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

Sunday, December 13, 2009

and on and on and on and on and on and on.....


I can only update at me madre's for the time being as I have no internets.

Love

Captain PirateFace



she knows the night
and it is affecting her mood.
she smiles slight and evil and sarcasm drips from her every word.
Blank stares past my skin, blood and bones.
Through my soul...
and I know she really see's me.
Her touch is ice
just like that stare
just like that soul.
she is the only woman I have ever truly deserved.
Evil and cruel
and dying for the oppertunity to make me feel it all.







And I don't know this reality anymore

tiger cats eating my brain
scratching and
pickin.
I stand in a candel lit bathroom
smelling her perfume, her scent
all while missing her
(and realize it's actually creepy to be doing this)
This makes me laugh out loud
as I write these silly damn words.
I want to high 5 everyone on earth.
I want to kiss soft lips and feel the bulge grow in my pants.
It's raining now and things feel hopefull.

I hope.

Love, Guts and a fucked up raw piece of steak.

Captain PirateFace

Saturday, December 12, 2009





Atomic Cowboy

Oh Atomic Cowboy
You ride on through the night
Oh Atomic Cowboy
You stay brightly lit by the radiation.
Oh Atomic Cowboy
Even you horse is hardcore
not slightly bothered by an atomic blast.
Oh Atomic Cowboy
Keep kickin' up dust trails pardner!





Don't stare at me bastard.
she looked at me and winked.
I winked back smooth as can be...
"I got a nervous tick you insensitive fuck!
Don't stare at me bastard!"
I thought to myself...
"my bad".




where have all the gentlemen gone?
All the woman huddled together crying and sobbing
longing for the days of opened doors and
surprise flower deliveries.
all the boys grow up fierce and cruel and eager for the taste
of blood.
The men too damn lazy to teach them how to
care.
I open the door for her, she walks past me ghostly and beautiful...
and doesn't even fucking say thank you.





Captain PirateFace
damn I have missed the hell out of writing.

hello how ya been?

Been focusing on life lately, got a car. getting new apartment.
Things have been rough but good.


should have some new poems for ya tomorrow night as I have been writing again.



yay.



miss you all

captain pirateface

Sunday, October 25, 2009

________________________________

i don't even know why i am trying anymore.





maybe i wont.












































maybe I will just give it all up.

eat me whole

"Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, because I'm the biggest bastard in the valley."

-Allen Klein-

tired and bored

tired and bored.

these three words describe my current frame of mind to a tee.

if you have stumbled upon this blog due to my shitty renegade D.I.Y.
flyer-ing
............
sorry about the lack of recent content. but you can always dip into the madness of former posts. Lately I have been reading on such uplifting topics as serial killers and the Holocaust. Yeah I know what yer thinking...
"Hey stupid! If your so damn sad all the time stop reading depressing shit!"
yeah... i know.

I saw "Where The Wild Things Are", what an amazing film. Very beautifully filmed and very deep story. I cried like a bitch about 5 times, so the average person may squirt out some tears once or twice. Not only was the movie great but the soundtrack was just as amazing. All songs were done by Karen O (Of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs) and the kids. Good stuff.

Gabriel lost a baby tooth and the one right next to it is on the way, he looks so fucking cute. I told him he now has "Pirate" Teeth.

Oh on a shitty note my apartment was broke into, they stole my PS3 but mostly took my room mate Laura's stuff. It sucked a load of ass. And at the end of November I will be moving in somewhere else... where? Somewhere.

Still planning on the whole, best 100 Halloween songs so don't give up on me just yet.

And should have some new poems to you soon, if you like that sort of whiny shit... slowly breaking away from that wicked writers block.

Well, that's all I got fer right now. No silly crazy pics or odd and oddly shitty poetry. just a check in and a fade out.

Love

Captain PirateFace

Sunday, October 11, 2009

no contact through the cosmos

so much to say,
so little time.
I need a wireless internet thingy.
The one you plug in and it finds connections...
yeah.
then updates will flood in.


Love Captain PirateFace

Sunday, September 13, 2009

so...here is some song lyrics.

feelin' a bit... bluesy.
a bit Bright Eyes-E.

Peace

Captain PirateFace


Bright Eyes

Easy/Lucky/Free

did it all get real, i guess it's real enough
they got refrigerators full of blood
another century spent pointing guns
at anything that moves
sometimes i worry that i've lost the plot
my twitching muscles tease my flippant thoughts
i never really dreamed of heaven much
until we put him in the ground
but it's all i'm doing now
listening for patterns in the sound
of an endless static sea
but once the satellite's deceased
it blows like garbage through the streets
of the night sky to infinity
but don't you weep (don't you weep for them)
there is nothing as lucky
don't you weep
there is nothing as lucky, as easy, or free

don't be a criminal in this police state
you better shop and eat and procreate
you got vacation days then you might escape
to a condo on the coast
i set my watch to the atomic clock
i hear the crowd count down 'til the bomb gets dropped
i always figured that there'd be time enough
i never let it get me down
but i can't help it now
looking for faces in the clouds
i got some friends i barely see
but we're all planning to meet
we'll lay in bags as dead as leaves
all together for eternity
but don't you weep
there is no one as lucky
honey, don't you weep
there is nothing as lucky, as easy, or free

Tuesday, September 08, 2009

so.

life has changed, dramatically.

I will update in detail later but just to give you a peak...

I was almost arrested and put into a psyche ward for a 72hour hold.

I have stopped taking drugs and drinking and am now going to Narcotics Anonymous.

will that chase some of you readers away????


love

captain pirateface

Sunday, August 30, 2009

wtf?

why do I get into trouble when all I want is to be loved?

































fuck you all and goodnight.

Captain PirateFace

Saturday, August 22, 2009

i look like a pirate

one of my back teeth fell out.

i am going to end up "really" looking like my moniker.


Luv

Capn' PirateTeeth.... I mean Face.

damn.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

wtf?

i am sooooo

over dramatic.

ever get the feeling you are being watched by complete strangers?

wink wink





captain pirateface

Monday, August 17, 2009

.....

.this all fucking sucks.

I am not a great man but I don't deserve to live in a daily living hell.


I can't stop crying anymore.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Saturday, August 15, 2009

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i know who i am...
who the hell am i again?

i know that i beg at moons for some kind of amazing answer.
and find god staring down at me with a shit eating grin and the moon wedged gently between his ass.
i know i feel like tearing apart living things and weeping sadly at their very sad demise.
i know that i left my parachute in the plain when when i fucking jumped.
and now the beautiful earth is rushing up at me waiting to lick and taste my fresh splattered guts that shot out of my ass.
i can't eat.
i can't sleep.
i will only nightmare and night terror.
thrash in my sleep like one possessed until my heart finally breaks for the last time....
again.








when will i smile again?
fuck if i know and stop asking.

thank you for tearing out my insides and leaving me here
with this stupid ass look on my face shaking my head and my tears to the ground in giant ant drowning puddles.
my feelings have been not hurt but killed.
i still love you
and i hope you know that.
still loving all the others but you more than any other.
i hope your loneliness drives you to find me again.

nobody home

glass

I used to be sharp.
A teeny bit quick witted.
like
glass.
Now,
I have been
dulled down
soft
by the restless ocean waves.
I am drowning and there is no one there to save me.
Oh God I am scared.
alone.
stupid.
I can already feel the steel in my heart.
killing me.
breaking me
like glass.

running up that hill




"Running up that hill"
By Kate Bush and Amazingly covered by Placebo


It doesn't hurt me.
You wanna feel how it feels?
You wanna know, know that it doesn't hurt me?
You wanna hear about the deal I'm making?
You be running up that hill
You and me be running up that hill

And if I only could,
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building.
If I only could, oh...

You don't wanna hurt me,
But see how deep the bullet lies.
Unaware that I'm tearing you asunder.
There's a thunder in our hearts, baby.
So much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me, we both matter, don't we?

You, be running up that hill
You and me, be running up that hill
You and me won't be unhappy.

And if I only could,
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building,
If I only could, oh...

C'mon, baby, c'mon, c'mon, darling,
Let me steal this moment from you now.
C'mon, angel, c'mon, c'mon, darling,
Let's exchange the experience, oh...'

And if I only could,
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
With no problems

'If I only could, be running up that hill.'











Dying inside,
Captain PirateFace

done

i will no longer be taking my depression meds.

i will no longer care about anything.

I give up and am done.




a pathetic Captain PirateFace

Monday, June 29, 2009

ahhh the sound of silence.


Col. Kurtz
-The horror.... The horror...-



I find that most of the time I am surrounded by the shadiest of people in the shadiest of places. Yap.









dancing in the neon glow of sin city and it endless army of festering idiots.

I fear the masses eating at their buffet's and gambling their children's future away.
The heat and the grit and the dirt and the filth just clings onto you in the desert city of Las Vegas.
Our children find pure boredom in the 115 degree heat.
And take to pure horror show for enjoyment.
The days of ding dong ditch are over my friends.
Kermit the frog is irrelevant.
Our toys are all broken and bleached by the unforgiving sun.
I look out into the desert and imagine rolling blue waves of the California ocean.
Not a chance.
I am stuck here in hell.
The hell that spawned Wayne Newton and Star Wars slut machines.
And no that isn't a mistake... I did say "Slut" machines.
Sleep well world as I promise to sweat my balls off in my lonely small roomed apartment soon.




Luv

Captain PirateFace















Friday, June 26, 2009

A trip down memory lane.

Speaking like I am all dramatic and shit...
on a rainy day.

This was after my wife left me.

Come on Gina let's get this divorce stuff done yo!


BTW Bitchez

Battles is fooking amazing!


Also, I am on Twitter now (or as I like to call it...the fall of mankind)

Add me for my tweets, just look me up as CaptPirateFace


Peace Love and Herpes.

wait that ain't right.

It took the Death of Michael Jackson to lure me out...


So, first and foremost the "King of Pop" is dead.

sniffle.

sniffle.

boo-fucking-hoo.


I just can't get upset when a pedophile dies.
And probably died due to drug abuse.
(which if I am wrong... my bad... but he is still a dead pedophile.)












So how is all of my two or three readers doing these days.
I am right now without a summer job and scared as shit for my terrible money situation.

otherwise I will say for those close to me...
I have been living clean.

I have been drinking a little bit but hey nobody is perfect.


I have been thinking of giving up my writing of poetry.
I still write it now but have been thinking about what the point is anymore.
Nobody ever says "Hey, John write anything new lately?"
so fuck it.




You know who I am sad about dying?
Ed McMahon and Farrah Fawcett.
Those two were very talented and they didn't diddle kids either.








Man I miss writing, even when it's a short update.

Captain PirateFace













































these days that drag me down heart and soul

Bank has scooped away the car and the money is short.
I watch movies and music videos to kill the boredom.
I felt this sting before only this one is much worse.
painfully, I feel gutted these days.
trying to capture a youth gone sour and wild.
old man playing at being young and just being a fat ass embarrassment.
The pool get's empty late at night and I find I am swimming alone.
always swimming alone.



She cried and I played dead too damn long.

I got the casket nice and cheap
I didn't want to pay too much to fake my own death.
I got the mortician in on the plot to get rid of my fucking crazy girlfriend.
So I laid there in the coffin real still on the day of my funeral and she came up blubbering and sobbing.
I got so bored with the mess and fell asleep.
Next day I woke up to a cold small box and the worms dropping down through my shitty cheap coffin.
And I guess I must be really fucked then.
I mean hell...
I'm not the chick from "Kill Bill".





P.S.

I love this picture...
does it make me kinda gay?

Monday, April 27, 2009

cd's anybody?

Did a random placed cd bring you to this blog?

if so leave a comment and tell me what you think?

Thursday, April 23, 2009

I go walkin' after midnight...

tonight.

red red wine.
laughter.
horror films.
food.
forgetting.
letting go.
taking in.
falling.
failing.

it's gonna be beautiful god damn it.


Love Captain PirateFace

I sit down when I pee

So I got life by the scroat.
booyaakashaw...

pimp daddy>?

the fall

Ministry
-The Fall-

Take this invitation
Bishops queen to pawn
All of us were taken
All that was is gone
Of this information
Shames us one and all
Wheres my compensation?
Watching others fall
Welcome to the fall
Everything is useless
Nothing works at all
Nothing ever matters
Welcome to the fall

morning quote for thursday fucking morning


Enjoy your day you mad cap mother fuckers.


luv

Captain PirateFace




"There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don't live up until their death. They don't honor their own lives, they piss on their lives. They shit them away. Dumb fuckers. They concentrate too much on fucking, movies, money, family, fucking. Their minds are full of cotton. They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them. Their brains are stuffed with cotton. They look ugly, they talk ugly, they walk ugly. Play them the great music of the centuries and they can't hear it. Most people's deaths are a sham. There's nothing left to die. "






-Charles Bukowski-

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

How the lovely people treat me at my lovely work.

a poem to express my annoyance.









They break

Open minded and somewhat slow.We are the eternal rag tag crew, off to the side…
Swallowing our pride and taking the random punch to the face.Then we write shitty little poems about the experience.
We are grown men and women pathetically holding on to youth.
We are grown and treated like children by our equals and betters.There is no respecting this diseased outfit of strangers, weirdo’s and losers.
But I am sick of laying my pride, heart and soul at your feet to trample upon.And although my people live poorly and enjoy the stranger aspects of life we love more fiercely than you could even begin to understand.
You old women and oppressive degree holders.
You haters of music art and poetry.
I hope your Hell is well lit.
And I hope you are given a mirror to watch yourself burn.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

I'm not sleeping... cold wind blowing....


My friends and bitter enemies I swear I have yet to give up the Ghost....
I have been worse off than I have felt in a long time.
My days are painfully sad and depressing.
But I think I am ready for a change...

we shall see...







contact Captain PirateFace for a random telephone encounter!!!
702-624-2380










here be some shite...




whiny day

Listless dreamer
always a little bit
sad.
always a little bit
perturbed.
Always in search for the faded
and dreamy sleep
one so damn hopeless such as I
crave and beg for.
piss and moan.
piss
and
moan.




Home Sweet Home

a hollow place...
where I can perfect my callow ways.
A dark place where my heartbeat slows down to a crawl.
And I sit staring at scary images on the television set...
black and white films filling my emptying head.
Did I tell you I am dying?




Mr. Death

Jumped by Mr. Dead...
walking around town
bloated and blue
and in an almost
"ghostly" daze.
Eyes sunk back
and lips curled showing
off your lifetime of
dental work
and
your winning smile.















peace out.

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