With every new follower on Twitter, I get closer to my dream.
Has been postponed until next Thursday. Which basically means I'm just skipping this one.
I am sick. I am in no mood to write poems.
However dot dot dot
I will tell you that I plan to start hosting a
LIVE RADIO SHOW
Every Thursday Poetry Slam Night. I'll still post 'em up here, but you can listen to how we say our poems and stuff.
And how we cry our manly manly tears.
Peace.
I am sick. I am in no mood to write poems.
However dot dot dot
I will tell you that I plan to start hosting a
LIVE RADIO SHOW
Every Thursday Poetry Slam Night. I'll still post 'em up here, but you can listen to how we say our poems and stuff.
And how we cry our manly manly tears.
Peace.
17 April 2009
This is a story about balloons and raptors and how we can all learn to get along if we don't fight over sammiches.
13 April 2009
BALLOON STORY
This is a story about a balloon and...
...his new best friend.
TO BE CONT.?
This is a story about a balloon and...
...his new best friend.
TO BE CONT.?
11 April 2009
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
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
09 April 2009
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