wondering why the fuck i'm deemed more republican through this oh so accurate scale...wtf...im not republican, if anything i'm liberal, or maybe just a hippie...u know the good kind, that showers. ~note: no offense to smelly hippies, i do love u guys!

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how could i be a 94% match with myself? and 96% friend.....well, at least i'm 0% enemy to myself...i disagree

~note~
these poems vary in date as well as progression...my earlier works are obviously amateur...

~5.3.08

(this one had to be written using the letter "e" in every word)

The treetop's benevolence they acquiesce transported enter space every eye sees creature there reminding where they lie every time. Enter equation rationalize conversation yet more.

Exceeding the elevation expecting real emulation yet they are never real, true. Their anger, jealousy, rage transcending time, space, spent heaving heavy chests exhilirated everlasting grace their lives fear those expending their time they spare surreal ether, they cease.

~5.3.08

You smell like rain of sheets and blue.
Vague remembrance as your soul
capitulates turns tactile in my hand.
Touch of silver and grey emulate light
and this.
Turnstiles, rivers - dark.
Aqua sight, fervent sound
howling in beams of moon and then
transforming and gazing the rhythms
Seeping sights of sounds into crevices
of mind and feeling the odors of self.
Cloud infringing heavy blanket, upon
oneself to look and find nothing there.

~5.3.08

Unshakeable marksman of my heart and mind,
beating carelessly to no avail.
Manipulating and breaking
fuck me still and then until
we bend and break yet vivid words
I cannot shake and you take
take take - to hollow out the shell
to mold into your own creation
sick revelation you unfold
the soul and bend the will
till drowning victims begin
to fill the hole inside of you.
Its seeps like black oil and silt
and all around rock and tilt
under the weight of your arrogance.
Mocking words of ugly color
as you rip the soul right
out of me, binding tying me, taking
the light right out of me.
Caring so thoughtlessly, drowning
in the reverie of the disease
that is you.
Twist and tease, flip me inside
out and expose your darkest secrets
by the penetration of me until
I'm as ugly as you.
Fill me up with your sickness
and greed, obsessive lust and fear,
twist it around and make it whole.
Bleeding my soul onto these
pages soaked in crimson waves
like sages of a cause
with no result or making,
breaking the lines,
while hearts still taking.

~5.3.08

(this one was a writing exercise where we had to write an erotic scene....mine was the only one in poem form.)


Bubbling brook flow waves into river, rocks weaving patterns through waters, struggling to keep balance as layers remove themselves exposing skin and water rushing to deep places within. The extension bordering on intrusion, pushing waters aside to clear paths of rocking penetration. Feet slick on rocks of moss skin rubbing with acqueous lubrication that just for a moment, just at first washes away our natural essence and makes it rough like sand in the crevices, the electric friction that almost makes me scream out. Intermittent sun invading thirty feet out, losing footing but thighs wrapped around thighs steadying and gentle rocking motion exploding into waves of teal and moss. Exposed and heaving, breath comes fleeting as others look on - the sweet stench of sex mingled with river rocks and sand, arouse the masses - they can't look away - and I laugh - I laugh so loud until I no longer care who's watching and the pent up pressure inside releases through guttural sounds of wet mouth, and tongue as we scream out in sweet release - and float.

~date unknown

Time escapes behind a hidden fortress,
eyes foretold the future.
These lives have never seen the impending
danger, though great and stretched far and wide.
The Sun the Moon eclipse
Hidden away for all time
Like a great wandering wind,
its breath of life, its zealous nature
unravels in the night.

~9.17. (06 or 07?)

Like ripples in water your words wash over me.
Time tells the story that lips cannot.
Under the blue crushing waves, the ocean floor,
like the base of my soul, is calm.
Life seems lifeless in a drifting world, yet
so alive that eternity isn't so surreal.
We wade in the waters only to get swept
back to the shore, is it the destination
that drives us, or the journey?
Can time show us the way , or are we
lost to all illusions?
Life's journey takes us only as far as to
the bank or the shore.
But without life, can we really live anymore?
Times meld and overlap, and we are lost,
our journey may be everlasting, but on this
world is not.
Before the rushing waters crash you
into the shore - live- by finding that
something worth dying for.

~9.17.07

~Who?~

It's been so long since I knew you.
Your presence used to bring joy-
what now?
Take away everything I knew and now
the presence of you is daunting.
What was once good is now
haunting - a memory, a word,
a sound.
Your image reveals more than before but
somehow much less.
Even copies and renditions of you are
striking.
Following my steps - my thoughts?
So much has changed - but of material
or just of form?
When will the day come when I see you?
And I won't get swept away in your
plague?
When I won't even recognize you or
remember, why, what, when, where, and
Who?
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Like a target you stalk me
only to find I'm not the aim,
for the aim is you.
When you lost me you really only
lost a part of you - so are you then
whole? complete and valid?
since you need me more than
you thought - no, not me in entirety, but my
essence.
The essence you lack, the things you lack -
disruption of the sequence - can you
fully recover?
From yourself?