Poetry – Page 3 – Liferaft in the Abyss

My problems with Jesus….

He was born with nothing,only to die and become (a) god(?) He was used as a bat upon my body and head. Made me feel lesserthan my neighborand burn me in hellfor blazing myown path? Real or not,I will neverfollow you. l rather mix andmatch,fillingMySelfwithYing….

Uncrusted

Accumulation upon, accumulation Of barnacles, rust and assorted minerals scrubbed away by sun shine laid him bare. A salamander dying in the sun….

Aw come on, death really that bad?

Is it that our fears drive us? Or our ignorance? I don’t know, but I’d like to believe both. All religions talk about death, but truly they don’t know Sh*t. I’d like to know, Because this life sucks. People living in tents in cities with empty buildiings. People with gold plated doctors may still dieContinue reading “Aw come on, death really that bad?”

I can’t tell you what day it is, a poem.

I used to think it was yesterday, but my calendar tells it’s today. But today is rather gloomy, with pictures of past winters, faded old leaves under the snow….

What am I becoming?

I have no idea how I make enemies. I don’t steal. I don’t lie, (but lately, I have lied). I’m not outwardly noticeable, ( but if most of the time I wear A black port pie as my hat, maybe I am). It is truly sad that anyone hates me or wishes me ill. And that’sContinue reading “What am I becoming?”

Crappy movies

I have noticed in the movies that humanity has less humanity. Humans still die very well. Lacking character and creativity….

And the wheel goes round and round….

Bringin’ down my fixedbayonet,I just missed your heart,a vision of killing youover andover again. Haven’t I won this war? I sat victorious in mydecaying throne room,the sandsmy only company? Only it ain’t earth,but Mars,My long lost deadBrother comingback formore….

Why does my mind….

….want to fill in all spaces? Walls of all trophies, certificates of accomplishments, Walls of pictures. But I can’t see the color of paint. And the doors and windows mean nothing to me….

I don’t like pink.

Yes, that’s right; I don’t like the color pink. I hate pink. It Clashes with my sense of empowerment. I don’t like pink, especially when it comes to the feminine. It says ‘weak’, ‘lesser sex’, ‘gays and lesbians belong in concentration camps’. And that the wearer can be abused as and Short changed. Why peopleContinue reading “I don’t like pink.”

I am death, a poem.

I couldn’t drive, because my body refused to stay seated, And learned to walk instead. Looking in any mirror a dead man smiles a wane smile. Only life exist in the present, but shackled to past, or fearful of the future is death. How many times should I kill myself to know Life?