You Give So Much You Ache

You ever give so much you ache
Or press a knitting needle through your own breast plate
You ever fill up with too much hate
And start asking questions with truth you can’t demonstrate
You ever look at someone else’s plate
And realize they ate more than you ate
Then wonder how you got so greedy as to have gained weight
You ever jump off the cliff and break
With a belly full of lobster and steak
Do you ever commit suicide and then awake
With feeling that life is something to take
That you wanted to live every minute but now it’s too late
And down into a grave to your final place
Body still – mind erased
The same fate as everyone’s fate –

Out Of A Plastic Ambition

Out of a plastic ambition
And an all too white courage
Out of a inkling and dilemma
Out of a decision and an urge
Out of a heart spurting blood
And a brain infected with ideals
The static empire sits still
While the soul flickers and reels
Out of a castle empty and mystical
Out of a softened mans groan
Comes words to break your heart
In the guise of an entertaining poem

Goodness Me Oh My

Good heavens me
Are you ever aloof
My face is marked
With your cloven hoof
Good God almighty
Are you ever a prude
Didn’t I see you recently
With that Christian dude?
Good Lord on high
Are you ever a child
You can’t enter any real knowledge
With only a smile
Good glorious God
Are you ever a lump
To sit on the tree of life
That is only a stump
And know nothing at all
But building the wall
Between what will stand
And what will just fall
Goodness me oh my
Are you ever a pest
Not learning anything at all
In all the time I invest
Good God on a cross
Are you ever pretend
To take me as a hoax
When I am really a friend

I Have A Bit Of A Swell Mind

“Yes” I said “I make mistakes”
“And yes” I said “I am sometimes fake”
“Yes” I said “I am a bit of a liar”
“Yes” I said “to cover up being uninspired”
“Yes” I said “I live on my own words”
“And yes” I said “to others I am unheard”
“Yes” I said “I have a bit of a swell mind”
“And yes” I said “I’ve been talking to myself for a long time”
“Yes” I said “I compare myself to an eagle”
“And yes” I said “I have an unusually large ego”
“Yes” I said “I am just a statistic”
“Yes but how many other poets are as pessimistic?”
“Yes” I said “I accept the nihilistic”
“But” I said “I am still a mystic”
“I just am a mystic of all that is realistic”
“Yes” I said “I believe death is the end”
“Yes” I said “I will play along with what you pretend”
“Yes” I said “I have a bit of a swell mind”
“And yes” I said “I’ve been talking to myself for a long time”

As I Drift In

As I drift in
Like a wind
And smell the air
And smell sin
As I drift in
Like a noise
And you all look down
Acting coy
As I drift in
In a second or two
I promise
To get to the truth
And none of you
Know what to do
Because I’ve got
Nothing else to do
As I drift in
Like a wind
And smell the air
And smell sin