Thursday Night Poetry Slam at 9:13 PM

First up on the mic is Feng to the Har
Shinin out poetry just like a star
Fuse on the muse exploding in hues
Colors define the lines and the spaces
Cutting out rythyms and Shapin the faces
Of the lyrics that are written but never sung
and the pages that are typed but are never hung
on the bindings of the books that are never read
From the words that are floatin 'round my head


somethin somethin somethin....bread?

AWWWW SHIT HERE IT COMES

THURSDAY NIGHT POETRY SLAM

Peace in Dust

these dusty old Bones
were once filled with groans
of fears that once did start
this dusty old Heart

and from these dusty old Lungs
came screams that were sung
from the agonies sustained
in this dust old Brain

in this dusty old Mouth
was held the sounds of the deep south
that never escaped past the lipst till demise
one final gasp adn the closiing of these dusty old Eyes

and all this dust is accumulated in this dusty old Tomb
my final resting place, my eternal womb

and I'm lowered down into this dusty ground unceremoniously
now words are spoken, no one knows me

And in this dust, I have found Peace.

AND NOW A POEM ABOUT MY TAINT

Buttered, Jammed, Honeyed, or Hammed
My Taint is t'aint ready to be viciously manned
So please be careful when preparing your festive feast
upon the place that grows my yeast

THAT WAS INNAPROPRIATE PORNOGRAPHY KILLS SOTP

Continued from the last haiku story

AND
I
FELL

up into the sky
right into reality
blood was everywhere

i had staved them off
a voice in my head had told me
i am not yet dead

i left that coffin
hoping to find a saviour
instead stepped in blood

more blood everywhere
people rising so strangely
caught up from puddles

sky had been bleeding
ground had been stealing the souls
some people didn't rise

my eyes ached they spun
wretched out once, twice now i'm done
no one noticed me

my legs moved alone
independent of my needs, wants
i didn't know where

moving through the cries
shoving my way through the screams
i start to forget

lost identity
i tore through time silently
lost language, lost soul

bodies became ghosts
i've fallen behind myself
but i think no thoughts

i ran through the world
i collapsed in to its core
from my mouth crept dark

conciousness rose once
reminding me i'm hungry
but there is no i'm

we've become the core
we cry silence we eat souls
we always hunger

SURE WHATEVER I DON'T CARE GOD- JUST BE SURE TO CHECK OUT NEXT THURSDAY'S HAIKU STORY