One More Worry
August 19, 2008
We already fear shooters, stabbers,
stranglers, drunken drivers,
binders, torturers, and killers,
stray bullets, space junk,
salmonella, killer bees,
cops, snakes,
hospitals, airplanes,
elevators, subways,
shopping malls, and bridges, to name a few.
Now there are folks in Africa thieving penises.
I Have Died for the First Time
July 20, 2008
“I think of you as a brother,” SHE says
The words-like a spell-unlocked FEAR
Which attacked my heart relentlessly
To the point where I have now died my first death
*
I am dead inside
My heart bleeds profusely til the blood is no more
MY FEAR has taken solid form
And now exists to torture me
*
“I think of you not as a sister,
But something much more than that,”
I wish to say, but
My heart’s voice is being strangled
*
Did I speak far too soon?
Or did I speak far too late?
Did I release myself too quickly
Resulting in not relief, but the emptiness I feel now?
*
The Hurricane of Tragedy has broken
The Levees of my heart
Which suppressed my innermost emotions
Now the light which should guide me
To safe ground, has been Relinquished
And through the dark I must move alone
hymn
July 17, 2008
the darkness of my blackened soul
what fear of love
and shame of loss
that i should forth my self its lame
but wallow in this earthen fame
you grace my heart rejoice my weakness
given my pride
and forthright guile
if i should seek myself once more
you should turn your face and me abhor
oh life of loss
so filled my fears
that i called out in shame and tears
to know my life a passing shame
to know your son for me he came
Hos-piss
June 25, 2008
Hospice
A word with all the powers of a magnet
Drawing things together
Somethings are shunned and wish to be repelled
But they always return
Others are accepted easily
But can never come back
Everything attracted has something in common
Power to express emotions
Love
Pain
Fear
Last wishes-like fire-are warm
But too much fire surrounding one self becomes
The source of more love
The source of more pain
The source of more fear
The smoke becomes a heavy blanket
Smothering its starter
To reduce the burden a stand must be made
One of courage where friends may be hurt
You can piss out the fire
But you cant piss out the pain
Great difficulty lies on the path where you try to be kind and loving
But sacrifices must be made
To live the rest of ones days with only the closest people to their heart.
Roger Mugs
rcribay
Ned
timsaslacker
joshuagrace
Julio Chapluzki
freakynewchild
Poeta Maximus
David X. Hugo
