POEMs

THIRST

I'm starving myself of a sickness - of ages lost and loved.
Will you cure me? No need...I know the formula.
You're behind me, a dozen feet to my left, in blue.
You know your being watched, so you play like me -
pinning history on my back with rusty, Roman teeth.

BROTHER BEAST

I jump from glass, my feet wet with wine.
Splash - sting, my tears have not a care.
I've stumbled - my trespass a fluke.
Has the last church fallen?
If so, count me a sinner.
Harpies, Fire, Endless Dark.
Within inferno's I will feast...
Little boots - my brother beast.

Foundations now

The time to rejoice is now.
Study our histories...we're alive NOW, notice and
remember that.
Many seasons from now, we'll be old and ruined.
Remember NOW, when we still remember snake soup and
jesse bowls.
Remember your my brothers, more blood than theory.
My loyalty rests with you, my teachers...my brothers.
Take a deep breath ...reflect and recognize.
In the darkest of dreams, I'd hold you, knowing
righteousness...if only for a moment.

Reincarnated History

Dear Alex-
My son, myself, my pulse.
Half of me…yes you’ll soon envision 1983.
Remember my secrets, somehow they’re already yours…
My caramel-eyed boy, your every cell reflects our story.
Farther father.
Absently adrift.
Inventing illusions.
Garnering greed.
Beware the swelling seed.
I’ve uncovered the mysteries of ego.
I’ve looked into my own eyes, and recovered a simple
glory.
For the first born hold the key to the one.
All else follow in love, however faithful,
they're tainted by the one original son.

Death

I'm almost there.
The crusty edge of death's valley. Man it's hot out here...but look there are all my friends...man were gonna have a blast!
If I look closely into the flames resembling fire, I can see my mistakes as well as my time line outlined in a dusty, orange paint, so thirsty for wine, thirsty for the act of swallowing, the act of living. So simple it seems now in the hind-est of sight. What an idiot I've been...why not rejoice in everything? COMPUTERS RULE! SO DOES DUST! This was my time, and like all others I wasted a lot of it. But even in death I hold a ghostly ego ...I was pretty damn deluxe in noticing the blade behind my neck. To my Boys: Breathe deep...that's me.


	THIRST I'm starving myself of a sickness - of ages lost and loved. Will you cure me? No need...I know the formula. You're behind me, a dozen feet to my left, in blue. You know your being watched, so you play like me - pinning history on my back with rusty, Roman teeth. BROTHER BEAST I jump from glass, my feet wet with wine. Splash - sting, my tears have not a care. I've stumbled - my trespass a fluke. Has the last church fallen? If so, count me a sinner. Harpies, Fire, Endless Dark. Within inferno's I will feast... Little boots - my brother beast. Foundations now The time to rejoice is now. Study our histories...we're alive NOW, notice and remember that. Many seasons from now, we'll be old and ruined. Remember NOW, when we still remember snake soup and jesse bowls. Remember your my brothers, more blood than theory. My loyalty rests with you, my teachers...my brothers. Take a deep breath ...reflect and recognize. In the darkest of dreams, I'd hold you, knowing righteousness...if only for a moment. Reincarnated History Dear Alex- My son, myself, my pulse. Half of me…yes you’ll soon envision 1983. Remember my secrets, somehow they’re already yours… My caramel-eyed boy, your every cell reflects our story. Farther father. Absently adrift. Inventing illusions. Garnering greed. Beware the swelling seed. I’ve uncovered the mysteries of ego. I’ve looked into my own eyes, and recovered a simple glory. For the first born hold the key to the one. All else follow in love, however faithful, they're tainted by the one original son. Death I'm almost there. The crusty edge of death's valley. Man it's hot out here...but look there are all my friends...man were gonna have a blast! If I look closely into the flames resembling fire, I can see my mistakes as well as my time line outlined in a dusty, orange paint, so thirsty for wine, thirsty for the act of swallowing, the act of living. So simple it seems now in the hind-est of sight. What an idiot I've been...why not rejoice in everything? COMPUTERS RULE! SO DOES DUST! This was my time, and like all others I wasted a lot of it. But even in death I hold a ghostly ego ...I was pretty damn deluxe in noticing the blade behind my neck. To my Boys: Breathe deep...that's me.