The rest of my stuff
 

Well., seeing as I probably am going to posting more then I thought, I'm just going to start putting them all in here from now on and stop eating up space with new threads. Replies to work are always nice, but I aks one thing. Do NOT be gental. If you don't like something I write, say so and why. Do not spare my feelings. if you can live with that, so can I.

There For the Grace of Nothing Go I

On graceful wings of irony
Like angel bent on wounded knee
My blood flows freely from open wound
Saturating the sacred tomb
Blood stained sheets from a wedding bed
Drape the coffin in my head
The abyss stares back from a gapping hole
In the linen closet that housed my soul
A burnt out husk lays in my arms
The truth a lie that ushers harm
Love lies dying in the face of hope
On the other end of the hang mans rope
For there is nothing left for me
But the joyous bliss of apathy

Reflections of life's mistakes
Only a true genius
Could screw up a fool proof plan
I once made a deal with the Devil
Imagine my surprise
When I closed it by shaking my own hand
So far astray from where I want to be
The path back home hidden
By a subterfuge of my own design
A testament to chaos
If discord is poetry in motion
I've left a fortune in art behind
The antithesis of creation theory
A monument to destruction
Brought on by the power of good intentions
Always working under the pretext
That in love and war, as in all things
Words alone are the most effective munitions
Grace under fire is not one of my better traits
Prefering instead to strike all around
A survival instinct consisting of blind rage
Never once stopping to consider
The long term effects
Each strike another bar on my cage
Maybe I should consider, just this once
To stop making deals with myself
Knowing in the end I will only renege
You can never trust the Devil
Wa all know his true nature and only joy
Comes from making you miss life's parade

all i can say is....wow
thank you.

A Million Perspectives of Godhood and the Gallows

Darkness all around
The hangman waits in anticipation
Why am I hear
What wrong did I do to me
I sit and watch them drag me to the gallows
I laugh as I wrap the rope around my neck
Kill him I scream from a hundred differnt places
I see the fear in my eyes before I drape the bag over my head
Then I hea myself read the charges
Guilty! I scream
And I echo the cry from the audience
Chanting with the rest of me
GUILTY! GUILTY!
And with the sound of wood hitting wood
I drop
Forever it feels like
Time craws as I feel the wood give from under my feet
Time craws as I pull the pin out from under me
Time craws as I watch myself begin to fall
My life flashes before my eyes
And I see myself betrayed by my own hand
Something bites my skin
And with a loud crack
I watch as I hang there with a broken neck
A few twitches and it is over
And then I know I will live forever
Having died for my own sins

This one here was kind of experimental for me. Not sure if I would call it good or not.

Runnin tired
Soul on empty
Fight the urge

Give in
Give up
Never

Push the limets
Find the extent
Cross into eternity

Moving forward
Faster then light
Infinity overdrive

Rageing inferno
Fuled by hate
Burning bright

Morning star
Fallen angel
Pride at it's finest

Deceiver
Believer
One and the same

Pain means nothing
Physical is an illusion
The ultimate lie

The finest hour
Compacted to a second
Glory stolen

Heratic rule
Hypocrite law
Burn the infidel

And love lies dieing
Nailed to a tree
Forgiven
Forgoten

Well, after 3 years of writers block, I was finaly able to write something new. Not much, but it's a start down the right path. Hope you like it.

I struggle with myself
An overwhelming fight
An constant battle field
There is no end in sight
My soul is so damn tired
I just can’t keep this pace
And so for one more time
I end up on my face

I need
Someone to show me
I need
Someone to know me
I feel
So fucked up in the head
I feel
Like I’d be better dead

Whatever choice I make
Whatever chance I take
Whatever claim I stake
Whatever smile I fake
I guess it’s just my fate
I lose it in the end

I’ve lost my way again
Why is it no surprise
I never understand
The need to compromise
I try to make a stand
I only take a fall
At least you have your pride
I hear the devil call

I need
Some to know me
I need
Someone to show me
I feel
So fucked up in the head
I feel
Like I’d be better dead

BRAVO!

You have protrayed the darkness of oneself battling themselves, the battle of good vs evil in each person, with brilliance in these somewhat dark poems!

Wonderful!:thumbsup::thumbsup:

I hope to continue to read your brilliant work!

Thank you. I just hope I'm still able to do "brilliant" work for you to read. been so long sense anything worth writeing has come to me....

Great work man...I look forward to more new stuff.

Seer,
Brilliant stuff as always. Nice to see that it only took a little bit of trauma to jump start the juices again :).

Veritas en Lux!
Jimmy The Hutt

"A little bit of trauma". Understatment of the year right there Jimmy

Dark.....reminds me a bit of my youth, for that I thank you. The feelings are "real", and I dont know whether to congratulate you on the work, or PM you to see if you need to talk.

I don't think talking would do me much good. I talk to people all the time, and still end up writing stuff like this. Well, stick with what you know I guess. Thank you for the kind words though. It is nice to know other people enjoy your work.

Another new one. A bit darker in some ways then I was intending it to be when I started, but I was happy with it over all. Hope you enjoy.

My Ideal

I walk by your desk at work
You act like I’m just another jerk
But the way I feel for you
I could never be untrue

It’s so unreal
The way I feel
Don’t you know you’re my ideal

These fantasies
Of you and me
And the things I’ll never be

I’ll always be your biggest fan
I want to be your Super Man
But no matter what I try
You never look me in the eye

It’s so unreal
The way I feel
Don’t you know you’re my ideal

Every day
You turn away
And why you never seem to say

I’ve built this up for so long now
All these dreams of when and how
That when I see you every day
I’ve already had you 60 ways

It’s so unreal
The way I feel
Don’t you know you’re my ideal

But someday
I’ll have my way
It doesn’t matter what you say

One day you’ll find
My piece of mind
As it sneaks up from behind

So play your part and I’ll play mind
And we’ll have a good old time
You don’t know how hard I try
So I wish you wouldn’t cry

It’s so unreal
The way I feel
Don’t you know you’re my ideal

It cuts me deep
The way you weep
And my temper I can’t keep

My anger grows
My head explodes
And now the blood begins to flow

Today they put you in the ground
And the simple truth I’ve found
That while we had ourselves some fun
I think your sister is The One

It’s so unreal
The way I feel
Don’t you know she’s my ideal

good one. always glad to see your new work

since I am in a dark place, here's a ditty for you
 

I am a clown filled with sadness
time is ticking in my madness.

I need someone to hear me cry
so I do not have to keep living this aweful lie.

disorder and chaos blankets my voice
I do not anymore feel like I have a choice.

I can laugh and joke like the rest of you
but the chance to break this is not anything new.

I am chained to the depths of hell and beyond
it is the courage to face this that I seem to con.

I wonder why people stay away from me
from the emotions of darkness that I am afraid to see.

I am a clown of sadness that is forced
I wonder why I do not receive any kind of remorse.

I have no one to blame except myself
its time to finally put this humor on the shelf.

another one.
 

Observation at Macy's

I am trying to recall when it happened,
the time when I was reminded to the truth
perhaps it was the laughing girls spatten
the words that had turned me aloof.

Precious jewels in their eyes,
beliefs and philosophies being fed
oh, the times they waste doing their hair,
and choices they make who will be in their bed.

Living a lie through all its glory,
rarely ever surfaces
but maybe the key to unlocking the truth
is just inside their bountiful purses.

large and luxurious, speckled in frills,
no wonder the sight of rabbit fur gives me the chills.
Perhaps its the things that are contained inside,
that revolts me from ever having any pride.

These devices are used to hide them close to fear
the lipstick, the powder, and the vanity mirror.
Attached they are to the outcome it paves,
it is the secret to unhappiness that these creatures crave.

your remind me of things that are hidden. When I read your words I feel like I am intruding. If that is good, then wonderful. If not, then I am sorry. You bring up great pain inside me. If that is taken as a compliment, then great... I actually feel like a dull spoon is ripping out my heart.

good therapy.

Another new one. Again, a change up in style for me, but wanted to try something new.

To my former mate
I dedicate
These words irate
as I fabricate
And generate
This callous trait
To devastate
As I saturate
My mind with hate
My heart palpitate
As I aggravate
This lonely fate
I must meditate
To placate
And alleviate
And illuminate
My mental state
That you devastate
But I won’t hesitate
To reciprocate
When you disintegrate
The inner joy I create
And I hope you asphyxiate
And suffocate
Bitch

This one isn't all the way done yet, but I thought I would share what I got so far for humors sake.


The Ballad Of John Denver

Oh I wish I was an ocean bouy
Floating in the sea
Tried to turn my new airplain
Into a submarine

These Rocky Mountian highs
You know they got me feeling low
So I think i want to go and live
With the fises down below

I spent Saturday Night in Toledo Ohio
Drinking in the bar
I realized after Annie's Song
I took it all to far

Sooooooooooooooo

I wish I was an ocean bouy
Floating in the sea
Tried to turn my new airplain
Into a submarine

That Country Road seems to long
And Calypso seems to slow
So I think I'm gonna take a swim
And forget all I know



Like I said, not done yet. I need to look up the names of more of his songs to really finish it, but I got a chuckle out of it, and though some o you might to.

great stuff man. I wanna see the John Denver one when you're finished with it.

Do something with "Sunshine on My shoulders" for the John Denver one, there's a lot of really good one liners in there! That's a really neat idea :)

Good stuff, I really like the way you write and convey feelings with your words. Thanks

Well, the ultamite goal of a poet is to move people with their words. If I bring out emotion in you, then I'm doing what I aim for. The highest compliment a poet can get is someoen busting out in tears after reading thier work. And it's a great way to meet really hot chicks like yourself. ;)

Its amazing when you begin to see parallels when you are induced in a finite space. The time I had read your work, I was enclosed into a process that I needed to look at for my own growth's sake. Your poem was strangely linked with the net result of my collaborative pain. It wasn't necessarily the words that you used, rather the symbolism and the mood that it struck inside of me. I guess you, as the poet, is effective. With the abilities to "see the evil that man do", you have an insatiable talent of respecting the human process, and allowing time for the individual to heal one's own wounds, or not...The amazing factor in all of this is that I didnt go through what you did... I matched your emotions because I wanted to feel. It was such a valuable experience to feel pain and darkness. When I received the okay to dive into the depths, I felt safe that when I came back up again to my natural space, it would be waiting for me. In the past, I had been afraid. Terrified in fact. The sole reason: I did not want to lose what I had already gained. That is false. It never leaves you. In fact, it is still connected to you from the moment of the great plunge.
***if it looks like I am feeding your ego, rethink that. I am merely stating the fact of your own precious role in the Universe. Coming from Infinite space, I see the beauty in your ways. For you are apart of it all.
However, it can't hurt you either that I think you are absolutely sexy ;)

In reading the above post, last line, just want you to know (innocently, of course) that I agree with you. ;)

Ladies, i just have to say thank you. I've had a shitty week and these last couple of posts have really put a smile on my face. :)

Another song. Now, if only I could write music to put it to....


I’ve been used this way before
My heart is good friends with the floor
I pick up on the subtle clues
Faster then you think I do
You lies I just don’t want to find
But do you think that means I’m blind

I’d say goodbye
But your thighs
Running through my mind

It’s not that I
Feel inclined
To believe your lies

What the fuck
My heart is racing
Like a run away truck

But I’m in luck
My old love
Is now my new hate fuck

I understand what motivates
You can’t hide all your self-hate
As your victim of circumstance
I never really stood a chance
But as you sing your little song
I’ll pretend to play along

I’d say goodbye
But your thighs
Running through my mind

It’s not that I
Feel inclined
To believe your lies

What the fuck
My heart is racing
Like a run away truck

But I’m in luck
My old love
Is now my new hate fuck


I wanna fuck
I hate your guts
But I love the way you suck

You’re out of luck
You filth slut
You’re now my new hate fuck

I wish I knew just what to say
I wish it never was this way
But no longer I’ll ignore
The fact that you’re a cheating whore
But you know that I’m still pleased
When you get down on your knees

And yet, more. I jsut started writing the other night, and this is what came out. I kind of like it, so I though I would share. It is a sharp left turn from most my work though


Many times I have tried to articulate
The power in my mind I see even when blind
Then grand revelation of my deviation
Hit me like a Mac truck doing 70 in a 45
Words are my power
Flowing through my like a river of lava
The other day I cut down a mountain
With nothing more then a verb
More so impressive, I took a life
Stopped it cold in a bloody mess
Of heart break and heart ach
Using nothing more then a hand full o
Nouns and adjectives
Then I lifted a broken heart and body
Out of the sewers and gave hope and sight
To a blinded crack whore
With just a few well places metaphors
Words are slung like a six-gun
With hot loads and a laser scope
Leaving the loser to cope
With a hole in their heart
Cauterized by scathing sarcasm
Burning a chasm
Into the bottomless pit of the soul
And human existence on a higher/lower level
Vocal cords and the pen are the true weapons
Of mass destruction
Deconstructing the hopes and dreams of our children
The words of man playing God in our minds
Echoing through time
Powered by a catchy rhyme
Words are the tools of murder and suicide
Shout out “nigger” on a street corner in South Compton
And see how long until that word turns
Into a bullet in your brain
It’s an expression of hate
And rage
And pain
But do words have a fate
You can try to trick fate
Masking meaning in political correctness
Trying to dodge the metaphorical bullet
Bu being PC just turns your bullets to bombs
The presser grows turning those words into
Blazing shrapnel in a racial and class wars
As politicians and priests intimidate the masses
Encouraging clashes
With words like
Liberal Commie Homo Heathen Sinner
Blasphemer Hippy Traitor Un-American
Vocal cords vibrating through time
Like a chaos vortex
Sucking up the souls of our peoples
Tone-deaf motherfuckers can no longer hear
Black or white or red or yellow
We all sound like the same shade of victim
On a TV sitcom
Laughing at the words that hurt
Long as they aint fired at us
So beware the man in the corner
Reading the dictionary
Some day he’ll sing like a canary
And the wrong song will end this world like an atom bomb
But if we are lucky he’ll use that song like a healing balm
And he’ll find a better way to say
Can’t we all just get along?

More great works from the Seer. The first song is great. I know EXACTLY where your comin from. :thumbsup: The last there is really cool too. It's amazing what one can do with just words, and the effect they can have on people. Very well written...catchy even. Keep it up man...lovin it.

Just wait. It seems big now (and you know I speak from experience) but when the next bit comes along (and there will be a next bit) this will pale by comparison.

I'm sorry you had to take such lumps, but I'm glad you have an outlet like this. Makes for some great reading for the rest of us, and hopefully vents some of the awful shit you feel.

Veritas en Lux!
Jimmy The Hutt

It's just like Mark and Joe. The hurt is a bit differnt each time, but it still hurts just as bad.

God, yes. Joe did not hit me as bad as you, but we both know how bad Mark tore me up.

Y'know, I could really use him right about now.

Veritas en Lux!
Jimmy The Hutt

So could I. Chirst. If he wasn't dead already, I'd kill the mother fucker. I miss him.

I'd at least beat him real bad. I woke up after dreaming I was talking to him. I can't remember the conversation but it spoiled my whole day today.

Veritas en Lux!
Jimmy The Hutt

Yeah, I know how that goes. Every now and then I dream about him or Joe. Always puts me in a less then steller mood.

Another new one. You wanted pain Jimmy. Hope this one does the trick for you. Took me a half an hour to stop crying half why through it. Would have been longer, but I just couldn't write anymore.


Missed it’s Mark

These whispered words
You never heard
Now uttered to late to matter
I love you my friends

This retched scream
To late it seems
I felt my heart shatter
At these bitter ends

Another Hall I’ll never walk down again
Another time my heart will miss the Mark
Alone without my cup of Joe
Can’t we go back to the start?

Why must it be
That I walk free
My crime is living without you
My heart grows old

And every day
I miss the way
You always seemed to keep true
Now life seems cold

The dust grows thick in this empty Hall
As yet again my life has missed it’s Mark
I wish I had a cup of Joe
Can’t we go back to the start?

In loving memory of Mark and Joe. Rest in peace my friends.

This brings tears to my eyes, and I didn't know those guys near as well as you. Your way with words is truely astounding. Keep up the good work. No matter how painful, it's always a pleasure to read. :cool:

Theres too much work here for me to absorb in one sitting. I don't like to just sit and skim through work I like to let it sink in. I read most...to much work here for me to single out any single piece...it's good...dark but really good. I'll be back to read the few that I have left.

Asta!!

I hate you for writing this.

I cannot thank you enough for writing this.

Veritas en Lux!
Jimmy The Hutt