the sky weeps openly

I don't want to sink a level.



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The angels

They all have weary tongues
and bright, seamless souls.
And a yearning (as for sin)
sometimes goes through their dream.

They all seem so alike;
in God's garden silent they remain,
like many, many intervals
in his power and melody.

Only when their wings spread out,
are they the awakeners of a wind:
as if God with his broad hands
of a sculptor went through the pages
of the beginning's dark book.

R.M. Rilke

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This Friday is the next "First Friday" in Downtown Las Vegas. Look for my wife's amazing art. Her art to me is like looking into a nightmare with innocent eyes. I will be there as well whoring my D.I.Y. Flyer's out to the masses to get traffic to this ridiculous Blog. I hope all are doing well. All you night hobs and alley cats. I am changing schools come next Thursday. The school I am moving to is a behavioral school (i.e. Children sent there for Weapons, Drugs, Violence). I am a bit nervous, not due to the kids... I can handle them. But nervous to meet new co-workers. Anyhow, Nothing really interesting tonight except for a few poetic rambles. The poet rambles on until he decides or gets told to... "Shut the fuck up."

p.s.

I miss all my beautiful cousins... I know, that you know I will always be here to protect and love all of you. Physically I would give most a run for there money. But you lovely girls... all of you... it gets very lonesome without you all to protect this wandering mind. I love and miss you all.


p.p.s.

Jon Giddinge, you brilliant bastard! I love this wording... "-Currently I am working with "Pornography on the Radio", a poetry blog having nothing to do with pornography. We are converting one of the poems into a short film."
..taken from 100 Watt Productions .

(That's Jon Giddinge on the left ladies... and yes he is single!)

and away we go...

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I wish…

I wish she knew me.
I wish she loved me.
I wish I was dead.
I wish I was alive.
I wish…
she cared.
I could get help.
I was a normal person.
that for just one moment I could truly smile again.
that my first love wouldn’t have broken my heart so badly.

the unwilling idiot

here is a story.
It’s about me.
I never grew up.
I never got past the temper tantrums.
past the deep depression.
the romantic love.
the addictive personality.
the loser complex.
some people are lucky.
I am just… me.
the unwilling idiot.
cursed and blessed in one fucked up package.

taking the fun out of us (you)

she breaks my heart, without even blinking.
And times like this, I promise you…
she truly hates me.
All I want is compassion and empathy.
She threw that out a long time ago.
I now pine away for the lover she used to be.
And she probably does the same of me.
In a perfect world we would just stop.
But being too stubborn, we both refuse to budge.
We deserve eachother and all the battle damage we will inflict.

Life of the super Pirate

I have…
My good hand on the keyboard.
My hook picking in my nose.
Off my meds again…
am I?
Searching for porn and finding an empty sad look on every girls face.
Acting sane and pretending crazy.
Suffering crazy and losing sanity.
Skull and crossbones…
my arms up high wrapped around my head…
skull and crossbones.
sex drugs complications.
My flag high…
for all to see.
My treasure is plagued and haunted.
Want to take a good look?
Sail with me into the black midnight.
And please try not to scream when all is silent
and you think I just touched you.
I wait for the weather to break and along with it my heart.
Drama on the high sea’s.
“Yo Ho, Yo Ho a Pirate’s life for me.”
We are in this together as the boat sinks and we gasp for air.
Our paper masks sogging and tearing with every shallow wave.

The world doesn’t seem so damn bad (When looking into your eyes)

Dancing with you tight in my arms.
Your green eyes looking into mine.
Such a serious little face you have.
But I know you are just studying my expressions before committing to yours.
My little angel.
My love of my life.
My little boy.
My Gabriel.
And even when the music stops and your Daddy needs a rest…
you protest to being put down.
Giving me the strength to go on, just a little longer.
And it’s worth every second.

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Goodnight...

Captain Pirate Face