NyQuil & cigarettes

Sick as a dog
sound like a frog
to the bed your head does call
the magical drink
you dont stop to think
the coma aroma fall
smell of smoke
makes you choke
a mixture you cant refuse
a puff of the stoge
a gulp of the robe
"lights out" says the brain of you
NyQuil NyQuil
stoggie cigarette boge
sleep in peace
to ruin your sheets
feel the burn in your throat
take a swig
take off your wig
your off on your own dream boat

Good night my dear.

if this is the last
than let it be so
hold you close
to never let go
i feel your heart beat
i feel your blood pump
rise me up
out of my slump
i know its late
and im sorry to call
but i needed to hear your voice
for my heart grows small
faded to dust
to think of things past
wishing i was there
to save you atlast
i truley love you
no games, your right
i only wanted to say
i love you, goodnight.

i have no idea

hold your breath
soon you will feel nothingness
are you alive
or are you dead
we stare blankly into the green abyss
lips are moving
but the charlie brown teacher is all we hear
4 long years
of nothing gained
4 more years
and you have your self a degree

Midnight Phonecalls

hello dear
the night is cold
my thoughts are raceing
my dreams grow old
im sick of being invisable
and i want you to see
that with out my pride
theres nothing left of me
throw your comments
hard like rocks
the impact is criticle
as i hide in my box
attack all you will
and ill play it strong
the pain in side
ill hide for long
bottle it up
and shed no tear
hide away
hopes and fear
i know your tiered
sleep is all you want to do
but i just called
to remind you i love you

Open Mic

1. sussex elks lodge
2. 8-11
3. $5 at the door
4. $1 off if you bring something in for our drives
5. bring your poems and music
6. NO OUTSIDE FOOD PLEASE
7. hope to see you all there

Finally

Sunny day,
A lazy day at that.
Cancel all plans, call off of work.
Today is the day,
I own,
My own two acres of paradise.
Not to build,
Not to play,
Not to work,
But to lie.
Yes lay.
In the sun, on my back
Stare up into the sky
As the sweet wind welcomes me
To my bed of green grass.
I lay till night falls,
Than stare at the stars
Blanketed by the cool night air.

100 years

stop,
think about what your doing.
hold out your hand and feel...
feel the rain on your finger tips,
feel the breeze across your palms,
feel the chill in your bones.
know that the rush of life
slows the experiance.
dont melt away sence.
freeze time and live in the moment,
life is short no matter how you look at it.
you may be young now....
but 100 years is nothing.

colorful advice

the colors for moms kitchin
red, gren, or blue?
NO!! do something different!
reflect the aroma of the fresh
zuchinni bread.
or the mushroom rice baked
to perfection.
reflect the sent that lifts
people to this table
night, after night, after night.
make it colorful, not so damn bland.
pick more than one color,
borders would be fun,
stars, stripes, waterguns.
reflect your life
dont be so dull...
yano what?.....
forget it .....
paint it purple.

from my eyes (serial killers side)

I always had the desire to inflict pain on others and to have others inflict pain on me.
I always seemed to enjoy everything that hurt.
The desire to inflict pain, that is all that is important.
None of us are saints.
People don’t know me, they think they do, but they don’t.
When this monster entered my brain-
I will never know, but its here to stay.
How does one cure himself?
I can’t stop it, the monster goes on, hurts me as well as society.
Back to the beginning
We start again
I have killed no one.
I have ordered no one to be killed.
These children who have come to you with their knives,
They are your children.
I didn’t teach them,
You did.
But know this!
you
Look down on me,
You will see a fool.
Look up to me,
You will see your lord.
Look straight at me,
You will see you’re self.
I like to see you suffer.
I mean I am not dangerous now,
but I am not saying I won’t be tomorrow.
You see, total paranoia is just total awareness.
For me,- a corpse has a beauty and dignity witch a living body can never hold,
There is a peace about death that soothes me.
Just know,
A clown can get away with murder.