New Years Brawl

Here to the new year
another fucking match
continuously punched
in the face with facts
of existence

and to every ones amazement

You stand back up year after year
eye hanging out of socket, purple welted eyes
for another round and every one knows
what a worthless brutal sport it is.

but in some weird masochism they thinks they like it
or at least live in such fear of the other option
do like it.

and every one cheers when you give a right inside jab
to that opponent, or are too fast to get caught by his
sledge hammer fist.
but you know he is too big to take on your self.

but, what fun is a fight if you dont fight.

The Death of Captian Scaredheart

"JESUS MEN, THE CAPTAIN IS DYING!"

"How the fuck did this happen?!?!"

"well, uh, im pretty sure, he uh, saw the note about what an asshole,
we all think he is. "

"Yea, and then... well,
his eyes glazed black, and his skin paled white
like a man who just found out
all his life's hardest work is worthless..."

How the Animals disguise there Love

And it is the jealously lusting black dog that gnashes his
loved ones bones in fear that they will discover each other
and leave the bleak black dog alone. when really
the black dog would revive more love by sharing his

Surcumbed to the bruises of Ego

its seems we see all ourselves as the victim

child like confused anxious

the one on the ground, beaten by what we call life.

but truth seems to say, this is just life, and
revenge is far from reparation
now do work to live it.

The Appitite of Young hurt men

Always was he in wanting of a girl made of flowers,
for theres was the alluring colour and contours
coupled with perfumed grace.

but though flowers maybe beautiful soon they are to wither with age
and what substance do they offer.

prehaps he should hunt those who bear fruits
instead of flowers

because his appetite is never filled
even after devouring a field

of the wildest flowers

frustration in discipline

Do it come on do it!!

doesnt fuckin matter what it is

this helps the pain leave you alone

so let your neurosises in

and just write even if it be in bad form.

Passing solstace

Alrgiht, we know, at least for a day now.

after this we settle in for a long winter's
alone coldness until life tactfully relives in spring