sensative punk denial

a tired man whose had a plan encouraging children into blind dispair a dignified horrified mother sucks her bottle down without care too many men have died from sin without having never lived and all the god's have sacrificed for them to be forgiven we've got causes that have no clause nor moral value the sun is rotten the moon is cheese so how bout you the tired man sleeps like a king

while we all sit here suffering I think I'll fall in love and trick my soul to believe that my plate is full don't dispair the god's are here to take care of all the pain inside the veins we bleed outside our stares

Desolate, immigrant, disenfranchised
child's soul burned at the stake
missing the view of the once rabid lake
she's lost as a mummy
indignant and insufficient
means have no meaning
sense has never been made
only sensed

evil genius inside your subconcious(more like a story than a poem)

So, the rain that has forsaken this pain staken brain, sucks the life out of its evil veins. I fantasize about the demonisized but words are all you see. I took one life and ate the children of sickened millions as your government laughs at you. Your children starving, your hearts craving the currency your enemies use to burn you at your soul. I've erased this place and replaced it with a smiling face of heroin whores and wagon wheel horses. I compliment the strong who often don't belong and as we race beyond the bliss once again my loneliness longs for the hot sting of the hypodermic needle, the only time I can feel.

ok, so now your depressed. Sorry, here's a nice piece of cheese

Butterflies that hypnotize

the sun shines through the picnic glass
as children and elders play
frolicking through the playground grass
<------- birds ring through as if to say

the rain has washed away the pain
on this simple summer day
the tree's whisper the winds delight
crickets chirp through out the night
and mention the butterflies that hypnotize
begging for you to realize
life is simple in its complexity
embrace your taste through sexuality
and as the night sky covers the hemisphere
the mohawk teenage brigade embraces a case of beer
the crickets lull them into their slumber
they too are vulnerable to lifes nurchering cover

Maturity of aliens in their own land modified

The current flooded this towns dreams with rain and pain in the insane mondane face of inconsequential fame. The fish ran often and fierce as homes and vehicles make like giant stones. Cattle floated downstream dreaming and screaming aloud. Silenced then, were the cheerful children induced by the rumbling thunder of the once busy trains that passed daily. Standing amidst the mist in the flood covered streets with the sun burning its rays through the thick headed clouds. The mail delivered to those whose luck keeps them dry by boat. Scrounging for food with hungry mouths to feed, natures tears embraced the pain felt since time began in this little town. A mention of success, a wishful surpression of reality, gave the people a facade to bury their busy heads in. As the water slowly evaporated back into god's great sky, tears of joy fell now from each commoners eyes. The tears rained from face to floor, lifes viscous cycle opened the skies as she began to pour. Indifferent to all of our selfish wants, the world asks not to be forgiven. Only to be embraced by our race as is in all of nature in it's keen sense of maturity.

lie down

I think I'll lie down
Give up and die now
crashing to the perilous ground
fucked up by what I've found
why don't you quiet down
why isn't your desire bound

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sorry, its very new and just came to me today, (june 7, 2001). Here's a little somethin from Thom:
hunting bears
Thom did once write the following on not scared:
bears
giant bears
they will eat me and you
run back to the house before they catch us
wee hee hee cant catch me
were going on a bear hunt.

Here is thom writing just