Mock the shoe stalker,
Young gal with two hearts,
One for men and the other,
For body parts.
That is truth brusquely,
Feel me or love me,
Whatever is your wanting,
Don’t leave me wondering.
Month: February 2012
the glass cup
in the garden
The wonders of life lie in mysteries unearthed.
But only by true spirits, with hearts unfurled,
can they be found.
This place of heaven, this feeling of bliss,
If only it could last forever.
Maybe then, I would be still,
Caught with the world in a trance.
Like winter days, when we would dance,
In dark affairs, and sweet romance,
Between the trees, the sheets of man,
Nature, and spirit.
word
Take things into your own hands if others slow you down, and do what you want to do if you know how.
the old priest and his gang
There he goes preaching his religion,
The old priest and his gang.
Wasting away their time in division,
While warning me of the flame.
Liar liar, the cursed friar,
Television must have him drained.
What has he read but sappy psalms,
And pornographic magazines?
the wise man
The wise man does not show what he knows to others, but instead, lets others show him what they know. For the wise man is less concerned with his ego than he is with the happiness of others.
corporation
Curse this slavery to corporations,
I could be sold for nothing less,
Was I not intended to possess,
These yearnings to shock the world with my words?
I must confess, I want to be known,
For having firmly stood upon my throne,
With poem and lyric – these are my refuge;
With them I’ll cast the world to stone.
mark ’em
Watch them flock now after my fame,
Stumbling hastily while scathing my name,
Before they would scold me for being this way,
But now is new, or so they say.
A fruitless bunch of clowns, playing an act,
They needn’t search far to get a good laugh,
There, in the mirror, being cracked,
The finest joke of the century.
