Pan-Galactic Love
Me and the guys were crushing the among the stars
When I meet the female of my dreams
Three green eyes, four purple arms, hair down to there.
She was the the only one for me
No matter the distance between
our hearts can't count the light years between,
The physical bodies of our planets,
Our mortal forms, or carbon shells.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Untitled/unfinished
Our new poet laureate use their mic in place of pen
Scratched records and jumping beat in place of blank page
Reappers, DJs, Spinnders of the Hip-Hop Tunes
The prose has become that of the language of the street
Drugs, Death ever present in the hands of gangsters
Ballads of their life, full of bitches and hoes.
Scratched records and jumping beat in place of blank page
Reappers, DJs, Spinnders of the Hip-Hop Tunes
The prose has become that of the language of the street
Drugs, Death ever present in the hands of gangsters
Ballads of their life, full of bitches and hoes.
Friday, February 19, 2010
To Be a Geek
What makes us a Geek?
Does it run in our blood,
Or is that the Dew?
The chatter of dice,
Our character on sheets?
Or is it more then all that,
Something to bind us
in the darkness.
That all is part of what we are
Geeks through and trough
now you mentioned some dew.
It's in the fridge.
Does it run in our blood,
Or is that the Dew?
The chatter of dice,
Our character on sheets?
Or is it more then all that,
Something to bind us
in the darkness.
That all is part of what we are
Geeks through and trough
now you mentioned some dew.
It's in the fridge.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
For peoples informations
I am pull what is posted today from a couple of other sites so if you have seen this before that is where. I did write everything, If I wanted I could dig out my paper and pen copies.
Older story
I wrote this after listen to Engel by Rammstein a while ago. The images are what goes through my head whenever I listen to the song, seemed like a short film.
The doors of the Church flew open as the former preacher walked in he whistled to him self as the perditions of this Church looked at him. He pulled out the paired pistols his father had given him, they gleamed silver in the candlelight.
“Sinners all of you, you have left the path that God set out for you all.” He yelled at the shocked Church-goers. The Angels over his shoulders whispered to him. “The Lord will forgive you this task you do in his name.”
His footfall was the only sound in the church as the new preacher just looked at guns in the hands of the man he had come to replace. There was a glow about the former Leader of this flock; he looked just like the Saints in the stained glass window.
The first shot rang out in the church killing a man in the last pew. The sounds seem to freeze everyone in place as the Preacher began to walk down the center of the pews. “That man was the worse kind of Sinner, he had lost his faith long ago but keep coming to keep up appearances.” The twin barrels of pistol seem to draw everyone eyes to them as they wavered about the Chapel. They held the whole church with the power of life and death,
The Former Preacher seem to be praying as he aimed at different people in the pews. He would stop and listen to the Angels over his shoulder and when they joined him in his prayers he would shoot the person they prayed for. He had become Gods hand in passing out his judgment on these poor sinners. The ones, who had cheated, stole, committed adultery, and murdered innocents. The Angels and the Preacher were praying for all the souls of all there and that they would find more mercy in death, more then they had shown in life. Finally found himself at the alter look at the man who replaced him. The Angels become silent again as the two men of God looked at each other.
“There is nothing left for me to do here.” The Preacher then flipped both pistol around and laid them on the Alter Cloth. The inlayed silver of the pistol match the Cross-that was pride of this Church. He knelt down and seemed to wait for something, he pulled a simple wooden cross out from his blood stained shirt. His eyes were closed as people fled the death that had come to their peaceful church. The new Preacher looked at the dead bodies in the pews and saying a pray for their souls, grabbed the closest pistol and Shot the killer Preacher in the head. The Angels bowed their heads at this, knowing it was all planned to end this way.
The doors of the Church flew open as the former preacher walked in he whistled to him self as the perditions of this Church looked at him. He pulled out the paired pistols his father had given him, they gleamed silver in the candlelight.
“Sinners all of you, you have left the path that God set out for you all.” He yelled at the shocked Church-goers. The Angels over his shoulders whispered to him. “The Lord will forgive you this task you do in his name.”
His footfall was the only sound in the church as the new preacher just looked at guns in the hands of the man he had come to replace. There was a glow about the former Leader of this flock; he looked just like the Saints in the stained glass window.
The first shot rang out in the church killing a man in the last pew. The sounds seem to freeze everyone in place as the Preacher began to walk down the center of the pews. “That man was the worse kind of Sinner, he had lost his faith long ago but keep coming to keep up appearances.” The twin barrels of pistol seem to draw everyone eyes to them as they wavered about the Chapel. They held the whole church with the power of life and death,
The Former Preacher seem to be praying as he aimed at different people in the pews. He would stop and listen to the Angels over his shoulder and when they joined him in his prayers he would shoot the person they prayed for. He had become Gods hand in passing out his judgment on these poor sinners. The ones, who had cheated, stole, committed adultery, and murdered innocents. The Angels and the Preacher were praying for all the souls of all there and that they would find more mercy in death, more then they had shown in life. Finally found himself at the alter look at the man who replaced him. The Angels become silent again as the two men of God looked at each other.
“There is nothing left for me to do here.” The Preacher then flipped both pistol around and laid them on the Alter Cloth. The inlayed silver of the pistol match the Cross-that was pride of this Church. He knelt down and seemed to wait for something, he pulled a simple wooden cross out from his blood stained shirt. His eyes were closed as people fled the death that had come to their peaceful church. The new Preacher looked at the dead bodies in the pews and saying a pray for their souls, grabbed the closest pistol and Shot the killer Preacher in the head. The Angels bowed their heads at this, knowing it was all planned to end this way.
Snow Poem.
The sun shines on the wind blown snow,
Bright flashes like falling stars streaking down,
The frost on my window pane reaches upward,
The fresh white cover my view of evergreens,
a quite hush starts as more fluffy snow comes.
There is movement of a traveling coyote,
Padding across the snow covered yard.
Quite the track are covered in a blanket of white,
The sun sets after the movement is done,
Slowly the glowing moon will rise.
Bright flashes like falling stars streaking down,
The frost on my window pane reaches upward,
The fresh white cover my view of evergreens,
a quite hush starts as more fluffy snow comes.
There is movement of a traveling coyote,
Padding across the snow covered yard.
Quite the track are covered in a blanket of white,
The sun sets after the movement is done,
Slowly the glowing moon will rise.
Poetry
I started this as a blank board for ideas. And well lately I been going through some old notebooks and finding poems I have wrote. On facebook I spoke about it and well it seems some people would like to read them so this is what is going to go on here from now on.
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