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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

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Social (IMHO)

Posted in art, artist, creative, creative writing, original poem, original poems, original poetry, poem, poems, poet, poetry, writer, writing with tags , on April 27, 2015 by unsensible

Tell me all about the life I haven’t led yet
Easter eggs and spoilers to movies never made
150 by 150 raises more questions than safe bets
Rendered in 600 by 600 resolutions to get laid

A million permutations to your so deep conversations
9000 bad intentions have more attention than your songs
100 million electric monks in worldwide frustrations
Where moral fags and flaming trolls still wonder what went wrong

OMGLMAO cuz WTF went wrong

What a Piece of Work

Posted in creative, creative writer, creative writing, lonlieness, original poem, original poems, original poetry, poem, poems, poet, poetry, portrait, Uncategorized, writer, writing with tags , , , , , on March 26, 2015 by unsensible

Consider this the basis of your daily affirmation
Acceptance and endorsement for excessive masturbation
Inalienable permission to drift sidelong into traffic
On opiates, and delusions, and a constant buzzing laugh track
Be utterly assured of your festering uncertainty
Of healthy suspicion and apoplectic insecurity.

Man, what a piece of work we are
Infinite in rocky reasoning espoused in shady bars
Expressed in the universal belching of frustration
Devolving deniability and lusty admiration

How like an Angel, flightless, drunk, and apprehensive
An ersatz son of God comes home when drinks get too expensive

A Coward’s Cadence (Keep Emergency Exits Clear at All Times)

Posted in art, artist, creative, creative writer, creative writing, creativity, lonlieness, original, original poem, original poems, original poetry, poem, poet, poetry, Uncategorized, writer, writing with tags , , , , , on March 14, 2015 by unsensible

I’ll fall into you,
if you want me to
make your breath the atmosphere of that moment of my time

But I’ve got your back (while I’ve got mine)
With fine schema of all the fire
escapes, steel doors, and emergency signs

In an age when nations, loves, and creditors boldly
Draw retroactive boundaries squarely behind me
In practical, unemotional Maginot Lines

Marching backwards, hold your arms out and I’ll show you mine
Bearing firearms overheated in the fullness of time
May you and god forgive me my shamelessness of candor
if I insist cowardice is the finer part of valor

Creature comforts

Posted in artsy, creative, creative writer, creative writing, creativity, morning, original, original poem, original poems, original poetry, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poetry of the day, poets, winter, writer, writing on February 9, 2015 by unsensible

At 8:07 AM on a weekday, nothing is funny.

“Good morning,” sticks in the throat like cold paste oatmeal.
Baleful necessity when faced with February’s frontal assault.
I shudder at your questions about my weekend.
Grit my teeth teetering through a breezy response.

But for the sake of our collective dignity:
Please do not try to be funny.

I’ll share your fluorescent fire.
Be appropriately grateful for the drop ceiling shelter.
For all humanity, let’s not pretend being here is our “first choice”.
Not even on a better day
When the sun rises before me
To start the coffee maker and heat the oven for cinnamon rolls

I choke on secondary embarrassment.

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

Room full of liars

Posted in art, artsy, creative, creative writer, creative writing, creativity, original, original poem, original poetry, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poetry of the day, poets, Uncategorized, writer, writing on January 24, 2015 by unsensible

You go first
I’ve got nothing
Play “he said/she said”
But he said it more

Party C and Value X
Plead the variable of Y
The “Why, oh why” of sweet human nature
Poison in the zephyr of the entropic sea

When he came back from the desert
He had lost the art of speaking
So we had to lean in closer
Pretending to hear

“Honesty is the only policy.”
If only we had more choices
Policies become corrupt in the name of civil service