a hour can make

Watching the day change from beautiful glorious warmth
To cold stormy night.
Snow rifling down on you.
Each flake like that from a sniper mowing you down.
Covering every unsmeared part of the ground, the streets
leaving only traces of warmth under cars or forgotten yard equipment.
What a change a hour can make.

dec 26/11

I Dunno

I dunno, it was a guess.
But as it goes dumb luck
Rides again.
Do you think it's something?
Is it something that should be
Found in a book?
I dunno, it was fun.
I can almost feel my heart
Race, captured in the moment
Again.


Dec 13/11

So pumped

So pumped up on drug’s, in pitch
Darkness, only one laser light lit
The way; along with some people
Holding multi-color glow sticks
In the middle of nowhere.
But there was the music which
Drove me on and on,
As my body moved in agony,
Physically I must have been
In hell because I just couldn’t rest.
My mind filled with adrenaline, I
Would need to be torn off the dance floor.
That night was the most powerful
Experience.
It could have been said that it was a
Complete sensory over-load,
A spiritual freak-out.
I was on the edge of a apocalypse
Within,
Yet I found salvation at the end. . .
 
June 14/90

Look how far

Look How far we’ve come
Just to fall away to dust.
Ends have no end,
While beginnings come
Then go and come again.
But how far did we really
Go. . .
 
Aug 29/00

Silvery grin

Bury secrets behind your
Silvery grin.
I won’t pretend that I don’t
Know of your sins.
I just wait until you
Find the lines to speak your
Mind.
Or until you feed me another
False line which I can
See through. . .
 
Feb 5/00
 

Something In the way

A fiery woman, nobody forgets a blond.
So lovely, stunning and statuesque.
I’ve become her prisoner.
I fell under her spell.
I think about her.
I dream about.
She is so irresistibly mysterious,
Seductive and captivating,
I long for her affections,
I starve for her attention.

Jan 29/00

So urgently needing to unlock the
Door to my hidden dream’s
And amid the surrounding calculation,
To charm, soothe and sway
Her senses, to pursued her.
Yet she came out of nowhere,
She crept up behind me and
Surprised me, she stood on
Her tippy-toes and kissed my cheek.
And I said to her,
now that wasn’t so hard?
For years I’ve adored you –
What took you so long?

Jan 30/00

Through she said nothing, I was
Exhilarated.
I had no immunity and
Wanted no resistance.
I longed for her and her tender
Charms.
There is nothing else on my mind
But her. . .

Jan 31/00


God! She’s has beautiful eyes
Of blue.
Not dark blue of sapphires, nor
The azure blue of the Caribbean sea.
Rather that unusual, icy
Grey-more-than-blue eyes
Typical of an Alaskan husky
There hypnotizing, tantalizing,
Appetizing, I tremble with anticipation. . .

Feb 1/00


I can’t believe this is real,
The way that she makes me
Feel.
Highly charged with secret
Fantasies and desires.
And when I reach over and stroked her
Arm, the touch of her skin filled
Me with desire.
Warmth enveloped me like the coming
of summer
I love it.

Feb 2/00

How do you

How do you
Say your
Sorry,
When you go
Away?

June 19/99

How do you
Say your
Sorry.
When words fail
You?


June 20/99


How do you
Say your
Sorry,
When thoughts have
Come to 
Pass?

June 21/99



But why say
Your sorry
That you fell
In love with
Them?

June 22/99

Been thinking about you

Been thinking about you
Being out there.
So quiet, without words
Or a care.
I've been thing about
You. . .

Dec 01/99

Acid '99

The first great influence gave me
The feeling of being understood.
Nothing prepared me for that
Experience of an intense
Life within the complete, emotional,
Intellectual and spiritual
Fulfillment -
We are living. . .

Dec 7/99

Let Alone A Ghost

As one has never seen love,
Let alone true love.
True love is like seeing
A ghost.
We talk about it but
Few of us have never even
Seen one.
Let alone experience true love
For ourselves.
Let alone a ghost. . .

Oct 19/99

Of all sorrow

It's is divine love to love.
Should one die of love; one dies
Of devotion to that love,
Not abandoning what ones own heart
To puressure of others, but to what
One chooses.
But savory that which one
Loves before one dies.
There loves, love for them. . .
oct 11/99

What one may want is not what one fines

Lovers empty eyes dost not
Make love some sweet vail place to
Lay one's treasure down.
To bare existence of love, life,
Then death with not a feeling but of
Store.
Lovers touch like that of sulk. I still
Remember that moment of that first
Touch still.
How the flesh overwhelms the eyes and
After all treasures had been lain
Would the feeling of stone remain
Would that silky touch be still in
Hand or would it have turned
To dust.

Sept 30/99

Sometimes I can still tell

Sometimes I can still tell
That this emptiness inside
Will pay off well.
But it doesn't fill this
Gaping pain that leaves
Me hurting somehow.

Oct 31/99

Fire hall
Halloween party '99

God is not my strength

God is not my strength,
Nor the places I go or live.
But inside my abandoned
Mind lies the traces of hope.

Oct 7/99

The greatest prison

The greatest prison anyone can live in
Is within there own mind.
Forever tormented.
Forever damned with the thoughts that will go
Round and round in their head.
A prison without walls, bars or guards.
Just the open space around you
And the dark thoughts that will over
Come you making you wish
The pain away.
Thus the mind is the greatest prison
One must escape from . . .

Feb 20/00

It is impossible

It is impossible to repress the
Erotic desire.
Chastity cruel intention could
Not repress all erotic realms
Among the soul's passion
Truth, beauty, and love could
Not unite the most powerful
Dream, but by sheer reason
To purely exist on earth.
Chastely erotic love did
Ratify the idea that there is
No other world than that
Without a kiss. . .

Oct 14/99

The Spell

Pass again in those techno grooves.
Single notes pound out, then faster and
Faster until your totally wrapped up inside
The mood.
The light's change from red to blue to blinding
White then finally blackness.
This state takes you farther than reality,
That higher plan of exzistance moves to the beat,
Finding your own moves reaching climax over and over
Until the tempo changes.
Slowing down, slowing down, slowing - down.
Then a explosion of lights, sound consumes you;
Dances through you until you become angels and shed these earthly forms and become a part of the universe.
Falling under the DJ's spell of absolution.

Sept 11/99

Every Part Of Me

Every part of me finds a thought of
You.
I'm not ready yo say I'm sorry, let
Alone hello.
But the longer I wait the farther you'll
Be from me.
How the words escape me, how they
Seem to be so silent inside of me.
Can you understand why I'm staying
Away?
Can you forgive me for being so
Lost from everything that was
Between us.
If I tried to come back would you
Let me?
What would I do, what could I say?
But nothing. . .

Sept 23/99

Where To Start

Where to start?
Where to begin?
How do you say your sorry for
Something you did?
Echo's of missing you.
Enter my mind.
Time and time again
I wonder why?
Did my heart have to bred for
Sorrow I've Mae?
For all the things I did just to
Keep me sane was not worth the
Price I paid.
I want all this to end.
But it won't be the same.
So now that we're
Broken.
How do we fix;
The problem at hand?
Where to start?
Where to begin
Why has it have to end?
Good bye, good bye
My friend . . .

Sept 27/99

A Little Bit

A little bit of weed.
A pipe, a light
Lips and breath to breathe
In for the moment
Out like bliss
Thoughts drift in a soft
Haze.
How great . .. 

Sept 24/

Twist Jump Shout

Twist then turn.
Jump then fall.
Move and groove to the music that flows.
Feel the energy!
Feel the rush!
Why wait till you turn to dust?
The music is playing
The stage is set.
Just let the moment take
Flight. . .

Sept 23/99

Eternal sun

But why regret an
Eternal sun if we are
Embarked on the discovery
Of divine light . . .

                A. Rimbaud


When we finish we realize
That we are the divine
Light. . .

Nov/99

She hungers

She hungers for something which she
Does not know.
The eyes tell the tale of her sadness.
Her wrist tell the story of pain.
Her soul, hungry for love.
Her body a open vessel for the
Motion of passion and lust.
She seem's so sad from time to
Time, from moment to moment trying
To fight that which we cannot see.
The demons of her life crowding her every
Thought until she finds escape in a drug
Induced reality or a erotic
Moment of distraction.
How she wear's her mask well.
How she play's her part.

Nov 22/99

Dancing with you

Dancing with your rhythms under
Those flashing neon light's.
Being consumed by the music is like
Being consumed by life.
You turn to the right, you move to
The left,
And your body explodes into the
Rush that stirr's silently within.
It's their under the hazy
Enjoyment that the world we
Live in disappear's . . .


Nov 21/99

How unexpected

How unexpected it was
When I first met you.
Your smile caught my
Eye, but as we spoke
I came to know what
I have found within
You. . .

Nov 13/99

When ever I look up

When ever I look up
At the night time sky
The everlasting stars
Stare back.
It almost makes me
Forget that there is
Still suffering on earth.
When there is such a
Canvas in the sky. . .

Nov 25/99

Wait!

Wait!
Wait to conceive this passion in
Moments of flesh pressing against
Flesh;
Tongues twist and turn
Soft kisses upon the back
And lust of passion taking you away.
These thought’s comsumes your
Mind.
All you can say or think is
God I need to fuck. . .
 
Sept 28/00

Movement

Kiss me
Hug me
Tell me you love it
Undress me
Caress me
We begin to heat
Lick me
Suck me
You know what it does to me
Pull me
Push me
We now begin the dance
Faster
Harder
Just a while longer
Thrill me. . .

Drink me in

Drink me in
As words flow over me
As each word opens
A new idea that opens
More possibilities
As the idea grows
I'm fueled with what
I should do
Drink me in

Nov 22/11

Through the Bedroom Door

I listen to you scream
Though the bedroom door!
Don't leave me!
Don't leave me!
I can't see you
But I can feel you
As I try to hide
This pain.

Inflicted

Inflicted by a kiss
Caressed so lovingly
Made to wonder if its’ Nameless Lovers
True?
Inflicted by a kiss
Inflicted
By you. . .
 
 

Nameless Lovers

Nameless lovers
Tiptoe past closed doors
Nothing is heard;
Not even a breath
We have the room,
A bed and a window
Let us bury each other in the
Lovers embrace
Do not disturb,
But listen for sounds,
For moans or laughter
Of bliss
 

The Glimpse

I sometimes see a
Glimpse
Of something great,
But it just turns out
To be shit. . .
 

The Dark City

I stare out from my apartment
Window
Seeing the dark city staring
Back at me.
Sometimes I felt it reaching out to me.
Trying to touch what I have locked
Away from everyone’s and myself.
Never wanting to see

Wicket Baby

Wicket Baby,
Wicket baby.
Loving whore
Phantom eyes, open lipped kisses
Wondering what ya missed?
Trying so hard to
Repair the damage done.
Fixing
My wicket ways
Wicket baby
Wicket baby,
Loving, loving
Whore. . .

The More You Care

The More you care

About someone

The more it will

hurt when they

Break your Heart. . .

Jan 8/99

Disappointed

What do I say?
What do I say when I'm disappointed?
When everything was meant to be perfect
But is hijacked and wasn't fun at all.
What do I say
when everything was taken care of but the feeling I got was "Whatever"
Do I pull away

Do I stop talking and everything gets weird
Do I even want to try anymore
No, I don't want to anymore.
They will see this and know this is about them.
I don't care just like they didn't.
I will not share myself with them anymore.
My good is mine
Fine your own. . .

Nov 22/11

Show me love

Brush me a smile with those tempting lips.
Tell me a story as you nibble on my ear.
Look at me with those beautiful eyes.
I fell in love with you my dear

Nov 03/11

Dance for me echo

Dance for me echo
In rhythms that flow
Dance for me echo
In the silhouette that are slow
Dance for me echo
In rhythms that flow
Dance for me slow
This is how it goes

Why?
Why must it be like cracks
In the soul
Before you break
I'm forgetting what it means
To be
The echo of the shadow
The forgotten thing that
Sets my soul on fire
On in the blackness
On in the life that
I live
On on on never let that
Capture you fire
That pushes you on
Get up
Get up
The little voice in your head
Dance for me echo
Dance for me slow

Oct.31/11

I won't let you

I won't let you
But I will let you
just to hate you
When will you
say good bye
How do I beat you
At this game
That I find myself
fighting for
How do I 
I will ask you

Oct.27/11

Always Be On

It's so hard to always be on.
To turn off.
To unplug.
To be another faceless shadow
On the wall.
I know how,
do you?
Forget you
It not the same without,
As it is with
Perpectully turning over
And over never sure how it ends?
I can't keep up
I won't let you too.
It's so hard to always be on.
Stop. . .

Oct. 27/11

Exist

We have not always been.
We will not always be.
We are creatures of eternity.
But we are hurried by time.
We are unable to escape.
We are always amazed,
How fast it goes.
How slowly it goes.
How much of it is gone
So much is left.
That eternity exist for us.
And so does our sense of
Home. . .
 
Oct 15/11

For a few more hours

For a few more hours,
under the pressure of time,
It would be worth it all.
When we speak of now
We seem to mean the timeless.
So there is no duration
No awareness of duration
We are in an eternity without
Any reference to any timeline
Now being divorced from time
And eternity
I am bound by different ideas
and thought’s.
I was not the same anymore,
I am in a different time of thought.
For a few more hours.
 
Oct 19/11

I call and I get no answer

I call and I get no answer.
I wonder if you got my call
I know I miss you
I somehow hope you miss
me to
I sometimes see you with a
Glance of my eyes.
I sometimes feel you near
I think about you all the time
I wish you were here
I will see you later
As time passes by
I know you love me
And I love you too
I miss you with heaps of tears
I wish I could hug.
As I wipe away the tears.
I miss you dad
I miss you.
 
Oct 18/11
 

What do you say

What do you say.
What do you really say?
Words escape what you feel,
Nothing could be said that
surmounts to anything.
Hear a roar of sound that eats
Your soul
What do you say.
Ratt tat tat 
Beat so softly the rhythms that beat
This mod- day idea of a modern man
Fragments of gods illuions 
What do you say.

Oct.14/11

Change

Great people come and go, change is on our doorsteps, our youth in riot, the old going mad, and our working class lost in the pursuit of a dream that has died over 30 years ago. We are on the edge of madness that will give birth to something that we all need. . . Change

Oct. 5/11

Listening

Listening With a voice lost in the darkness
Lost in the search for truth
He is weaving his charm that convinces you
that I have joined in the dwelling of light.
Opening the stars abode, to the horizon, to
the gateway of pleasure on earth, among the living
Love is the law, love under will, love unbound.
Devouring all that you embrace.
on you push, on you drive to that end that says it all,
Listen with your heart open.

Oct. 5/11

Reflection in a smile

Do you stop and smell the roses?
Do you pause when you see a butterfly?
Are there things you day dream about?
Do they make you happy inside?
Is everything a light hearted feeling?
Do you remember times when things
Were simpler and new?
Are there a thousand wish you could make
On every shooting star you seen?
Moment to moment the innocence
Is within you.
Moment to Moment it’s as if a dream.
I remember every word shared.
I remember you and what you told me.
It is you, it is you. . .
 
Oct 4/11

Watching The Seasons

The air is cool and the ground is damp
The tree’s are going from green to yellow
Early morning runners take to the street
Trying to get a run in before it gets colder
The sun just starts to creep out
Burning off the morning dew
Sounds of cars in the distance
As people drive to work
You see that gloaming give way
to the burning sun
The early morning has given way to the start
Of the day
 
Oct 4/11

I will see you again

You think of the distance and a little sad feeling comes over you
The idea of you so far away, the idea of you not near.
There is a place in your heart that wishes they were here.
I wish you wouldn’t go, but thing the way they are it would be better.
How I remember your smiling face and the kind words that you share with me.
I feel safe with whatever I tell you.
And everything you say reaches my heart.
I hope this is a good thing, not a bad thing.
I will see you soon.
I will see you again.

Oct 3/11

I Can Almost

There is the piece of my soul that has you burned into it. Something that can never be removed. Something that can never be forgotten.
You close your eyes and see them.
You hold them in your thoughts forever if you could.
You reach out and almost feel the heat coming off them, but they are not there.
There voice lives in your ear, in your head.
The urge to tell them how things are in your life but you can't because you think they can hear.
They leave there mark that's as deep scars can only compare.
You held me in life once,
but live inside my thoughts now.
I can almost sense you there.
I can almost feel you near.
I can almost.

Sept. 30/11

Remember me as I stand

Remember me as I stand, as I fall, 
as I drift away from your thoughts.
Sullen and reckless, passionate and lustful.
The eyes so full of experience, so full of loss.
The sound of my voice in your ear.
The feeling of me near.
As you remember me holding you,
And you.
Remember me as I was, what I am?
As someone with you as the lights go out.
As the sun sets, as it rises.
A tree lives, as it dies.
Remember everything you can
In black, in white.
Remember...

Sept 28/11

Your Crazy You

Your crazy you

Fill every moment  with small talk that leaves you feeling so cheap
Fake-ness in your smile
Your unsure when we speak
If you look in her eyes, there is a vague emptiness that screams, "I'm so incomplete!"

Your crazy, crazy you
Your crazy, are you ok
Your crazy, crazy you
But you cant hear
Your crazy you

Listen to those ideas
But I have no clue about you
Chasing a reality that isn't true to anyone
But crazy you

Your crazy, crazy you
Your crazy, are you ok
Your crazy, crazy you
But you cant hear
Your crazy you


Aug 26/11

With You

With you
The moment never feels alone,
Never far away,
I'm here too,
Sunshine, the love, your move's
You make me feel
That something is real
that trust is in you, me for you
It's always your move
with you
My touch on your flesh
You love, you do
What I do never escape you
But gives you what you need
Me too.
With you

Sept 14/11

A break in the breeze

A break in the breeze
Long enough to feel the sun warming my face.
Almost a chance to lose yourself in a quiet moment
Then the sound of air moving through the treetops
Making me open my eyes to the blue sky
I take a big deep breath as if I was coming up for air after I dove deep in the cool rapture of deep blue
I feel released
Free from this moment
Re-newed. . .

Sept. 10/11

Do you know who I am?

Do you know who I am
The life I had the life I’m living?
Do you understand the complexity of who I am?
The odd mannerisms, the strange beliefs?
Have you ever seen me walking down the street
wanting to run up to me and say "hello,"
Or do you say in your head, oh there goes so and so.
Who am I to you?
Am I just another person Who comes and goes in your
Life like the passing weather?
Am I loved or am I hated
Am I just the guy who sits in the corner who watches
Everyone enjoy them selves.
Who am I?
Do you want to take the time and know who I really am?
The shy awkward fellow who writes, who draws, who is a good
Friend to those I care for.
The interesting ideas of life and how it can be lived.
Oh most see me in passing and take what they want and leave.
I am just the fellow who pass some time together
who gave you advice to what you believe
Do you know who I am?
 
Sept 09/11

Scarcastic hangover

Silent aching, deep through the bone, ripping the soul apart by thousand of spiteful thoughts.
Thoughts are working against me.
How to stop this self touture  ?
the endless skipping machine trapped within my head.
I see myself turning into the corner, everything goes into this slow-motion daze.
I see it coming
The crash, the burn, it isn't a pretty thing to see. Almost a haunting image in my head. Struggling to lose
I tauss and scream in my head like that of a madman strapped to a bed.
 
Sept. 5/11

Last call

Turn off the radio and come to bed.
The sunny warm day has come to a end.
The bar tender at the lounge have called last call,
And you have almost drank all your wine.
Really you thought was last call.
The stumbling and falling up the street,
To our place we go.
The  neighbors must think.
Who the hell do they think they are?
It's us to them, or them to us?
We must dance the sullen dance to our bed
It's there we pass out
To the endless world
We dream or blackout.

Sept 4/11

Urban Jungle

The sound of crickets are replaced by the bum
digging through the garbage bin outside in the ally.
Or the screaming of tires in the distance or the cars engine driving by my window like a tiger growling.
Ah the urban wilderness that echoes of new wild life,
The young hipsters yelling about a good time they had with the gal they just fucked.
The hum of neon humming like the birds in flight for nectar.
The night time sky replaced with a orangish glow that masks
The black panther of night and the fireflies that dance
In the thinning twilight.
There the coming of the morning and dew is dew
It's still wet, that never changes.
And the slow rise of that great gaseous ball
Burns my eyes till I dream of the green jungles of my youth.

Aug 24/11

Ten years later from a dream

Waking up to the sound of a train rumbling across from the hotel,
It was sometime in the middle of the night, it was still raining out.
I get up and turn on the light in the bathroom, splash some cold water on my face, I walk out of the room and I look down towards the bed and see the young girl I met at the party under my bed cover resting, I see her cloths all strewn on the floor, I sit down on the corner of the bed and light a cigarette and stair out the window watching the rain coming down. When I came out of the trance I found myself in the cigarette was burnt to the end. I got up and went to the window and staired outside to see what was happening around. I felt these small hands around my body and she whispered in my ear come back to bed. I took her hand and crawled up in the bed. I felt her body press against mine. Warm flesh touching my back. I slowly drift off to sleep. . . 

Aug. 05/11

Life's little wonder

There through the green canopy I watch the sparrows dance and play in the ocean of blue sky.
Chasing each other till they catch each other, like tag your it.
I find a kin to these flight-ful birds
As I was a child playing in the dirt with my friends.
So many happy memories
So much fun
The world holds my wonder
The world is my playground
I am glad I have this moment
To be in love with life
Let it fill your life with the simple joys that you can share with your family and friends

Aug 4/11

It's ok

You don't know how it is
The pain, the hurt
You don't understand that I'm dying inside out
Watching the world dwindle away from my heart
From my eyes
Each step my last
Each word I say is less and less
The smile you bring to my familiar mind
a ghost of the past, of the future
Will you remember the times we had on
The trains
Will you know that I love you
How can I let you go when things are
Coming together
How can I ask you to stay when you should go
Its ok to go dad
It's ok

July 20/11
For Amil Coutu

There Is The Void

There is the void,
Something looking back,
Dancing on the edge,
Twisted and made into something.
What is it?
What do you call something that just
Puts you in a foul state?
You.
what is reason if not understanding
Reason is what escapes us
No answers, no thought, no idea.
This is out there.
In the world that repeats itself over
And over like a skipping record.
There in the void.

July 16/11

In madness there is love

In madness there is love
In love there is madness
That drives the soul to endless delight
The fuels the heart to love with passion
Strength from your smile
Hypnotic are the eyes
Tidal pools that I drown in
In love there is madness

By Connor Coutu

July 11/11

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To me, beyond words

To me, beyond words we discover
We learn how beauty can hurt
That there is a certain pain that
beauty shares.
Listen more than talk
Hear the words and what they mean
Understanding is important
It can mean survival
It can mean a full and rich life
Or a poor empty life
Living misunderstood in a perplexity
Of interactions that lead you to a end
Is a carnival ride that passes in your life
From time to time
To me, everything is a possibility
A chance to make something.
a chance to change. . .

July 7/11


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Location:Wentworth St,Winnipeg,Canada

The night I walked on the moon

The night I walked on the moon
Catching stardust in my eyes
Chasing Jupiter across the milky way
Almost to Orion belt I say
See the distant horizons
That is everywhere and nowhere
That is either up or down.
Lost in space so it seems

June 29/11

It's only for the night

I arrive about sunset; I walked up the ascending streets
Pasting the old buildings towards the old square
I became aware of an extraordinary moment
The music filled every sense, every ounce of my being.
It was peaceful in its melodic rhythms.
It took you away in a sea of dancing souls.
Smiling faces strung out on the bliss of song
And dance.
Bare foot in the grass, hands reaching to the sky
Embraced in the hypnotic trance that
Was sought for by many over the long winter months
The release of the summer from its cold slumber
The sun is down; the light show fills in the sky
And everyone danced with multi-colored lights
Embraced for the moment
Only for the night,
This is tonight . . .
 
June 29/11

Where is the man that walked

Where is the man that walked
With head held high and
His soul on his sleeve?
That held no contempt for the
World that he was in or that he
Was escaping from.
Empty is the gas tank that drove him
Here.
Empty is this reason
Forgotten is what he held dear
What is it that I want?
I don't know,
I don't think anyone knows anymore.
I don't know

June 17/11

The place of thought's

The place of thought's

Places without thought
No idea
The words seem to endlessly
Flow from secret place
I cannot discover.
Thousand of ideas
Ramble, mash, and twist
To form this thought
That pac mans around my
Brain
What is it?
The the shadow that is in the
Hand
The empty promise of the moment
And all we are left with is the
World gone mad
The world got lost and stumbled
Into oblivion . . . And the beat plays on. 

June 16/11

Listen to the rain

Going to stop here for a minute
To listen to the rain
I'm hoping it will wash
All away this pain
Something I wasn't told
I wasn't ready to hear
If this is life I don't want it here
Make me something new
Give me something to believe
A future that isn't there
A present that disappears
Stopping more than a moment
Listening to what you say
Finding something that you don't see everyday
Where will this take me
Uncertain is this trek
But I'm going to stop and listen to the rain . . .

June 13/11




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A cornucopia of ideas

A cornucopia of ideas that mash themselves together
To edge themselves a different way of looking at what
Is normally not what it seems.

June 3/11
 

Listen to me Father Confessor

 
Tell me where it hurts
The deep pain that aches the soul
The feeling deep within
The feeling out of control
Listen to the words
So scared and frightened
Like that of a child in a storm
Hiding under the blanket
Silently waiting for that calm to
Disappear
Crash, Boom, Bang!
The calm interrupted.
There is only the sound of water
Beads pressing against the roof,
The walls and the window outside
My room.
Tell me father will it end?

June 02/11

Question the questions

Bent and twisted is the reality that is layed
out before our generational minds.
We weave into logic this idea that is not our own.
We recycle that which is not ours.
What is original for this empty goliath called life?
This rapture of saving grace,
This tale told by an idiot,
This escape that is in fact work,
No answers, just more questions?
We all are chasing a dream that tries to fill a void
That other things had tried too fill.
We are merely gypsies scattered around the world
Trying to make sense of what we find everyday
In our lives.
We soldier on and find no answers
To what we find or ask.

May 25/11

How beautiful you fuck

How beautiful you fuck
Your eyes staring up at me
The hunger in your passion
How you grip, how you want it
Franticly wanting me inside
Slowly picking you up
Wrapping my arms your blissful
Form.
Sliding down and moving myself in place
Giving my everything to you
Thrusting magnificently with
Your body rhythms
Touching you softly
Being yours
Being what it is you want
Being everything you need
How beautiful
How beautiful you fuck. . .

May 20/11

Rattling around this joint

Catching the beat beat
The one all the kids are talking
About
The soothing idea, the sharp form
That castes this idea, ramblings,
Chasing the street owls that fill our
Hungry back ally's
The diners that house the ticking
Of this bomb of life
And the escape of the American dream
The rise then fall of everything
A ghost of propaganda and it's madman of society
Listen to that old junkie
Scattering truths as a media news
Writer.
It's all secrets
It's all lies
Welcome back to the twilight edge
Of forgotten roads.


May 19/11

This restless tossing of the mind

This restless tossing of the mind
is the rumbling of a sea gone mad
inside me.
No ore or compass to guide me
to a safe unfamiliar harbor
that labors me a ounce of solitude bliss!
my mind is the sea
it stirs. . .

May 18/11

Conscious Of The Sort

And I was conscious of the sort
A sort of daze that captures my gaze
Was it pervaded by the void that is on my face
The sky was blue and had an amazement to it
But that sky leaves an emptiness that a heart feels
This I sometimes thought
This I sometimes feel
It was dark and it was raining
I didn't mind
The warm reality of course woke me
Gone was that ordinary dreamlike dream
Full of love and tenderness


May 11/11

Share me your eyes

Share me your eyes
Let me see the beauty and horrors
Your eyes have seen
Share me your heart so I can understand what
You have felt
Share me a moment to trade ideas
Share me a smile
A beautiful smile that my soul yearns for
Share me
Share me a kiss good night and good morning
As the moon greet us and the sun says good bye
Share me
Share me
Love. . .

Mar 24/11

There the rise of hope

There the rise of hope
Gone in the setting sun
Return to Rome
Return to empty rooms
Silent strangers
Asking you for change
Lost in life wilderness
No hope of being found
Lost
Alone

Mar 14/11

My voice is strong but is unheard

My voice is strong but is unheard
My words are epic but lost in some translation.
Doubt is the evil that invades 
my thoughts
Doubt is what holds the world back.
Life lived in a chemical haze is a forgotten memory that I can feel screaming in the caged of my mind.
I don't identify myself with much these days
I have lost the person I was and now only a stranger looks back at me through the dull cow eyes.
A reflection in the mirror
A reflection of someone you can't recall.
I am sadden by this self loathing and torment
Even if someone liked me or understood me I wouldn't know what to do
I probably just mess things up and alienate myself further from the world I so desperately need and try to identify with.
I say nothing cause what I have to say is pointless
I'm so confused by myself
I'm so alone
I'm alone . . . 

June 18/97

Tease us out of love

Tease us out of love,

As we console the young

lovers thought's

Be fair, be kind,

be as gentle as a breeze

that float's a leaf on the

wind.

Tease us out of thought.

Let us embrace what we

have and what we want.

Tickle our fancy.

Delight our soul. . .

Mar 3/11

Caught up in the grace of your beauty

Caught up in the grace of your beauty
Under a blue sky,
darkening in the east as the sun sets
in rapture thats across the calm waters
of the soul. . .

Forward but backwards

Forward but backwards

I realize that I work in a fake environment.
A environment that preaches forward thinking but looks back for answers
that really can't identify with the people that are hungry for something new.
This environment of hanging on for dear life while someone who was in
love with there job now become bitter and jaded.
We talk about how our soul is hurting from the torment that we call
everyday living.
We say food for thought, but what if the food we take in is junk food?
If we put crappy food like we put crappy knowledge in our bodies and
mind. Won't we produce quality thoughts or idea’s. We fall into the
lulled state that our bodies will fight us on. We are the sloth
generation

Pillow talk

Sometimes I feel your warm breath
On my neck.
It feels like soft kisses
Or my lips buried in an ocean
Of fur and curls
Sometime I just can't tell
This hunger, this lust,
This need to ravage you?
I want your taste to linger
On my lips.
I want it and you
All of you.
Slowly
Hard
Slowly
Now
In you. . .

In like a lion out like a . . .

Some days are a real blow off. I mean nothing goes
right from the first eye opening moment that the day
greet you with,Then this shit (Self analyzing moment, but I digress)
and calls it a good day.
Just rambling out wise ass crack about how the day was
and repeat over and over to yourself, MEH!
Gods its only Monday and I want it to be Friday again.
How do I put such over rated feeling on things (Mass consumerism Mentality)?
I love you I hate you. The world in this moment
can go to hell!
If there was a comic evil spot that I could somehow do somethings
bad and be jailed there.
Reach out for nothing good
take in nothing bad or good.
Walk straight and talk
Don't slouch.
Thank  you world can I have another wag of your disapproving
offer we call life.. . .

What Use Is It To Tell You

What Use Is It To Tell You

What use is it to tell you that I love?

when these words you've surely heard before.

Why is it you that I would open up to you?

When I am me and you are you,

and push has come to shove.

That you would give me any portion of

your heart that I could not in turn restore,

is ludicrous to me, and even more;

since I am just a glimpse of you

can it be enough...

I will stand yearning on the edge of a dream

and wait for a touch you'll never feel

and time is inclined to pass as it alway will.

And it always seems that every longing 

moment is unreal.

If worthiness gave hope of life redeemed,

then I could say the words I now conceal.

2/24/11

The Sky

The sky,
The last salvation that Corporate society haven't gotten a hold of.
The deep blue, the golden rays,
The white fluffy clouds, they change there shape at a whim.
The sky,
Where birds dance, and lovers lay in the tall grass dazzled by by the simplistic time in there life.
We love you in the morning,
We greet you at every waking moment,
We soak up the day and relish the time before you set.
Every inch is savored,
Every golden touch warming the moment.
As you set the horizon dances on fire until it sleeps, and dreams of.
The sky.


Feb. 10/11