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Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Nature the Cleanser

Nature is to be admired who makes a shrine out of this here asylum
Photo by Bazooka Teaches


Note: This is the shortest poem I’ve written so far in my career of creative writing. I wrote the poem when I used to go camping at the Kern River in California, by Lake Isabella. That was way back in the 1990s. Whenever I camped at the Kern, I felt like all of my problems went away. It was so therapeutic for me! I recently went back and it felt the same!
Anyway, the pic is from my trip to Zion Park in Utah back in 2008. Also, thanks for taking your time in reading this short poem, and I hope you enjoyed it. At least, I hope you enjoyed my picture! Oh yeah, if you like this poem, check it out my collection called Hello Mr. Satan, You're an Idiot! available in through Amazon.

Monday, March 6, 2017

Radical Thoughts

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In a crowd full of faces
where the sidewalk is falling apart
and the streets congested with dragsters

Nuns pray, priests portray maladjusted love,
and the citizen dick works his ass off to pay bills
while climbing hills

The crosshairs sit upon many of these faces
that dream to shine in the sky
but fated to burn in Hell


Note: I hope you enjoyed this poem that I wrote a long time ago while quite angry, Anyway...

Sunday, March 5, 2017

Utopian Abstract Love

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They say don't forget your jewels
when they take me;
And she with a withered look,
smiles but a tear flows.

They say not to look at the reflection of love
when you leave;
And he smiles away with a dirty photograph
in his pocket that smells.

She knows what they say; but still,
in profound anguish she welcomes the milkman.
They say don't forget your jewels
when they take me enclosed in that utopian photograph.
Written in early 2000s.
Note: Thanks for reading my poem and I hope you liked it. If you did, feel free to check out my profile for more readings. You can also check out my book Hello Mr. Satan, You're an Idiot! as well.

Saturday, March 4, 2017

Thank You


Photo by Lalesh Aldarwish from Pexels
Oh, how I wish to write you a song or a poem,
But I really don’t know how.
Your smile fills my mind when you are away,
But that makes me want you now.
Your hair, your eyes, I want to be yours and yours mine,
But I really don’t know why.
You know, I was once lost by a tall precipice,
And that made my possible fall more vulnerable.

I’d never thought I’d be found
My ride took a wrong turn.
I’d never thought I’d be around
Because, that God, I never really listened to him.

Oh, how I wish to write you a poem to thank you
For making me stay and sing this song.

Thursday, March 2, 2017

Squelching the Truth

Photo by OpenClipArt from Pixabay

“I’m the freedom of this wretched tomb,”
Said the fierce gunslinger that slaughtered authorities
“I’m the Beatniks, the Milton, the Shelley, the nutcracker little monkey”

The boy smiled at the gunslinger’s remarks
And told him, “I’m the future FBI, that’s why I’m here”
The boy’s crazy-Stephen-King-creepy smile continued
“I’m here to spoil your fun,” said the foul boy

The gunslinger stared

“I’m malice, and you have a truth that I must bring to demise”
Continued the cranky boy

They both drew their guns
The boy shoots the man square in the face


Note: Wrote this in early 2000s. I really do not remember what made me write this poem! Just enjoy it at least!