The Wind beneath the willows blow against my fur The ticks and tacks biting and stabbing the inner innards of the departments De –Part –Ment Shall we part in the inner mojo Magic given me unto by God Ahh We do part ways and sever our bonds I am the lonely one once more My friends, my mates, and my fates. Leave me behind entranced and in awe Of your sultry skin sweating off tiny miseries. Tiny thoughts, in a big world. I’ve counted the number of people that have counted me before Its been frightfully few But what does that matter I wish I had something else to write about.
When its spring time in Alaska its forty below I see but I don't know I open up a new bible for me I've been so lonely without a source of guilt Relatively speaking she is empty and demands to be full With tears running down our faces. I say "I know you, you are me" She crys more tears of vaginal blood and cum into a cup for a bitter drink I sip gentley at it "I am alone with you aren't I" I ask She doesn't not answer. Just beckons me to her arms with a glance. Looks so innocent to me. Cartoon under-roos she thinks is a turn on for me. and why not I'm without passion I try to claim But she knows me. My anger, my love, my sadness, my hatred. Covered up in my ten mile smile. Enough to cover all peoples pain. But we are alone together. In her arms, in her vagina She leaves nail marks deep in my ass. Push me forward when I try to go back Maturety stick to beat me with Let me have a fist fight instead Let me have a punk song blasting out its miseries. But I have you no more
The St. Louis walk of fame, man I've stepped on so many true shams of greatness. but never walked on a truly great man Greatness is just PR for the history books A truly great man is never known
My soul on a rock I see the Son of Man staring down the Messiah People of this world beware and don't watch the spectacle about to happen Its not much of a show. Mental warfare. Sons of God, lets make a new war for ourselves Sinners in me. Saints being spewed into your Choked on vomit. Somebody elses Who's? Scotland Yard can't really dust for vomit Yeah rock rythms playing in a beach boy falsetto Light Operettas Singing vulgar traditional tunes sang by negro's down south What the fuck my children Chasten yourself
Today God bought me a coke It was laying there saying take me up and drink I am the sugar water of life of eternal life everlasting I drank the naked hedonism down The third world Give me convience or give me death I said My love, is another number one crush Rolling down the avenue Morgan sits there silly Intimidated by a man who stands 5'4" I couldn't ask for more right? Ahh nakedness in afternoon. I think of Anna naked with her arms in air fixing her hair. A simple, wonderful beauty A vision for me. I wish it would never be forgotton Then my thoughts run across to her sister unknown to her Bianca, a little sister, listening to whiny music about things I do not care for I have little passions For anything, anymore. I am ..... scared? I would like to buy a world a coke and live in perfect harmony With you, me and a bee Sting my life Swelling it up to no end Dieing Death feels so good I've been told But I never die I multiply Colours of inspiration Swirling with my approval My love My dreams My things My thoughts Who am I? Who cares? I'm just slap a label on. I'm lil' Pete but..... I am alone inside you not moving I lay still You thrashing about outside the lines outside the bed Vomiting green gook of envied lives I have no power yet they all run As if I could harm somebody Maybe I don't know my own strength. Like when I was fifteen breaking door knobs and windows left and right I can't get out without being cut. let it bleed, man Bare your cross...... Monkeys prayer life love love? oh yeah love.... I remember that Love is a coke a cola. Given to me by God.
A ten minute poem for a ten minute moment in time impetous nature of mine is only trouble but what wonderful trouble it it is The old ladies around me always tell me to stay out of trouble I asked where did I get such a reputation They just see it in my eyes they say Yeah, I'm lookin' for trouble to make my mark Claim the world as my own My Napoleonic complex way to big for me So I go into and out of that pussiefied thing Fucking over the city twice by 2 am Two or three parties Four or five pints of Guiness Jazz and punk all fuckin' night. Workin' at 8:30 am but nap time can always be done But even if that can't be done Fuck sleep Sleep is Death
When does love end my children and my adults? When does the flowers and thorns finally wilt? When can I be myself for myself by myself? What is it? “Its it” I heard the crying sun set. Space being the place my case carried into the new born day and into the moonlit night I was frighten for no reason But now I have reason My heart is not made of steel after all My stomach is full of glass The shards looked so shining and pretty They were sugar sweeten by a new born baby His ignorance brighten everything But now I feel sick
I saw the sins of tomorrow written up today. Posted on a pole, hog tied at gun point I saw animals begin to gnaw on the man down Beated by a woman who expected honor Rape and violence, burning down the house My children. No more shit, no more vengeance No more lessons to be taught I am alone with my species Counting the poly-father I say unto the masses Please make me your whipping boy If that will protect that child Rape me instead if that will protect that woman Let me go to the river And down that drink I will drink the bitter poison If that will end the poisoning. I want to be free I examine my surroundings Blinded by the pain and misery Take a moment of weakness An animal I regress. Just like you
Rock and roll, man coming down like the rain of cats and dogs Ammonia takes the air and my chest burns Players and God Carers and other such folk laugh at me But what the hell I'm a bitch bent over If you relax you might enjoy it To bad I'm an hyper, mutha To make a porno faggot Licking asshole for money ain't my idea of a good time So I see up there in heaven, no one I know. I'm still to pissy for those in hell I got called a faggot for loving women. From some former biker bitch Yeah Femi-Nazi on parade. I maybe in a dress but that doesn't make me any less man God bless the child that got his own. And I have my own. I am God, sometimes.
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