Physical Beauty is overrated
The cable needs fixing
Everybody is a whore to someone
Success is the barometer of your soul
Your definition displays your worth
I then declare myself successfully worthless
You do the math
I need some guidance
Carry the 2
A collection of Poems and Short Ramblings This blog is going to serve as a vehicle for publishing past poems, as well as an experiment in writing. I will write one poem per day for a year. I will include the "word of the day" from dictionary.com for that day in each poem, I will do my best.
Monday, November 29, 1999
Wednesday, July 7, 1999
Failure - written after a CSN Concert in Utah 1999
I was in a haze, frantically trying to gain passage
When out of the fog of confusion walked a vision
She was an august sunset
She possessed the natural beauty that made your brain tingle
Blinking was a blatant misuse of resources
That fraction of a second could have been better spent
The night began to operate at half speed
She approached slowly, as if to allow time for preparation
Trying to formulate a sentence was futile,
She had already stolen the breath from my chest
She had a calming aura about her
Her smile excited your heart, but removed your anxiety
Fate had always been an elusive mystery
But here it was, one second away from smacking me in the face
The fog began to dissipate
This was a special moment, a special person
She had swept me off my feet
She was still eleven feet away
The world returned to speed, and my brain began to function
The instant was over, but a new one had begun
I have tried not to think about her every day since
I have failed.
When out of the fog of confusion walked a vision
She was an august sunset
She possessed the natural beauty that made your brain tingle
Blinking was a blatant misuse of resources
That fraction of a second could have been better spent
The night began to operate at half speed
She approached slowly, as if to allow time for preparation
Trying to formulate a sentence was futile,
She had already stolen the breath from my chest
She had a calming aura about her
Her smile excited your heart, but removed your anxiety
Fate had always been an elusive mystery
But here it was, one second away from smacking me in the face
The fog began to dissipate
This was a special moment, a special person
She had swept me off my feet
She was still eleven feet away
The world returned to speed, and my brain began to function
The instant was over, but a new one had begun
I have tried not to think about her every day since
I have failed.
Sunday, June 6, 1999
Mr. L Unknown Date
REFER TO EVERYONE AS DONALD
LOVE UNCONDITIONALLY BUT ONLY IN THE RIGHT CIRCUMSTANCES
KILL THE LARGEST CREATURE YOU FEEL COMFORTABLE WITH
RUNFAST, BUT ALWAYS LEAVE ROOM TO STOP
HUG SOFTLY BUT WITH MEANING
THROW SNOWBALLS ALL YEAR LONG, YOU FIGURE IT OUT
RUB LOTION IN ALL THE WRONG PLACES
STAY AWAY FROM THINGS THAT SUCK
HOLD YOUR FAITH STRONG
QUESTION EVERYTHING THAT IS NOT CONCRETE
LEARN FROM THE MISTAKES OF SONGWRITERS
FIND OUT WHERE YOUR BOSS LIVES
CUT GRASS
SMOKE LAWNS
RAKE EYES
COMPLIMENT LEAVES
NEVER TRUST A PERSON WITH THEIR HANDS IN YOUR PANTS
KEEP SOME THINGS SACRED, LIKE PEANUT BUTTER
LET THEM CATCH YOU
FREEWILL
ANGER IS A GIFT!
LOVE UNCONDITIONALLY BUT ONLY IN THE RIGHT CIRCUMSTANCES
KILL THE LARGEST CREATURE YOU FEEL COMFORTABLE WITH
RUNFAST, BUT ALWAYS LEAVE ROOM TO STOP
HUG SOFTLY BUT WITH MEANING
THROW SNOWBALLS ALL YEAR LONG, YOU FIGURE IT OUT
RUB LOTION IN ALL THE WRONG PLACES
STAY AWAY FROM THINGS THAT SUCK
HOLD YOUR FAITH STRONG
QUESTION EVERYTHING THAT IS NOT CONCRETE
LEARN FROM THE MISTAKES OF SONGWRITERS
FIND OUT WHERE YOUR BOSS LIVES
CUT GRASS
SMOKE LAWNS
RAKE EYES
COMPLIMENT LEAVES
NEVER TRUST A PERSON WITH THEIR HANDS IN YOUR PANTS
KEEP SOME THINGS SACRED, LIKE PEANUT BUTTER
LET THEM CATCH YOU
FREEWILL
ANGER IS A GIFT!
Friday, May 14, 1999
Chasing The Sun 5/14/1999
Chasing The Sun
Deciphering magic from fact, the young man realizes responsibility.
Time spent yearning for understanding,
Once achieved it is tough to be free
The days of waking up and looking down to see pajamas with feet are long gone
Does everyone have an angle?
Skepticism and accountability will make you miss your 20’s
Christmas is another savings account,
Much of life is lost due to money and its worries.
Work less.
Suffering starts from the day you are born,
Life really isn’t that bad.
The grass isn’t always greener over there.
Adapt.
Compassion is the ability to feel others pain.
Find love, for the right reasons
Be thankful.
Achieve, accomplish, make mistakes.
Be her friend
Write Poetry
Deciphering magic from fact, the young man realizes responsibility.
Time spent yearning for understanding,
Once achieved it is tough to be free
The days of waking up and looking down to see pajamas with feet are long gone
Does everyone have an angle?
Skepticism and accountability will make you miss your 20’s
Christmas is another savings account,
Much of life is lost due to money and its worries.
Work less.
Suffering starts from the day you are born,
Life really isn’t that bad.
The grass isn’t always greener over there.
Adapt.
Compassion is the ability to feel others pain.
Find love, for the right reasons
Be thankful.
Achieve, accomplish, make mistakes.
Be her friend
Write Poetry
Thursday, April 29, 1999
Alternative Bathroom 4/29/1999
Realizing your pissing in your own closet is no fun.
Realizing you are too drunk to do anything about it is worse.
Realizing if you aim to the left you will be micterating upon your roommates clothes helps ease the anxiety.
.............Aiming left.
Now you can go back to bed,
Thank god for roommates.
Realizing you are too drunk to do anything about it is worse.
Realizing if you aim to the left you will be micterating upon your roommates clothes helps ease the anxiety.
.............Aiming left.
Now you can go back to bed,
Thank god for roommates.
Monday, March 29, 1999
JFK 3/29/1999
Boredom!
I am experiencing the definition of
Anyone here have a knife?
This is ludicrous
Is that spelled with a t?
What a strange word
kinda like “slacks”
My dad had lots of slacks
My dad is a cool guy
He used to take us to his shop and give us mountain dews
They always tasted better at his shop
I am not sure why
I will always remember the taste of those special mountain dews
I love you dad.
Written at an extremely boring meeting in Seattle.
I am experiencing the definition of
Anyone here have a knife?
This is ludicrous
Is that spelled with a t?
What a strange word
kinda like “slacks”
My dad had lots of slacks
My dad is a cool guy
He used to take us to his shop and give us mountain dews
They always tasted better at his shop
I am not sure why
I will always remember the taste of those special mountain dews
I love you dad.
Written at an extremely boring meeting in Seattle.
Thursday, February 4, 1999
Poem #2 Seoul Korea 2/4/1999
I think therefore.......
I don’t want to think, I want to feel.
Emotions abound,
Just not in my tree.
I hang around wishing for the wind to make the leaves move,
dry my armpit.
Not a bad day to be a monkey.
I don’t want to think, I want to feel.
Emotions abound,
Just not in my tree.
I hang around wishing for the wind to make the leaves move,
dry my armpit.
Not a bad day to be a monkey.
Ins, Outs, What Have Yous -Written in orange county airport 2-4-99
Women, Men, No Smoking.
The Pavilion Pub lies cool under soft green neon
“Lounge”
Dormitory boredom, back aches, self pity.
I may never wake up in a good mood again.
Ants with out purpose, attitudes differ, confusion
Escape.
Fuck it.
The Pavilion Pub lies cool under soft green neon
“Lounge”
Dormitory boredom, back aches, self pity.
I may never wake up in a good mood again.
Ants with out purpose, attitudes differ, confusion
Escape.
Fuck it.
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