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I dare not love You for my pleasure
for thou art the greatest treasure
a diamond hidden in the Rough
in which my heart has grown tough
but somehow softened
by You, it is often
if my lonelyness were but a page
never ending with age
then You turned it over to a new
instead of writing only a paragaph or two
i suppose i could mention the softness of Your lips
or the curves of You hips
i want to know You
like i know myself
body and mind
beautiful, Your's I do find.
Gray Hair
You were linear once
and every thing calucuted up
looking at Your brown brief case
they said You keep plaboys in there
Now they say you cry
while I'm not watching
the brief case got worn thin
like your skin wrinkled
your gray
hair.
Even the genuses fail
You taught me by
not saying a word
You sit across the table
sipping a Michalob Ultra
Your low carb
low communcation
dinners with me
in this restraunt
are pousin.
Spring Season
Honestly,
I always enjoyed Spring
with or without a mate
but now, in my 18th year
I find it quite maddening
That I am so bothered
Its like gravity
pulling at me towards..
Another
center
of my mind
becomes a dwelling place
for Desire
perhaps Desire of this sort
grows
all year
then restless
by time of Spring
all I want is my arms
to be wrapped around Another
girl, woman, whichever
would hold me Like that
Fore I am driven to Love
and left at her front door
and she Never
Answers
My Knock.
perplexing then, are my choices.
-walk in, and risk being unwanted
-peek in though the key hole, just for a glimpse
-or give up, and walk home
Alone
And, so, Spring
--and though, Thou art so lovely--
Thy thorns prick
My sensitive side
Deeper every year.
Sept. 9 1999
Don't try to change me
I am already evlovling
Into the 'somebody' I will soon enough be
Prosperous, agnostic, and free
For my optimistic intellect tells me so
Only somewhere in the opressed side of my mind I know
That the freedom I crave
Is something that can only be obtained in the distant future
A future I antispate perhaps to much
My youth I am supposed to enjoy
But instead it is spent with opressed opinions, a sort of social void, and forever alone
So there is only one thing to look forward to, that is the unknown
I realize this is how it must be
No one can change that, its just me:
Forever changing, but never to the benfeit of my anti-secular community
Chains I will break to be free from this little society
The bounceing ball is aways fun
until it runs away
you chase and chase
and get a pace
but your grace aways fails
more and more
you chase and chase
then you get sore
and chasing becomes a chore
or for others a bore
no more is the chore,
so why more?
because it is a chore
for others it could be more
but for me it is just an 'or'
an option, or alternative
nothing more
so I will take the 'or'
instead of chasing endlessly around
I'm writing this down
(an old poem, I must have been 13)
"November 21, 2001 11:28"
Right now i feel rude, crude, and rough
I've had enough
of this stuff
the stuff dreams are made of
lies lyes in the books, the media, the fabric of our lives
fabricated, mutated, suffocated, never communicated
fucked with a delicate feather
and I'm still breathing
out the smoke i inhaled
to get the stuff away
but how can i complain
im not the only one who's society is insane
im not tied to conformity with a chain
im tied to it with an elastic rope
letting me get far enough away to see the distant hills of hope
and i am the one who let myself be jerked back to reality
back to life
and my never ending strife
to stretch the elastic as far as i can
so that i can get a glimpse
and get a plan
how to unnoticeably cut the little string
without letting it slap back and make a ping
noise
on reality's little nose
then creep away with a grin
and not be there to hear them say it.s a sin
Lack of Apathy (From my Punk phase)
It's my body and I'll.....
peirce it, tatoo it, screw it,
sell it, disease it, drug it, kill it
If I want to
It's my life and I'll
ruin it, change it, give it, waste it, lose it
--and lets not forget end it
if I want to
If i Need to, If I gotta......
If I shall, If i Do, If I don't, If I won't
If I can't, If I.........want
It shouldn't matter to you
Fore if you..
don't, If you do, If you won't, If you can't,
if you gotta, if u need to
if you shall
It doesn't matter either way to me
lack of apathy
"Faded"
I thought of you today
You came alive in a song
and danced in my head for a while
then faded on that one last note
I think it was "Difference........."
twas yesterday we were laughin
its not so just now
time to move on
and so on
division was the unspoken answer
and so the days pass
independence grows independly
just like death; I don't miss a thing
fore memories are as good as gold
and our friendship is old
let it end my friend
with difference, and division
rather than blood and greif
just don't forget yesterday
"untitled"
we all want
but really need
some equality
for the diversity
some 'true' justice
for the issues
some relief
from the pressure
some laughter
for the blue
some colors
for this gray world
some inspiration
for our weary minds
some peace
for once
untitled Your daughter is taller than you
and now has every bit of wit you had
your upper hand postition
has deminished in her mind.
We both know
to see eye to eye
you cant be on my back.
And when we are at odds
Respect for each other
is as low as ever.
How can you have respect for her
if she has not earned it yet
or is too immuture to apreciate it
How can she have respect for you
when she thinks of how crazy you can get
or have gotten, in response to seemingly unpredictable events.
Your the first and only
I've ever fought
hand and fist
I never won,
but neither did you really.
Those times are rare now
and they can only become more rare
until they disappear
but your love is still a double edged spear.
Fore the amount of love you have for me
is inconcievable
which is probably why
I can be so troubling to you
But one day, not so far away
my teenage ways and days will end
and maybe some meaningful strife will begin
Before this can happen though,
I must turn 19.
5:18 PM 6/6/02
Sometimes I think;
-I don't have a home
-I have Houses
and Uncle Sam
points
hovers
at each one
Sometimes I think.
-I'll never have a Home
fore my home would have to
hold something,
besides
possessions, people
Something in me
would hold every meager
ant
on the ground
would share it,
love it,
want to come back
Home.
untitled
my body aches to be touched,
what i would give for my ears to hear Your whisper,
Your legs entangled with mine-
- lips placed upon hips;
then perhaps i could breath easily
and heavily upon thy neck,
in between kisses,
in between sheets;
it could all happen in between glances.
Your ripe
and I'm hungary,
thirsty for your
sour sweet taste
i could drink you
like the horizon drinking the sun
slowly, savoring each drop
drip, trickle down my throat
from Your petals flow
the purist of juices
I'll nibble on thy
plump peaches
for dessert