This Poetry Anthology is a collection of various poems I have written over the past two or three months.  They aren’t arranged on any order, or expressing a specific underlying theme, just a collection.  They all contain a sense of my frustrations, and anxieties, as well as joys, compiled into one.  My poem, “Sister, Sister” was written as a birthday present for my eldest sister, Elizabeth.  She’s 27 and has always been something of a mother to me, so for her birthday (Dec. 23^rd) I gave her a journal with that poem inscribed on the front cover.  The bull-shit poem is suppose to be vaguely about judging people, how we are always summarizing a person by looks and mannerisms.  Most of the others don’t need so much explanation.  Pretty much all of the poems have some topic or another that I was following, but only those two really need explanation.  Other than that, just read, be merry, enjoy, express, live, vote.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Two weeks we’ve had with which to play

And make us mad with what we pay

For gifts and gas that pile all ‘round

And messages past that block out the sound

Of those who revel in joy truly there

An inner peace that’s remarkably rare

Spread throughout to harness our devil

By erecting a wall to keep us all level

Preventing the fall meanness inspires

To the pits deep down filled with the liers

Who trick all the kids into evil quagmires

Then deep fry their brains with powerful fryers

Until they can’t move and don’t even want to

But trust me, my friends, our choices will haunt you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Once upon a 3 AM I awoke with a start

I felt down deep inside my loins, there was a brewing fart

It squeezed and pushed and grew and grew, yearning to depart

But I held and held in my bed, afraid of that nights’ tart

 

Cheese and beans, fat and grease, rotting to pure methane

Building up against my butt, transforming into pain

I fear that its awesome force will make me somewhat lame

Even though I now can see there’ll prob’ly be a stain

 

Should I stand or stay reposed, fighting the winds of my ass

Although the mark that shall remain equals a fullgrown bass

But if I stand I’-ll surely fly, and fill my room with gas

I’m sure this choice is better made by a man of higher class

 

But the dilemma’s mine to face; and hear, and smell and feel

For surely the fantastic smell will make me spin and reel

Hopefully I’-ll be great enough to make me drop and keel

So that when the stank actually drops, I won’t have to deal

 

So out I roll into my room, as I hastily jump ship

Fearing that any instant it might slip

I run to the pot for support, ‘case I blow my hip

But on the way, my concentration broke; out did it slip

 

The explosion that followed was the greatest fart ever

It ripped my body open, the first ass to commit murder

I floated up to somewhere else, whereupon I met “her”

And now I’m dead, victim of assault by something darker

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

For most who sit and contemplate life

They do miss out on everything ripe

With warmth and joy and pretty things nice

Whose weathered sculpture does easily slice

Into the meat on which we all feed

Doesn’t do harm—make anyone bleed

Separates all our shivering flaps

Exposing our soul to heavenly traps

Freeing the mind from permanent bonds

That drain all emotion to placid ponds

Letting me loose to run rampant and free

Time to stop and recognize me

Now I am free to live my own way

Without any strings that easily sway

Or dangerous cliffs to get in my way

Pesky ol’ mites to eat all my hay

Now I am free to take what is mine

Visit the monks who-‘re truly sublime

Learn from them how to forget about time

Condition my brain to never ‘gain pine

Commit to be pure, like those I admire

But do it real fast, I wanna’ retire

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Can I speak of what I tell?

The li’l lies I daily sell?

Hole of thought we call a well,

In that head that we call dell

 

Those hints of mind and heart and soul

Attached to ev’n the slightest droll

Innuendo to thought untol’

Especially those I can’t control

 

The look the walk the talk the stroll

Paints a picture of how I roll

Do I drink or smoke a bole

Am I cool or just a troll?

 

THIS IS BULL-SHIT

 

So who are you to look and judge?

Call attention to how I trudge?

Then make my mind turn into sludge,

Meanwhile my hist’ry, you expunge.

 

I am no book, I am human, see?

If you want to know, just ask me.

Don’t just look and point and mutter, creep!

I do my shit, I ain’t no sheep!

 

Live your life, independent of your peers;

Find your joy, and keep it without fears;

You only are a child once,

Don’t spend it lab’lling the piece-of-shit-punks.

For the only joy on this earth, comes from our own deep well of mirth.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I only know TWO truths so far, That can be told, no face to mar

Inscribe them deep upon the heart,

Copy them down on every BART

 

First, there is no GOD

God has no basis in life

It’s always seemed like a fraud

Invented only to cause strife

 

Second, I have Super Powers

Bring some Kryptonite, ‘cause I’m bullet-proof

I can leap High as small Towers

And know a real good spoof

 

Fourth, I have a story to tell

That no one else can learn or spell

And I will always speak it

To fill the mystery pit

 

Fifth, There are no more marbles

They’ve been stolen

By thieves up the Colin

Swinging huge barbells

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sister, Sister, smiling bright

Know not how you’ve changed my life

Love abounding ‘bove your height

Even when it’s met with strife

 

I truly love what you’ve done

Taught me how this life is fun

Explaining worlds I couldn’ see

Teaching me how to be free

 

Always there with love and joy

Even when I’ve been an ass

Helped me fix my broken toys

Planting love to truly last

 

So here’s my gift from me to you

A chance to try and help you too

Reciprocate the love given me

I love you Beth, you are my family

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wring truth from a turnip

‘Cause we know it’s in there

Then we kill the turnip

Stifling despair

 

There is no blood in a turnip

It’s barren like a rock

If you choose to spurn it,

We’ll throw you in the dock.

 

Lawyers keep the world at odds

Leeching our lifeblood

Sentenced to your little pod

Turning dirt to mud.

 

Is it right or wrong?

Are they meant to be?

The role of gnat is ever free

Despite the problems they entry

 

So we’re stuck with all the filth

Wasting millions of personal wealth

And receiving only truth filtrate

And a field of rotten turnips

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bent esophagus

Brown and clinging puss

Tells you how its time

To plunge in murky brine

 

Pumping blood all ‘round

Filled with sticky fun

As I slowly drown

In friendly pities’ shun

 

Cloudy knock-out punch

Freeing up our thoughts

Substitute for lunch

All we’ll need is pot

 

Life’s computer game

Filled with little shame

Conquering boredom

In my humble kingdom

 

Until the creeping sight

Breaches our fortress

Like the Devil’s blight

C’mon, lets go get messed

 

So the magic ends

With all the joy it lends

Suddenly it’s squelched

With that final belch

 

So I glide back down

Truly bone-dead tire’d

Roasted brain gone brown

Over-cooked ‘til mired

 

And now I really know

No matter where I go

Fuzzie’s always ready

So long’s I hold it steady

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The drawing crawls across its guide

Lilting ‘round its wild ride

Until the stop reaches inside

With a secret to confide

 

Whisp‘ring rhythms of desire

Slide across the blank airwaves

Testing our great leader’s ire

As we shan’t be willing slaves

 

Walking teaches to admire

Nature’s power to inspire

Majesty beyond the grave

Sustaining life until we pave

 

Like we do when we get bored

Sick and tired with how we hoard

Spewing out what we have stored

Preserving our most holy ford

 

But then we’ll need to be let down

Without a cubby for comfort

The ride has finished going ‘round

In time to take them straight to court

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I want to say what I know I can’t

About our lives little rant

How when I go I feel I shan’t

Even though I am no fool

 

How every night the cops come by

To frighten all the punks

And every night somebody cries

A child in their trunk

 

How people look for all the things

That might possibly go wrong

And all the wounds they hope will sting

Without the comfort of a song

 

How you can sit over there,

But not that other part

If you do, we’ll surely stare

Then you’ll stay apart.

 

How we sit and slowly rot

Watching time go by

Teacher speaks all for naught

But we never try

 

Soon I will be free to leave

Living how I like

Memories I’ll quickly reeve

Sell away my bike

 

This is just a few bad years

That we’ll all survive

And we’ll look back, all full of tears

And swear to not deprive

Remember, eighteen down, sixty more to go.