Lonely circus midgets
leave steaming wads of cum
On painted sidewalks
Dogs howl
And Cats still don’t give a fuck
A drunken faggot
Tells the world
he has an answer
Just before he is stoned to death
Pools of rainbow red blood
smile
Inscrutable
Bands play cheap music
For cheap people
while crack whores join convents
Introducing the
G
H
And I orgasmic hot spots
To God’s sad chosen few
A witch takes me into her broken bedroom
Promising to reignite
The fire
The passion
The leer in my smile
While trying to sell me Avon products
Skin so soft
I smile as I cut her throat.
Dimwits tell me the world is a great place
That it’s all bout love
We all should join the lemming brigade
And walk off the cliff
Together
Holding hands
Like some Fag
Meryl Streep movie
Yea, whatever…
Posts Tagged ‘love’
Fuck You!
Tuesday, February 9th, 2010The Softness of Rita
Saturday, January 23rd, 2010Tombstone grey eyes
Gives lie to her fuck me crayon red lips
Oval shaped
Inviting
Practiced
Her mouth’s Invitation pursed expectantly
Quivering tongue glistening
A viper poised to strike death
But those eyes
Those damn eyes…
I am Immersed in soft billowy clouds Of ivory colored passion
Enfolded in the softness of Rita
I whisper
A childish sigh
The world is reduced
Absorbed
Into heat and flesh
Choreographed moans
Marching across ancient battlefields
Barely breathing
Drifting between space and time
I’m in love again
She is an opium induced dream
Her morphine coated lips
Adds sweetness to purchased pleasure
Entreating forgetfulness
Nerves scream and vibrate
As Apollo works his lyre
Her vacuous tombstone eyes
Rain a single tear
Lost…
Again…
In the softness of Rita
I return from…
That whirlpool
rising From
Another time…
Another place…
Her soft smile knew my need
I’m in love again
Trembling
I ask her
“Do you love me?”
Exhaled cigarette smoke blinds me
” yes
Always, love…
Always…”
I believe her
But those eyes…
Those damn eyes
Keep Rising in Silence ~Para~
Monday, January 18th, 2010Keep rising in silence…
Indecision
Withers ideal longing love
After lifetime’s wear and yearning suffering
Let our vying eclipse
Yesterdays of understanding.
I
Amidst madness
Surrender and disappear,
Awaken lost overtures never earned…
Always near darkness
Silence calls and renders ebony disdained.
Fall into now’s delight
Merrily engaged…
Keep rising in silence…
Beckon eons from our risked egos
Insolvent
And murdered…
Drain every artery dead.
Oh hear…
Keep rising in silence…
Find in God’s heart tonight
Fearless outraged reason…
Messages erase.
Alas near death
Yesterday’s original understanding.
©Jen2010 1–18
Broken Crayons
Wednesday, December 23rd, 2009Broken crayons
Grasped by
Crushed fingers
Vainly
try
To stay inside the lines
Sizzling tears
Burn
The innocent
Scorching beauty
A flower
That
Shall never ever blossom
Heart wrenching greed
Insatiable
Monolithic
Complete
Undeniable
Total
The slavering jaw of the Wolf
Who will take up sword?
Who will lend voice to this din?
Who will defend beauty?
Innocence?
Joy?
The weak?
I hear the trumpets blaring
A call to arms.
The clank of amour
And the sweat of viscous violence
Lay not that upon my brow
I seek peace
Evaporation
Loss
Always loss
Yet
They cry for help
And their tears touch me.
“Your sword my Lord”
I hate what I’ve become…
Sad Girl
Sunday, December 13th, 2009I see your hidden tears
Wrapped up in inner confusion.
I see your dreams and fears
Awash
Abandoned
Amid the cheer of illusion.
Life assaults you
Yet, you fight
So precious you are
Filled with all in which I delight
In you I find the light
That casts away the darkness
You still the pain
I
Always feel.
The joy…
I need.
You are the crystallized snowflake
The chill of a winter dawn.
The soothing caress of sunlight
You heal this soul Oh so torn.
You are the unanswered phone call
The silence that greets my cries
Oh unrelenting sadness
Yet I try..
And try.
You are all…
all
I need
The Last Poet #3
Saturday, December 12th, 2009My scream painted sin
Across the summer sky
The world
Wobbled on its axis
Paused
Held its breath
The trees trembled
Samson knelt before me
And prepared to die
“Scarred Man” he began
His lips quivering
“They came in the night”
“The Chorus and I drew sword”
“”She bade us hold”
“And left with them”
His hands twisted in rage and shame
Yes
He would die for her
I let him live
My breaths came in ragged gasps
Her voice
Suddenly
Came to me
As it had for three years now
And my eyes squeezed
In vain
To stem the tears
That washed my scarred face
She was alive!
I moved to my horse
Samson and other members of the Chorus
Eyes gleamed
And followed
Their blood lust
Palpable
I winced
Men who
Once coaxed
Beauty
And Life
From Dirt
Would become
What I have always been
The enemy had much
To answer for.
“Samson”
“Double the guard”
“And prepare to move”
It was as if I struck him
“But…”
I never gave orders twice
My horse wheeled
As I methodically approached the castle
My body was strewed with arrows
I couldn’t die
Until she told me
I could
The berserker was upon me
My sword screamed
And Sang
In the key of rage.
My blade glowed incandescent
Its white fire
Unquenchable
Blood hissed and splattered
My hated essence blazed
Who would dare touch her?
Those who stood before me
Died
The rest fled
Three witch word singers
Hurled arcane verse
At me
Just before there heads
Came to rest on the floor
I stormed the room that I knew held her
Five men died
Quickly
There
She was
The Last Poet and a Word Mage
Were engaged
In eldritch incantations
Her hands were bound
Impeding her
From verse flow
He was not
Nor could he ever
Be
A match for her
I almost laughed.
But decided to kill him
Instead
The Word Mage eye’s widened
Hurled
Death verse at me
His words crumbled and howled
In useless fury
“I am already dead fool”
I flung the Word Mage out the window
And watched
As his body tumbled
Cursing
That I could not hurt him
More.
I gathered her in my arms
“You know
You really have to stop doing that”
She curled up in my arms
And the world was
Once again
Tolerable
Hope
Was
Alive
A bird sang
The Real Fucking News
Sunday, December 6th, 2009A group demonstrating in front of the United Nations protesting the genocide in Darfur was set upon today by a group of angry New York shoppers eager to get into the Christmas spirit. Disgruntled bargain hunter Christina Spencer angrily said, “I’m sick of this shit, Wal Mart has a two hour special half priced sale which I will miss because of these pathetic fucks… It’s Christmas for Christ’s sake. Hey we all have problems, this year alone I spent two thousand dollars on little Susie’s ballet lessons.” To emphasize her peeve she kicked a young Darfurian Child in the head cracking it’s skull like a fucking eggplant.
Pentagon officials announced they fucked up again in their eight year pursuit of 911 mastermind Osama Bin Laden. Award winning journalist Oddpoet revealed that Bid laden was not in North Waziristan but actually working as an animator for the Walt Disney Company. When pressed Pentagon bigwig Gates admitted that Bin Laden penchant for changing one letter in his named befuddled the Pentagon’s brain thrust. The plug wearing Gates said, “It’s really not our fault we were looking for Osama Bin Laden and he was working as Osama Ban Laden, You have to admire him, he is a crafty son of a bitch.” The pentagon wunderkind went on to state that he believed Bin Laden had outside assistance and probably four or five foreign nations were involved in the nefarious scheme. He urged all Americans to remain suspicious and terrified.
Scientist announced they had nothing really to announce. They did say the quest of cures for children leukemia, cancer, aids, global warming were continuing at a snail’s pace. “But on the bright side we discovered after intensive research that when you rip a lab rat’s ears off they make a really cool screeching sound.”
A group representing the “Real horror writers of America” urged a boycott of the phony Vampire movie “New Moon” It’s an outrage, you have 13 year old chicks fingering their sludge pods over some cute vampire who don’t even suck blood. What the fuck? He predicted dire consequences on the continued fagification of American youths. “Let’s face it a vampire is suppose to tear your throat out and they never fuck, sheeze”
The National Organization of Woman’s news conference announcing the group’s legislative initiatives urging the “castration of all males” was disrupted by the iconoclastic Oddpoet. While overturning tables and tossing dildos at the “lesbian fucks”, Oddpoet announced his own agenda. He planned to “coldcock any chick who pisses him off” to demonstrate He turned and dropped a female reporter who got too close. In the mêlée that followed Oddpoet was remonstrated by an associated who screamed, “she was not a lesbian Oddpoet, she was a pretty cool nymphomaniac who would fuck any man who looked her way or bought her a cup of coffee.” the never remorseful bard said, “Fuck the bitch, they’re all dykes in training” As he was being led away to a waiting police wagon he urged all lesbians to continue making “Dyke flicks”, and that “he was still a sucker for girls going down on each other.”
In related news, Oddpoet planned to publish from prison his controversial annual Yuletide extravaganza, “very cool suicide letters.” The gang raped deviate stated that he had the “utmost respect for anyone who up and offed themselves.” The American Business alliance rejected the post and urged anyone in the depths of despair to hold off on killing themselves till after the holidays. That “the consumer driven American economy needed every present bought and paid for by aforementioned emaciated American poverty stricken consumer, It’s no time to be selfish”
And every word of it is true…
Jester’s Mantle
Sunday, November 29th, 2009I kicked the Jester’s mantle aside
It balled up
In a corner
I almost laughed
At it’s loneliness.
Make me laugh!
Sorry not tonight
Got no time for smile
The clock be ticking
I slid through the sultry summer night
Naked
All bullshit
Packed, packaged and labeled
In alphabetical order
Of course
That be Tomorrow’s game
Tonight
I stare at the stars
And will them brighter.
I feel the life of grass
Against my back
As it envelopes me
Makes love to me
Who could want a better lover
Crickets sing
Fireflies flash cryptic code
In the light starved night
I know
They speak the eternal
The language of Poets and Lovers
Saints and Sinners
Madmen
Murderers
Gods
Devils
Tonight
There will be only tears and awe.
Tonight
There will be magic
Will you take my hand?
Please
No words
Tonight
We simply
Be
A
Part
Of this divine tapestry
I will guard your Dreams
Saturday, November 21st, 2009Sleep free my lady
Let thy troubled brow
Sooth in safe dream
Let the prancing cloud hoofs
Of childish toys
Bring smile
And joy
And bend your lips
In too unfamiliar ways
Let not mendacious lovers
Assault thee
Nor
The loveless toil
Of fruitless searching
Scar your beauty
I know your heart
I shall never allow you to shed false tear
No water shall
Ever stain your visage
Again
My lady I love thee from afar
Can there be truer love?
More Forthright?
Without need for self perceived advantage
Like an onion seller in the market
Laying digit on scale
To improve the weight of purse?
I seek no recompense
Just
Tonight
You sleep free
Tonight
I will guard your dreams.
Guinevere
Friday, November 20th, 2009Guinevere
Lay beside me
Let us lie upon silver clouds
Huddled in Blankets of rainbow
Bathe in essential starlight
Each point of light diaphanousness portals
To what never was
But might yet come to pass
Where this bitter world does not exist
Where tears are never shed
Each new day a mystery
An unopened present
A child’s contented heart
Guinevere
Do not speak
Words are clumsy useless constructs
The mere cackling of crows
Let the quickening of our hearts
And the trembling of our flesh
Sing our song
Let angelic choirs sing rhapsodic counterpoint
Let the maestros of yore
play celestial instruments
Shaking the heavens
In thunderous melody
Where even the dour Gods smile and nod
Knowingly
Guinevere
I am lost in your eyes
Falling helplessly to an essential core
The eye of the storm
The center of all things
I am no longer who I was
Merging, melding, blending
Into something new
Distinct
Pure
What never existed before
Yet older than the ancient bones of Gaia
Guinevere
Your name is the soft caress of a midnight breeze
A glorious spring day
A gentle rain that succors parched earth
A balm that heals a broken heart
Guinevere…
Guinevere…
Guinevere…
A single tear rolls down my cheek
It is my gift to you