Old poems from high school

I found some work I did for High school and thought I should move it here.

If you

If you sell pieces of your humanity
Pass them off as your currency
And rap them up for the black market
While the world sulks in a crude casket

If your fame is airborne on blazing wings
Rocketed out to space leaving smoke rings
That linger on to masticate the ozone
While you live up and above all alone

If you make people tremble in fear
Of losing their families and all they hold dear
Enslaving villages with the army of Nike
And with your axe try to strike at their psyche

If you breed death in your giant factories
While sitting down and sipping Peach daiquiris
Acting like you never did nothing wrong
Paying your parrots to keep singing that song

If you regret nothing and enjoy every ounce
Of pain you have caused so you can trounce
Then remember this one sole simple line
You are an enemy of mine



For Tomorrow


Heaven is a struggle
A drop of your blood hitting pavement
A cramp from your shoulders burden
Its when, for a lifetime, you bite your lip
You try to ignore the pain, to keep going
You hold onto your hope
You keep your fist up
While torment haunts your every turn

Heaven is a place
A solitary grave in Nowhere
A giant globe on your back
Its when, for eternity, you are a pedestal
Even your corpse holds the position
You keep it mounted
Without your endurance
It would fall to the ground and shatter

Heaven is a sunset
Over a golden woods
From eyes of your children
They watch their precious, thriving forest
Where the birds sing and the rivers dance
Where life breathes through the very lips
That holds your kiss


Divine Fall

Every line was checked and doubled
Every hook pulled and tightened
My equipment will cause no trouble
And yet I am severely frightened
My bodys tension is not subtle
And my heart beat quickly heightens
I only hope I have the mettle
I only hope my nerve wont lighten

Eyes of mine watch the shadows
Graze upon the black abyss
Oh you sweet and gorgeous tableau
Oh you vixen, lay your kiss
May all my crude, blackened blood flow
May all my sounds be one queer hiss
May my true prideful spirit glow
And write its name upon Deaths list

Dive for treasure or for meaning
Fly for one last piece of hope
Dive forever and without reason
Fly so that I may float
Master fear and conquer treason
Of my bodys quaking coat
Lose the shackles, gain true freedom
Until the tension takes the rope

Not for now and never more
I will not end this at Ballade
It is my future I deplore
Oh Sir Time please send your nod
And freeze this place forevermore
Before my rope begins to prod
Please do not let me see the floor
Right now Im busy touching God

More poetry

I figured I'd transfer some more poems over

If we are the experiencers
Then is the experience just space and energy held in place by chemistry?
Is life created randomly through a cosmic happening when separate things act solidly through something called biology?

If a butterfly can make a violent sky half a world away
Because the currents it creates began to fluctuate and a hundred dozen cousins help to operate the oxygen and it begins to pull itself Becoming strung together consciousness
Then are there a billion little variables unknown to the narrators working underneath the scene to make everything we see
Transforming tears to tidal waves and smiles into new-born babes?

If one day a tree can cave over deceased in the forest but nobody's come around there that day to record it except for the ground that it found to absorb it
And the shrubs and the bugs who've all come to explore it
Then maybe the experience can take the reigns they call chaos so a billion little variables unknown to the narrators can work together as an army filling life with harmony

If we are nothing but a coupling in a melody
In a giant song that takes so long it's called eternity
Then a tree will look just like a tree until there's no one there to see a million billion subtleties that give us everything we need
And sometimes even what we dream

And then somehow it blows it, when we notice for a moment the universe might have a mind and a plan laid out of some kind
And we know we're in its company when we feel this thing we call beauty


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Why am I a fish?
As you look with confidence my eyes dart around with senselessness
As you lean forward for a kiss I just float there like a fish
As you blue my balls and lock my jaws and suck my lips and your spit drips I'm still frozen, frozen stiff

And you make me feel like my shell's peeled and convince me you can see my wings so completely thoroughly that I begin to see them, too
You'll still be gone before I learn to crawl and much more long before I learn to fly
Oh why! Why am I fish?

And maybe, somehow maybe I can pull a twist and play the angel that you say you're with
Maybe I can wear a mask painted of a man with class and we can pretend I'm something better off than this
But as I cling to broken memories of when we laid in each other's gravity it burns to think about reality, about what became our history
The story of the angel and the fish

And you dug me out from where I'm buried and eased me into all things scary and showed me I'm not the ugly bastard that I see
And I wish so bad that you'd return to me and my fists tremble thinking it's the end for me
I'm the fish that wrote a symphony of regret and all things left undone and all the ways I've lost respect
All replies left too late and a thick disguise I couldn't break and so I'd die to know for goodness sake
Why, oh why am I lurker of the lake?

Why couldn't I let passion be my guide and pull you close and under your surprise show you what it really means to give a kiss
Because I am just a fish. Why, oh why can't I be something better off than this?

Fuck Rush Limbaugh

Fuck Rush Limbaugh