Somehow we forget
our size in comparison to the universe
our composition and our ghosts.
The population of the earth has went extinct
numerous times since we began
ask any 17th century scolar,
I'm sure she would agree.
And all the dust swirls and the atoms twirl
as the earth spins in a spinning galaxy
far from the edge of the universe.
We are alone all together
a life boat with a hole we will plug
with casualties
of waiting to long.
The conveniance of disposability
the damnation of waste on greed,
a new credo will spread
the words of our fathers will echo,
laughingly
history repeats itself over and over
but nothing ever happens more then once.
Mars spins a little farther from the sun every day
10 to the power of 35 millioon years ago
they could have been a land of milk and honey.
10 to the power of 35 million years from now,
Venusians, or whatever they will call themselves
may find our desolate world in attempts to understand
their own origin.
We are so small in our world
no matter how popular you are
your pride is but a borowed day in infinity.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
NY mourn
Come into new york
6am
The only ones not sleeping
Talk to themselves
Under there breath
Cursing insomnia and cliché
I balance the load
Between two hands
Like a good libra
I check into a starbucks
Steal my wifi from the empire
Thumb taping my only link
To a world left behind
In two weeks time
I return to reclaim
Even if the gods shout my name.
I hate starbucks
But it is refuge from the refuse blowing down 33rd street
Waiting for a city to wake up,
Maybe it's waiting for me.
6am
The only ones not sleeping
Talk to themselves
Under there breath
Cursing insomnia and cliché
I balance the load
Between two hands
Like a good libra
I check into a starbucks
Steal my wifi from the empire
Thumb taping my only link
To a world left behind
In two weeks time
I return to reclaim
Even if the gods shout my name.
I hate starbucks
But it is refuge from the refuse blowing down 33rd street
Waiting for a city to wake up,
Maybe it's waiting for me.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Chapter 1
“You know they put meat in them anyway”, I say and she rolls her eyes.
To think that snotty little bitch used to be the apple of my eye. Then they grow up and fuck it all up. She must get it from her mother’s mother side. I mean vegan. What the hell is she not eating meat for? Animals, fuck the animals. Cows were slow enough to be penned. So we lock ‘em up. Feed ‘em, and eat ‘em. But what really pisses me off is the no dairy things. I mean she claims to love cows but to complain when we drain the painful milk load from its fucking teat. She is not lactose intolerant, some times I catch her eating ice cream. We don't buy the soy shit so she is forced to compromise. And she‘ll eat fish. Some reason to her, its bad to axe up a goat and make curry, but its okay to trawl up more fish than anyone will ever eat, so that it’s 89c a can, one stacked on another trying to claim they don’t harm dolphins while stealing their food. Shit smells bad too, fucking tuna
“Dad the parade is starting”
Yeah I noticed. My son, kid’s a bloody genius. 11 full years and he is still wetting the bed. Came home form school the other day and went crying to the missus that some kids at school called him a fag. Fuck, kids can be cruel sometime, but far be it from me to say he ain’t . I mean sure his balls ain’t dropped yet but he’s always been a little momma’s boy, playing with his sister’s dolly’s, playing dress up. It’s been a few years now cause Val grew out of it. Now he is in boy’s scout and I think the only thing he has learned is to sew. Probably end up on one of those flamboyant cable shows: where they tell people how ugly their clothes are, and whisk them off to makeup they will never keep up and over priced clothes.
She finished her stupid vegetarian hotdog
“You know they just stuff the veggie dogs with parts of animals that taste like tofu, mainly brains and hoofs”.
“Honey!” The wife says it rightly exasperated, “Can we please just enjoy the parade as a family.”
Parade, pah! This is hardly a parade. They don’t throw candy or nothing and yet all the jack asses start lining up on the street five hours early .how close do you really have to be to a marching band, marching band, float, marching band. When I was in Germany few years back now, they had a fucking parade that was a blast. Thing went all day and the people chanted for candy and flowers, every person in costume, beer on sale at every bar.
“What the hell?” A sharp glare hit my eye, like some one gleaming it with one of those laser pointers. I am looking but I cant tell where it came from, maybe I am just passing out from boredom.
Ain’t the kids little old for this anyways? I mean, the wife came to Toronto to see her sister, and then the kids dragged us to see it. I mean, they are fourteen and eleven; Toronto ain’t such a scary place. I would have just given em a couple bills to make their way, but missus insisted they need supervision. Maybe she is right. I mean, I think Ryan still believes in Santa Claus but wife just wanted to get out of her sister’s house, because every time we visit she feels like a country mouse .she doesn’t realize her sister’s life is a complete facade build on debts and designer labels. How can she get jealous of such a big ugly brown purse with a bunch of ugly gold poppies on it?
“Look dad it’s Buzz Light-year”
“Yeah, wow,” not the smartest tool in the shed by any means. Whoop tee, some poor bastards sweating his balls off in the costume probably as ugly as sin, and when he puts the mask on he gets all the love and attention he has ever wanted, once a year from seven year olds. Probably a pedophile, or could be a chick, who knows…
“What are you smiling at hon? “
“Nothing, oh nothing. Look there, baton twirlers.”
Baton twirlers, humph, like that poor dude might be a chick, a chick can end up being a dude. One night long before I met my wife, I was getting hammered and this chick keeps throwing me fuck eyes over her sunglasses now you would think I would be smarten enough not to mess with anyone stupid enough to wear sunglasses indoors, but I indulged as the intoxicated are apt to do. We threw each other pouty smirks. She wasn’t the best looking piece of meat in the room, but there comes a time in a single man’s life where he’ll jack his cock off in any vagina so he doesn’t have to go home and face the sock. I walk all over all suave like, just to talk. I sit down beside her with my drink, toast her, and we both take a gulp. Deal breaker. I saw that Adams apple bob and I jetted. Could have bean the nicest man/woman in the world, but it just creeped me right the fuck out.
“Honey look, daddies company has a float in this year’s parade “
“Now I know where my Christmas bonus went. “
The stingy bastard I work for is her father, so my tongue is generally sore from biting it but this year he cut out all bonuses claiming it as a recessionary measure, yet he has money to invest in this fifty foot, five mile and hour eye sore. If it weren’t for my devotion to his daughter, I tell him exactly where to shove that thing, where the tinsel doesn’t twinkle.
Don’t get me wrong I love my wife and kids, be they fag or vegan I guess I just don’t know how is got here. Standing on the street shivering cold standing amongst the fruit of my lions, mother of my children, and a bunch of slag jawed snorting coughing strangers, for some fat guy in a costume. For this we all sit through twenty marching bands and a hundred over sized advertisement. My favorite thing in Köln was it didn’t seem so corporate. My German wasn’t the greatest at the time, but it seemed to be more celebration than tradition. Europe even does Christmas better with its small fairs and drinking hot wines in the streets.
“Here he comes dad, look! “
I look down the road but hear a crack and see a flash out the corner of my eye. Nothings up there, I swear I might have seen something.
Then the noise started. Ear splitting screams across the whole corridor the Santa float stopped. People began to swarm it with camera phones, sirens blared in all directions. I watched as my little girl runs off to join the fray, phone in her hand, stupid kids.
To think that snotty little bitch used to be the apple of my eye. Then they grow up and fuck it all up. She must get it from her mother’s mother side. I mean vegan. What the hell is she not eating meat for? Animals, fuck the animals. Cows were slow enough to be penned. So we lock ‘em up. Feed ‘em, and eat ‘em. But what really pisses me off is the no dairy things. I mean she claims to love cows but to complain when we drain the painful milk load from its fucking teat. She is not lactose intolerant, some times I catch her eating ice cream. We don't buy the soy shit so she is forced to compromise. And she‘ll eat fish. Some reason to her, its bad to axe up a goat and make curry, but its okay to trawl up more fish than anyone will ever eat, so that it’s 89c a can, one stacked on another trying to claim they don’t harm dolphins while stealing their food. Shit smells bad too, fucking tuna
“Dad the parade is starting”
Yeah I noticed. My son, kid’s a bloody genius. 11 full years and he is still wetting the bed. Came home form school the other day and went crying to the missus that some kids at school called him a fag. Fuck, kids can be cruel sometime, but far be it from me to say he ain’t . I mean sure his balls ain’t dropped yet but he’s always been a little momma’s boy, playing with his sister’s dolly’s, playing dress up. It’s been a few years now cause Val grew out of it. Now he is in boy’s scout and I think the only thing he has learned is to sew. Probably end up on one of those flamboyant cable shows: where they tell people how ugly their clothes are, and whisk them off to makeup they will never keep up and over priced clothes.
She finished her stupid vegetarian hotdog
“You know they just stuff the veggie dogs with parts of animals that taste like tofu, mainly brains and hoofs”.
“Honey!” The wife says it rightly exasperated, “Can we please just enjoy the parade as a family.”
Parade, pah! This is hardly a parade. They don’t throw candy or nothing and yet all the jack asses start lining up on the street five hours early .how close do you really have to be to a marching band, marching band, float, marching band. When I was in Germany few years back now, they had a fucking parade that was a blast. Thing went all day and the people chanted for candy and flowers, every person in costume, beer on sale at every bar.
“What the hell?” A sharp glare hit my eye, like some one gleaming it with one of those laser pointers. I am looking but I cant tell where it came from, maybe I am just passing out from boredom.
Ain’t the kids little old for this anyways? I mean, the wife came to Toronto to see her sister, and then the kids dragged us to see it. I mean, they are fourteen and eleven; Toronto ain’t such a scary place. I would have just given em a couple bills to make their way, but missus insisted they need supervision. Maybe she is right. I mean, I think Ryan still believes in Santa Claus but wife just wanted to get out of her sister’s house, because every time we visit she feels like a country mouse .she doesn’t realize her sister’s life is a complete facade build on debts and designer labels. How can she get jealous of such a big ugly brown purse with a bunch of ugly gold poppies on it?
“Look dad it’s Buzz Light-year”
“Yeah, wow,” not the smartest tool in the shed by any means. Whoop tee, some poor bastards sweating his balls off in the costume probably as ugly as sin, and when he puts the mask on he gets all the love and attention he has ever wanted, once a year from seven year olds. Probably a pedophile, or could be a chick, who knows…
“What are you smiling at hon? “
“Nothing, oh nothing. Look there, baton twirlers.”
Baton twirlers, humph, like that poor dude might be a chick, a chick can end up being a dude. One night long before I met my wife, I was getting hammered and this chick keeps throwing me fuck eyes over her sunglasses now you would think I would be smarten enough not to mess with anyone stupid enough to wear sunglasses indoors, but I indulged as the intoxicated are apt to do. We threw each other pouty smirks. She wasn’t the best looking piece of meat in the room, but there comes a time in a single man’s life where he’ll jack his cock off in any vagina so he doesn’t have to go home and face the sock. I walk all over all suave like, just to talk. I sit down beside her with my drink, toast her, and we both take a gulp. Deal breaker. I saw that Adams apple bob and I jetted. Could have bean the nicest man/woman in the world, but it just creeped me right the fuck out.
“Honey look, daddies company has a float in this year’s parade “
“Now I know where my Christmas bonus went. “
The stingy bastard I work for is her father, so my tongue is generally sore from biting it but this year he cut out all bonuses claiming it as a recessionary measure, yet he has money to invest in this fifty foot, five mile and hour eye sore. If it weren’t for my devotion to his daughter, I tell him exactly where to shove that thing, where the tinsel doesn’t twinkle.
Don’t get me wrong I love my wife and kids, be they fag or vegan I guess I just don’t know how is got here. Standing on the street shivering cold standing amongst the fruit of my lions, mother of my children, and a bunch of slag jawed snorting coughing strangers, for some fat guy in a costume. For this we all sit through twenty marching bands and a hundred over sized advertisement. My favorite thing in Köln was it didn’t seem so corporate. My German wasn’t the greatest at the time, but it seemed to be more celebration than tradition. Europe even does Christmas better with its small fairs and drinking hot wines in the streets.
“Here he comes dad, look! “
I look down the road but hear a crack and see a flash out the corner of my eye. Nothings up there, I swear I might have seen something.
Then the noise started. Ear splitting screams across the whole corridor the Santa float stopped. People began to swarm it with camera phones, sirens blared in all directions. I watched as my little girl runs off to join the fray, phone in her hand, stupid kids.
Monday, November 3, 2008
One day I found myself
In a rather odd predicament.
I was standing in the middle of a windowless locked room
With a land mine on the floor
Beneath my shoe.
As it had not detonated upon
My initial tread
I dreaded what may occur
If I were to move.
I stood there a while
Contemplaiting my situation nervously
When a thought occurred to me.
I ripped of the sleeve of my shirt
And carefully slid it
Beneath the land mine
Which, as forementioned
Was under my boot.
I then removed my pen
From my pocket
Ever so carefully
As I was sweating profusely
And didn't wish to drop it.
I next fashioned a crude tourniquet
Between my boot and the mine
Making sure there was enough pressure
To simulate my weight.
I then breathed deeply
And proceeded to cautiously
Remove the offending footwear.
My heart beat echoed in the walls
Of my cement cell
The sweat was dripping into my eyes
As tears rolled down to my mouth.
At last I succeeded
I took a seat along the wall
And stared at that boot
Which would have been my end.
I thanked god
Though I'm certain
He had no hand in this situation.
I slept for a while
Hoping my captor would return
I sat there for days
Nearing delerium
Keeping conversations with myself
To keep me sane.
I think I was still sane
Till the day we started arguing.
"throw the boot at the door,"
I interjected,
"it is your only hope for escape."
"But this room is contained,"
I replied,
"In the vaccuum I will surely die."
But against half my will
Half mad,
I got up the strength and courage
To throw the boot at the door.
I stood by the wall opposite
And threw with all my might
At the lock that kept me prisoner.
A flash of light
And suddenly I was free
And suddenly
I ceased to be.
In a rather odd predicament.
I was standing in the middle of a windowless locked room
With a land mine on the floor
Beneath my shoe.
As it had not detonated upon
My initial tread
I dreaded what may occur
If I were to move.
I stood there a while
Contemplaiting my situation nervously
When a thought occurred to me.
I ripped of the sleeve of my shirt
And carefully slid it
Beneath the land mine
Which, as forementioned
Was under my boot.
I then removed my pen
From my pocket
Ever so carefully
As I was sweating profusely
And didn't wish to drop it.
I next fashioned a crude tourniquet
Between my boot and the mine
Making sure there was enough pressure
To simulate my weight.
I then breathed deeply
And proceeded to cautiously
Remove the offending footwear.
My heart beat echoed in the walls
Of my cement cell
The sweat was dripping into my eyes
As tears rolled down to my mouth.
At last I succeeded
I took a seat along the wall
And stared at that boot
Which would have been my end.
I thanked god
Though I'm certain
He had no hand in this situation.
I slept for a while
Hoping my captor would return
I sat there for days
Nearing delerium
Keeping conversations with myself
To keep me sane.
I think I was still sane
Till the day we started arguing.
"throw the boot at the door,"
I interjected,
"it is your only hope for escape."
"But this room is contained,"
I replied,
"In the vaccuum I will surely die."
But against half my will
Half mad,
I got up the strength and courage
To throw the boot at the door.
I stood by the wall opposite
And threw with all my might
At the lock that kept me prisoner.
A flash of light
And suddenly I was free
And suddenly
I ceased to be.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
eating the fruit
Uncleansed fresh from the tree
The juice runs down my chin
I dig in
Aggressivly.
Civility lost
In a blind act of passion
Collision of bodies
On a plane.
I stand in the garden
Releasing a moan so soft
I could drown the world out,
Never doubt again.
My eve is my Eden
My godess and giver
A reason to be so
A feeling privatly describable
Through the rhythm in by chest.
Never could have guessed it could
Be so good
Never can deny that
I hoped it would.
Have my head on straight
Though my worlds been turned around
I'll be running circles
If I ever touch the ground.
But here on the limb
Gracefully grazing on the sweetest gift
I don't need to come around
I can hide here forever.
Uncleansed fresh from the tree
The juice runs down my chin
I dig in
Aggressivly.
Civility lost
In a blind act of passion
Collision of bodies
On a plane.
I stand in the garden
Releasing a moan so soft
I could drown the world out,
Never doubt again.
My eve is my Eden
My godess and giver
A reason to be so
A feeling privatly describable
Through the rhythm in by chest.
Never could have guessed it could
Be so good
Never can deny that
I hoped it would.
Have my head on straight
Though my worlds been turned around
I'll be running circles
If I ever touch the ground.
But here on the limb
Gracefully grazing on the sweetest gift
I don't need to come around
I can hide here forever.
Friday, October 24, 2008
If the sign of a good party
is waking up broke and hungover
Yesterday was a complete success.
A special thanks to all who preformed
in a stew of chaos
that just barely made it
now the crying is over
but the ringing in my ears remains
the strain of the echos bashing in my brain
the quiet worry
that i tried to hard in vain
the late books I'll be selling
slow post is my new enemy
snail mail skewed and screwed me
thank god for new Technology
Else wise
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH
MY HEAD HURTS
is waking up broke and hungover
Yesterday was a complete success.
A special thanks to all who preformed
in a stew of chaos
that just barely made it
now the crying is over
but the ringing in my ears remains
the strain of the echos bashing in my brain
the quiet worry
that i tried to hard in vain
the late books I'll be selling
slow post is my new enemy
snail mail skewed and screwed me
thank god for new Technology
Else wise
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH
MY HEAD HURTS
Thursday, October 23, 2008
New dawn
this is the day we wake up and take on the world
Yesterday was a laughable excuse
Of what change can be unfurled
Hurling rocks at walls won't change there feelings
Giving quarters to the poor won't break glass celings.
We've been convinced this is the right track
Irrelevant to our wake of destruction
Failing to regard the fact that caring is an emotion
And the heartless towers we build to crumble won't care
As they crack under the weight of time.
Every condo to a slum will become,
Mold infesting the poorly laid corners
Warranty timers set to self destruct
Disposable income and disposable toys
So outdated you will become jaded of tomorrow.
When the children ask you why they can't retire
When the mesh of societys safety nets expire
The investment blind into an uncertain future
Being sold stability and toxins in a breath.
I give you this much, in the same boat
White knuckle grip on the paddle
We are straddling a dangerous beast we can't begin to comprehend
It's size is so it makes these letters seem
But an increment of a louder scream.
In this new dawn, I lay me down, to dreams.
For if we can not fight the fall
Can we still not smile and enjoy the folly
No one lasts forever thankfully
Humanity a sparkle in the eye of an everchanging universe,
All these conditions of survival unbalanced,
But perfectly so.
Yesterday was a laughable excuse
Of what change can be unfurled
Hurling rocks at walls won't change there feelings
Giving quarters to the poor won't break glass celings.
We've been convinced this is the right track
Irrelevant to our wake of destruction
Failing to regard the fact that caring is an emotion
And the heartless towers we build to crumble won't care
As they crack under the weight of time.
Every condo to a slum will become,
Mold infesting the poorly laid corners
Warranty timers set to self destruct
Disposable income and disposable toys
So outdated you will become jaded of tomorrow.
When the children ask you why they can't retire
When the mesh of societys safety nets expire
The investment blind into an uncertain future
Being sold stability and toxins in a breath.
I give you this much, in the same boat
White knuckle grip on the paddle
We are straddling a dangerous beast we can't begin to comprehend
It's size is so it makes these letters seem
But an increment of a louder scream.
In this new dawn, I lay me down, to dreams.
For if we can not fight the fall
Can we still not smile and enjoy the folly
No one lasts forever thankfully
Humanity a sparkle in the eye of an everchanging universe,
All these conditions of survival unbalanced,
But perfectly so.
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