for a moment
I close my eyes
and wish you well
like a balloon
I let in the sky
that will never come down again
a bitter brain such as mine
contains no remorse
so I am sorry I have nothing
to give to you
and a running nose
I cant stop from running tho
and for a moment
I am back to black
and black and white
monotone
and envious
a bitter lung
no air
so I am empty
with not much to breathe for
besides the winter that
haunts the house
across the street from
where I grew up
my livers life
is shorter than my own
deadly
but I love
the admiration you give me when I smoke
hello
hello
can you hear me from the trees
from the trees
you call me
but I will never suffice
for a perfect lover
and I blame my bitter brain
Like chattering magpies we flock, we preen, we groom
We gather shiny bits and pieces to feather our nests
And then we tarnish them with neglect or abuse
Or lose them, distracted by the next one
We've already collected the prize sought by all
Not the God given one, that's free will
Which has been given freely to all
What we do with it is up to us
A snip, snip, here
And a snip, snip, there
They're cuttin' and carvin'
After shavin' my hair
A slip, slip, here
Brain salad on legs
A slip, slip, there
As they scramble my eggs
These doctors of doom
Will I soon depart
One slip of the knife
Just another brain fart
A skip, skip, here
No Aflac my boy
As they skip, skip there
Just another new toy
A mind craves stimulation
especially as it ages
Without a kick in the head
(once in a while)
The indoor plumbing may shut down
Somewhere over the mountain, hidden away,
There’s a land that is calling; I must not delay.
Somewhere over the mountain, that’s where she’ll be,
In the alpenglow, Mary's waiting for me.
They said I'd never recover from my stroke
A nightmare from which I never woke
A big chunk of me gone, a lower plateau
But I left the home, and off I did go.
It's our lot to grow old, not due to our sins
Trails go cold and entropy wins
But I'll boat down the waterfall where snowmelt flows,
I’ll find Mary in the place that nobody knows.
The terrain is forbidding, the ridge like a knife
Can't undo time, can't crash the afterlife
No country for old men, no breaking the rule
But I have to attempt, to give up is so cruel
Somewhere over the mountain, I wish it were so,
Mary is singing where wildflowers grow.
The starling will guide me, the meteor will show
The path to the valley where lost rivers go.
I went over the mountain, then took a fall
a thousand foot down off a sheer valley wall.
They buried my story, because no one must know.
They say I died then, but I died long ago.
So, stranded on Framingham Turnpike,
I walked from the corpse of my Vette
(Unsure just what gasoline burns like),
as far as my high heels could get.
The tow trucker guy got my blood up,
his big chest all covered in hair.
He wordlessly lifted the hood up,
and studied the engine with care.
I’d let the poor pistons get wet, or
my battery somehow went flat?
He said, “Crap in the damn carburetor.”
“How often, dude, must I do that?”
Brain's agile cranium was a difficulty of quixotic immensity,
in a state of malaise, in the labyrinth of dead-end opportunity.
Never unnerved at his mousy stature, he rendered colossal dreams,
for global hegemony was the main subject of his lunatic schemes.
My well-meaning doctor said
my brain is close to dead.
Lay off meats and fats, he said,
eat fish, all you want, instead.
Fish is high in omega-3,
great for rebooting mind deficiency.
But, doctor, said I skeptically,
how has that helped any fish one jot,
they still get hooked do they not? –
Not too smart, if you ask me.
The most beautiful things in life cannot
be seen or touched, but can be felt by the heart.
— HELEN KELLER
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It was just a slight sight of your beauty,
that spurred my heart to start to race.
Lust and love swam side by side in my veins—
some bound to haem, some dance to hymns.
The choice of dominance–no longer mine;
lechery, at times, sailed faster,
leaving love to gasp in breathless pretense.
Other times, love was the master.
In my brain they took to serious fight,
Both injured but neither took to flight,
My brain was concussed by their fright,
And confusion replaced their freight.
They both ran to my soul that they had stolen,
There, they tortured me with their fangs,
Their greed my spirit could no more cope with,
But they stayed on in defiance.
Their journey within me became endless,
Yet far from my heart your love stayed,
Come closer to free me of their torture,
Otherwise, my brain will soon explode.
took a bullet in my brain
no refrain
no restrain
in a war I feel the pain
war is horrible for both sides
there is no place for us to hide
death or glory? You are kidding right?
so many lay dead on that first night
where’s the glory in killing so many young?
horrible reality, where’s the fun?
I’ll never again fully see the sun
no refrain, no restrain, my work is never done.
There once was a brain too lazy to think
As into obscurity destined to sink.
While we dance to metre
And conjure up theatre
That some love though into history slink.
snowy white with shiny granulated crystals
pink yellow and red candy sprinkles on the top
brain freeze at first bite
You may say I'm crazy
but as it takes one to know one
do you have what I've got
if I am are you too
and am I nuts to think I'm not
the shrink he's not telling
despite all my yelling
he only asks how it makes me feel
it's quite a strain on the brain
is he really and truly for real
then again if I'm insane
as the earth is bipolar
it's no wonder
there are so many weirdos and whackos
in a world torn asunder
at least I'm not alone
I think you'll find
it can't be overstated it's overrated
sanity
it's all in the mind
I saw them in the corner
Like brain pieces on the wall,
Climbing to my ceiling,
Loud and stinking with blood.
I can hear them crawling
Inside my moldy walls,
Slow and steady
Like the movement of organs.
Who the heck you think you are?
You bashed my car, yet strut with flair—
Like a proud star,
Too smug to care.
Your brain's back door was left ajar;
Your wisdom vanished in thin air.
Puffed with pride that won't go far—
At best, you'll earn a mocking stare.
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