous mockery

of tender emotion, as I felt the broken pieces of my heart

grind together, till it lay as dust beneath my breast

resigning to let the moon, and her unfathomable shores have you

may she look upon you with cold disregard, as you did me

current mood: contemplative

I lost something of myself
sitting sideseat to your distress
as Led Zepplin blared through the speakers
and we barreled down back streets

"Think it over in your pretty little head
Think it over what you just said
Are you sure I’m not the one?"

Hostage to your nostalgia
I sat quietly taking it all in
wishing I could melt into the pavement 
and become part of your memories
that you reguarded fondly

But as the miles passed
I came to realize I was nothing more
than an audience
to all the ghosts that echoed through your head

And your tires ran me over 
grinding me into the shape
of all those old lovers
and through the speakers
Robert Plant sang out my soul

"Well think it over
Ahh think it over"

while I left bits of my heart
in the rearview mirror

"Oh my heart grows cold and older"

current mood: predatory