Looks for a place in the world
Brother sock is gone.
Friday, March 7, 2014
Will I be
Take another drag of life in a cigarette
and dream
I've felt a burning fever all my life
And if I stop to breathe I suffocate
Ageless in wrinkled Time
Eaten Alive.
In a climate
run rampant with obscenity we cannot do
What the beats did and break a mold of etiquette
Where there now is none.
Yet to return to manners completely would be
A blaspheme of Kerouac and of Ginsberg and
Especially Carr.
Their war, the second of the world
Second only to the world
Their war, their words tearing up
Nash and these real enemies, because
"The Fascists are HERE!"
in their structures we die
Untuck your shirt and
Save my life.
Their war, the second of the world
Second only to the world
Their war, their words tearing up
Nash and these real enemies, because
"The Fascists are HERE!"
in their structures we die
Untuck your shirt and
Save my life.
So where to, in this madness obscene jungle
Utterly the same?
Nothing seems capable of shocking any more,
So I will jab at light sockets until it jars us awake
Different people come in and
Replace the same, drop a bomb
Drop a name
Yet all are perpetually offended by any offhand thing,
A manic society of hypocritical imps
Who don't deserve a last hurrah.
Locked in school shackles I am determined not to be
And to live rather than to already be dead, or die instantly.
Wrath shakes the page
Shouldn't stir us awake
Break the spine
Break the circle
Break my heart
As long as you make it a good one.
Thursday, March 6, 2014
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
Ce n'est pas un poème.
I am the disruption
Break the chain love
Tied in knots like
We don't care.
We do.
Sees it in your eyes
And on your tongue
Wants to taste it, know
Where you're from and
What you're going to
Break me if that's the case
It has happened and I know
It will happen again
But I will be carried away with you
If we both so desire
We sense it and we know
But fear to speak it for
Rejection or
Lack of a better word.
So adrift are we that
Wait for moments that never come
This is why we must break the chain
Ourselves and make fools instead
Because it is better than not knowing
A missed opportunity
Do not waste
Time and pick ye rosebuds
Before they wilt and whither away
Like so many hopes and grandiose
dreams of mine
Lines gone by like dust and sand
Against the grains
I am the wind yet
Someone must ground me
The earth that I love
Will push back and say
"Why why why"
Why does anyone do anything?
Because I love.
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
B R E A K T H E C H A I N L O V E
Humanity
needs a new
Movement.
The organized chaos of us all
is unfolding before you
In theory and in practice
The writing at present
Does not reflect this
To my knowledge
Cheap thrills,
Primadonna detective stories
Pretending to be new
Strangle me with knowledge
Falsified and tarnished
Fucked over and up up away
Hang glide
Tailspin
Remind me why we're alive
I see it all clear as the glass
That severs our spine
Collage this life and make it
Something like before all the shades
Dying and coming back in the light
That is now and let us make something new
From all the old things that torture our souls
And beg for us to come back.
Nothing is real and our minds are everything
Existence is ours and ours alone
The universe projects our lifes and our deaths
All at once and I see everything
That ever is and was
In that lonesome cry that opens up the night
And I am a god in my own mind
God of this revolution that I have not yet seen
Happen and it may be nothing and perhaps
This time is of no significance.
But all times are of significance and I can see
Something wonderful happening even if
No one else can
And I love it because it's
Exactly what I wanted to say and if no one
Else ever cares then who cares
Because this is all I need
We beg for it to come back
But instead we've brought it here
And it is us all and now
We make it all and build and carve
Our names into trees that we'll never see
Drunk crash talk and
Coffee cigarette ash veins
That clog the day and make everything
f r e e
I ripped out all the pages like he said
And I found myself none the wiser
For even as a rebellion it was still
Just following the orders of another
So make it all
y o u r s
Every time is exciting if you want it to be and you
Open your eyes and your mind to it
Your heart will open too and bleed but it's alright
That's what living is for anyway.
Thus let us open the dam Lose your mind
Flood the gates with this madness fiction reality
Where all these favourites these times have mixed Now
Let this religion that is science
Lead us to yet another
New Vision, the Beat goes on
And the Beats go on Another unabashed circle
Ready to rape morality
Suffocating us to allow for a
Desperately needed
And unexpected yet planned
Rebirth.
needs a new
Movement.
The organized chaos of us all
is unfolding before you
In theory and in practice
The writing at present
Does not reflect this
To my knowledge
Cheap thrills,
Primadonna detective stories
Pretending to be new
Strangle me with knowledge
Falsified and tarnished
Fucked over and up up away
Hang glide
Tailspin
Remind me why we're alive
I see it all clear as the glass
That severs our spine
Collage this life and make it
Something like before all the shades
Dying and coming back in the light
That is now and let us make something new
From all the old things that torture our souls
And beg for us to come back.
Nothing is real and our minds are everything
Existence is ours and ours alone
The universe projects our lifes and our deaths
All at once and I see everything
That ever is and was
In that lonesome cry that opens up the night
And I am a god in my own mind
God of this revolution that I have not yet seen
Happen and it may be nothing and perhaps
This time is of no significance.
But all times are of significance and I can see
Something wonderful happening even if
No one else can
And I love it because it's
Exactly what I wanted to say and if no one
Else ever cares then who cares
Because this is all I need
We beg for it to come back
But instead we've brought it here
And it is us all and now
We make it all and build and carve
Our names into trees that we'll never see
Drunk crash talk and
Coffee cigarette ash veins
That clog the day and make everything
f r e e
I ripped out all the pages like he said
And I found myself none the wiser
For even as a rebellion it was still
Just following the orders of another
So make it all
y o u r s
Every time is exciting if you want it to be and you
Open your eyes and your mind to it
Your heart will open too and bleed but it's alright
That's what living is for anyway.
Thus let us open the dam Lose your mind
Flood the gates with this madness fiction reality
Where all these favourites these times have mixed Now
Let this religion that is science
Lead us to yet another
New Vision, the Beat goes on
And the Beats go on Another unabashed circle
Ready to rape morality
Suffocating us to allow for a
Desperately needed
And unexpected yet planned
Rebirth.
Monday, March 3, 2014
Oh hell,
We are the cushioned generation
Unaware of our surroundings past the pillows
One feather poking out of place
And we're history.
If we learn through suffering,
Middle Class America
Has learned nothing.
My father was one of seven,
With that much family you get by
Ate canned tuna for a year
As he worked through college.
My mother was the oldest, like myself,
But she also had to play
Head of house
As her mother played breadwinner
And her father played drinking games.
And I sit at a desk,
Lazily attempting work,
Having faced no challenges
No trials nor tribulations
To speak of.
And I have learned many things,
But still I have learned nothing.
To live you must suffer
As much as you succeed
And I have done neither.
I seek out adventure,
Some kind of mystery,
A revolution,
Anything at all
To break the dull monotony
It is all the same,
And after a while
It wreaks of suburbia
And I cannot abide this.
I want to change,
Be part of a movement,
Leave some sort of scar
Of why I was even here.
We are the generation
That does not try
To come up with ideas
Because we think everything
Has already been done.
How can you be different
When everyone is different
We whine to our captors
Ourselves
We build our own fences
The white picket ones
We abhor
And as every day
Looks the same
As every face
Blurs into the next
I crave hardship
In some way or other
That will test me
And teach me
I want to help
To improve
Something
Anything
Help
Me.
Another listless cry amoungst a sea of cowards,
Rambles on as I hum drum drum
And type away on milky background
Drowning in imagined ink and
Self pity.
This is not what we were meant to be
And you have to fight it
You must avoid this fate
At all costs,
Otherwise
It will
Become
You.
Every generation is lost
in their own way.
We are the
Frankengeneration.
We must be.
We created the very Monster we abhor
And do not teach it,
Only run.
Fight the signs and do not flee
No matter what the horror
Feel the pain you fear
Experience wholeheartedly,
Even if it is broken-heartedly,
Because indifference is a fate
Worse than death.
Comfortable
Is Death.
Break the mould
And spring from this concrete jungle
pathetic mess
Where everyone is too scared
to say what they mean
to step on toes
to fight the good fight
Or any at all
To live
Before you die
War is not even the same,
And revolutions are happening
All the time
But not here.
Freedom is an illusion
Security as well
But we pretend
These are the most
Important Things
Of All.
So I will cut through it all
Like a rag tag mess
Of a surgeon
And pray that I do crash
Because after all,
What's it all about
If not for the thrill?
As long as I take some
Obligatory house wives
And model citizens
Out with me.
We die every day that
We do not live,
And I've been dying
All my life now.
So let's get living.
But when you do go out,
I'm tellin you right now,
If nothing else, you gotta
Give 'em hell, kid.
Unaware of our surroundings past the pillows
One feather poking out of place
And we're history.
If we learn through suffering,
Middle Class America
Has learned nothing.
My father was one of seven,
With that much family you get by
Ate canned tuna for a year
As he worked through college.
My mother was the oldest, like myself,
But she also had to play
Head of house
As her mother played breadwinner
And her father played drinking games.
And I sit at a desk,
Lazily attempting work,
Having faced no challenges
No trials nor tribulations
To speak of.
And I have learned many things,
But still I have learned nothing.
To live you must suffer
As much as you succeed
And I have done neither.
I seek out adventure,
Some kind of mystery,
A revolution,
Anything at all
To break the dull monotony
It is all the same,
And after a while
It wreaks of suburbia
And I cannot abide this.
I want to change,
Be part of a movement,
Leave some sort of scar
Of why I was even here.
We are the generation
That does not try
To come up with ideas
Because we think everything
Has already been done.
How can you be different
When everyone is different
We whine to our captors
Ourselves
We build our own fences
The white picket ones
We abhor
And as every day
Looks the same
As every face
Blurs into the next
I crave hardship
In some way or other
That will test me
And teach me
I want to help
To improve
Something
Anything
Help
Me.
Another listless cry amoungst a sea of cowards,
Rambles on as I hum drum drum
And type away on milky background
Drowning in imagined ink and
Self pity.
This is not what we were meant to be
And you have to fight it
You must avoid this fate
At all costs,
Otherwise
It will
Become
You.
Every generation is lost
in their own way.
We are the
Frankengeneration.
We must be.
We created the very Monster we abhor
And do not teach it,
Only run.
Fight the signs and do not flee
No matter what the horror
Feel the pain you fear
Experience wholeheartedly,
Even if it is broken-heartedly,
Because indifference is a fate
Worse than death.
Comfortable
Is Death.
Break the mould
And spring from this concrete jungle
pathetic mess
Where everyone is too scared
to say what they mean
to step on toes
to fight the good fight
Or any at all
To live
Before you die
War is not even the same,
And revolutions are happening
All the time
But not here.
Freedom is an illusion
Security as well
But we pretend
These are the most
Important Things
Of All.
So I will cut through it all
Like a rag tag mess
Of a surgeon
And pray that I do crash
Because after all,
What's it all about
If not for the thrill?
As long as I take some
Obligatory house wives
And model citizens
Out with me.
We die every day that
We do not live,
And I've been dying
All my life now.
So let's get living.
But when you do go out,
I'm tellin you right now,
If nothing else, you gotta
Give 'em hell, kid.
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