I was glad I cut off the relationship but you were so obsessive begging for my love when you know I had none left to give, our relationship was draining my energy, and I wanted to keep it as a memory, the more my current relationship collapsed, I felt the need to get a taste of the evocation, it felt like I was daydreaming in a vacation, yes I admit I did fixate on seeing you again, but this simply just has to end, I don’t see my life going on with the past stuck in my subconscious, I guess the dreams left me with the pain I inflicted on you leaving me with thoughts that are preconscious, the guilt is no longer heavy and we should forgive ourselves, I’m honestly glad we talked, but I’ve come to grips that you have changed, and so have I and the closure is set.
If I cut off a leg I weigh much less
That might look better on my doctor’s chart
Think it for seconds, but it’d be such a mess
Truthfully, I do not think I have the heart
Some cut gently.
Barely making a line
Up the inside of their arm
Admiring the tiny red droplets
That form along the line
They are pussies.
I want to cut off a finger
Or gouge my face
With a screw driver.
It’s a face I hate.
My father’s face.
He is a pussy.
Some say they hate themselves.
I hate them
They do not even know
What hate is.
I sharpen my knife.
And go get my screw driver.
I can no longer enjoy
looking down upon
those locks,
those once silky,
long, luscious locks
that sustained your stroking,
that absorbed your scent,
that grew
to the longevity
of our relationship,
carried like a banner
throughout each journey.
Now this nest is
gnarly, dry, and unkempt
from your lack of care,
and since then mine.
With scissor snips
as quick as
your departure,
this too
I leave behind.
11-4-19
drink and, consume
from my, raw open heart
My long awaited consort
consume all of me, be one with me
drink, I said drink!
and dance in the forever lonely night
for, I am bleeding divine love
sharing my exquisite pain
come drink to the moon of the frozen night
and dance in its pale moon light
my blood flows with eternal pain
and I share it with you, my new bride
can't you feel it's deep ancient cries
screaming out to love once again
I have ripped heaven apart
only to behold a glimpse of you
the pain! the pain!
as eternity flows from my veins
it robs Morta the goddess of Death
of your devout mortal flesh
look up at me
as you drink of me
and know this
this will be the face you
shall see, for all time
and love and blood
will always comfort thee
2017
Watching the Emmys, I couldn’t help see
A glaring inequality.
When certain winners spoke too long,
The band began to play a song…
Implying, time to leave the stage;
Right NOW you have to disengage.
You do not rate a minute more,
So get a move on, out the door.
The A-list stars, though, got to speak
And might have gone on for a week,
Which proves that we should be aware
Of yet more ways that life’s unfair.
there are snakes that come through my window
there are spiders that crawl in my basement when i'm alone
in hope, i never close the shutters
in hope, i feed the pests
for years, there's been nothing
there's been nothing but you
for years, there's been nothing
but the feelings that no one gets
there are things that i see in the trees deep in forests
a thousand years old
and no one would dare to chase a fox when there's dogs in the cities
no one would follow a map when there's only one piece
for years, there's been nothing
there's been nothing but you
for years, there's been nothing
but the feelings that no one gets
you can't tell that this is a breakthrough, is a breakthrough
just because this is normal for you, normal for you
i'm so f*cking lost
i am cut off, i am cut off
i'm so f*cking dumb
i am cut off, i am cut off
Cut off, as completely
As we once were close,
How it hurts to fall from
Your grace,
Into open space,
To feel the loss,
Without a trace of hope,
Just an endless wall,
To wait and wonder,
Until we are free
From these doubts
About how it came to be.
There is truth in peace,
But I can't yet see, beyond
The end of destiny, I am
Cut off, completely.
Woke up early on this fateful and sad day
to find AOL had cut me off
over some bill I'd failed to pay
I found my anger, up I did cough!
faced with a day without my daily "soup"
Good Lord!, just how will I get by?
my spirits start to droop
I could not help but start to cry
Now I find I'm suffering
from a new form of P.M.S.
"Panic Minus Soup" is what it stands for
Oh, Lord, I sure am now in a mess!
(This is a fictional poem)
My wife cut off my wiener while I was sleeping.
When I woke up, I started weeping.
I begged her to give it back so I could have it sewn back on.
I nearly died when she said it was gone.
She doused it in gasoline and burned it with a lighter.
I wasn't going to take this because I'm a fighter.
I invited her outside to have a fight.
I thought I'd win easily but she punched out my lights.
Every time I'd get up, she'd knock me back down.
It was embarrassing because she only weighs eighty pounds.
She cut off my wiener because she thought I was cheating.
I got my ### kicked when she gave me that beating.
She felt terrible when she learned that I hadn't cheated at all.
She cut off my #### and now all I have down there are my balls.
If you're a man, I have something to say to you.
Don't marry a wife like mine or you might lose your wiener too.