Just words of mine, expressed repressed, my on placed mess.
lol,,glad you both liked,,,,

Cheers!
I really did like that.
Did you make it up on the spot?

all of mine,,our on the spot,,,,wink
I hit the post button,,and type it...and think it,,,this can sometimes take me awhile,,lol but thats my writes or poems ever done here..

Okay, talented poet man, I did it.

TAKE AWAY MY EYES
government oppression makes us violent as Russians
f***'ed up on vodka packing AK-47s
Our leaders pleasures, anti-terrorism measures
raping our rights and our nations treasures
the children are jaded, their innocence faded
2010, I can't believe we've made it
This far in time without everybody dying
nuclear winter at the drop of a dime
take away my eyes so i can not see
what you've done to the land of the free
it used to stand for justice and liberty
but all i see is self-inflicted misery
capitalism's a prison with silent emissions
a need for greed i see but nobody's winning
we're slaves to our minds our perceptions our times
we're eaten everyday like McDonald's fries
take away my eyes so i can not see
what you've done to the land of the free
it used to stand for justice and liberty
but all i see is self-inflicted misery

-Causality

Wow, that was amazing. Great write!

why; thanks.

if I told you my reality you'd say I have a great imagination, if I told you my imagination you'd say I've lost touch with reality.....

It doesn't get any darker than the soul of a poet. Poe is the forefather

I have to agree with that, Huck, my soul is blacker than tar, I guess that's why my poems are improving.

Probably my favorite stanza of any poem, ever, is by Poe.

"And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy dark eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams —
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams."

I didn't eat for about two weeks at lunch so I could save up the money to get his collected works.

I love Poe. I used to have a collection of his work, I had forgotten til you reminded me...I lost it.....

this is my soul

You Can't Hurt me

Resounding echoes awaken the child
demons in the attic beckon unto him
stark fear grips his Vick's laden chest
shivers vibrate rusty springs of down

footsteps creak closer upon loose floorboards
while steamed filled pipes play taps
a somber teddybear snarls
causing the world to be still

foolish nuns, God doesn't want to "get me"

the sting of a ruler splinters a left hand
blood spurts upon faces of laughter
evil little boy too wicked for a mother
affliction runs in the family

Florence became flop because she always fell
polio never whipped her ***
just abused her now and then
she healed with a smile

Even humility has its price

Jimmy Dean wore sunglasses
maybe his eyes were bloodshot
or maybe he was a child of an alcoholic
and they became part of his attire

degenerate eye disease, masturbation
spattering or battering
does it really matter when you can't see
or understand the difference between ADD and ADHD

Psych 101: Crack can be Prozac

Iron gates surround a new residence
protecting the innocent who peer from outside
rehabilitation means refining bad habits
like those on the outside who have mastered them

twelve years of bars and games people play
provide an education unto itself
seclusion can be the deciding factor
between murder or suicide

self righteous judges choose life

recidivism is a revolving door
of vicious cycles with no engines
only propellers called co-dependants
or co-defendants, take your pick

life repeats itself over and over
only the circumstances change
yet the merry-go-round stops
when the flowers are arranged

Why are most tombstones gray

scared, afraid to die
are you saved?
from what, ourselves
you can't hurt me

That was awesome.

Huck - what were you thinking when that picture of you was taken?

I'm honestly interested to know.

ha ha, I went to the first annual poetry reunion of a site I moderate, I rode my motorcycle (sportsbike) the whole way to Ohio (Lorain) and I know exactly what I was thinking.....that ride was awesome, but I'm too old for this s--t.....

Since we're discussing pics, Plastic, that really isn't my fav pic of yours.....

If you look up "chronic green" that's what comes up.
I love the way diseases look under microscopes. It's E Coli.

But from a far enough distance it just looks like a beautiful green.

Besides, I'm holding out until I get a bicep pic going.

Interesting story, Huck.

Careful, you might get perverd by old ladies who like young guys with killer biceps.....

Sometimes I hate being such a ****ing downer.

It happens, kid.