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 posts from Tuesday, April 30

The Infinite Beat

The infinite beat, an unrepressed power
Irrepressibly moving each day by the hour

Somewhere it gives, and forever it takes
But there's always a calmness it makes

When never it seems like an answer is near
Just feel your heart if you want something clear

When clouded by one thing there never is less
Admitting and knowing just what you confess

Yet never lose sight and just quietly stand
When all that still matters is what's in your hand





Undone in Time

To look left and right,
To see nothing so near
But a ribbon of regret tied to my hand
A reminder, it says, of where I am
For it will be there
Yet no blade has been so sharp
So blindingly bright
As what I have found in you
To cut this burdon and release it
As if i won't remember





Neverending Sky

Resting atop the glowing hill
On a cloudy day at noon
Blown by the windy wave
A spastic word in tune

The fire from the valley grows
Its grave facade approaching
Into the world I fall
Something wildy encroaching

The forest down below
Emits a dark and wild cry
Upon my hill I greet
The lucky ones who wouldn't die

And to my face they stand
Hand outstretched in pain
I send them on their way
As once before they come again

But the flames can burn so high
The wind can call my name
But in so many years
The world is still the same

I will not leave my quiet place
Nor shall I give in to
The once destructive force
For what it failed to do




 posts from Friday, April 5

Cat Puking Crazy

What did you do?
Oh shit, you nasty brat
You made a mess
You rebar cat!
She took you out
To run and play
And then you puke
So what do you say?

Molly's in a cutting mood
So go away and don't be rude
If you're smart you'll run and hide
And keep your fluids deep inside





 posts from Monday, April 1

Pete Wears His Granny's Underpants

There is this nasty guy I know
Who wears his granny's panties wherever he goes
He's wearing them right now
While milking a cow
Hey that's not a cow, Pete!
That's a homeless dude with a bad haircut!
Now you've crossed the line!

No cows were harmed in the making of this poem. Except one.






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