Archive for September, 2007

Chivalry Vs. Chick Ballsy

{ September 23, 2007 @ 11:16 am } · { Behavior, Existentialist Poetry, Philosophy, Poetry, Psychology, Rebutting Poetry, death, humor, love, lovers, relationships }
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Warrior’s Love

I will take
Blows from the unseen foe
Armor blurring black gray in the exchange
Just to defend
My love for you
My quest is immortal
My vessel is not
I will keep on
Fighting for your love
Until I fall
On your battlefield
Cut bloodied black and blue bruised
Breastplate cleaved
I will fight to be back
In your arms
Cutting down the innumerable enemy
With a single arm
And if they succeed
In bringing me down
Dumping me on a heap of the bodies of the slain
Covering me with the soil of my mother
I will crawl
From the grave
Cadaverous skeletal
Pieces or armor still hanging
And reappear at your bedroom window
With the moon silhouetting my ghastly form
And reclaim what is
Rightfully mine
For it is only with you
The object of my fight quest love
That I will be reborn
Re-formed
Oh Goddess mine.

Vs.

Runner

Creepy isn’t it?
Who would listen to this twit?
Where in this day of quick minute
Cavaliers like him won’t stand a whit
If I were him I would split
Before she thinks of the next hit
Upon seeing a large bit
The latter hook up would become un-knit
Call me a pessimist for the slit
What you see is what you git.

Metaphysical Music

{ September 15, 2007 @ 1:30 pm } · { Behavior, Existentialist Poetry, Philosophy, Poetry, Psychology, Sci-Fi, death, love, relationships }
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The soul has more kinship
With sound
At the right frequency
You can hear one’s heart
If you tune in in earnest.

So when cherished sound issues from lips
Listen well
Let it wrap around
Your ears
She he has hugged you me.

Saying your name
Say his her name
Both souls amplify
At the sweetest sound.

Souls fade
When no one remembers
Their song
Play his her your my
Song
The sound echoes
Indefinitely
And blend
Into
Music
Be my deejay
And I will be
Yours.

(Sex need not be an issue.)

“Forever Young” – Alphaville

Coffee with Death

{ September 9, 2007 @ 1:52 pm } · { Behavior, Existentialist Poetry, Poetry, Psychology, Relaxing Funny, Sci-Fi, Sci-Fi Poetry, death, humor }
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I sat before Death
As close I can get
Savoring slowly my drink
Before I run out of ink (He always had a toothy smile)

Aren’t you tired of that drab dress
Hiphop hood a goth faddist less
I shot at him with a grin
Empty eyesockets regarded me thin (He always struck me as a bored clerk)

Well human I did Brad Pitt
That suit was hot and full of wit
But I rather stay true to heart
Which one day with which you will part (At that point I clutched at my chest)

Any advice before I go
To the place of the crow
Fishing for a deep line
From the holder of the blades that shine (It was under the checkered mantled table)

He stood up and was about to leave
Spun the scythe with a bony wristed heave
Enjoy your coffee
With more than just me.

Click here for the soundtrack: Don’t You Forget About Me by Simple Minds