Arts & Humanities Poetry

[exe ex machina]

Angel Blake collects the devil's skin
The girls all pull their dresses up so Angel can begin
Piece by piece, they bring the beastly thing
Growing brackish parts for Angel's doll of sin

 

[volcboy]

My favourite poet has always been Bukowski. Two examples:

Hug The Dark

turmoil is the god
madness is the god

permanent living peace is
permanent living death

agony can kill
or
agony can sustain life
but peace is always horrifying
peace is the worst thing
walking
talking
smiling
seeming to be.

don't forget the sidewalks
the whores
betrayal,
the worm in the apple,
the bars, the jails,
the suicides of lovers.

here in America
we have assassinated a president and his brother,
another president has quit office.

people who believe in politics
are like people who believe in god:
they are sucking wind through bent
straws.

there is no god
there are no politics
there is no peace
there is no love.

there is no control
there is no plan.

stay away from god
remain disturbed

slide.


The Crunch

Too much too little

Too fat
Too thin
Or nobody

Laughter or
Tears

Haters
Lovers

Strangers with faces like
The backs of
Thumb tacks

Armies running through
Streets of blood
Waving winebottles
Bayoneting and ****ing
Virgins

An old guy in a cheap room
With a photograph of M. Monroe

There is a loneliness in this world so great
That you can see it in the slow movement of
The hands of a clock

People so tired
Mutilated
Either by love or no love

People just are not good to each other
One on one

The rich are not good to the rich
The poor are not good to the poor

We are afraid

Our educational system tells us
That we can all be
Big-ass winners

It hasn't told us
About the gutters
Or the suicides

Or the terror of one person
Aching in one place
Alone

Untouched
Unspoken to
Watering a plant

People are not good to each other
People are not good to each other
People are not good to each other

I suppose they never will be
I don't ask them to be

But sometimes I think about
It

The beads will swing
The clouds will cloud
And the killer will behead the child
Like taking a bite out of an ice cream cone

Too much
Too little

Too fat
Too thin
Or nobody

More haters than lovers

People are not good to each other
Perhaps if they were
Our deaths would not be so sad

Meanwhile I look at young girls
Stems
Flowers of chance

There must be a way

Surely there must be a way that we have not yet
Thought of

Who put this brain inside of me?

It cries
It demands
It says that there is a chance

It will not say
"no".

 

[Duritz]

Common Cold
by Ogden Nash

Go hang yourself, you old M.D.!
You shall not sneer at me.
Pick up your hat and stethoscope,
Go wash your mouth with laundry soap;
I contemplate a joy exquisite
I'm not paying you for your visit.
I did not call you to be told
My malady is a common cold.

By pounding brow and swollen lip;
By fever's hot and scaly grip;
By those two red redundant eyes
That weep like woeful April skies;
By racking snuffle, snort, and sniff;
By handkerchief after handkerchief;
This cold you wave away as naught
Is the damnedest cold man ever caught!

Give ear, you scientific fossil!
Here is the genuine Cold Colossal;
The Cold of which researchers dream,
The Perfect Cold, the Cold Supreme.
This honored system humbly holds
The Super-cold to end all colds;
The Cold Crusading for Democracy;
The Führer of the Streptococcracy.

Bacilli swarm within my portals
Such as were ne'er conceived by mortals,
But bred by scientists wise and hoary
In some Olympic laboratory;
Bacteria as large as mice,
With feet of fire and heads of ice
Who never interrupt for slumber
Their stamping elephantine rumba.

A common cold, gadzooks, forsooth!
Ah, yes. And Lincoln was jostled by Booth;
Don Juan was a budding gallant,
And Shakespeare's plays show signs of talent;
The Arctic winter is fairly coolish,
And your diagnosis is fairly foolish.
Oh what a derision history holds
For the man who belittled the Cold of Colds!

That's amazing.

 

[Duritz]

I walk along a sunbeat street,
and think of when I'll next beat my meat.
For to beat one's meat is such a treat,
just don't go doing it in the street.

 

[Duritz]

^^^ that one by yours truly.

 

[exe ex machina]

To walk the night
To feel no love
To know the touch of another kiss
Never more

To walk the night
To forever roam
To escape inside cool darkness
Alone

I have wandered my whole life long
The night becomes my bride and everything else must die
World without end
For me

Unearthly night
World you fear
Love lies lurking, a wounded dingo-dog
Soon to decease

I have wandered my whole life long
The night becomes my bride and everything else must die
World without end
For me

 

[exe ex machina]

To walk the night
To feel no love
To know the touch of another kiss
Never more

To walk the night
To forever roam
To escape inside cool darkness
Alone

I have wandered my whole life long
The night becomes my bride and everything else must die
World without end
For me

Unearthly night
World you fear
Love lies lurking, a wounded dingo-dog
Soon to decease

I have wandered my whole life long
The night becomes my bride and everything else must die
World without end
For me

To walk the night
Solitary friend
Night ethereal
World without end
Forever more
Forever

 

[Run n Spread]

Never got into poetry myself. I love reading, wish i could write and appreciate the power of the written word.

But most poetry to me is pseudo intellectual wank.

 

[El Dubya]

I walk along a sunbeat street,
and think of when I'll next beat my meat.
For to beat one's meat is such a treat,
just don't go doing it in the street.

Rolled gold.

 

[exe ex machina]

Another all time favorite

 

[exe ex machina]

There used to be a peace, a town of simple trust
But now this town ain't big enough for the both of us
The women of this town can't ever have us both
It's us or them, I give you my oath

Que rollo mis chavas eston listas ya tengo muchas ganas esperando

Loser leave town
Yo soy muy macho
So let's all get boracho
Nothing tops RevCo's libido
Not even Robo Banditos

Loser leave town
Yo soy muy macho
Come on let's get boracho
Nothing tops RevCo's libido
Not even Robo Banditos

No hombre mano Otra guerra es decidido por los soldados que puede
Dar el gran orgazmo a las damas de la tierra

Robot Banditos from south of the border
Born in fire breathing disorder
Armed like ninja nazi lepers
Descend on towns like demon shepherds
Like all before pride was their foe
They forgot about the power of RevCo!
You've had the rest now try the best
Come take the test
We'll try not to give you herpes

No mas por que son maquinas no quere decir que gritan mas con ustedes
Loser leave town
Yo so muy macho
So we can be boracho
Nothing tops RevCo's libido
Not even Robo Banditos

And all my essays will be free
Ahora todos mi compadres estan libres
Senora you are my whore
You squeezed me dry I got no more
I know you are poor
But third time I get sore
But I'll come back
Knocking tomorrow

Ahora este es el decho de los olimpicos de sexo en mexico que los robo-banditos
Pierden por el estilo de no wila en la cama y que un dia,un dia nomas seran como RevCo!

TJ, Juarez, Monterey
Are free of bandits as of this day
But if those bastards return as masters
So will RevCo to bring disaster
If those bastards return as masters
So will RevCo to bring disaster

Loser leave town
Yo so muy macho
So we can get boracho
Nothing tops RevCo's libido
Not even Robo Banditos

Yo so muy macho buenas noches seniorita
Loser leave town
Yo so moi macho buenas noches seniorita
Loser leave town