Escape from Las Vegas

When I was born I started to decay





Hello,
My life is a double feature. All kinds of terrifying horror and a lot of grabbing on by your date during the first feature...
and with the second feature we have a black and white French Indie film... kind of sad and not making a ton of sense.
Buy your tickets in advance folks.

The doubt is full on tonight.



This drink may kill you but I promise it can't bring on Jesus.

We are not found in this silent of silent film places.
Begging for a drink to quench our thirst and wet our parched lips.
Apply Poison.
Drink.
Repeat.
And the very best song just happens to hit on the juke box.
We fill the room with laughing corpses.
And the cowboys line dance around our twisted bodies.


A letter and a small white lie

"I got a letter in the mail the other day from the war department. It was addressed to my neighbor about 3 miles down the road. It was a letter stating that her son died serving his country and the government felt very badly about breaking the news this way, and of course about the death of her son. Usually, they send a representative from the war dept. but times were tough and they just couldn't find a rep in such a rural area. I knew the news would crush her and she had been in her death bed for the last two weeks. I don't know if this was the right thing to do but I put that letter in my safe and let his momma pass on thinking her beloved little boy was fighting heroically and alive, liberating the French from the Nazi's. After she had been buried I drove out to her grave and put that letter on top of her tombstone. I said a small prayer for both and drove home. I have never cried so hard in my life."












Goodnight and sweet dreams

Captain PirateFace

The dark churning water in my ocean of a heart.

Mad World
Gary Jules (cover of Tears for Fears)

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World
Mad world


Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World
Mad World
Enlarging your world
Mad World.






I knew an old woman who swallowed a fly...
I don't know why she swallowed the fly.....
Perhaps she'll die?





Confessions:
I shit blood.
I eat when bored.
Write bad poetry.
Can't decide if I still believe in God.
Hate one of my jobs.
Got yelled at by two supervisors in the job I hate today and it took my all not to let out a barrage of pirate-like curses... Those evil fucking bitch's.
I can't live up to my wife's expectations.
I really needed a friend today and called my wife and just could not bring herself to be nice to me so I got off the phone and sat in my office at the job I love letting my misery sink in.
We ignored each other most of this evening but before she went to bed she kissed me on the top of my head and I almost broke down into tears and told her, "That's all I wanted all day."
I live vicariously through younger co-workers at the job I hate giving them advice I never followed but should have so they never have the chance to grow up to be like me.
I am currently listening to Prince sing "The Beautiful ones", and enjoying the hell out of it.
I get up and breath and live all and only for my son.
I hope someone finds my shitty little poetry zine that I stuffed in the free magazines at Zia Records.
I am a very sad sea captain indeed...
My buried treasure is to just be loved.

I feel like I am left with a...............


Word.


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And here are some things not worth reading or really writing about...














This stupid thing

Balance this facade.
Should I choose chicken or steak?
Or misbehave and tear into the fish.
The last time I saw you smile...
I was foolish and brave and ready to fuck the world.
The last time I saw you smile...
I was foolish and brave and ready to fuck the world.
We had been deranged in love ready to leap into the sun...
now just deranged.
Wouldn't it be a riot if we prayed for one another before going to sleep?
Some things just cant be considered funny these days.


Night of the Lepus

I walked around my Grandmothers a full two weeks before Christmas.
Chewing on a plastic baby Jesus...
Now curiously missing from the manger.
"This is my flesh"....
Heh...
Yeah I guess so.
I hadn't been a complete fiend though, and found a Jesus stand in...
a little
plastic
rabbit."
"God bless us... every one"
But Tiny Tim never met me now did he?


The noise of my heart (as it winds down dying)

My charisma has bottomed out.
And whatever charm I used to posses is nil.
We get older.
We die a little bit and te skin falls off.
No more romance in the bones.
We leave you a shadow of a memory.
Twitching in a corner.










Goodnight/Morning

Love, The Captain.

tired and loving it?

Please wake me up....


before you



go
go



Goodnight

Captain PirateFace

Losing my way (in spite of the disco light...)

"Man In Black"

Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.

I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.

I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.

Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.

I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.



And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.

Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.

Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.

-Johnny Cash-
Last of the very true American Hero's

















No news...
Back home in hot as fuck sin city late, late sunday night.

Back to bills, work, and crap, crap, crap....

yipee.


love,

Captain PirateFace

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Devil and I

We sat there...
that motherfucker and I...
staring each other down.
Neither giving in.
Neither blinking.
I smiled and he just looked back, stone faced.
This went on for a good twenty minuets.
Reaching out I grab his right nipple and twist hard.
He lets out a girlish yelp and we both break down laughing.
The devil and I,
Laughing until the back of our heads hurt and tears roll down the face.
Breaking the silence a telephone rings and all is dead quiet.
All is serious.
And the night ends with the answering machine picking up to a hang up caller.


Testimonial

The crazy ones.
Love to hear themselves talk.
Not excluding myself of course.
The mission in life: Tell a fucked up "My life" story.
Pretend there is a humor to it and laugh like an idiot as the listening party sits shocked.
Hopefully when it's all over...
We all need the therapy.


going at it alone.

This body of mine.
Very clumsy and kind of fat.
Keeps me at bay.
I am the king and feigning intelligence.
Just ask me.
I sit on top of a gigantic metaphorical mountain,
waving to my friends...
my confidants...
my support system.
I wave and...
those bastards walk away.
I will brave the harsh lonely nights.
The words sharp as daggers dipped in a poison by every creature that spits them my way.
The contempt and hate given to me by so called family, friends, lovers, etc.
I will flex my fat and shield up with my pseudo intelligence.
Fight the good fight for the bad guy.
And somehow even when I am losing I will someday win.
At least once before you fuckers do me in.


Fire is burning

The last time I saw those eyes.
I died.
My heart flat lined and not a single soul saved me.
But, the hard part was...
Still walking around.
Pretending to live.
The food had no taste.
Music had no poetry and the poetry had a lack of music.
Color dropped off into a black, white and gray world.

Truth be known, I should have known better.

All love has ruined me.
I am no longer a man.
The poetry is gone from my heart.
The music is gone from my soul.
The color is washed away leaving me trapped in a perpetual silent film.
The taste of life is bland and I only swallow so I can keep walking.
Breathing.
Taking up space.
They will never love any of you as I loved you.
And they will never ruin for you.
They keep on living,
While I creep on...
A caricature of the living dead.


































Again.
I say..
Goodnight.
If you enjoyed tonights ramblings...
"Right on... Thanks, How woefully kind of you"
If not..
"I know someone you can go fuck....... yourself."

Captain PirateFace

two men enter, one man does not care.

Life sucks as usual.
Things need to end... "soon".
All I know are mosquito's.














i am so tired of being sad






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A happy poem for my cousin.

The sun is shining big and beautiful like the balls of a well liked king for all his subjects to see.
A cartoon cat holds my hand and we skip off to a grassy hill full of cotton candy tree's and naked women all saying,
"Come over here Johnny."
Money and Lemon drops rain down from the blue, blue sky and our grins are so wide and shiny we blind every angel in heaven.
God winks and the pool party begins.
Such a life!


Blessed are thee

My pockets are as empty as my childish heart.
The water of my soul is placid with dark horrible things lurking just beneath the surface.
And worst of all, I have forgotten the comforts of a simple, ordinary kiss.
What have I done?
Where has all the resounding, uplifting hope gone?
Down the well with pennies and pitiful wishes kiddo.
Sitting in cold dark water.


Breaking the ice

I have found you in the same room we both had thought empty.
Searching for our demon's, that have all been long gone for some time.
In the darkness we touch one another's face and feel something all to familiar.
A face wet with tears and mouths turned down into faces given way to disdain and sorrow.
Let me hold you for a moment.
Let me softly kiss those lips.
All selfish I assure you, as I am starved for human interaction.
We don't have to say anything.
Not a single word.
I understand this burden all to well.
Let me lighten that load as I shrug free from mine.
Dream with me tonight.
And lift this curse from one another as though it had forgotten to exist.



sleepytime

Rest this head on pillows.
Close those tired eyes and melt into this shared darkness.
Hold me tight and don't let go.
And, I swear to do the same...
I will not lose you.
Meet me in the middle of a pleasant dream.
Goodnight.






































































Boo!














































Answer: Captain PirateFace





p.s.

the heart of man? Ha! Lies and trechary!

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.
We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.

-Charles Bukowski-

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Checked out Niagra Falls today... Pretty fookin' cool eh? I actually enjoyed it quite a bit. Not much else as of now, so be good and eat your God damned Vegetables!

______________________________________ Sobriety in life.

The "Winning" has stopped.
And this "losing" has become a sad, tired joke.
Go ahead and laugh though...
I usually end up doing just that before crying.


Setting the spirit free and waiting patiently (If not a tad bit worried) for it's return.

This night while debating myself into yet another stupor...
I pulled out the venom and injected.

The ghosts came on strong and I swung and batted away at invisible forces...

scaring my love away.
I walked on the beach where the sand bar meets ocean.
Where the ocean meets forever.
Bottle of beer in one hand cracked open and half drunk.
Bad poetry in the other, crumpled up into sad little wads in the other.
Always willing to get rid of a burden I deserted one...
and finished the flat beer while disapearing into a very strange and rediculouse evening.
Before I lay down with those same damn ghosts to talk out our differences and make an offenseive plan against our demons,
I grabbed the first beautiful woman and kissed her full on the mouth.
We both had our moment.
Crying and laughing like two lunatics.
When will somebody drive a stake through the heart of this madness?




F-U

Captain PirateFace