Sunday, April 10, 2011

just In Case

I believe in Love
and I believe in Art
people are either worth it
or they are not
just as simple as that
I don't believe in religion
I don't believe in money
I don't believe in contests
I don't believe in gimmicks
('less I can pull them off)
I don't believe in sports
I don't believe in lottery
I don't believe in luck
you write your own damn story
life is not a competition
Art is not a fucking game
love is not a fucking joke
I believe in pain
I believe in sex
I believe in choice
I believe in work
I believe in sacrifice
I don't live for the future
I don't worship the past
I believe in the present
I believe in today
I believe in the now
I believe in myself
Self-pity is a waste of effort
drama is waste of time
unless you manipulate it,
make fun of it, twist it
burn it, transform it
and turn it into an Art
..or into Love











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Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Funeral For a One-Sided Friendship

Please, please!

don't believe what you hear

or what you see

the sea lies next to me

and I lie next to it

but we don't speak

we let the clouds, the foam

and the moon

lie in between


I am a mess

the stress of fixing my blank gaze

for hours at a time

in a direct straight line

on that empty space

where your big black eyes

used to stare back at mine

has taken its toll

on my inner peace


It's autumn where I roam

but it's winter deep inside

my old soul

and I'm cold

I've been thinking about you lately

on how the whole thing ended

the way I disappeared

and the way I blended

with the pavement


All along

you were guilty of doing the thing

you falsely accused me of:

I didn't fit your mold and more

I wasn't who you thought I was

I was not afraid

to slam on the brakes

as you, yourself wisely said

and stake my claim


Mistakes were made

you chose a capricious affair

over a BFF

you chose a cheap thrill

over substance and free will

I would feel pain and disappointment

if I weren't so sad and despondent

I love you still

for the reasons I've made clear


I realize and understand now

that I don't have you near

all the things you had expected

the things you needed to say

the things I didn't want to hear

in the end, my dear

"The truth is never sad"

it is just what it is

and nothing more than that


The End.









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Saturday, November 6, 2010

Elle

She
Is not like anybody
or anyone
but similar and familiar
not unlike the dimple
on the dark side
of the moon,
OUR moon!
The one we sat on
when we got drunk
on each other's words
and vertical smiles
of some sort
She
is bright
like a hundred suns
but half as abrasive
and twice as decisive
She
contemplates,
calculates
and measures
with steely eyes
and anal-retentive
precision
the width and depth
of her open wound,
tosses the dice
in its surroundings
and then arrives
standing on one leg
at the hasty decision
to ignore the matter
and slam-shut the issue
only to slip
a short time later
and fall heart-first
time and time again
on the remaining scar tissue
uttering noises,
loud voices, grunts and hisses
like the fucking rain
in Spain
which dances
mainly
on a rusty zinc roof
instead of the plain
like the tongue twister
mistakenly explains
She
clutches a fistful
of emotions
like dead roses
with live thorns
that bleed and linger,
dead ringers
with knots and horns
for knuckles
and wooden sticks
for fingers
She
Looks into the emptiness
of my tired eyes
and my crooked smile
and manages to find
a few words
worth climbing into
worth hanging on to
worth stumbling over
She
Says "I am"
and "forgive me"
too many times
so many, in fact
to make me suspicious,
which I already am
She
sleeps with the fishes
writes like an angel
cuts like a pair of scissors
drops kick like a ninja
curses like a sailor
looks like a princess
fights like a pitbull
disregards rituals
dreams in full color
with her legs wide open
to a faint notion,
an infatuation,
a capricious desire,
an obsession
so strange and appealing
in her eyes
worth giving
more than
her attention
and a few tears
perhaps
a few years,
perhaps a few months
perhaps none
She
Is true-blue
and hell-bent,
determined
and resolute
Content?
Hell no!
She
says She can't be happy
all of the time
I used to think she would
if she only could
but these days
I'm not so sure.











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Thursday, November 4, 2010

Low Balance Threshold


I felt weak on my knees

my heart sat defiantly

directly across from me

sipping tea, apparently

not a care in the world

I asked him about her

he took a massive gulp

he hesitated for a while

and said he didn't know

and that he didn't care

and added with a scowl

that if I cared that much

I should find out myself

I called him a big fat liar

he told me he was sorry

that to make her happy

is like walking on a wire

she had dumped him

and spoke among tears

she's the best thing that

ever happened to me!

He said he was down

that it hurt to see her go

he was wearing a frown

because he grew to love

the very ground she walked on

This story has no writer and no end,

we were born to love each other but instead

I'm asking her: Why can't we be just friends?










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Wednesday, November 3, 2010

True Romance

What does Love mean to you?
...I asked you first!
You don't know, do you?
Me neither!
This isn't a competition
I get it!
You have brains and genitals
and they work!
So what else is new?
so does everyone else
perhaps not as fast as yours
or as pragmatic or as pretty
You had to show me
didn't you?
But it's not your fault
I wanted just to Love
but you want me to Fuck
your brains out
I wanted to show you
a man's love
for a woman
he doesn't know
because I equate
Love to Love
and Fucking
to Making Love
is what I understand
at my core
Is what I feel
Fuck me
and you'll see
what I mean
I can't explain it
in plain words
I wanted to teach you
I wanted to let you know
What I thought Love was
at the time ...but
I've changed my mind
since then
Now I just want
to Fuck you!
You and what you want
might be correct
so in the end
you win
But then again,
so am I and what I want
Do you still believe
you're the hunter
in this human game?
If so, you're wrong
again!
and so am I
But you lose
only because I know
already
how the game ends
And if you're as smart
as life has led you
to believe
surrender to Love
and let the idea go
like you say
you would
Either you believe
in Love
or else
you believe
in Fucking
...which is not
a bad thing after all
You just can't have it
both ways
Not with me
anyways
because I am
nothing
but just
another man
but not 'that' man
The truth doesn't hurt
it just can't be avoided







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Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Over The Hill And Far Away

If I lived long enough to see your sunlight coming through
the pitch black window of my crazy heart
I would probably fail to fully enjoy its radiance
and appreciate the brilliance of its youth in full splendor
to stop and wonder why me?, why now?, why here? ...or
why didn't this happen to me long ago?
Sad to admit it, sadder still to realize my ill will
I would keep it instead hidden from myself
and from my twisted and cynical ilk
perhaps between the yellow pages of an unread book
flattened and crisp forever, never to be seen
because you are not real
to me and I'm not
what you don't think
you think you need







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