Monday, October 31, 2011
Hard to Choose
crazy nights
Chasing Butterflies
Dancing in the air
Laughter follows
Let’s give merry chase
Monarch kings
With wings so fair
Laughter follows
Let’s give merry chase
Rainbow colorings
Streaking past our hair
Laughter follows
Let’s give merry chase
The Story of Todd Burtle
But please, don’t call him turtle
In fact, he’s quite fast
He’s never been last
So who is Todd Burtle?
Grew up on a farm that was fertile
Tomatoes and pumpkins, oh he had a blast
He loves to remember the past
How great is Todd Burtle?
Why, he invented the girdle
He jokingly says whenever he’s asked
But I get the feeling his knowledge is vast
Let’s wave goodbye to Todd Burtle
As he jumps on his boat clearing the hurdle
Turning around as the boat-line is cast
And waving right back, as he holds onto the mast
Busy Busy
Taste Buds
Boom!
Rewind
Big Mac!
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Disney's Kind of Food
And bunch of little Goofies
Just one Mc Donalds.
Friday, October 28, 2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Like A Movie
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Next order
You are nothing of what you said
Naive
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Darkness
The room goes black
all becomes silent
excitement takes over
the uproar begins
dark figures glide
across the stage
louder they become
knowing the time is near
the guitar screams
and the spotlight comes on
they can’t control themselves
they begin to sing along
Life of a Shoe Heel
I support you and I care about your well being.
I protect you from hurt, harm, danger and disease.
But everyday, you disrespect me.
Carelessly using me to your advantage
Never taking the time to care for me like I care for you
I'm wearing thin now, and I dont know how much longer I will be around
I have a big hole in my sole, that bears your initials
You leave me torn.
Sad Realities
waiting to hear my name.
There are older women sitting,
and they are doing the same.
These women,
Tired and sick, sick and tired
Of our corrupt system
Telling them lies
Of freedom- of better lives.
They sit and they smile
to their oppressor's despise.
And one by one, they are called
These sick and tired, tired and sick women
Just happy to hear their name
Stand up and walk to the counter, proud
Who are they to blame?
They are here for their medicine,
Their small solution
To the problems they have to live with and face
Everyday.
They didn't chose this life.
They did their part. They worked hard.
The pharmacist asks for their insurance card.
Then hands it back to them, one by one and says:
Ma'am your insurance doesnt cover these meds &
Ma'am you're total is $402
I don't have any money or insulin, they say.
I don't know what to do.
And so these women,
tireder and sicker, sicker and tireder.
Return to their chair
With no hope, or despair.
Parking Garage Stairwell
Santa's undead slaves
He comes around just once a year
near the end when winter is here
barging into everyone’s house
presents he leaves, he’s quiet as a mouse
but no one knows the truth for sure
for each gift he leaves an item he stores
in his second sack he takes to his wife
and for the elves, in return for their life
as laborers and toy building slaves
after he rescued them from their dark, cold graves
and took them to this new freezing place
the north pole where they are the majority race
an uprising will begin sometime this year
and Santa Claus shall live in fear
Bravo!
Size 13"
The World for a Girl
Monday, October 24, 2011
Woahh Buddy!
Bring me back
Blindfolded
Coke Addiction
Explosion
Friday, October 21, 2011
Summer Nights
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Rum
Mirage in the Desert
An End
The pain that you are feeling
I rather just twist ‘till you shatter
The pieces of you, ground into dust
Why should it matter
The tears that you are shedding
I rather just crush ‘till more splatter
The pieces of you, evaporating into dust
Why should it matter
The blood that you are spilling
I rather just slice ‘till there’s spatter
The pieces of you, fading into dust
Existential
It gets harder to breathe
It almost feels crushing
This senseless existence
Am I just alive
To eventually die?
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
That's MINE
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Let me fall
In the morning you and me
Happy
Powerless
german Tourists
making their way down ocean drive
a family in a new world for the first time
crowded and congested
lost and enraged
searching for a meal
harassed by every hostess
locals begin to laugh
as the strange group passes by
the german tourists
wearing crocs with socks
the guy you hate
What’s happening all my friendly friends,
I’m back in town
I’m here again
I came to visit everyone
I brought some toys
let’s have some fun
Let’s laugh and have a grand old time
I’ll buy the beers
with this card of mine
It’s a company card, as you can see
they pay me well
for what I be
I came a long way to see you all
let’s all get drunk
and have a ball
We’ll dance to “be my lover” by la bouche
I’m your worst nightmare
the neighborhood douche
Agony!
Doubts
Monday, October 17, 2011
Crew
The Boys Are Back
Good Morning
Feeling kind of blue
I couldn't stop yawning
I didn't know what to do!
I feel around blindly
In search of my glasses
I touch something slimy
That smells of asses!
Still unable to see
I examine the substance
And to my great surprise
I determine it's disgustance
The stinky mass robbed my morning's cheer
I cant get it out of my head.
I find my glasses and I'm able to make it clear
My dog has shitted in the bed!
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Remember
All-Nighter
It Went Great Until...
Friday, October 14, 2011
out of my hands
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Platonic
Arguement with Mom
This I know is true.
I may be young, so I'm told
but what is it to you?
You, old like an antique
Smelling of outdated perfume
Me, fine in physique
Stares when I enter the room
Cobwebs fill your love below
Like a wretched shack beaten and crippled
Mine is fruitful and plentiful with a glow
So much so that it's damn near sinful!
I guess I'm sorry
If I seem shallow or rude
But really, you should suck it up
And not be such a prude!
Fate
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
My Love Schedule
Effort
I center myself
Then follow it up
With a quick, gentle tap
I slowly move back
To look at the back
A few gentle slaps
It looks fairly right
I pound and I pound
And some more I pound
I take my sweet time
I must hit it right
It’s getting quite hot
My brow sweat I dry
And then I resume
To screw in the back
I slide my hand slowly
The surface feels smooth
No bumps and no bruises
Across, through and through
It takes me a while
To finish at last
A groan of great pleasure
My bookshelf assembled
Cardiovascular
I’m dragging my feet
I’m only speed walking
I’m tightening my cheeks
I’m glistening and sweating
I’m taking quick breaths
I’m sadly realizing
I’m way out of shape
Something Missing
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Verão
The song that my heart just wrote
Taglines
Never doubt
I Do Know Your Name
Monday, October 10, 2011
Link Up
Dog at the window.
Uncertainty
A clock counting down my fate
Of a future undetermined up-ahead
Dreams long gone and in their stead
Cold reality is at the gate
The worries keep nagging at my head
That the life I’ve foolhardily led
Has now reached a final strait
Of a future undetermined up-ahead
A roll of dice, a chance misread
Was it too late to clear the slate?
The worries keep nagging at my head
The day is gone, the lights go dead
Can’t close my eyes, instead I wait
Of a future undetermined up-ahead
As I lay tossing in my bed
The sandman coming much too late
The worries keep nagging at my head
Of a future undetermined up-ahead
Paper Planes
Refuse
Friday, October 7, 2011
Another Ant Bites the Dust
Anticipation
The Cycle
REWARD
For the love of God,
I am here to love you too.
What else can I do?
Little Juan
Walking down Calle Ocho
at a towering five feet tall
brown baggin’ his drink
with his fedora and all
Don’t give him no shit
cause he won’t be friendly
the little ones are the meanest
and your life he will end-y
Little Juan is what they call him
he’s a crazy killer
once the lights go out
you’ll think your in Thriller
“Darkness creeps
across the land”
and all that crap
you better run from this man
If you bump into him
you know it’s over
it won’t matter whether he’s
drunk or sober
So stay off the Ocho
when it’s late at night
because Little Juan is there
and he’s looking for a fight
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Craving
War
Phone Calls
Obsessive Accessory
As the wind calmly combs through my hair,
I ask myself a question
Will I ever find it?
The thing worth fighting for
This thing, producing feelings I’ve never felt before
Will I ever find it?
The one thing I’d be proud
To brag to friends and foes aloud
Will I ever find it?
The perfect compliment to any part of me
And my life, taken in strife, pride and dignity
Will I ever find it?
I roll out of bed
Succumbed with fear, doubt and trembling
Will I ever find my missing earring?