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The Morning AfterThe whole thing was surreal, like one night had lasted for months.
By the end, all that was left were questions.
What really happened in the kitchen?
Where'd Stephy go?
And why did Ben put on all those shirts?
Slowly answers strobe like 'Nam flash backs.
The memories bit by bit tie in.
The moments of stupidity and the moments of genius.
A night we'll never forget
Mostly because we'll never fully remember it.
The hangover might be hell
but the source was heaven
The Landscape of HeartbreakThe Landscape of Heartbreak
A sun scorched wasteland
Where time has no meaning
Inhabited by angels with cast iron halos
Ash where bridges one stood
Slowly losing patience with this empire of dirt
My own personal purgatory
A place my mind never goes but is never far from
This is the landscape of heartbreak
Social Scale.Nothing should ever feel guilty
about the way it breaths;
heaving hearts pressure lungs
to fall to their knees.
But what does it matter?
The hierarchy shows that we are
put in our place,
now it is time to face
our fears with dignity
and to fight for our right
to be free.
Words as swordsWords,
they are the swords
no one does see.
They appear so harmless,
yet they can become
the writer's greatest strength.
With symbols as easy as letters,
writers are capable
to breathe life into these
white, dead sheets of paper.
that once were in their imagination
become so real,
And once the reader was free
writers can climb to their minds
like their words are soldiers
holding close their readers.
they are the swords
of the mind.
Jesus Was a GingerJesus was a ginger and he lived in Galway Bay
he had some magick freckles and a love of Guinness Stout
Ma lived in the Village Knock
where she knit him woollen sweaters
everything was fine and dandy
until one day the Bankers came
when they told a sterling lie
that bled dear Ireland dry
so Jesus went to the hardware shop
where he meant to buy a whip
but when he did he left in shame
for he couldn’t foot the cost of tine
I hear he moved to Boston
Another Quick Poem.People often ask me if I’m mad or insane,
If I think this just some sort of crazy game,
A trial and Error fit for a king,
Acting like this is just a crazy fling,
Treating it like our love is worth nothing,
But let me tell you this,
For it be true,
Our love is real,
And it is only between me,And you.
A World That Lost it's GreenOceans crawl back to regain their turf.
We all predicted a land devoured by the surf.
And all the islands that are drowning all scream.
In a world that lost its green.
All life dragged off. Out by the waves.
The omega for the profit we crave.
A science that one chooses to believe.
Is one that houses dangers to which we stay naive.
When we face mortality down on our knees.
When humanity's sun falls into the sea.
It will be far too late to grieve.
In a blanket of algae.
We are given technology for the future's page.
Yet insist on choice fuel from the industrial age.
Choking in a cloud of certain death.
One by one we use up our last clean breaths.
Is M.A.D. what gives it it's worth?
A fitting grave for all of the earth.
Is it possible to live life fully free?
In a world that lost it's green.
With every progress
It is harder to read
I will forget crimes
You saved on my hard drive
I will forget culture
You saved as files
I am not more secure
Than papers or stones
Books do not need electricity,
electricity needs no culture -
only a comfort that stings itself.
Unnamed wolfUnnamed wolf
There is a dark
in the forest.
mercy. No sanctuary.
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