Wha or Nothin Rhymes with Else

You fought it with all you had.

You can tell everyone 

in a full page Sunday ad-

Your hands left raw, blistered and bleeding

from holding on

to what was already gone-

and won't be needing.

You held on,

empty handed-

Confess now...

Was it my pride

were we landed

 or 

our vow to 

die or ride

Regardless

It's what the script demanded 

Sittin with an empty cup.

You can say didn't quit

when nobody brings it up.

Shout about it or put it on the shelf-

You can say you toughed it out,

when the conversation is about something else.

It was dumb 

a waste of time 

even you can admit

this shit was not worth mentioning in rhyme 

Haunt them from below 

and above ground.

Flaunt all you want,

when there's no one around.

Cry all you like,

just don't make a sound.

Aquarius X

"Yesterday, I was the dream weaver,

 but now I am reborn

I was the Walrus, but now I am John."  -J L

{Draft 1}

This is the dawning of the Age 

of Nefarious...

The age of  Nefarious..

The age of Nefarious!

Ignore all that shit. 

Ignorance -

Is is,

Ignorance is Bliss…

Bliss, 

Let me go wild…

like I…I…

Bliss.

Let’s me fuck with it.

Whip it into shape like 

Devo.

With a problem.

I had a problem 

But not the one your thinking of-

I forgot myself. 

Do you ever forget yourself ?

I forgot myself.

Like I blister in the Sun.

The Buddha says there is no self. 

I forgot myself, I forgot there is no self.  

I am the Aquarius X.

Son of the Sun

Sun of the Moon.

I am Aquarius X. 

Air and Water.

I  am

Life. 

I am the Egg man they are the Egg men.

I am the Walrus.

I am the light and the shadow. 

love and anger

fear and faith

forgiveness and finger lickin' good

Singing  “Act your age, 

not your shoe size.

I know how to  undress me”

I am the divine light running around in a 

suit made of muscles and skin-

spiting and cussing

failing and growing

fucking and recycling 

I am pretending just like you.

I am the dawning of the Age of  Aquarius X. 

10 Reasons I Wanna Write Part 1

 (As posed in Writing Down the Bones by N. Goldberg)

I want to write because...

1) the 17 year old still in me, is still trying so fucking hard to impress her.

2) Bukowski made personal truth seem more important than fitting in.

3) I'm sad.

4) I want to use poetry as bait, to land and fall in love with a girl whose mother and father loved her, and raised her to not be broken, maybe she'll let me in on the secret.

5) I never got tattoos in the 90 like a fucken idiot, and I wanna be interesting. 

6) I want to join the Velvet Underground, are they still a thing.

7)  I'm not the worst at it, or at least that's what it says on the box.

8) I forget what Eight was for.

9) I got a couple poems published, it was a treat to see the book in a Barnes and Noble, and when I die I will live on in those poems, and in those books like a ghost. I wanna fill it up with many ghosts to haunt that bitch, like the Haunted Mansion ride.

10) I can only really connect with you in art, I secretly  don't like you.

Pirates of the Not Caring After Being There

{workin draft)

I’m on my way

You drew me a map and on it an x -

It

Marked the spot. 

You buried me deep down-

Like a

Pirate. 

Saving booty for 

The shipwreck sailors 

Holding limes for scurvy 

(expand scurrvy to coded std on then a fuked up you cant give what yo dont have motif)

Peg legs to jam into square holes

And parrots who don’t feel like talking.

I know the map by heart

And I got a ship too

I follow the stars 

I follow the tabloids  

I follow you on the Gram

I know where I’m going 

i know what im doing

My face  tattoos suggest as much

Where I’m going 

Is where you’ve been

Returning to the the scene of the 

I would offer my condolence to men 

who worshiip the 

ground you walk on

But I've no love

for Landlbbbers?

and we set sail 

at high tide 

her 

chest 

has no old 

her 

chest is empty 

empty chest

still beats without a

heart

Singing

Yo hoo Yo hoo hoo 

Shots fired

saying

"The  cannon balls on this guy" 

leaving you on your knee

or fetal postion 

crying 

Arrrrrrrrrrr

And no 

No 

No 

And

No

I am not trying to shame you. No

You have my respect 

It’s just

Just 

Injust

But the worst thing that I could ever say to hurt and anger you is

I love you. 

The rest of it the

Taunts 

And 

Slander

Well

That’s just celebrating 

That’s Fame

Not shame

skulll and bone 

brain and fuck

numb and funny

skull and bone

skull numb and bone funny

Atoms

We close our eyes-

It is cold ,

but we are looking for a moment 

where the absence of light and color 

reveals the world outside-

 

not the one

that only exists 

inside our minds. 

We are in a chilly darkness

where everything disappears 

Invisible

atoms of air 

enter you,

you exhale -

I breathe in 

atoms 

of air 

In the invisible world the atoms

Connect

Share

Exchange

We know that tree is still there-

Right? 

That there’s still a moon-

"Of course it is!"

That  when I open my eyes you’ll still be 

there-

She says "That’s down right Cartesian" 

Cogito ergo sum baby 

Cogito ergo sum

Pushy

My mother had a sickness growing inside her,

If there 

was a god, 

is a god,

godding,

I was gonna need some help,

waiting, 

it's rough waiting for a miracle.

I turned to her.

She thinks I'm Pushy.

Needy.

Some sort of push over. 

I am only a man. 

I promised her, when push comes to shove,

I would always be there. 

But she never made that promise.

I try to keep my promises, even the ones I never made,

But lord all mighty.

You pushed too hard 

You shoved too hard. 

You know how to break a man.

But I don't wanna break.

I promised and breaking that promise, may make me a dick,

but I am waiting on miracles.

She is a curse.

I'd rather be a dick

than be, 

uh...Pushy.

Bitch Please

Don't say that

Don't do that

Think this

Think that

We don't use 

those words

You must be this

or else 

I wont be that

You must be 

Be exactly like me-

We are not allowed to 

say

do

think

Or else 

Or else

Bitch Please, 

it’s not my fault-

your 

inability

to make art,

Nor

your inability to understand it.

Putting the Fun Back In

( From the Death is Just a Number Series)

The family fell apart.

My fault 

they insist.

Final straw and whatnot.

Bullshit I say.

Nothing last forever,

even their stupid and petty hate.

I find funerals have

a funny way of 

bringing people together.

You can tell me everything 

you 

wish you could say then.

In that silence 

you can imagine whatever bullshit

you want.

but 

even

6 feet of dirt

pine box

and 

a terrible case of dead

You'll hear a bird singing beautifully-

It will be me

singing 

"Fuck You!"