Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Austerer in Affinity

ask too much
when a man
needs to hunt
and the cold
eyes and skin
will see you
as now a
burden

post modern verse

Too many requests
The man at the time
Need to hunt
And cold
Eyes and skin
You will see
Now,
Burden

Monday, June 29, 2009

One of which is natural


straight from birth
all things in beauty
and their patterns
create struggle
for you to leave
from where you were

Sunday, June 28, 2009

An age that shall come


In a naivety the young boy thought
to ask, to know to learn of what is free
and when he spoke to the world of this
scared and empatheticaly he did not want
to answer, for there is a reason it is difficult
because once you learn of it nothing ever feels
as feelings once felt


post modern verse

Naivete in thinking that the young boy
Is, ask someone you know to learn something for free
I talked to him at the time of this world
He was scared and did not want empathetical
To answer, because it is difficult to reason
To see anything like this once

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Tearless eyes of an animal

take the expression of natures beast
study the eyes and lips
now learn that they do not exist
you are genetically dispositioned
to believe in that which is such
and is truly nothing


post modern verse

Take the expression of the nature of the beast
Research lips and eyes
Now learn that it does not exist
The nature of the genetic
It is as if we are
Nothing really

Friday, June 26, 2009

The aspiration to heel


Peel up what is there
the worn varnish of a personality
that has been stepped upon and made
filthy over the years of laying low
then lay down the works
of another staining
of worthless hope

post modern verse

What is there to skin
Varnish, a warning of his personality
That is reinforced when the
Dirty aged laying low
Then set a piece of
Of different staining
The hope of no value

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Though it poses no Threat

this is the room
where the widow
spent her time
thinking of memories
that no longer worked
because with every
memory of a memory
slight variation takes place
and make them not longer
reality

post modern verse

There is room for such
The widow
She spent time
Think of memories
Will no longer work
For all
Memory Memory
Little change in
The long and the
Reality

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Desire is the flower that always wilts first

What makes him a pervert
is that his deplorable ideas
of ones overly beautiful life
in which he needs not speak
and expects his wishes granted
seems attainable and he believes it is


post modern verse

He is a pervert?
His idea is deplorable
Over the life of beauty
He should not speak
He gives hope and expectation
He believes it can achieve