Posts Tagged ‘life’

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art by jackson pollock

 

 

Curse this rotten world

Of loneliness and pain

Life just life still going on

Suffering starts again

Curse this useless life

This cancerous callous maze

Forever lost bearing the cost

Of endless bad decisions

Curse this talk of hate

Rage and rushing poison

Life like a barbed wire caresses

Death like a sensuous kiss

Curse this rotten world

A frenzy of delusion

Let all things rot inside themselves

To perfect their confusion

Curse this rotten earth

Like a harlot giving birth

Curse the threat of danger

And the fist in the face

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Gone

Posted: October 7, 2017 in poetry
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michelle

And now you’re gone

And I didn’t expect you to go so quickly

And you were such a caring loving lady

With such a good heart

And I wish we could have worked it out

So I could have save you

But I couldn’t save you

You seemed to want to go

And now you’re gone

And the world seems empty

Pretty girl with cats’ eyes

Now you’re gone forever

easy

 

Take it easy man
No need for crippling shenanigans
No need to shake your bits at women in hats
Or post a picture of your ass to the queen
No need to ramble incoherently in alleyways
Or fulminate at the news
Take it easy man
There has to be an answer to these frenzied puzzle pieces
There has to be a rational reason for the madness
There has to be purpose in fractal craziness
There has to be something meaningful lurking under the beer mats
Or it would be nice if there was something meaningful
Take it easy man
I suspect there is nothing but acres of no purpose
And piles of inconsequential rambling
If you look deeply into the house of mirrors that we call life
And stroke yourself sufficiently
You will realize that your existence is a fart in the breeze

 

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Cones make patterns in my brain

Cones will never fuck your veins

Cones make music shimmer and sing

Cones make life a better thing

Cones make sex a funky thrill

Cones are much more fun than pills

Cones will clear up your depression

Cones will help your self-expression

Cones are crumbly, cones are green

Cones will never make you mean

Cones have brought me stoner friends

Cones will make your suffering end

his_messy_room_by_ibrahimamr

He  turned around and said
“Life is passing me by
And soon I will die
I seem to be having a problem with my lifestyle
Sitting in the detritus of my life
Festering away in daydreams
Counting ear weasel delusions
Breaking wind and smoking bongs
Mired in mental excrement
Emitting waste and crap all over the floor
Beer bottles, Energy drink cans
Empty cigarette butts, filthy plates
Life at an easy pace in subterranean sickness
Sorrowing, breathing, dying inside
Snapping time into chunks with cigarettes
Watching TV
Dicking around on the iphone
Waiting for something to happen”

bowie
Ah the transcendent bastardry of life
The way a wonderful woman is always over the horizon and unobtainable
The way jealously poisons friendship
The way pretension ruins talent
The way everything reduces to blood, spit and unfulfilled desires
The way ugly old people always look so sad
The way youth festers and crumbles into middle aged mediocrity
The way my younger brother died of unknown causes in Laos
The way the Star-man never descends from the sky to take us away from this painful earth
The way David Bowie is dead
The way I can’t tell the crazy from the sane
The way the stars are pin-cushioning my brain
The way the voices of hell are in my head
The way I lie each night in an empty bed
The way it is not the way I want Universe to be
But maybe the problem is me

river

The river crawls glacially
Glass reflections reiterating of surrounding bush
Eucalyptus trees lean over water
Glistening sunlight ripples
Cool depths calling out
A a barramundi flicks the surface and willow branches caress water
A Paperbark like an old man’s hand on the edge
Reflections of the burnt holes like evil empty eyes
A dragonfly buzzes an erratic line across the water, occasionally hovering
Occasionally a kookaburra celebrates the day with glorious cackles
Red dirt desert all around but here there is life
Life embracing life and surging through the pores of reality
Watch out for Crocs!

morrissey

Cold metal silence
Time stumbles on thick moments
Broken coffee cups
Dirty plates fester
Full ashtrays
Piggies rustling in their cage
Solitary fly sneaked in through an open door
Ease into the armchair
Such exquisite relaxation
Lower back muscles loosen
Roll a smoke
Inhale
Exhale
Coughing fit
Curlicues of smoke from mouth
Light incense
Smoke from cigarette and incense forms spiral staircases to nowhere
Bored
More melancholy than depressed
But not uncomfortable
Time for a Morrissey album

IMG_3764 Hierapolis, the necropolis

Mouldy loam envelopes bones
Alone and cold like a dead frog
Soaked in ghosts and maudlin memory
Rot and worms and festering bone dreams

Under drooping trees, topped with moist graceful grass
In a hoary necropolis with legions of dead
A skeleton waits for resurrection
Humble bones longing for new flesh

No stone marks the place of the bones
Too poor to afford a tombstone or plaque
Unremarkable life, unremarkable death
Mediocre till his last breath

The soil is weighing heavy and pervasive
Wood of the coffin rots into earth
The bones all alone while sun spears sky
Just like the other bones waiting to die

The Bridge

Posted: September 30, 2014 in poetry
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bridge
There’s the dead weight of death on my shoulder,
And a rainbow of love in my heart’s secret room.
In between life and death we’re on a bridge passing over in a slow pilgrimage.
Sometimes we step through the rungs of the decrepit bridge and we feel lost in a disastrous fall:
The horrid jaws of degeneracy gape and we feel like we could plummet,
But sometimes we dance across the rungs without regard for falling and miraculously stay upright.
Always we must keep going and never look down into the maw of depravity.
Always trying to avoid becoming obsessed with death.
We must keep our eyes on the other side where eternity is waiting and we will be freed from these putrefying bodies.