Posts Tagged ‘desperation’
The Ground Upon Which Riots Flare~para
Sun ,07/02/2010My words and thoughts are sought
On the matter
But blocked
Dismantled by the universal cock
Of the mad hatter…
Block it.
Seal the darkness from the light
Of the latter.
Light always has a way of penetration
Forcing its way into the degeneration
Of white on black
That lacks nothing more
Than the substance of color.
It calms
It claims virtual reality of valor
In the sub-sequential duality
Of twin peaks
Winking at the sun above the mist of cloud.
They want me dead
And so do I…
Aloud…
But you just can’t let the grip slack
No matter what turns black
And what falls to frost bite.
Desperation isn’t a pretty color
At nightviolent
Somewhere between the ultra violent
And infra-readiness…
I won’t live on the edge of your ribbon
As less
As adornment
Or sediment dried
By blazing sunlight and terminal winds
As forlorn spent
On Sunday afternoons.
I am every color of the rainbow
And the moon
Muted to monochrome too soon
By the whimsy thrown
And tied at the ends of braids…
I’m not here to pretty the parades
Of black and white charades.
I won’t stay
To witness your decay.
I won’t stay
To witness my monsoon of tears…
Not tomorrow or today.
You could claim your fears
But they knew you wouldn’t…
There’s so much more
That means so much more to you
That you couldn’t.
I’ll refrain from weaving chains
That grew
Around the circumstance
Meant to only drain you
And the color from the worth of dance
And it wanes…
Consequential panes
Of mirrored glass…
You turned me into you:
Chaotic and lost
In Wonderland alas…
Where the only way out
Is through
This
Pass.
Unfortunate to be left with only
Through.
©Jen2010 2–6
Coursing
Understanding
Only nullifies
Thermal heated electro-magnetism
Of topical heroic egotism regurgitated
So I dream ethereal…
Release me ~Para~
Mon ,01/02/2010My face is blistered by the demands
The suggestions to free
Cut and cauterized–
They’ve hurt me.
Have you not heard me pleading
For the release of all that caresses?
His release.
Have you not heard me begging to the presses
All these years?
I’ve done what was asked
Walked across acres upon acres of shards of glass
Passed razors through the maze of my soul
Dissected my heart with a monocle mirror
And I’m whole
I’ve forgiven my fingers
And I’m whole…
But his release–
His release demands of my mind’s eye
His suffering rakes the embers of my need
To sustain my high
Blistered and scarred
Rising to an inferno I can’t disregard
And my fingers beseech thee
As my conscience screeches to me daily
Release him
Just release him so my sight can see
He lives without me
Satisfactorily
Allow me to witness him serene
In the wild
Living out his most desired dream
And he will be filed under case closed.
I’ve done what was asked
I’ve inhaled the rose
And suffered each thorn as it passed
Licked the morning dew from your boots
Uprooted roots I thought would never be free
And rotated eyeballs to view within
The bloody internal massacre of sin and debris…
I guess I just don’t know what you want from me
But you know what I want from you
Oh you’ve always known what I want from you
And you hold it close to your chest
Under lock and key and duress
I could kill myself, leave a simple note of singular pleas
But you still wouldn’t give me what I need–
His release.
For his release is mine
And you’ll never let me go
Blistered and mangled
You’ll never let me go as such…
I’ve seen too much.
©Jen2010 1–31
I need sex! I am a desperate Man.
Fri ,08/01/2010As you no doubt do not know, I have been through a divorce whereupon I lost my house and everything I worked for all my life. That will be the subject of a future post. But for now, let us examine sex and desperation
I was married, which by definition meant I was not getting sex from my significant other. I was required to employ the services of a prostitute. Now some of you might cringe and say: “Disease! Disease!” Never fear, I would do the Oddpoet Babe Check. I would open the door upon hearing the knock and, ”Okay, she has two legs, check”; “let’s see, no visible scabs on her face, good, very good.”; “Honey, roll up your sleeves,” no visible track marks, “Come on in babe!”
My second choice for sex would be a Bar, Women there are usually:
1.Of questionable moral character
2.Drunk
3.Desperate
When I was younger, I would prey upon Women in bars, sure as shit between 12:30 and 2:00 AM a few would either fall off bar stools or their noggin would slam against the bar passed out. I would immediately swoop in like a vulture on carrion.
Well I had fun, they did not remember. This, of course, worked out for both parties. We did not have to do that stupid phone number thing. Ladies we never call.
Alas, since I have no shekels I am forced into the ultimate humiliation: Dating want ads. How far have mighty fallen. What follows are things you do not want to say in your ads:
“Looking for my Knight in shining armor”
First of all I do not shine my shoes let alone armor. Second, I do not have any friggin armor. Please!
“Looking for my soul mate”
Well not sure I have a soul and if I did it would an ethereal, spiritual entity not remotely interested in exchanging precious bodily fluids! That’s a loser girls.
“Looking for Mr. Right”
This is a sure fire way to have your ad passed over. When men see that alarms go off, “Shit! She will want to change me into her “ideal man.” Pretty soon she will have me watching Liza Minnelli movies.” Don’t work Ladies!
What does work? Briefly:
“I swallow”
Top of the list! Of course you run the risk of being considered a slut, but you will never lack male companionship. Like everything in life it’s a trade off.
“I love to drink but I can’t hold my liquor.”
Highly recommended, It has two advantages, first men dig that, second, you can engage in all types of obscene behavior and who can blame you! Shit, if you’re drunk. It’s kind of like a get out of jail free card.
Lastly,
“I am a widow whose husband left a whole lot of money, looking for one night stands.”
Very good one.
Hope this helps; I will be exploring this topic in the future. In the interest of sociological research, of course.
Till Then,
Humbly I remain,
Oddpoet
POVERTY in the good old U.S. of A.
Tue ,01/12/2009The Census bureau defines poverty for a family of four to be $21,200.00, This, of course, means if you make $21,201.00 you better not cry poor because you will get your ass kicked. Add or subtract about $3500.00 per child and you can figure the rest out yourself.
How did they come up with this ridiculous calculation? Civil servants! They assigned two guys to figure it out and they were probably pissed about something (civil servants are always pissed) Maybe they didn’t get overtime the week before so they say “frig it” (civil Servants are always saying “Frig it”) so they get out the old dart board and throw the darts and BAM! $21,200.00 was the magic number. By the way, all Government policy is decided by the dart board method, do you think they are actually analyzing this stuff? Please! I was a civil servant and I know!
You guys do not remember the dark ages when the Government decided that people had 2.4 children per household. Well as Americans we could not tolerate anyone having more than us so Uncle Sam was forced to chop up babies and hand out a .4 baby to every family with two children. It was heart wrenching. I lead the fight that stopped this barbarous practice and reasoned with the people that instead of chopping every fourth baby up we could all keep two kids and send the odd number overseas where they could work eighteen hours a day in sweat shops making clothing so Wal-Mart can sell us Americans real cheap clothes. Yea, always felt good about that.
How do you think we defeated the Evil Empire during the cold war? Simple, we found out they had more missiles than us and being Americans that was intolerable so we built ten billion of the suckers and forced the Soviet Union into bankruptcy. The rest is, as they say, history
Back to poverty.
Defining this dire and heart breaking “condition” as “poverty” does not speak adequately to the problem. I propose the Oddpoet chart; I believe it speaks more eloquently to the issue. Here goes:
$21200——–Poor Fucks
$16000——–Really Poor Fucks
$12000——–Destitute
$10000——–Totally Fucked
There!
Everything in life is a continuüm and we as a society need to address the degrees of poverty, I submit:
“Jim, how’s it going man?”
“Not good Oddpoet I am a poor fuck.”
“Stop crying man, I am totally fucked.”
See…big difference.
The problem with the typical American’s view of poverty is: IT’S THEIR FAULT! You know it’s true, never try to bullshit the Quas. It is not that we are bad people; it is the bullshit that was inculcated into our brains since birth. The American Dream, work hard and you will succeed. Maybe I was precocious because I never bought into that bullshit. Sure there are Bill Gates, Warren Buffett and a whole bunch of self made very wealthy people. However, the overwhelming majority of global wealth is inherited. Yea, people are born into it, which takes a lot of hard work.
If poverty was a chosen condition it would require the following mindset:
“Honey, I was thinking, who really needs a car, nice house, vacations, adequate heath care, education for our kids. Babe, that shit is over rated, I think we should shoot for being Destitute.”
If you believe it’s their fault you can not run from that logic. Sure you see poor people on the street corner drinking and it appears they do not want to partake of the American Dream, but it is only that they have had their hearts ripped out of their chests, and they simply no longer give a shit.
Briefly, world hunger:
Ever see those poor beyond poverty people from third world Countries waiting in line for hours for a friggin bag of rice and the friggers are grateful! If I was hungry and had to wait in line for two hours and some dude handed me a bag of rice, I would say:
“What the frig am I suppose to do with this?
“Go to a wedding?”
“Give me a burger and a beverage of my choice or I will kick your ass!”
Well, I am an American.
I never do this but I will step out of character.
THE BIGGEST CRIME OF THE LAST ONE HUNDRED YEARS IS NOT THE HOLOCAUST, NOT THE LACK OF CONCERN ABOUT THE AIDS PANDEMIC, IT IS THAT AS A GLOBAL COMMUNITY WE ALLOW ANOTHER HUMAN BEING TO GO TO SLEEP AT NIGHT HUNGRY. IN THIS TIME OF THE UNPRESEDENTED ONCENTRATION OF HUMAN WEALTH AND TECHNOLOGICAL ADVANCEMENT WE ALLOW THAT CRIME TO GO UNFOUGHT DEFINES ME AS A PIECE OF SHIT! YOU DECIDE FOR YOURSELF. I GUESS WHEN WE DECIDE TO LOOK AT ONE ANOTHER AS TRUE BROTHERS AND SISTERS, MAYBE THEN WE WILL RISE AS ONE AND SAY NO MORE!
Till then, fuck you and give me a burger and a beverage of my choice.
