Friday, December 28, 2012

Thursday, December 27, 2012

What if this is what i ate for breakfast?


I feel as though I am a wound on this earth. Yes, I breathe, but is that living? A caterpillar is never dusty unless that creature has innate sensitivity to be afraid. I feel as though I collect dust without being aware of what I collect. It is not a hoard a psychological innuendo. Maybe the dust is a soliloquy. A dismal beach is better then a desert that contains oil beneath the loose sand. Take me to that dismal beach. I can find the joy inside a rotten oyster shell. That shell may not hold a special pearl, yet at least that shell could act as a temporary home. However, when certain families own a house, the house should feel like a home. A home is more complete the a dismal shell from a dismal beach. I am collecting dust still.


J'aurais oubliĆ© votre nom. Voulez-vous me dire votre secret?

A hippo-pot-o-pill
gives me a thrill
when the cat-a-cream
sniffs thy shoe.
Weave thee a building
of basket breaking yarn.
Yearn not for the stars,
but for the nebula of lust!

it is a debate or
a testimonial.

Cantaloupe dignitary,
east coast fibbery,
list of jib jibbery.
I trivialize murder!

In the case of an emergence
see the last page for
the reinforcements.
Install the powder in robots
deeply significant cocoon.

I list these on to you
because you make me sneeze
and the light from the screenplay
hypnotized me.

With or without help,
a gargantuan trampoline identifies me
and wants to eat me.
Haven't you ever found out how I fluctuate in
a temperate landscape!
I devastate myself.
I am a rebuttal.
In any sense of the means
a clown can eat a cake
but does that make me a rapist?
I forgot my Brian Ferry.

The cantaloupe is still on my trail,
he senses the bounce breasts
and the entrails of thyme,
not rhythm nor rhyme. 
A story told in order from which it goes;
a video store lost the race,
they close and sell the space.
Such is the so forth of frothy foam on waters edge.
Let us eat a scone
and leave him alone.
She is a loner.
Him or her, they are loners.

A budding arena in a testimony trait,
trick the candidate!

Teach me the game of Bridge or canasta. 

My brain is too tired for chess.

Take me to Laguna. 

Speech to me the lines of Wordsworth for old time's sake. 

I can't handle the date!
Save me from going insane!
Try as I might,
the lines build and build
how is an artist to be a citizen candy cane?
If this poetry of words
crashes and burns
remember for what I have never written.

The purgatory is the place of the bull.
Menacing watermelons triple a squirrel.
Meals full of diamonds for dear Mr. Bowie
and lucid are the soldiers that have just been pleasured.
A relaxed army is a gracious army of Vishnu.
Tackling mysteries,
climbing up mountains,
charging the queen with pretty rhinoceroses. 
Belittle the bell court with petty rags,
dress the ambivalent tigers in trousers. 

to be continues..... methinks...... title is pending.......

Cannibal Cruise, You did Snooze, Now Go Find a New One.

A demanding public appeals as the
the most innocent reveals
a lacquered subject imbued with red.
In all the dismay,
you did lay
across my bed
hoping that I could turn you on
and again. 

We WIll Try and See

Negativity is a spork
in an unforeseen convention
of Boy George's convenience because
he simply stood there.
Please blow your horn,
tinker your crystals,
bedeck your bosom
with all the adornments.
I will undress you soon.

The Sequel to the Misunderstood

I dropped the cement block onto to
the freshly cut lumber.
Why I did this?
Nobody cares.

Oil of Mislay Maiden

Slayer on to me,
I speak none of these.
Lend me your ears and
grasshopping sheers...
we shall be in Spring soon.

Monday, December 10, 2012

Aren't We Al Just Squandering?

In the pieces perceived of this month,
as expected, the pole vaults repeatedly crash.
The intergalactic mingling.
You stop the jingling.

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Flipping Dust

A coroner regrets the test answers.
A crooner devalues lyrics when the words convey emotion.
A crown adorns the correct head.
A corrupt individual lashes out.
A cornfield grows as per usual.
A crowd follows the popular vote.

Snow Falls and Cold Temperatures Climb

I keep my struggles
to myself
as difficult as that may be.
I would very much like to brag
of all the impossible tasks I face.
I want to create artwork larger then life,
I need a job for money to pay off loans,
didn't get into grad school.
Friendships disappear.
Am I resilient as I think I am?
Now I told some struggles
and it won't make a difference.

Sensational Cravings for The Otherworldly

As an alien I am constantly debating
the rights of the hemoglobin
crashes and breaks down.
It becomes an irrational hemo-goblin!
The goblin shall wreck the past, skip the present, and target the future.
You are so fucked.

The New Blitz

The best at what they do,
is a statement we should trust.
What to do, what to do, but they must.
A bad day shook the building,
a howling wolf took a lemon,
and the box ate the humans-
transported them to a sports bar
in Bolivia to watch soccer.

In a Blaze

The microns are numerous,
too overwhelmed to count them all.
Ambivalent drudgeries contest them
and we try to destroy them.
Triple power dimensions reform
the contingencies of the norm.
I release the others that saw the
trauma of wolves.

A September to Forgive, A November to Forget, A December to Get Through

When will a chance be given to those
that work hard,
but seem to get nowhere?

Thee Ornate Experience

I am the only one in my mindful exploration
of the passionless wind.
Tree limbs are only animated when the gales
force them too.
When you take invisibility as a force to be reckon with,
then you shall surely loose.
A guide to life,
back down with pride and
loose with dignity.

Semi-Quasi Gossamer

Trembling the pearl beaded necklace,
a haunting warmonger publishes lists.
The lists contain subtle reprimands,
constant demands, and avid shock treatment needs.
The horror that remains of my life is a movie to behold.
For in the essence of entertainment, I put my life on the line.

In My Humble Bumble

I ride the sea foam gracefully,
the pearls cleanse me seductively,
in the relative nature versus nurture.

It Depends on the Strangeness of Humanity

i miss the way we would eat potato; you would take the first bite, chew it, and then put in my mouth, i chew it, and pass off into your mouth, and we eat the rest of the potato this way.

Monday, December 3, 2012

Oh Sloth is a Sin

I just feel bad my poetry blog is so empty with a new 2013 year approaching. I am working on those illustrations as such a slow pace. What am I waiting for? Stop thinking and just do.