The best thing about life, Is knowing you put it together

"They look like big strong hands... don't they?"

Water rolls down the skin like tiny beads..
Eyes close so that they might see.
Illum tangendo (touching him)
This sun is a star in someone else's sky
Illum tangendo (touching him)
This moon is making someone cry...
Illum tangendo (touching him)

Captain PirateFace say's "Ahoy!"

Captain PirateFace say's "Ahoy!"
Updated by, Captain PirateFace

The Captain

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This is not an Exit

Never Say Die!!!





























"the tigers have found me
and I do not care."

Charles Bukowski

there is no fear here

there is no fear here
there is a fear here

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

I, swimming against the tide... am being washed out to sea...







"Every time you close your eyes.."
-Arcade Fire-




So Kiddo's, if you want that promised book of poetry and prose (ten pages jam packed with the ramblings of a sick and desperate man) please mail a check, money order or cash in the amount of $10 to:

Captain PirateFace
4630 Koval Ln
Unit 62B
Las Vegas, Nv
89109

and of course please check out my e-bay listings, just look up the seller: captpirateface or look at the last desperate blog I put on here for direct links to the auctions. I really need the $$ kid's.
Things are bad and this time I have no secret weapon to making things work out just fine. I am looking at losing a lor of things here.

Sorry about all the begging for $$, but if you were in my shoes I think this is more honorable then other ways to acquire funds.

enough of this shite now then eh?
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So, not much as of late... Thanksgiving is upon us, or as I like to call it the "Kiss the family's collective butt-athon". And I get to add just a wee bit more weight to my fat ass. yippee.
If anybody wants to throw out another title for poem or "title's" for "poem's", I will be happy to write a poem to accompany the title you give me... why? It was fun to do the first time and I think it would be fun again. That is all I got right now... see ya later.


Arcade Fire's

"My Body Is A Cage"

My body is a cage
that keeps me
From dancing with the one I love
But my mind holds the key My body is a cage
that keeps me
From dancing with the one I love
But my mind holds the key

I'm standing on a stage
Of fear and self-doubt

It's a hollow play

But they'll clap anyway

My body is a cage
that keeps me
From dancing with the one I love
But my mind holds the key

You're standing next to me

My mind holds the key

I'm living in an age

That calls darkness light

Though my language is dead
Still the shapes fill my head
I'm living in an age
Whose name I don't know

Though the fear keeps me moving
Still my heart beats so slow

My body is a cage
that keeps me
From dancing with the one I love
But my mind holds the key
You're standing next to me

My mind holds the key
My body is a
My body is a cage
We take what we're given

Just because you've forgotten
That don't mean you're forgiven
I'm living in an age

That screams my name at night

But when I get to the doorway

There's no one in sight

My body is a cage
that keeps me
From dancing with the one I love
But my mind holds the key
You're standing next to me

My mind holds the key

Set my spirit free
Set my spirit
free
Set my body free


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I am not asleep

I place an outspread hand on
the usual cold of the street.
Concrete that feels familiar,
as I have laid my face
miserable and drunk on it's uncaring cold man made earth.

And some days, the lunatic in me...

the closet dope fiend in me...

Misses the hell out of the familiar feeling of going nowhere.

Rather that feeling then what sick desperate feeling I live with now...

Falling down.



The get up and go of routine and doing not that much and/or... nothing.


Been standing in hallways again... Listening tot he death rattle of nervous decaying air conditioning units. Picking at baby scabs and counting out the grown up scars. And playing psychic as to how many more will cover this terrible man's terrible body. And as you can see... or guess... I am just not all there. Like a ghost that refuses to "not" be seen. They notice me in half conscious realization's. And the day I disappear they will whisper in those hallways I once stood... sometimes proud, sometimes half dead... "What ever happened to that guy?" And nobody will have that answer.


Damn shoes and the death penalty

I am on the run.
My
shoes
killed a man.

And I am
attached
to my
shoes...
as we
run into the night.
we are the perfect
pair.
And when we get caught will I get the
comfort
I have now while walking to the electric chair?
Will my
shoes make it to the burial?
Does rubber melt when you fry?



reaching the sea

I don't want to talk anymore.
But I will write soon.
Stuff messages into green glass beer bottles
and drop them into your bath water while you relax unaware.
Some will be eloquent, poetic and beautiful.
Some with just a huge sharpie S.O.S.
And some will just be blank...
(meaning that at that time I have nothing to say).
And the important ones will be dropped of a pier
in the darkest hours of late night early morning.
Those will be the ones you will really want/need to read.
But the ocean will swallow them whole
and neither of us will ever have a decent conversation ever again...


A message of hope... save it for the dying.

I have finished up with hope.
I cant hear it anymore.
I am now deaf to you hopes...
Your loves.
I am infected with a low survival probability.
My stage curtain has closed and there is no clapping...
no audience.
Filling up with bad news and regrets and the always looming and angry doom.
Lest we forget that sharp little pain that cut's right htrough the center of our hearts.
I sign on the dotted line that I give in...
Good luck to the rest of you, I hope your strength keeps hope alive where my cowardice just shoveled the last bit of earth on it's shallow grave.



Good Night and let those fucking bed bug's bite!
THEY ARE DAMN HUNGRY... SELFISH PRICK!


Captain Pirateface

2 comments:

Benjamin Hall said...

Some titles, Pick one:

"The secret of my self-pity"

"The asshole is better than the mouth hole"

"If 1+1=2, why do you keep kicking me in the nuts?"

Enjoy my friend. Good luck with your money woes.

Anonymous said...

You always say that you want feedback on your poetry, so I hope you wont hate me for giving you some.

I really, REALLY like that poem "Reaching the Sea", the only part of it that kinda seemed out of place to me was where you put (meaning that at that time I have nothing to say).
Only because you are explaining yourself and it seems strange. I understood it without you explaining it, and it just seems like it would work better if you didnt explain it.

Please dont hate me. Im totally not saying you should change it or anything, it was just the feeling I got when I read it. Kinda like it was moving along so well, and then that one spot to explain what you were trying to say. I dunno, just kinda seemed out of place to me.

But yeah, I really love that one a lot.

I swear, Im so envious of the way you write. Always have been.

<3

How can you save me when you can't save yourself?

"nothing can save
you
except
writing.
it keeps the walls
from
failing."

Charles Bukowski