The Creators Burdon

The man created things
he did this because
he felt the things in his life
did not live to the potential
that he could image them to be
and yet he could never make
the things he made
live that high either
and learned to embrace
everything for its wounded
quality

post modern verse

He created things
He did this because
He has not felt in life
Can not live in
They imagine that he
And he could not yet
He added
Live, one of the high
I learned to embrace and
All injuries
Quality

An Invitation to a new Exclusion

join the young man alone in the forest
this, what you have and repeat
it will never leave, you can always come back
but perhaps if you were to look in the eyes
of another, one who already left that
taste of unsavory meaning and desire
you could be free in a place of
subtle virtues

post modern verse

Alone in the woods, the participation of young men
This, there is no repeat
Is leaving to come back at any time is not
However, perhaps if visible
Another one is already on the left
Sense of hope and an unpleasant taste
Be free for you
Subtle virtue

wherefore is thou restraint

You asked me to show you what i was made of
so i pulled out my guts
then you were disgusted
to the point that you vomited
then I was to see what was inside of you
and we both feel like shit


post modern verse

You have been asked to see me and
So I pulled out my guts
Was tired
Point, you vomited
See the inside of you
I feel like shit and is

same for you

reflection on the soft water

He was once a younger man
who felt the need
to nurse the wings of wounded birds
then as he grew
he saw the wounds of his face
in the waters reflection
and began to cry
then looking up again
saw that the ponds water
was the tears of all
the selfish wounded men

post modern verse

He is the past, young man
felt the need of people
Wing to nurse injured birds
Since then, he has grown
He saw the scars of the face
Reflection in water
Shout now
Re-examine
I saw the water of the pond
It was all the tears from my eyes
The injured man named everyone, selfish

The life of one in auspicion

what more does one have
then to take the time
to look in ascension
and learn by heart
all there is
although they will never
know all

post modern verse

That I have something more
Then, it takes time
In Assumption
Study in heart and
Have all
They never
Know all

Pattern of Shaddows

She in light
was to be held
above him in dark
but who chose this
the one who is wounded
repeats the same action
and continues to be wounded

post modern verse

She's the light
Was held
On the darkness of his
However, this choice
He is one of the wounded
Repeat the same behavior
Be wound

Dialog of Young Warrior and His Lover

She asked

"How could they kill so many children?"

And he replied

"It's easy you see, man himself is aware of his vulnerability,
and can not stand the sight of another mans vulnerability,
more so when that man is more vulnerable and beautiful"

post modern verse

She asked

"How do you kill more children?"

He said.

"It's easy, please refer to your people who are aware of their vulnerability,
And vulnerability can not stand the sight of another vulnerability"

In the Tree that is Below You

casting more glance of dismay
at the child of a man who is a child
for wanting to love and you are
upset he does not know the rules
and yet, he has not learned them
either.

post modern verse

Casting a look of disappointment
The children of the man and child who
Have hope for love
He is upset not know the rules
Yet, he did not learn them
Either.

preeminence of all

Water is life giving for we are made of it and it feeds us
Fire is life giving for we are warmed by it and cleans what feeds us
so all is all is all the same
and we still separate
things into ideas
because we see the change of life from death
and that holds more control on us
then all

post modern verse

We made our water and feed it is given a life
Is for the fire to feed clean air is warmed by it, and gives us life
So, all the same
By now many of the
Things to ideas
See a change in our lives from death
We retain more control
All subsequent

How an Old Face was Young

It seems,
even the god
of drunken blasphemy
and pure hearted hedonism
has a philosophical
moment of soberness
when writing rent checks
and calling in car repairs

post modern verse

This is
God also
Violation of drinking
Hedonism and pure-hearted
The philosophy
Moment of sober
When writing a rent check
Call for car repairs

Dialog of Sisyphus

"oh this is really cool, thanks so much god...
Try to help the world and this is what I fucking get huh,
the job to keep pushing a stupid rock up a stupid hill....
well, at least humans really know what life is like now..."

in post modern

"Oh, this is really really cool, thank you God ...
The test is to contribute to the world, this is what I fucking get a grant,
Work on the hill, to continue to push the stupid ... stupid lock
Well, at least, people are now living know it ... "

The Apperal of Loved ones

A jeweled ring
that has no end
is stuffed full
of an appendage
that you use
to do everything
its so you dont
forget someone
else has the same

post modern verse

Jewelry ring
Has no end
The full
Of a limb
Is used
That all
So, dont
Forgotten?
Are identical
to other users

Why the Owl is so wise

Sleep in a black night
and your time shall not return
fight with your eyes
and physical aliments
and you will learn
what is able to be accomplished

post modern verse

sleep at night, black
Returns the time as you need
Fight with your eyes
And physical aliments
To learn
Can be achieved

The Name was Mother Nature

There it goes
a year of work
in a second of
time
from something
so soft
that usually helps
but now hurts
like many
other things

post modern verse

That's it
One year of work
A seconds
Time

From?
Since soft
Usually it helps to
, Have now difficult
similar to things that are similar

A Matter of Being Mistaken

Does it not matter that man mistakes
one would say he will always mistake
but isnt that in itself a mistake
both proving and disillusioning
and regardless
to what chance is this our concern
for why not work for a life unmistaken
and accept them with submission

Who Put that Silk Hat on a Pig

When words go down on paper
Usually I feel the first to notice
how many of those words
need not be there
unless, i want to feed my gluttony

post modern verse

Get words on paper when
I usually feel the first to notice that
Many of these words
It is not necessarily
Unless I want to feed the gluttony

A man who felt nothing
felt the need to do nothing
and so his life became nothing
who are we to say that that nothing
was more then an others something
when that something
was just to impress some one

post modern verse

The man is nothing
He felt the need to do nothing
It became his life was nothing
We are saying, nothing
Also had something other
When?
Impression was one of only

Nude Alone in the Room

She was the only one who knew
what she hides, alone, nude
then she noticed
standing tall
in full bloom
like a peacocks tail
filled with the nectar of gods
the mocking presents
of what is young and loved
and still ripe with color

she could not stand its voice
for all though it was silent
it spoke of all her
aging spots
and unfulfilled dreams

post modern verse

She knew only one
She is hiding something, even just nudity
Then, she noticed
Standing tall
Blooming
As the tail of a peacock
Filled with nectar of God
Scoff at the present
Young love?
Yet ripe for color

I could not stand her voice
All was silent
All of her story
Aging Spot
and
Unfulfilled dreams

In hopes of Moksha

cast off into the order
where one has no choice
to choose who or how
leaves one with out
the neurosis of purpose
for it was divinely
decided in the truth
of inequitable

post modern verse

In order to close
Where one is not an option
To select, or how the
Out with a leaf
Purpose of neurosis
For it was divinely
Really decided
The inequitable

The age of Post Apocalypse

Do not worry the coming death
for this death is death
that has already died.
an earth fragmented
so far its unable to be put back
now you have only too
choose which parts
to be a part of.

post modern verse

Please do not worry about the future death
This is the death of death
Have already died.
Fragment Earth
This can not go back to
But still
Selecting the most
Is a part of.

Burden of the Pious

Jesus baby
cant you let up for a second
Im already treading water
can't you get off my back
over righteous one
im doing what I can

existentialism in metaphor

A simple meal for one
cooked alone
eaten alone
and met with
the fermentation of plants
to ferment the affirmation
of a simple meal for one

(im reading Poetry at L'Keg 311 Glendale Blvd. at 8:00 Tonight)

Magick Revelations

The Messages that we feel
the upmost passion
to share with others
do not exist
for they only show us
where our
insecurities lie

post modern verse

We feel the message
Passion of the most
Share with others
Not present
They are our details
Here we
Lie fear

The lethargy of Living

in existence to the harsh jagged shapes of stones
water follows the path previously unveiled before it
with indolence and speed
wanting to finish and wanting to be finished
only those waters of floods find new paths
due to the terrible circumstances of their birth

post modern verse

The present form of jagged stones of harsh,
The path of the water, the following prior to the previously

The Curse of a Blessing

The Musician plays for the women
in purity, showing too much of whats inside
like a goth in the sun
it burns to constant pain
for all those around

post modern verse

For women, the musicians play Purity is too much to see whats inside Under the sun, like a Gothic The pain of burns For all those around

The Response of Beasts

I am the young man
who is now old
for
letting nervous animal tension
over take me
and now
like a weak heard dog
i crawl on my hands
crying

post modern verse

Tension of the nerves of the animal
Like a weak dog
I crawled into my hand
Crying

Wind turns the direction of emotion

Thank you
for adverting your eyes
from the car crash of a man I have become
But without
even seeing your face
the emotion seeps from you and I still know

post modern verse

Thank you Adverting your eyes From an automobile accident in which is I However, no Look away your face Penetration of the emotion, and I know that feeling

The Sublte Mistress of Pornography

Men ask of her to give all the feelings
to drown them in stimulation
show me your flesh
feed me your sweets
pour me to intoxication

and in supplying such
fleeting beauty

the melancholia we all possess
is carved into her grave stone
emotions

post modern verse

Asks the man to give all of her emotions
To indulge in stimulating
I meat more
I feed your sweet
I am addicted to pour

And supply and
The beauty of the fleeting

We all have a depression
Are engraved on the stone of her tomb
Feeling

Ritual Vaccination

Please stop this
to pray is for psyche

it will not cure all
only imperialism will

for the pure methods
of science
have no god

this is why you fear them
though they cure you

post modern verse

There is no cure all
Be the only imperialism

Caught in the Gazing

they are always watching
and you know this
that is why
you suffer from
anomalies

In All Mans Same Suffrage

Christ, your Heartless
where did it go?
stabbed there upon the cross were you?
we all have our own crosses to bare
and our own nemesis
who thrash our hearts


post modern verse

Jesus is unfeeling
Where was I?
If bitten on the Cross?
Our own cross to bare -
And our nemesis
Slash in our hearts