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Poetry Club

I was thinking about posting this yesterday, and decided not to. I took a powerful small trip, and, as I walked home, I changed my mind. This is old. It has another part. It originally was one poem, but I showed it to a drummer and he thought the last page was the whole poem! I decided that maybe he was on to something, eventually.


A(u)rt... And die musik Pt. 2

Love

I, who could not see your methods
For power's reach
In the final mix
Entered your realm
And hunted them so closely
That I lost sight of you
Lost all concept of your dance of dawn
For a cotton gin in perpetual twilight
For its own sake
For all sake
For

Under boundless sky
Your works live again for me
Lucid presence
Intertwining, equating
In such juxtaposed shout of yes
As to make your freedom's form
The ultimate epitome joysong
Of all of our mutual dream of life -

True flight, rays of light through
Our crystal heart to merge in one
Waveform spectrum and play in
streams of you
 
Unending volley of pointed thoughts.

Piercing veils and critical hit spots.

Blot out the sun, hide from the dreadnought.

Return fire, load the cannons with grapeshot.

Dangle only to mangle and get nothing. Huguenots.

Bursting at the seams, full of different ink blots.

Sell them to others to adopt shiny Nü Dukats.

Worth of your soul on the Karman line, cosmonaut.

Remain on high and decide your purpose wrought.

Above the slag, align ones self and get caught.

Perspective earned or taken? Don't spoil the lot.

Mind the planted seeds. The ones time forgot.

Forget them again, and suffer death by Ergot.

Society tends to burn away growing cultural rot.
 
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?

~Charles Bukowski
 
Love Bukowski! Thank you for that. I know his prose better than his poetry. Here is a Bukowski poem I really like.

Charles Bukowski – Go All The Way

If you’re going to try, go all the way.
Otherwise, don’t even start.
If you’re going to try, go all the way.
This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs and maybe even your mind.
It could mean not eating for three or four days.
It could mean freezing on a park bench.
It could mean jail.
It could mean derision, mockery, isolation.
Isolation is the gift.
All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it.
And, you’ll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds.
And it will be better than anything else you can imagine.
If you’re going to try, go all the way.
There is no other feeling like that.
You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire.
DO IT. DO IT. DO IT. All the way
You will ride life straight to perfect laughter.
It’s the only good fight there is
 
Jack Kerouac - Mexico City Blues

199th Chorus

Empty balloons of gorgeous?
Wild upskies bedazzling radiant?
Immense arcades of secret joy?
Caves of light, Ya-Vingo,
dream-material palaces
high in the texture
of the high thought?

Nirvana? Heaven?
X? Whatyoucallit?

S w e a r

Huge milky areas of silence
Permeated by rose petals
crushed in diamond vats
Great baths of glory?
Singing quiet humsound? --
White light of black eternity? --
Golden Secret Figures
Of Unimaginable
Inexpressible Flowers
Blooming in the One Own
Mind
Essence
 
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I 've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Emily Dickinson
 
I'll tell you a tale I know nothing about
from the outside in and inside out
The admission is free so pay at the door
Now pull out a chair and sit on the floor

One bright day, in the middle of night
Two dead boys got up to fight
Back to back they faced each other
Drew their swords and shot each other

The blind man came to see fair play
The mute man came to shout hooray
The deaf policeman heard the noise
And came to stop those two dead boys

He lived on the corner in the middle of the block
In a two story house on a vacant lot
A man with no legs came walking by
And kicked the lawman in his thigh

He crashed through a wall without making a sound
Into a dry creek bed and suddenly drowned
A long black hearse came to cart him away
But he ran for his life and is still gone today

I watched from the corner of the table
The only eyewitness to facts of my fable
If you doubt my lies are true
Just ask the blind man, he saw it too

P.S. Many versions of this poems out there. I heard it when I was a kid and always enjoyed it. I have no idea who wrote it originally. Somebody told me Jimi Hendrix wrote it, but I don't think that is true.
 
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There will come soft rain and the smell of the ground,

And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,

And wild plum trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire,

Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one

Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,

If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn

Would scarcely know that we were gone.

~Sara Teasdale
 
Day to day shit.





I fucking live off coffee and cigarettes, to be honest I just don't give a shit. Thats just another lie, affirmed by my predisposition to cry. I claim to be emotionless when really I'm overrun by it. You all see a smile, but not whats inside, it’s just a mask i use to hide. I'm giving you what you want, now its up to you to conceive, in reality it has nothing
to do with me. Over the years I've grown to see , that you don't want to know the real me. So i give you all a great facade, even though thats not my job. I shouldn't have to protect you, thats just what i tell myself, so ill protect me. Your reactions haven't necessarily been exemplary, but to my facade they've been praiseworthy. So now we land in the present, excluding the verb definition of it, because from what i see, this is not a gift, merely more weight for me to lift. And i know I'm not the only one, and I'm certainly no victim son, i actually don't have the patients for them, they're luxury problems, they’re scratched new benz. You can leave your empty bags my friend, don't worry your bell boy will carry them. And when did i ask you for your point of view? You people out here run your mouths, as if you have nothing to lose. You see where I'm from thats just the intro. Now you've made a mistake, empty words aren't as loud as the sound bones make when they break. Everyone’s a tough guy until things escalate. Theres another level to this game that you play, the parental controls are what kept you safe. It can be scary there it's not a safe place. I can give you examples, there overt, in your face, undeniable evil !! How many women do you know that have been raped? One, two , three ? Wait i was still talking about the first woman and what she had to face, did nothing wrong just in the wrong place. These animals removed her innocence from its space. She cried out loud for you god while the next man took his place. Where the fuck were you while her soul was displaced ? Graphic images of what i could do to them so their payment is made. They even rape men, what never heard of jail gay, no one is safe! The numbers were higher than the ones i just placed. My intro to hatred came at a rapid pace. That anger makes you capable of things you cant erase. The darkness gets thicker the faster you pace. So blind that conscience it will only get in your way. Have you ever seen someone’s head post opinion escape? Shouldn't open your mouth when you don't know who you’re talking about, that smile you see can change easily. We live in a zoo and someone's unlocked the cages, thats why I'm gonna stop writing soon, theres just not enough pages. The examples i can give from the war that hate wages, I kept the track marks as proof, sadly they’re part of me now and nothing can change it. The violence is normal it’s just day to day shit, eventually you get used to it, and now I'm just jaded. So I'll end with a quote by Frank Warren that i was amazed with "it's the children almost broken bye this world, who become the adults most likely to change it." I agree with this man, every word of his statement. As long as you have hope you can push through this pain kid
 
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