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A Season of Warmth Part One

The beauty of lies, 
      Between your eyes. 
The song of drugs 
      I find in your veins 
                     Is never ending. 

The stream replies to a song of redundant tides, 
      How will I hide all that you have brought to me 
      In these gifts of disease? 
Let’s sing them out in melodies. 

The flow is mixed in nicotine, and a pinch of coca 
      Leaves. A variety of alcoholic drinks you 
      Gave to me, with a smile that just whines 
      “Please.” THC and so many leaves, why 
      Couldn’t you love me? 
The hand of a white goddess touches mine. I will 
      Address all that you have meant in these eyes. 
The pain of your subtle lying smile, it 
                                      Stings, 
                                     Till I cry. 

Life is only a jar of ashes, 
      And ha-ha, 
The body as a temple… 
      Let it burn, 
                For the lies of Christ 
Are dull and pathetic, 
                 I’d rather prefer 
My long drawn out, 
          Season in Hell.

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Second To the Left

The way you smile, 
Leaves me breathless.
Your voice is a choir of angels, 
Painted on a canvas, 
So…sublime.

The eyes you wear
Shine brighter than heavens glare.
The laugh you bring
Is beyond Mozart and his ability’s.

I truly wish upon a star, 
Only to take you farther and beyond.
One kiss between two lovers, 
It would be the dream I have dreamed
For, beyond all of eternity.

To whisper in your ear, 
And your giggle leaves a smile.
The way you caressed my hand, 
As we sat and the smoke filled the room.
You remind me of a happier world, 
One where I was at peace, 
And never wanted to go.

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Dim As Blue

I sit quietly, while I belittle a storm
That’s been brewing for some time. 
It crashes in a drunken rage,
And mellows out into the softening wind 
That is the next day. 
Shortly hereafter
It begins anew. 
A fresh theater,
And a fresh view. 
Feels good to end each day,
In the light of a drunken haze. 

A storm brews on the horizon, 
Fresh, and oh so new;
Beautiful neglect, yet…
I love it oh so true. 
Chaos and disorder rings in new,
A sown hatred I drew
Oh no, what to do?
Don’t care or give a shit,
“Stop your crying you *****…
You’re making me sick.
Calm down and take a sip,
And puff a little on this.”
Undereducated and too true; 
So weak, and oh so new. 

Too young and too stupid…
I pity you.
Toughen up and get through;
Its life, it’s here to wear on you,
Not cuddle and be a fool.
Now listen here,
A shot and some weed to make it true;
Vindictive and shortly rude,
Mixed apathy… I forget you.
Driven white lines chopped and hewed;
A little coke to go with this brew.
It’s part of the fun…
You followed through.”

Each day a storm brews,
Cold and mellow;
Yet it’s made to do. 
I live with it,
And I love it.
Messing with dangerous memories,
Blacked out and confused…
Just grab the bottle 
And follow through.

You learn to live, 
Than learn to lose. 
You find religion;
Or some drug use. 
Drown in sorrow, 
Than get numb on due. 
Shaded light that is the dawning flow;
But you see and just won’t go.
I love the end of everyday;
The dimming blue,
Found in my drunken haze.

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Johnny Got His Gun

Your patriotism leaves meat for the dogs, 
Your religious hope has left a carcass for the road. 
Pay your country with patriotism, 
“Johnny grab your gun! ” 
Now the world has a hero, 
Rotting dead by the millions. 
Defend the righteous from the infidels, 
Grab your guns and rack lead straight through the flesh. 
Now the world is safe for your Christ, 
Now we can worship Allah in peace. 

You did your religious duty, 
You did your patriotic crap, 
You slashed your way to power, 
And left behind miles of bodies to rot and sour. 

Look at the hero, 
He murders for fame. 
The religious senselessly bought his gain, 
Though genocide was they’re game. 
But it’s ok, 
God ordered the blood to drain, 
It takes the guilt away 
Just to know that democracy is safe for gain. 
A rotting carcass is a small price to pay, 
Now the patriots can have they’re fame. 

“Johnny grab your gun, 
Become a hero and have some fun.” 
A shell explodes, and his body scatters and runs, 
But all that matters is that Johnny got his gun.

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As the Sun Goes Down

As the sun goes down 
We whisper softly to each other 
At the time of twilight 
Is when we find it the hardest 
In a meadow at the top of a hill 
We hold together, hand in hand 
We’ll paint the sublime picture 
The one of life together 
Together forever inside our never, never 
We’ll always be there together 

I’ll await you for your arrival 
As of now, I know it’s near 
We’ll seek each other 
For without we’ll be de-feathered 
While I wait alone, at the steps of were we first met 
Here and now, I look for your bliss 
At the time of sunset as the shadows dance 
They show me worlds for me to glance 
I see a world of twilight and frown 
While I wait here, as the sun goes down 

As the sun goes down 
I sit alone in my room and write, 
To you letters and poems of my disgrace 
I tell you all my secrets so that they’ll die with you today 
Please keep them as I rise alone 
To face each day outside your heart 
While I stare from the outside 
Knowing I’ll never be part of the inside 
So I fall down and go on in a happy frown 
For each night I wait, as the sun goes down

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An Ode To Ancient Greece

Oh, ancient Greece, 
How much you have filled my soul.
The aesthetics of your kind, 
Are more than satisfied
By your beautiful eyes.

The epics of grace, 
Odysseus and Helen’s sublime face.
The war between two cities, 
And a tale of returning to beauty.

The dialectic of Socrates trial, 
The Christ before Christ on clouds much higher.
The dialogues devoted to supreme justice, 
By Plato’s divine universals.
Aristotle’s poetics devoted to the epics, 
And particulars brought by the golden ethical’s.

Sappho and her poetry, 
Herodotus and a tale of histories.
The land of marble devoted to democracy, 
The Spartan grandeur and Athenian cultured society.

The Oedipus complex brought to Sophocles.
Vengeful acts by Media for adultery.
I sing joy to all the tragedies, 
Aeschylus and the dance of the Eumenides.

The Minoan society and the island of Crete, 
Greek culture and so much to keep.
Athena the bright eyed goddess of wisdom, 
Came of Zeus, our lord of Jupiter.
Juno and her rivals in the kingdom, 
Brought us tales of jealousy for the future.

The pre-Socratics of philosophy, 
Thales, Heracleitus, and Anaximenes.
The golden verses of Pythagoras, 
And the sophist named Protagoras.

Aristotle’s pupil brought grandeur to the dream, 
Alexander the great extended the means.
The logic, the literature, and the home of philosophy, 
Mythology, and the tragedies, histories of epic poetry.
The things that have been and will always be, 
I will always remember the glory that was Greece.

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Ode To the Lizard King

You crawl forth, slithered, 
The glare blinds the optics of our mind.
The acid king, hallucinations
Of grandeur, now you know you’re alive.

You cheat death, by playing
With hell fires of faith.
A trance, a thought, 
The baggage of sins you brought.

Spewed forth, un-allowed, 
Cloaks shaded by random, 
…Is it found? 
Rational, irrational, to crawl back
Inside, a hideaway, a game he played.

Scales stripped by non-being, 
A lizard king, drenched by 
Sights unseen, while you lay 
Slithering in sand, drenched in mythology, 
And stealing wisdom, as you can.

Flowing like a string in the wind, 
The ball of yarn, hung like a noose.
To speak of your story and how you’ve been, 
Life burnt out, like a falling star in use.

To appear as a mad man, 
But truly on a spiritual journey.
Your voice is a choir set to a chant, 
But behold, our shaman’s in a hurry.

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Gonzo Traditions

A true Walden pond,
Slashed roads that break beyond.
We light a Philly XL;
Cut and filled with ganja and ale.

Lack of concern,
No pity and no pain.
Lack of emotion,
What a laugh to call it 
                                     A shame. 

Filled to the brim with
   Whisky and rye,
A burning blunt misting the ride.
Laughter that can’t hide smiles,
   Chopped lines
Sparkle like flowers.

Not a care in the world;
Who cares, and no food from chores?
Whatever, now more on to more;
The opiates that came from the chores. 

Pop four, then take five more;
Crush the last one to share for.  
Bad vibes sweep the room,
Never intended to pay the check only
                                                             To leave so soon. 

Stumbling through town again
   Because of the hallucinogens,
Really, there’s no such thing as sin. 
A thesis built on Gonzo traditions,
   Break out the hash,
The lines are spinning again.

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Learning To Fly

Standing at the edge of a hole made of emptiness
Learning to fly into an abyss of cleanliness
Remembering memories lost so long ago
While I’m overwhelmed by the feeling to just let go

Flying into thin air while clearing all inside
Realizing games that were made to crawl back in my mind
Dangers of boredom and loneliness silk in me
I just can't wait to be set free

You know what it feels like when air comes rushing past you
Fire was made to clean out closets of dieing laughter’s
So few and yet so far away
Clean my skin from this burning day

Learning to fly in a whole different way
A way to end it, but not sure it will play
Please come out and burn my life away
Please say it’s different when I have my way

But all you see is green burned inside my eyes
Greed and hatred is our hope and demise
All flowers come to whither and burn
While all flesh can't help but slither to turn

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Ubermehsch

I’m elated by all reason, 
The time to despair is only time wasted. 
Freedom from all fear and anguish, 
The evolution of the species. 

Beyond your god of oppression, 
Beyond the polytheism of the early man. 
Only an expression of characteristics, and 
Explanations. 
Then the monotheism stemmed in mans realization 
Of unification. 

Its nothing but evolution, 
Its nothing but the revaluation of all values. 

Beyond good and evil is where we stand. 

But behold, the time for the species to evolve 
Has arrived. 
The time to lose all fear and morality is here. 
There are no other gods before yourself, 
For you are a god in your own right. 
Thus spake Zarathustra, 
“God is dead.” 

The days of living in fear of doing wrong 
Have 
Ended. 
Your “divine” rule has shattered. 
The superman lives in no fear or anguish, 
For him 
There is no god. 

The world is his for the taking; 
Guilt has no hold on him 
Only reason and beauty belong to him. 
His eternal love of life knows no ends. 
He rejects the mindless oppression of the “god fearing man,” 
And the freedom to be is all he needs. 
For love of everything true is his Achilles heal, 
And knowledge is his Pandora’s Box. 

Behold and rejoice for the time of the godless man is here, 
No longer must we be held to slave morality, 
For we are the superman and we make our own morality. 

No longer does fear hold us back; 
No longer must time be wasted on the “afterlife.” 
Peace and contentment is what we possess, 
Attachment has no hold, 
For we are nothing less than free.