Corprate America Knows Best (a poem for Tony)

Do you hold glory,

In the enormity

Of your gargantuan body?

The way your cheeks

Are boyond 'cute' fullness?

In the way your blessed fat

Engulfs every part of you?

Can you not go

Just a bit of your life

Without your precious

Coffee, cake, and other delights?

Well, clearly you would

Rather add to your size

Than protect the fragile

Organs which provide

Your pathetic being with life.

You approach me again,

Just as many otherdays.

You know what you want.

Coffee, black, like a man,

Like a very obese man.

No sugar because it is healthy like this?

You drink to add to your depressing

Situation, and top it of with pound cake.

Do you even think?

Clearly not,

You thought this would be cheep.

That I, America,

Would let you kill yourself without robbing you.

No. Eight dollars.

Don't gawk at me.

Muster up the energy you lazy bum

And pay the price for your glutteny.

Yes, that's it. Fork it over

So that I cmay use it

For my corprate agenda.

So taht I can teach you

The error of your eating habbits.

No, don't leave yet.

You owe me more. A tip.

I gave you one.

I even lowered myself to your standards

By making you that coffee

And laboring over that cake

Which you couldn't make yourself.

Which I know you will enjoy devouring

With the knowledge it will kill you.

I supply you with these deadly pleasures.

Shouldn't you thank me?

Good. Yes. Now you may leave.

Enjoy your manly coffee

And more manly pound cake.

Enjoy Sir. Enjoy it

Before you die.

Before your body swallows you whole.

BEfore I take every penny you have.

Before you regret your indulgence

And learn that as always

I, America, your sister

Was right.

Breath of...

Save your breath.
I've heard your appologies
Enles tiems.
Over and
Over.
I understand
More
Than you credit me.
Use your breath,
You'll need it so you
Can live
For her,
Knocking softly
On your backdoor,
While I wait,
For you to come
To me.

Hold your breath.
You could say
Something.
Anything wrong.
God forbid you give me
Hope.
Even though just.
One word
Could save my life.
Save your breath,
Save yourself.
Use me if you must,
Becasue I am dieing,
Falling,
Crashing,
With or without
Your next breath.

Story Tellers

Open knowing eyes,
Some call them windows
To our human souls,
Some glance only at their shade,
But they are adventures.

They try to hide, but
You can see where pain
Has scarred and love has
Bled. Where sweetest hope was born,
And died from age old curse.

When they are shining,
Miracles apear.
And joy bursts into
A blanket of innosence.
Which nothing can destroy.

They close for the night,
To rest and renew,
That again they may
Destroy the world's sadness with
Omnipotent control.

Poision and Passion

Poision lurking,
In glasses that you hand me,
But you tell me not to drink,
Not now.

Passion bubbling,
Boiling in my blood,
The blood I've spilt for you,
While alone.

Poision wafting,
My direction off my knight,
And you tell me not to breath,
Not now.

Passion praying,
For a release, just one more,
And I'll let it loose if you
Let me.

Poision Stinging
At my infant heart and you say
Stop, you can't drink of this,
Not now.

Passion swimming
Out of my now closed skin, I
Should have known it would find
A way out.

Poision Killing,
Me slowly, and I know this.
But don't you know i will drink it gladly?
Now.

Passion longing
For a way out of my dehydrated soul,
Left unloved for so long.
Until now.

PS. This poem is a dream, is purely fictional, and is based from a random statement in my head.

Insomnia

Sleep,
You evade me like the sun,
Which would end this endless night.
And let me breathe,
And become myself.

Night,
You cover me in blackness,
Knowing that its only a hoax,
And that i won't be sleeping,
Not this lonely night.

Day,
You never will come, will you?
You would rather me be overcome,
By thoughts and feelings so passionate,
My willpower will fail.

Phone,
You taunt me with your power,
The message is typed, but i cannot,
No, I mustn't send even if,
It would grant me sleep.

Bed,
And you. My usual comfort.
Even tonight you have deserted me
And left me as an insomnic,
Deprived of resting pleasure.

Dreams,
I am scared of what you will hold,
Yet I wish past dreams would come
Once more to save me from
This harsh reality.


Sleep,
You evade me like the sun,
That would end this endless night,
One more hour and I will breath,
And survive once more.

Patrick's Graduation Poem

Forever may love
Be enveloped in holy arms,
Committing actions to
Live instead of die,
To set free the
Oppressed thoughts,
Bound by chains
Of mundane conformity.

In freedom may two become
One and be free to separate,
Treasuring purpose,
Through bodies exchanged.
A combined human purpose,
For peace to be more,
Than a word, but instead a wind,
Which leaves none untouched.

And always may joy,
Travel to the world,
Braving unnecessary wars,
And building strength
So it may save those
Caught in the depression
Of duty without care
Of one’s own pleasure.

Forever may the paths be straight,
Without evil deterring love.

In freedom may we become part,
Of each other without false correction.

And always may joy find a way,
To stay focused in our hearts.

America The Chained

Oh America,
You've always loved yourself.
Your shining seas and mountains
Graced by God.

Oh America,
You've always called yourself free.
And now you've made your people free,
Or so you think.

Oh America,
You've always thought yourself the best
And loved by all your people
Even as they toil for nothing.

Oh America,
You've always told me to be proud of you,
But lately I can't see why I should,
Lately I see your opression.

Oh America,
You say we are a land of the brave,
But we will not stand up for what is right,
And that, how is that brave?

Oh America,
Are you going to stand there in glory
While your soldiers die defending you?
Defending the way you chain us?

Oh America,
Land of the free and home of the brave.
Free? To what? To labor so we may be taxed?
To toil to feed brainwashed children?

Oh America,
Land of the free and home of the brave.
Brave? But we will not stand against
The Immorality of your actions?

Oh America,
Why do you invade our privacy?
Why do you assume us guilty until innocent?
Why do you restrain us with social stigmas?

Oh America,
I work to pay my bills, pay bills to get to work,
But I have no freedom to live,
No way for my actions to be loving and private.

Oh America,
Your Liberal radicallists burn me,
Your Conservative raticallists stab me,
And I should choose a side?

Oh America,
We will toil for you and your land
Your free and your brave dear America,
Run by buisness condemed to uniformity.

Oh America,
What can I say to make you change?
To let your people be truely free?
What can I say, my America?

The world spins around

As cuts of the heart bleed,
Pushing their sorrow out
And into the unforgiving world,
The world spins around.

As lovers combine themselves,
Forgetting everything for one moment
Together under the kindest sun,
The world spins around.

As tokes of smoke lift up,
Pomising happy endings
In even the harshest worlds,
The world spins around.

As teenage mother cries
Over not mistaken, but unplanned life
Living inside her fragile body,
The world spins around.

As soldier dies for lusting country
Giving life for other's freedom,
Now restrained within conformity,
The world spins around.

As life ends for many,
And life begins for several more,
We enter and escape this caged earth,
The world spins around.

The rose would smell as sweet?

A rose by any other name would heal your heart?
Why yes.
But a rose by any other name would still have thorns
Ready to pierce your skin and leave you hating it,
Yet desperately wanting it back.

A rose by any other name would be as beautiful?
Why yes.
But a rose by any other name would still be painted with hurt
And tourture you as you looked upon it,
Yet leave you wanting to see it again.

A rose by any other name would smell a sweet?
Why yes.
But a rose by any other name would still attract bees
Which fend you off and make you flee,
But leave you comming back for more.

A rose by any other name would still be a rose?
Why yes.
But love by any other name would still be love?
Why no, it would falsely wear you down with its pretending,
But make you come back, anxiously awaiting its next lies.

Choosing

Searching, looking everywhere. I
Must find something.
I long to find, I Need
To find a soloution to my
Confusion.

And I'm looking past You.
Knowing I should look everywhere
And I do, more and More
Praying for a sweet
Soloution.

And any soloution rather Than
Dying inside would work,
I'm not picky, but I
Know I'm looking for a
Perfect resoloution.

And I'll weed out the Thought
Of you and the thoughts
Of simply ending it all. I
Want to forget the
Aberation.

But its stronger, the feelings Did
Grow and fogetting one means
Accepting the other. Stay.
Someone. Protect me from my
Delusion.

You can't know

Smiles playing on frowning lips.
Hiding.
Iknow you like her.
there's something.
Its there, hidden in the way
You speak of her.
You ask how I am, but
I can't tell you.
And you want to be with her.
It kills me.
You ask why I'm acting strange and
I'm sorry.
My lips are frozen from my icy heart
Moving frost-bitten blood.
I can't say a word.
I can't tell you.
I return and you ask why I left.
Now is the time,
For me to forget you.
I just can't.
Its for the better that I forget.
Best for you.
Goodbye, I'm sorry you'll never know.
Know I love you.

Blind

You call me
Beautiful,
But I can see
You're blind.
Because you
Can't see
Me.
Standing here.
Waiting.
Hurting.
Praying I can
Love you,
And that you
Will love me.
Hoping I can
Move from
The blind spot
I am in,
So you can see.
The world.
And her.
And her.
And even her.
But you can't see
Me.
Standing right
Beside you.

First things first

Okay, hey, this is...well, of course a blog. I intend to keep poetry in it, so...*fingerscrossed* i'll add new poetry as i write it. Well, peace love and hope man. Enjoy