The writings of Oddpoet
Poetry that bleeds, screams and never sleeps

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Bloodmoney~Para~

They drag the blade Across the flesh of their wrists The wellspring of their lives Spray you in the face And you twist away You twist away! First instinct To jerk to the left From the exhilarating blast Caught off guard Just right To retard the intellect… They will live They will last the night As they lick the last ...

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Happy Birthday

The cake lies musty and stale The balloons dry rotted and cracked Their colors faded The air that would give them life Has moved on And Clint died The clock nods And says "Just to remind ya dude" Another year lays parcels Into my pack Oh the weight But what of Love? Cheap and tawdry A bar stool whore Eying advantage Plundering A Viking raping with guttural ...

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I write. Oh yea, I was a crack baby and I’ve lived an inter­est­ing life. I’ve been a CIA oper­a­tive and have been involved with some of more vile actions and crimes Amer­ica has prop­a­gated against the world, in the name of free­dom and apple pie of course. I have served secretly in var­i­ous high level post for numer­ous Pres­i­dents. I was President’s Regan’s trav­el­ing brain where I was called upon to make him look sen­tient on his vis­its to for­eign dig­ni­taries. I was chief joke teller for Pres­i­dent Bush and was respon­si­ble for mas­sag­ing Vice pres­i­dent Dick Cheney’s heart every time it stopped beat­ing. Recently I was charged with pro­vid­ing coke, woman and lit­tle boys to mem­bers of Con­gress so Pres­i­dent Obama could get his Heath care agenda passed.

Please do not think me pre­sump­tu­ous in that I believe any­one would care or read. The act is enough, yet, much like our chil­dren we love to show them off, even if they are ugly. I write a vari­ety of gen­res, styles and forms. I love sto­ries and I’m con­stantly mak­ing them up in my head. Most never see the light of day. I’m dark by dis­po­si­tion and incli­na­tion though I do see the lighter side of things. I arrived at writ­ing poetry via song writ­ing, lyrics specif­i­cally. I enjoy the free­dom that poetry offers.

I am an activist at heart though you will sel­dom see me demon­strat­ing. I despise injus­tice and despite my pes­simistic take on some sub­jects I believe this world could be a bet­ter place, but only if we have the balls to change it.

I live in New Jer­sey. I have two estranged chil­dren, two very strange ex-wife’s and a dog I never see. Man, I miss the dog.

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