Friday, May 18, 2012

hell hath no fury like a High School Poem

I see a blank page and know it should be filled
Lately my hand has become quite unskilled
I know not what to write, nothing comes to mind
I sit there at night, looking, not to find

Am I alone in possessing this trait
I can no longer procrastinate
I need to tell you those platitudes in song
Written in hope were all wrong

Love, they said, was the cure
Just not hating would longer endure

If you are a realist you will know it is impossible
We cannot execute this simple parable

This is the latest my mind has instilled
My feat is accomplished, the page hath been filled

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Last day of February, 1991. The tune came first.

The life of an angry man
is built upon defenses
The masks that he hides behind
cut off all his senses

No one cares
no one cares

The work that he shuffles to
drowns him contented
The rage starts to bubble up
Bursting unmolested

Someone care
Someone care
Someone care

The life of the angry man
lacks in its expression
All that he wants to do
is pen his destruction

No one cares
No one cares

The words that he listens to
geared for his perception
His weak self is tricked into
Hating by connection

Someone care
Someone care
Someone care
Someone better care
Someone better care
Someone better care

Oh he needs love
he needs warmth
he needs truth
he needs a reason

Someone care
Someone care

The fate of the angry man
Is not where he's destined
Freedom allows for life's
eternal lesson

Do you care
Do you care

Oh he needs love
he needs warmth
he needs truth
he needs a reason

8/1/1989

Killing maggots
for the health of your mind
not by the dozen
but one at a time

24 and such a bore

Somewhere down deep inside me
plays a perfect melody?
It is every piece of my soul
put together perfectly?
It flows out in every motion
every dream I have of you?
All my life is quite affected
by the song for you know who?

As I pause for a brief moment
allowing my mind to still
Arises an emptiness within me
I admit the song is nil

Confusion suddenly pounds me
a reason come to light
the only song within
is me
and a terrible insight

Negative 12 and odd formalities

A healthy dose of each neurosis
eh, and psychoses
define your life
nothing more than allowing
loving along the way
huddled in it
standing firmly alone
outside in the lies
coming home
embracing your own
shared in total
one in sum