Edgar Allen Poe
Franz Kafka
William Faulkner
David Kirby
William Shakespeare
John Keats
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Ralph Waldo Emerson
T.S. Eliot
And others, I'm impressionable.
Monday, October 29, 2012
Breakdown
I am the failure.
The words of the wise once said to break the depression, you must kill the apathy with action.
I try to do. Is that my downfall? Try?
My horrible hands stained with the filth of failure;
A constant reminder of my inability.
I have nothing to show,
Nothing to leave but dirt covered relations.
How did I turn into this sappy looser?
What did I do? What didn't I do?
I feel I know the answer, but I don't wish to say.
The words of the wise once said to break the depression, you must kill the apathy with action.
I try to do. Is that my downfall? Try?
My horrible hands stained with the filth of failure;
A constant reminder of my inability.
I have nothing to show,
Nothing to leave but dirt covered relations.
How did I turn into this sappy looser?
What did I do? What didn't I do?
I feel I know the answer, but I don't wish to say.
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Mong-ewish Wedding
A half Mongol and half Jewish wedding is the most interesting and exciting,
Except no single women at all.
Makes sense, all the cute and hot Jewish women are chosen first and quickly.
And no Mongolians to show off my language skills to
Other than the bewildered and confused bride.
Weddings are exhausting to all involved-- planning, catering, traveling, driving, eating, dancing, all of the above for some.
The finale of the disco-tech dance circle makes us the popular among the middle aged woman,
and the jealous, control freak boyfriend of the drunk girl who just wants to dance.
It's one of the few cards I was given by the God above,
One of my heavenly gifts--awkward dancing.
Use what you got, and see what you catch.
Dream big though; no low expectations.
Except no single women at all.
Makes sense, all the cute and hot Jewish women are chosen first and quickly.
And no Mongolians to show off my language skills to
Other than the bewildered and confused bride.
Weddings are exhausting to all involved-- planning, catering, traveling, driving, eating, dancing, all of the above for some.
The finale of the disco-tech dance circle makes us the popular among the middle aged woman,
and the jealous, control freak boyfriend of the drunk girl who just wants to dance.
It's one of the few cards I was given by the God above,
One of my heavenly gifts--awkward dancing.
Use what you got, and see what you catch.
Dream big though; no low expectations.
Poem on Oct. 20th
How to create an enlightened society
is one of those subjects that you don't expect the correct answer.
As the mind fuck film genre's finale, so is the path to enlightenment.
What more can I write when I am not versed in the subject,
All because I received a BA in BS.
I must say something, even if if makes my intelectual appearance seem
Uneducated and dumb. (Don't blame me, it's how I was raised).
Poetry is one of those subjects that I am not well versed in.
Sure, I read and write once every Blue Moon,
But that makes me no poet, not a creator (although my creations wonder why they exist, as the creature of the lady Shelly did).
The time of self loathing is upon us.
It's the way the river of style and culture flow.
And rivers don't lie.
They are harshly truthful and seriously critical.
How would one survive? The current just pulls you away.
Adios.
is one of those subjects that you don't expect the correct answer.
As the mind fuck film genre's finale, so is the path to enlightenment.
What more can I write when I am not versed in the subject,
All because I received a BA in BS.
I must say something, even if if makes my intelectual appearance seem
Uneducated and dumb. (Don't blame me, it's how I was raised).
Poetry is one of those subjects that I am not well versed in.
Sure, I read and write once every Blue Moon,
But that makes me no poet, not a creator (although my creations wonder why they exist, as the creature of the lady Shelly did).
The time of self loathing is upon us.
It's the way the river of style and culture flow.
And rivers don't lie.
They are harshly truthful and seriously critical.
How would one survive? The current just pulls you away.
Adios.
On Traveling: Road Trips with Ger 13
You're exhausted always, even before you leave the starting point.
Making inside jokes to remember why or how you began the friendships with the others,
And stoping to pee at abandoned fuel stations.
Look up at the sky while you pee, it makes the experience much more rewarding.
Nervously clenching the wheel, fiddling with the cruise control;
Why not just drive in the middle to increase the nervousness of others.
"I'm fine" you say to calm others as well as yourself, but they know just as well as you.
Nothing wrong about those thoughts, that's why we have Grand Theft Auto.
Sleeping is more difficult than trying to stay awake during your driving shift
(At least Bob knows to stop when he can't go anymore).
Do you rest your head on the window, straining your neck while your head
Keeps slipping into the crevice between the seat and window
With a thud and bruise to follow each time the car swerves.
Or perhaps curl up into a human ball on the seat
By removing your belt and risking your neck.
The next 12 hours are brutal and damaging to the body and psyche,
As well as your sense of humor.
Making inside jokes to remember why or how you began the friendships with the others,
And stoping to pee at abandoned fuel stations.
Look up at the sky while you pee, it makes the experience much more rewarding.
Nervously clenching the wheel, fiddling with the cruise control;
Why not just drive in the middle to increase the nervousness of others.
"I'm fine" you say to calm others as well as yourself, but they know just as well as you.
Nothing wrong about those thoughts, that's why we have Grand Theft Auto.
Sleeping is more difficult than trying to stay awake during your driving shift
(At least Bob knows to stop when he can't go anymore).
Do you rest your head on the window, straining your neck while your head
Keeps slipping into the crevice between the seat and window
With a thud and bruise to follow each time the car swerves.
Or perhaps curl up into a human ball on the seat
By removing your belt and risking your neck.
The next 12 hours are brutal and damaging to the body and psyche,
As well as your sense of humor.
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Thoughts of the Grandfather
One of the last things he said to me was,
"I can feel the reaping a coming".
I knew the end was nigh.
He would never be the same, hasn't for two decades,
Always changing.
But since he's been empty, other than blue feelings,
he's been gone. The Green Eyes to him must feel like
Using a pencil after a long gap of ink pen substitutes to me.
Well, all I've been able to do is say wrong words
and host poor timing. Seems as though I have much to learn still.
"I can feel the reaping a coming".
I knew the end was nigh.
He would never be the same, hasn't for two decades,
Always changing.
But since he's been empty, other than blue feelings,
he's been gone. The Green Eyes to him must feel like
Using a pencil after a long gap of ink pen substitutes to me.
Well, all I've been able to do is say wrong words
and host poor timing. Seems as though I have much to learn still.
Limerick
Tick tock, tick tock
goes the Grandfather clock.
The pendulum swings,
my mind sings,
about my emotional lock.
goes the Grandfather clock.
The pendulum swings,
my mind sings,
about my emotional lock.
Friday, October 12, 2012
Poem for Oct. 12, 2012
The longer I go without achieving a goal, the more apathetic my soul becomes,
and the deeper I fall into the abyss of my childhood's rearing home.
The words of my favorite dead grandfather ring through my ears only when I
turn my thoughts to him, (the rest of the day is filled with quiet rooms and empty thoughts).
Maybe someone will injure them self at the ole watering hole so I might be able to use my
skills of healing. Can you hold my head granddad? my neck is tired.
There is very little for me here, yet I continue to stay and involuntarily wane my bank account;
I don't even have my own home or automobile to help with that. It still occurs,
so does the trip to the plateau of old country friends and giants; that will cause financial depreciation.
I've used up my whore usages, over drafted actually, by two. Frankly, one is too many times and should be punished by shunning. What happens after two? Death or grave secrete? I've
learnt to be more open book since returned, but maybe others don't want or need to know.
The girl who I adore, and left abruptly with a possible promise of a future, drifts in and out of my mind, as waves to the shore. The biggest waves are the most damaging. I broke something of hers
and I don't know how to mend it. I've never been a skilled craftsman, or couth, or timely with the female side of this world (I was told there is no gender in heaven).
Maybe she resent me, or others like me,
Maybe she's going through her own depression,
Or maybe I'm alone.
I may be poor in many aspects, but at least I look good in a new suit (shallow me).
and the deeper I fall into the abyss of my childhood's rearing home.
The words of my favorite dead grandfather ring through my ears only when I
turn my thoughts to him, (the rest of the day is filled with quiet rooms and empty thoughts).
Maybe someone will injure them self at the ole watering hole so I might be able to use my
skills of healing. Can you hold my head granddad? my neck is tired.
There is very little for me here, yet I continue to stay and involuntarily wane my bank account;
I don't even have my own home or automobile to help with that. It still occurs,
so does the trip to the plateau of old country friends and giants; that will cause financial depreciation.
I've used up my whore usages, over drafted actually, by two. Frankly, one is too many times and should be punished by shunning. What happens after two? Death or grave secrete? I've
learnt to be more open book since returned, but maybe others don't want or need to know.
The girl who I adore, and left abruptly with a possible promise of a future, drifts in and out of my mind, as waves to the shore. The biggest waves are the most damaging. I broke something of hers
and I don't know how to mend it. I've never been a skilled craftsman, or couth, or timely with the female side of this world (I was told there is no gender in heaven).
Maybe she resent me, or others like me,
Maybe she's going through her own depression,
Or maybe I'm alone.
I may be poor in many aspects, but at least I look good in a new suit (shallow me).
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