Tuesday, January 26, 2016
This shit can make you unkind
it's a chemical men have, and even some women
in an abundance
it makes animals vicious, violent and hateful, and not
care about anyone, all the love gone in the world
when i was a little boy, I didn't have that much testo
how nice and sweet i was, but you change when you
get that chemical in you
but sometimes i lose the testo and become sweeter,
nicer and kinder to those around me, which is a beautiful
Oh, maybe testo isn't so bad, I mean somebody gotta hunt,
kill something in the world, we can't all be sweet and nice and kind
so we lift weights, and shoot things with guns, have sex
all that mean, violent testosterone
so vicious and crazy
I'm a nice sweet guy who like UFC and gangsta rap, porn
it gets me pumped up
don't judge me!
Sunday, January 24, 2016
Thanks to those you praised me,
thanks to those who criticized me,
thanks to those who loved me, thanks to those who hated me
thanks to those who thought i was smart, thanks to
those who thought I was stupid
thanks to the kind, and thank you to those who were mean
I've learn so much from everyone
never met anyone, who was totally evil, or totally good
just met people who were confused, in this strange world
this ride has been so strange.
I used to hate hate, now i don't
I'm a little smarter now, I guess
still stupid though
thank you everyone, who have taught me so much
sorry to any one i disappointed or offended
thank you much
Monday, January 18, 2016
When I was in my twenties, I was such
a fuckin slacker, I didn’t want to do or
just hang out, relax
that’s the life for the young
wanting to feel good, no time for work
that shit, was fucking boring
and it was such a relief to be away from that shit
being a slacker was something I wanted to be in high school, I skipped whenever I could
but i didn’t have the money to do it, after school
it takes money to be a real slacker,
to hang out and let the world past by
thinking thinking thinking
reflecting reflecting reflecting
watching watching watching
young, cool, hip
no responsibility, no problems
I wanted that, but couldn’t really get that
I guess we get what we want, so i got a job
in a book warehouse and hung out in the evenings
and on weekends,
I looked forward to being a slacker though.
more than anything in the world.
Now i wonder why that is so frowned upon?
oh, i know, if everyone didn’t do anything, nothing
would get done. I understand this. I need to be serviced and have a lot of things done.
yet, the eight to five lifestyle doesn't seem sufficient
you can call people during regular work hours, and not get anyone on the phone. But damn it seems like no one ever wants to pick up. Secretaries, family and friends. Then you gotta go back to that thing you do
and that’s the problem. Everyone doing the same thing that the same time.
Now, in my late thirties I can’t even imagine being a slacker.
seems kinda boring to me. People change.
hanging out watching people is so boring now
I know what the they are thinking, now
I have a Facebook account, ya know
Thursday, January 14, 2016
somethings are more important than this
and just some time you can't do it, Literally
I had serious tremors yesterday, and just couldn't do it
I was plenty inspired though
my hands couldn't stop shaking, the motor skills were shot
yet, I had these thoughts in my head, thoughts that I thought
were good, but my body and hands rejected them.
it put things in perspective: words are not really that in important
We writers take this thing so serious
when we really shouldn't
Friday, January 8, 2016
There are things so awful you see,
that you do not want to remember,
there are things so terrible you've experienced,
you can't go back to them in your mind
your mind has already blotted it out
your mind doesn't want to go there
yet, sometimes you find yourself going there
to that cracked mirror in your head
it can be a bit much, but you endure
it's like a nightmare you have in your mind,
you wake up and try to forget it
but it's there man,
I remember horrible thing that I have saw:
There was little girl, couldn't have been over twelve years old, well she going across the street, after getting off a city buss. She ran across the street without looking. I watched the car hit her, and she went up in the air, upside down and landed up on her precious little head. Awful. She she was still a live, yet sobbing, of course, making the most awful sounds you could hear.
You can't forget stuff like that. That kinda pain man.
You just don't forget it, not at all.
It stays, and you go back to that moment.
Wednesday, January 6, 2016
Life is all about taking losses
then winning, then taking another loss
and some lose more than they win
and some win more than they lose
up and down and up and down
down and up
crazy math, worse than Calculus
win win win win lose
lose lose lose win win lose
win lose win lose lose win
win win win win win win win lose win win win win lose win
lose lose lose lose lose lose win win lose lose lose lose lose
lose win lose win win win win win win win win win win lose
I've have been so terrible to you
Tuesday, January 5, 2016
The people are filled with romantic notions
even though they will try to deny it,
the people are filled with sappy poetry,
it dresses up, in make up, and they try to hide it
no one wants to be a sap
no man wants to be seen weeping at a movie
we create superheroes and myths, admire the lion of the jungle, or grisly bear for it's raw strength
a belief that strength endures in the world
isn't that romantic?
isn't that poetic even?
that nothing ever dies?
Everything stays young and strong and beautiful forever, at least something does, as everything passes on
no slave to clock or time or disease
isn't that romantic?