Wednesday, February 08, 2006

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

don't think that you are small
love is smaller:
its everywhere
and so are you

love poem

There are five billion people out there
and everyone of them has a heart

Miles Davis in 2006

We are children of the night
I don’t like game shows
Let me watch you do yoga for 3 hours
While I come up with different ways of tying my shoe
They say love is gold well silver will get you back home
Take my cowboy hat and do what you want with it
I’m killing the real killers these days
And its in people minds
I need to shrink to a piece of dust then enter through the ear
To shrink I must sell everything I got by midnight
sailing to distant lands
on computers made from left over 1920 dogs toys
can you hear me or
is there something in your ear?
if so
forget the bright lights and talk softly about
what once was by
fire
burning with the dreams of tomorrow’s dreams
I’ll be gently
I’m scared also
But first lets just sleep

love song

Dynomite nights
Fighting for nothing
O my god
It was like we shared a common mind
When you ordered that pizza it was so funny
It felt like honey
Hay you want to fly
No one can fly
And everyone dies
We knew that on those nights
But we knew nothing also
Killing the killers
Flying high
I don’t know my mom
but I knew you those nights
it felt right
It just felt awesome you were my best friend
We made prank calls to the future
And the dial tone was a song to the past

making love to our memories
making love to our memories
making love to our memories

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

killing things

Called up the doctor
He said I was in trouble
“big trouble.”
“like death” I asked
“am not saying, go have fun and don’t die”
I was puzzled by this, but kept on watching tv
Nothing seemed fun anymore
So I turned to drugs and sex
It takes more energy then I thought it would
When that ran out
I sat in the tundra
Just having diarrhea and smoking cigarettes
I kept on thinking about the doctor
So I became a priest
And the doctor came to my booth in confessions
“I’m a sinner” he sang
“Why?” I asked
I could tell this man was a genius
“Because I believe in too much to the point that I don’t believe in anything”
“Take you time we can’t figure out everything.” I said
“can I just figure out one thing?”
“Its hard, but I will join you” I said
Now we just dance on ant farms

Monday, February 06, 2006

love poem

The sunset looked beautiful
like your heart

stalker for a stalker

I was going too fast
But didn’t want to stop yet
I got a thirst for danger
All the angles said I should stop
I told them sing your song and I will sing mine
Through a gun on the street just to change my thought process
It was going to be a hard day
But it wasn’t the first one I had
Took all the diamonds from my face and looked for a good deal
Light said it would help, but it needed my love
We made love on darkness and I called the metaphors bluff
Listen here, to the ones in the waiting rooms
“You can’t go undefeated, but you can choose who you fight!”
Then a bunch of beasts ate me while I tranformed from
an F to a A+
fuck it's only a game when there is rules
right womb?

Rubies

I’ll I can think about is the word
Tony
Said four times in a row on a boat
Tony
Tony
Tony
Tony
It’s not a joke
It’s a moment connected to others leading to death
Tony is the realist thing I have
Thank you Tony, I know you fight against death for me and others
Tony, I love it with a love that as little fear
Tony we will be lovers for life
Tony I sing for it becuse we can't sing for love and death today
just Tony at that will be fine today
Tony
I don't know if you hide me or free me
said slowly naked on boat heading towards a wall
Tony
Tony
Tony
Tony
I love it
Bill Clinton with the Dalai Lama and a pound of american cheese asking for direction to a whore house from Jesus
Bam
Bam
Bam
stay free warriors!

Die by animal

We could have killed each other today
but we did not!
We chose life
can you believe the courage?

"You will have to deal with more pain."
our moms said

Yes, its true
we're just waiting for
“What’s up?” to be golden
And to be comfortable with
not being able to fly
so be ok.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

mimes

mimes!

poem about something good

they fell down
but something good happened
and they got up

a poem about some kind of god

When sad everyone I know
tries
to find some kind of god
it's the best joke there is
and the punch line ends when they
laugh for real