Category Archives: my own poetry

no man lives the anguish of living without love and survives. he leaps off a bridge without a shove. we cry and cry to feel a loving hand in ours; no man wants to die alone in his last hour. … Continue reading →

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The fire of digestion is god’s gift to proud man; Without a good shit man lives his life on the can! Prometheus stole the fire that bound him to rock; Daily, the eagle tears his liver and courage mocks. To … Continue reading →

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The royal wedding of our time gladdens the loyal heart; we praise the prince and princess we can’t live without! King Arthur’s knights march to a beat that plays in our veins: the cry of his men can still be … Continue reading →

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the mast is full without meat and drinks tea all day long; his precocious speech is precious and sublime song! the man of god is drunk without drink, and is attracted to brothels where he can be without being distracted. … Continue reading →

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The melody of the breaking heart fades away, as the lover cries his last at break of day. No man can hold for long the lover’s moan within: sighs of pain save him from all he has ever been. The … Continue reading →

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Drunk or smashed is all the same to our clear and sober mind; the Friend’s name opens the heart’s eye and makes it to all else blind! We swear we have no gods but fall prostrate at your pure feet: … Continue reading →

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Lord and master, help us to shovel all our debt into a hole our creditors completely forget. We wish to be entirely free of all relation to all who so annoy us with such a fixation! The world deserves a … Continue reading →

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be as it may, the truth is wrapped with a burlap bag; be as it may, love is graced by a rough and holy rag. maharaj was the king of infinite dispassion; his fierce splendor resulted from naked vision. his … Continue reading →

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We long to drown in the loud sounding sea; We long to swallow our pathetic pleas. Help us find the courage of our convictions to surrender the last of our lousy fictions. Master, give us the talent to cut our … Continue reading →

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our lifestyle based on energy has so empowered desire, we delight to celebrate our deadly greed with nuclear fire. we have been led on by our own outrageous demands, that have become accepted as normal across the land. quality of … Continue reading →

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