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Poems, 2 years old
When you're a booth jockey for a xmas tree farm, there's nothing to do, so I made poems that rhyme the whole way through.
All the women who rejected me
Masturbation is my only tranquility
Brings me toward serenity
Away from harsh reality
Fork left to insanity
Fork right to finality
Neither road sets me free
Traveling either is just as lonely
Now and forever do I need thee
All you women who rejected me
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O, What a glorius summer it was
But comes to an end it must and does
My youth bogged down by academics, "Just because"
School serves only to kill my summer buzz
Is there nothing, no one who can bring back the Cloud-Nine Fuzz
Of the days that my glorious summer was
***
Another dull, drab semester awaits
Some students like to explode through the gates
Knowing that straight-A's rest patiently in thier fates
While I grind through the numbered dates
Some courses I enjoy, some that everyone hates
Either one I drift between waking and sleeping states
Professor never notices as he mentally masturbates
Mention the tiniest tidbit and nap while he elaborates
Five minutes till end of session and everyone salivates
End of the day and I meet up with my mates
Express end-of-the-day joys and he relates
But strolling on our way out I saw a life that no art imitates
A woman so wonderful I knew only God creates
Born of no humans simpleton conjugates
Beauty so breath taking it suffocates
Though my lungs are paralyzed my heart elates
Suddenly my situation here complicates
Yes, another beautiful semester awaits
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There she strolls to and fro
A polluted glimpse through the window
Sprint outside to look high and low
A sea of regular Janes and Joes
Heart aching to gaze upon my graceful doe
To quench a thirst my soul suffers so
A wound torn open by that well-known arrow
Sprung from the strand of Cupid's bow
In the last fleeting moment I'm privy to the show
The angelic silhouette on the horizon growing low
I weep inside as I watch her go
The goddess whom I know I'll never know
***
My heart's set on this girl so sweet
Plain perfection from head to feet
Alpha member of the female elite
Perish the thought and the thinker be beat
That I could surmount such a hard fought feat
Of carrying these legs of concrete
All the way across the barren street
Straight into certain defeat
And blunder my way into our first meet
***
Saw her again and the butterflies came quick
Lost my courage and sprung a tight lip
Cried inside and became quietly sick
At my incompetence of dealing with that other gender clique
My notions toward women were always quite dick
But she makes me want to turn a magic trick
To be a better man, a real man who knows how to stick
To a job, a mortage, a marriage eternally romantic
I love her to the point that it's neurotic
Without her I'm a hopeless alcoholic
Yet when I see her my tongue is catatonic
Beause rejection would pierce my heart with an ice pick
***
She was a material perfection in my mind
Beautiful, womanly, graceful, one of a kind
Born not of us but an angel released from Heaven's bind
O, how God would weep if he knew of the radiance he left behind
In a land of darkness for me to find
And found her I did and it nearly burned my eyes blind
Famished for her love, on her beauty I ravenously dined
Though my tongue would taste cherry, twas a poisonous pit my jaw did grind
For a cigarette nestled on her lips smoked about as her radiance declined
Underneath her breath taking bosom were breath ruined lungs that cancer lined
For weeks thereafter I bemoaned and ached and painfully whined
How in our material land all is faulty, perfection is conjured only in the mind
***
The time is near
The warnings are clear
A rumbling I hear
Of my soul casting off the fear
Singing to my ear
A glorious cheer
To plunge full gear
At the burden I bare
Of life's ultimate dare
To snag the one so dear
And make us a pair
Untill I breath no more air
***
Soul drowning in a sea of pain
Heart reaping a field of bitter grain
Head sprinting down memory lane
Lips yearning for the drink again
Eyes flowing like puffy clouds of rain
Nose running like a polluted drain
Fists careening against the wall like a train
Knuckles bruised to a blotchy black stain
Face reddened to a martian plain
Jaw feels to be beaten loose with a cane
Sanity unable to maintain
Mind flying about like a hurricane
Tongue caressing the barrel to guide the bullet to my brain
Angel of death, release from from my angel of love who treats me with disdain
***
Flashback to the day my father talked to me
Told me to enjoy my youth with the fullest glee
That child's the only time I'll be free
I wasn't sure what he meant so I buried it in memory
Went on about my day, my summer, my life without worry
And now flashing back do I finally see
With burning eyes shut, I envision so clearly
The inevitable turmoil of his farseeing prophecy
Realized in a paper unconceived to be turned in tomorrow by three
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