The writings of Oddpoet
I like shiny things, I'm very superficial.

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The Crazy Lady and the Broken Clock

She had the sweetest smile But eyes that seen too many dark places And when she decided to play with the world Her mind was sharp Like a glistening razor Pulled out of Richard Speck's pocket Blood stained and thirsty Screaming for vengeance Always at that mill Grinding Honing whetting Her hatred for this world But it was the broken ...

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Lord of the Sky

There he was Cold and Dead Eyes open As if Even in death He would seek to pierce the veil The unknowable Oh brave soul! Regal he was As if he would Challenge the Gods themselves in combat Proclaiming to the world even Death cannot dim my flame Lying there Once Lord of the air Sultan of the sky Arcing and ...

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The Little Girl on the Shelf

She stands alone Forlorn and abandoned A dust gathering trinket Peeping between Timmy’s Cum Lade Graduation Tassels And a faded yellow picture of Grandma Back when she had teeth They talk from time to time Something about failed memory And abandoned dreams Mostly she walks alone Traveling along dusty Mahogany shelves Over torn doilies Past the circus elephant with the broken trunk With ...

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About Me/Contact Me

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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