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Beatitudes for all my friends

Posted in art, artist, artsy, creative, creative writer, creative writing, creativity, dream, friends, original, original poem, original poems, original poetry, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poetry of the day, poets, portrait, short story, Uncategorized, writer, writing with tags , , , on May 18, 2015 by unsensible

Itinerant dreamers and hopeless bastards —
Would-be, part-time heroes and recreational junkies
Apparitional screamers and unabashed mashers
Button mashing, pleasure center, delectation monkeys

Bliss huffing ciphers of porno panaceas
Buttons up and zippers down, zippos aloft we hail you
Beautitudinal fevered hosts of all-night pizzerias
Angel dust and candy rolls, nothing to gain nothing to do

Prognosticating paramour come fuck me into nullity
Reflective pools within your eyes a functional nonentity
You were right, and they were right, may Holy Smoke objure us
Daylight doesn’t follow night and their kind can’t endure us

Communion then with the holy voids then let clouds of obscure us

A few guidelines

Posted in art, artsy, creative, creative writer, creative writing, creativity, dream, original, original poem, original poems, original poetry, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poetry of the day, poets, think, writer, writing with tags on February 8, 2015 by unsensible

Don’t trust people
Who don’t like cats
Don’t read books
Who do what their told
Who believe what they think

Without question

Life is a mystery
Mystery is nothing without questions

Can’t Wait (to late)

Posted in art, artist, artsy, creative, creative writer, creative writing, creativity, dream, fall, friends, original, original poem, original poems, original poetry, originality, peace, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poetry of the day, poets, suicide, think, writer, writing on September 11, 2014 by unsensible

He didn’t have time for new friends
He didn’t have time for the friends he had

He didn’t have time to talk
To think
To dream
For music, work, sex, or future

Like a religious ascetic on a serpentine esker
Casting wishes off like little stones
Glittering in the sunset
Tumbling and receding

To put it all behind him
To make the end of the ridge
To collapse without comment, thought, of fantasy
He couldn’t wait for peace

He couldn’t wait to fall