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03-26-2011, 06:58 PM | #1 |
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Inkstains
One by one words fall From shaking fingers Inkstained by memories unsaid Written in a fading hand Unaware the pen has run out Scribbled on the back of envelopes Til the space is gone and the words remain Always the words remain Tattooed on the soul Inkstained memories burning with unlit passions And half contained madness Just trying to bleed through Until even your eyes are inkstained red From liquid tears splattering on the floor Leaving tearmark tragedies
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Ghosts
I watch the mirror Expecting to see the ghosts of myself Each a little different Each still the same Grading me on the man I am becoming Each haunting with the girl, the boy, the changeling I was I watch expecting a glimmer of a different face But they are all me They are in my eyes Laughing and crying Watching the world as it changes around us
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I am not the road traveler
I am no Kerouac Though I know his ghost I am the mad eyed poet Forever lost Howling to a universe That does not know how to listen Banging my head against a wall of bureacracy Too scared to find the door I am not the underpaid overworked poor I am the man who lives on goverment checks And air A whole lot of air I am not the wandering lover I am the midnight whisper in the air The howl of ghost wolves on the wind The secret that only the stars know And only the moon will ever tell
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I have subscribed to this....You ARE very Kerouackian!! <smile>
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I know not what else to do I laugh at my own incompetence Delighting in my striking madness Dripping ink on pages typed by a typewriter Older then me by 50 years I listen to the sound the keys make Tap,,,tap,,,tap... ching Page after page after page Meaningless letters Go back through and correct With bitten up pencil And that G-d damned leaking pen Fingers stained with progress Or is it defeat Murdering innocent words Give up put it away in closet Use computer for a while then there's delete Don't change it now post direct Only form of courage is hitting send And even then it's mostly madness But madness given form Given breath though little depth No crime in being shallow As long as you admit Now where did I put that G-d damn leaking pen It's time to bang on the typewriter again
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I watch it drip
It's all I can smell Even the antiseptic doesn't overpower it It's a crimson that is beautiful I stare at it knowing it will stain Oh well that's what peroxide is for I lay back and turn on music Just a couple of hours I can handle it Just a couple of hours Glance at the clock Only 15 minutes done G-d I hate being confined like this If you call me princess one more time No I do not have a girlfriend yet Even if I did I wouldn't tell you Swallow down the near involuntary snarl of frustration Smile glance at clock Why the hell did I forget my computer Try to ignore the beeps Try to ignore the moans Try to ignore the smell Med time oh joy Nausea for another day Glance at clock Only 10 minutes left Okay I can handle that Pull the needles Damn but this always hurts But I've had worse Tape me up Leave trying to ignore small talk Oh it's finally light Thank G-d I have a full day off Then I go back To ignore the copper scented hell again
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Hey Mr. Kerouac
Got a question for you Did you know what would happen? All because of that book you wrote before 1952 Did you ever guess you'd be the voice of a crowd? Did you know that your screams would be so loud? Hey Mr. Ginsberg I really loved Howl I loved the passion the pain the... Just wow Could you of guessed You'd bring the red stamps down Or were you really just writing to make a sound Hey Mr. Burroughs We haven't yet met Your voice isn't as loud as those other guys yet I know we've got some shit in common Maybe tomorrow I'll find you Forgotten mustering in the stacks And then a friendship for the ages perhaps Beatnics Beat Sound Repitition Unscripted Prose Different voices Screaming Words Painting Pictures Making sure we all were not lost The American Voice given sound
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Tearstained tragedies
Bitter with hurt and memories Falling onto unforgiving pavement Where they spread finding cracks From madness induced rage Slamming down a sledge hammer of heartache Mixing with inkstains from memories There they lay staining the blood of our souls Made real
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I have a stack of vintage photographs
What used to be called french postcards Naughty women in black and white and sepia Heavenly creatures with sultry curves and dead eyes Did those old pictureboxes truly take their souls? Trapped on paper and tin Held there as they fade Until only crumbles of paper and dusty ink last In the cigar box under my bed
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If words were like raindrops
Noah's flood would only half approach The untamed longing in my heart To please my gentle lover She who whispers in tender carresses Inspiration Yet I drown sometimes when cruel mistress she becomes Trying to swallow around words Being torn to shreds by emotion I cannot convey Until I lie in broken sharded sanity Weeping ink and sobbing sonnets A broken battered beloved Yet still I shall crawl On hand and knee to worship at her feet For she is inspiration My muse who stands hidden A ghost in my shadow Brave daughter of memory thy name is Calliope
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