IN REMEMBRANCE OF A. G. Still the same old fucked up place here one less voice to remind us one less pen to chronicle it one less poet to call it as it is and shouldn't be. Civil Rights swallowed up by the moral majority right keep "them" in their place in the ghettos and tenements out of or sight, we need you. Cocks still search for a night's fun in bars and cars and homes never enough to go around America has a cock shortage even yours is now missed. The right wingers fly high today marijuana won't take them away and I can't use due to laws that imprison you for hurting no one, trying to escape. Television still tells us what to buy I forgive your part in that what we see isn't real but don't tell anyone that WCW is rigged, sacrilege! One less truth sharer and prophet to expose this plastic society to lead our heads where no head has gone before in a head trek to the light. Who will now rise up to fill a void left in our hearts, soul, and minds mindless thought they be heartless in the me-ness soullessness of the days? Poor sad little happy queer one who was never ashamed of who people said you should be instead, your heterosexual psychoanalytical trial failed, gladly. The wars still rage on foreign ground body bag makers still grow wealthy on account of foreign policy made by a group of old men who's wars kill young men. So much is new that nothing has changed brains are now washed with Prozac and modern lobotomy drugs and groups and therapy yet more people continue to grow sick. Fucking has been replaced by work work hard and fuck your life foreplay is getting into the mini-van and 3 bedroom house just sign on the line, get fucked. Beat has been beaten to death replaced with muzack and oldies listen but don't remember what we used to be about in youth vote for republicans, be right wing. Religion is something else again on T.V. and in churches love your fellow man as long as you aren't gay, but reject all of them who don't go to the same church as you do, they're all going to hell anyway. Allen, we miss you and are both sad and glad we are empty but you have sprouted out from this place leaving so much behind for us wit, wisdom, teaching, and always, the poetry! FOR MORE ON ALLEN GINSBERG CLICK HERE Here is a poem that I wrote for a very special woman who is a kindred spirit! A NORTHERN WOMAN Far away, yet in tune we live together in our misery looking seeking that magic we need. You of the north, me south heartbeats are synchronized even though distance is between our needs for each other's love and care. Pain has held each of us tightly like a hated lover who never will just go but stays, remaining ours. I dream of you and of me the dreams wake me and I feel more pain because you're in pain and I know that we can ease each other's personal hell of pain. Northern woman I reach your heart and want more of you in my life to care for and comfort to hold and love away our hell, our shared pain. Southern man here lonely for you and needing you more than I can say. Will we ever be able to dream together in flesh? Will the north and south rise again together in love to burn each other's desires and purge our pain together? I pray at night to an empty sky bring her to me, bring her to me. So far, no response from above, will it always be like this? Northern woman of dreams my heart is yours for the asking, please ask. SINDY You had that little something extra that drew me to you. You called it an Angel in your pocket, I called it sex. I knew you were a whore when I asked you to move in. It never mattered, especially when you told me of your brothers, how they had taken your body, fucked you when you were only a child. I understood your need for love as well as I knew some thing else, that I couldn't give you my emotions, beyond just fucking you, selfishly using you for my own personal sexual playground. I fucked you in many ways, too many ways, I even fucked your mind. You were hardened and tough but I softened you with my phoney tears. We shared a sexual joy together, so much so I couldn't bear to leave our bed. During the party to celebrate our cohabitation I had too much to drink, remember when I tried to shoot your stupid assed brother? He came to our party to kick my ass! God did he run when I drew my gun. I was your hero for doing that to the brother who had violated your body. You had a son by another man, a brat who raised hell in our home, maybe if you would have given up your son, it might have lasted. After all, I hated the little bastard more than his asshole father. Why did I let your brother Sam and his Mexican wife live with us? I wanted to fuck Sam's lovely Mexican wife, so thin, warm. and delicate, she deserved more than your worthless brother, my cock deep inside of her. You never knew how I would stand behind her as she cooked breakfast tortillas rubbing my, cock against her sweet ass, hoping she would give in to me. She foolishly never did, and now I can't even remember her lovely name, I can still remember our sex, the tightness and warmth of your pussy. God! I miss all of that now that I'm a man alone, by my own cursed fault. They say when you dance with the devil, you have to pay the piper, Cindy, God damn it, at the time I never knew how much that would cost me. The devil's piper's price was way too far, too much for me to bear. You and your hang-ups got on my nerves, and finally drove me away. That doesn't mean that I have forgotten our short hot nights together, entwined in each other's frantic love making, working hard against each other in bliss. Sometimes, late in the darkness of night, I stroke and abuse myself and think of you. You were pure sex to me, Disneyland in our bed, what a hell of a wild ride we had! Do you ever think of me late in your lonely nights? LITTLE THINGS I am a teddy bear for you I want to be more let me be your toy your comfort and more cry on my shoulder let go of the pain only then can you start to share the joy of all of the days little things and lifes biggest love my soft fur is yours to hold and turn to for what you have yet to find in life it's closer than you can imagine. The Worst Kind of Love I know the worst kind of love that there is. Living in the shadow world of this love, day after day, my heart breaking in two. The worst kind of love is unrequited love. To live in love with someone who doesn't love you. Restless dreams of her haunt me, her face, her voice, memories of her love, wake me in the middle of the night, long lonesome dark night. Who said it is better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all, was a fool. Like me in my craziness to have let her go. Yesterdays A voice in the night calls me reflections of my past life fill my brain with loud noise. Musical disharmony of discontent I want to go back to make it better. Correct all mistakes right my wrongs and fight lost battles anew. Night holds a dark mirror to eyes that can't see a thing. With sick ignorance. weak willed self pity I'll whine then get my dress go drag forth and get drunk and if lucky laid. Sex is good for the soul it helps you to forget all yesterdays. PREVIOUS PAGE HOME PAGE robbie@siscom.net THE AUTHOR (ME) IS A MEMBER OF This page hosted by Get your own Free Home Page
Still the same old fucked up place here one less voice to remind us one less pen to chronicle it one less poet to call it as it is and shouldn't be. Civil Rights swallowed up by the moral majority right keep "them" in their place in the ghettos and tenements out of or sight, we need you. Cocks still search for a night's fun in bars and cars and homes never enough to go around America has a cock shortage even yours is now missed. The right wingers fly high today marijuana won't take them away and I can't use due to laws that imprison you for hurting no one, trying to escape. Television still tells us what to buy I forgive your part in that what we see isn't real but don't tell anyone that WCW is rigged, sacrilege! One less truth sharer and prophet to expose this plastic society to lead our heads where no head has gone before in a head trek to the light. Who will now rise up to fill a void left in our hearts, soul, and minds mindless thought they be heartless in the me-ness soullessness of the days? Poor sad little happy queer one who was never ashamed of who people said you should be instead, your heterosexual psychoanalytical trial failed, gladly. The wars still rage on foreign ground body bag makers still grow wealthy on account of foreign policy made by a group of old men who's wars kill young men. So much is new that nothing has changed brains are now washed with Prozac and modern lobotomy drugs and groups and therapy yet more people continue to grow sick. Fucking has been replaced by work work hard and fuck your life foreplay is getting into the mini-van and 3 bedroom house just sign on the line, get fucked. Beat has been beaten to death replaced with muzack and oldies listen but don't remember what we used to be about in youth vote for republicans, be right wing. Religion is something else again on T.V. and in churches love your fellow man as long as you aren't gay, but reject all of them who don't go to the same church as you do, they're all going to hell anyway. Allen, we miss you and are both sad and glad we are empty but you have sprouted out from this place leaving so much behind for us wit, wisdom, teaching, and always, the poetry!
Civil Rights swallowed up by the moral majority right keep "them" in their place in the ghettos and tenements out of or sight, we need you.
Cocks still search for a night's fun in bars and cars and homes never enough to go around America has a cock shortage even yours is now missed.
The right wingers fly high today marijuana won't take them away and I can't use due to laws that imprison you for hurting no one, trying to escape.
Television still tells us what to buy I forgive your part in that what we see isn't real but don't tell anyone that WCW is rigged, sacrilege!
One less truth sharer and prophet to expose this plastic society to lead our heads where no head has gone before in a head trek to the light.
Who will now rise up to fill a void left in our hearts, soul, and minds mindless thought they be heartless in the me-ness soullessness of the days?
Poor sad little happy queer one who was never ashamed of who people said you should be instead, your heterosexual psychoanalytical trial failed, gladly.
The wars still rage on foreign ground body bag makers still grow wealthy on account of foreign policy made by a group of old men who's wars kill young men.
So much is new that nothing has changed brains are now washed with Prozac and modern lobotomy drugs and groups and therapy yet more people continue to grow sick.
Fucking has been replaced by work work hard and fuck your life foreplay is getting into the mini-van and 3 bedroom house just sign on the line, get fucked.
Beat has been beaten to death replaced with muzack and oldies listen but don't remember what we used to be about in youth vote for republicans, be right wing.
Religion is something else again on T.V. and in churches love your fellow man as long as you aren't gay, but reject all of them who don't go to the same church as you do, they're all going to hell anyway.
Allen, we miss you and are both sad and glad we are empty but you have sprouted out from this place leaving so much behind for us wit, wisdom, teaching, and always, the poetry!
Here is a poem that I wrote for a very special woman who is a kindred spirit!
Far away, yet in tune we live together in our misery looking seeking that magic we need. You of the north, me south heartbeats are synchronized even though distance is between our needs for each other's love and care. Pain has held each of us tightly like a hated lover who never will just go but stays, remaining ours. I dream of you and of me the dreams wake me and I feel more pain because you're in pain and I know that we can ease each other's personal hell of pain. Northern woman I reach your heart and want more of you in my life to care for and comfort to hold and love away our hell, our shared pain. Southern man here lonely for you and needing you more than I can say. Will we ever be able to dream together in flesh? Will the north and south rise again together in love to burn each other's desires and purge our pain together? I pray at night to an empty sky bring her to me, bring her to me. So far, no response from above, will it always be like this? Northern woman of dreams my heart is yours for the asking, please ask.
You had that little something extra that drew me to you. You called it an Angel in your pocket, I called it sex. I knew you were a whore when I asked you to move in. It never mattered, especially when you told me of your brothers, how they had taken your body, fucked you when you were only a child. I understood your need for love as well as I knew some thing else, that I couldn't give you my emotions, beyond just fucking you, selfishly using you for my own personal sexual playground. I fucked you in many ways, too many ways, I even fucked your mind. You were hardened and tough but I softened you with my phoney tears. We shared a sexual joy together, so much so I couldn't bear to leave our bed. During the party to celebrate our cohabitation I had too much to drink, remember when I tried to shoot your stupid assed brother? He came to our party to kick my ass! God did he run when I drew my gun. I was your hero for doing that to the brother who had violated your body. You had a son by another man, a brat who raised hell in our home, maybe if you would have given up your son, it might have lasted. After all, I hated the little bastard more than his asshole father. Why did I let your brother Sam and his Mexican wife live with us? I wanted to fuck Sam's lovely Mexican wife, so thin, warm. and delicate, she deserved more than your worthless brother, my cock deep inside of her. You never knew how I would stand behind her as she cooked breakfast tortillas rubbing my, cock against her sweet ass, hoping she would give in to me. She foolishly never did, and now I can't even remember her lovely name, I can still remember our sex, the tightness and warmth of your pussy. God! I miss all of that now that I'm a man alone, by my own cursed fault. They say when you dance with the devil, you have to pay the piper, Cindy, God damn it, at the time I never knew how much that would cost me. The devil's piper's price was way too far, too much for me to bear. You and your hang-ups got on my nerves, and finally drove me away. That doesn't mean that I have forgotten our short hot nights together, entwined in each other's frantic love making, working hard against each other in bliss. Sometimes, late in the darkness of night, I stroke and abuse myself and think of you. You were pure sex to me, Disneyland in our bed, what a hell of a wild ride we had! Do you ever think of me late in your lonely nights?
I know the worst kind of love that there is. Living in the shadow world of this love, day after day, my heart breaking in two. The worst kind of love is unrequited love. To live in love with someone who doesn't love you. Restless dreams of her haunt me, her face, her voice, memories of her love, wake me in the middle of the night, long lonesome dark night. Who said it is better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all, was a fool. Like me in my craziness to have let her go.
A voice in the night calls me reflections of my past life fill my brain with loud noise. Musical disharmony of discontent I want to go back to make it better. Correct all mistakes right my wrongs and fight lost battles anew. Night holds a dark mirror to eyes that can't see a thing. With sick ignorance. weak willed self pity I'll whine then get my dress go drag forth and get drunk and if lucky laid. Sex is good for the soul it helps you to forget all yesterdays.
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