Wednesday, August 19, 2009
So the other day I found a veritable treasure trove of notes for a story I am writing. It makes some ideas I had before make sense, as well as remind me of other ideas. I also had an idea for another (much much much much darker) one. Looks like my cup spillith over with creative fodder. I haven't done much poetry recently, I suspect its because I'm less of a bump on a log recently. Just the same, here's some poem fodder. I have not decided what I'm going to do with it yet:
Gold dust, filtering through the glass
Glowing face lies down to sleep
It's smile fades, and melancholy,
The mistress of dreams, takes hold.
She spreads her wings, and takes
Dominion of the heavens
And tosses sparkling diamonds all around
You never liked my silly poems
You never ever did
You smile and laugh, your deadeye grin
Your eyes are there, of course
But no twinkling therein.
And behind those walls
The gavel falls
And I can’t seem to win.
Some day, sometime, I might exist
Some day, sometime, I might live
Some day, sometime I might die
And return to oblivion
As a sleeper rudely awoken returns
To his warm well-used bed,
So short is our tenure
So close is our bed.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Socrates the humble
Socrates the wise
Those who boast do tumble
Under your questioning eyes
So why is there no book of yours,
Nothing, save that of Plato?
You must have been a firm believer
That you should write what you know!
And another, darker one:
Write a story, make a play
Give purpose to your waning day
Wouldn’t want your life to be a waste
Find a woman, make her yours
Pull out chairs, open doors
Wouldn’t want your life to be too chaste
Earn a penny, earn a buck
Even if you don’t give a fuck
Wouldn’t want to end with fewer toys
Swing the bat, lift the weight
Make sure that you’re looking straight
Wouldn’t want to be fag to all the boys
Look around for meaning
Make up what your want
As long as what you want is the norm
Man up for the Ladies
Beef up for the boys
Good Morning Itaewon
Good Morning, Itaewon
Headlight, break light
Late night, lame night
Drizzle rain, wet the skull
Keeping beat, makes me dull
Tequila repetition, stacks of glass
Belly full and burning
Noxious, burning, tastes like ass
Belly dark and churning
Fire spreads out to my arms
Robs my brain of thought
Fire goads me with its charms
And I forget my lot
Crooked smile, silly grin
Makes me smile, makes me swim
Floorboards toss, ceilings swirl
Mindless swinging in the whirl