Yet I have slept with beauty in my own weird way
And have made a hungry scene or two with beauty in my bed
And so spilled out another poem or two, and so spilled out another poem or two
Upon the Bosch-like world - Lawrence Ferlingetti.
I don't know why I thought they must be fucked -up except they were very beautifull
Lawrence Ferlingetti.
It is night, now all the flowing fountains speak louder. It is night, now all the songs of love is awake... a desire for love stirs in me, speaking the language of love... I do not know the happiness of those who take... A hunger grows out of my beauty. -Friedrich Nietzsche.
"fuck the humans, the eat and shit more than they are worth" -Ryan Churchill.
"I wish and wish and wish upon my star, but it never happens... so FUCK DISNEY!" -Ryan Churchill.
"The soul is such a fragile thing: naked, golden, pure.
It decends out of the ether, into the world of forms
entrapped , enmeshed... imprisoned.
And with each passing year, another layer of fless and blood, pain and abuse
Is woven around it...until eventually the soul doesn't even know itself as a soul
It identifies instead with the layers.
"I am flesh" it says "I am blood."
I am pain and abuse
I am heavy with time
I am sodden with age
I am darkness."
JM DeMatteis from "The Last One."
I am deadened here.
I am slipping toward the door.
As I seem to understand , you let me fix myself.
So I go to work
Hammer blows to the gears, the springs straighten and this machine stops
Too late you find as I fall to the floor
Miscellaneous gears explode against the ground.
A popping spark is my life expelled.
And it is all gone, no thoughts are imparted.
Who knows what lies in the mind of an insane machine
A broken soul, a distorted dream. -Tim LaCroix.
"I'm just crazy for diamond studded watch fobs!" -Daffy Duck.
Ode to the woman behind me that must have big breasts because she smells so good.
You were so lovely there naked, shaved bald, tied to a tree.
You were licking pictures of Ernest Borgnine, you didn't care
I wish they were pictures of me.
Oh smile that sweet ode to joy
Makes the rubber of my shoes boil
Make me want you as a toy
Who smeared you with caster oil?
As long as wimpers escape me
I feel life shall just plod
But if you were to surprise and rape me
I would bow down to god.
-Tim LaCroix
As darkness comes spare the confusion in the sad distracted mind.
Even here the truth of what I am I do not know.
-Edgar Allen Poe.
The motion of feathers in strobe.
She labors without you
The days press on
A few dots on the line
You would weep - you would wine...
The room is dark and golden
The air hangs heavy
She is bent over at the waist
We all absorb- we all arise
Slipping two minutes at a time
The loosened cog
A hole in the plastic
It makes you blur-it makes you blind
One night with coffee and birds
Alone in the park
The light flickers
She is the bond- she is the bird
Jeff Heneghan.
I see the things that drag themselves along,
all the things that flutter and soar are all gone
-Tim LaCroix
"Sweetness I was only joking when I said I would like to smash every tooth in your head" -The Smiths.
An agreeable laugh went away today
Taking with it the myrth of ages past
All the smiles and hugs are disolved with my tender care
I feel it replaced by a strong sense of disillusionment
And a bloody mallet for a statement
And a burning flame for a smile
A reproachful distance for a hug.
And I continue, like that insane flutter that is life
With a moan I will grow my hair long.
I will let it all lose control.
And sit and sob and cut myself with the blades of my own inadequacies
-Tim LaCroix.
Oh sure!
You bastard poets talk of love
And the petals of every flower that dared to bloom for you.
Talking as if perfection is attainable, and a woman is the bandaid of all the worst troubles
I denounce your prattling words with vehemont spirit and a dispairaging grace.
The love you speak of has fled into dreams and dreamers.
To reach towards beauty is to let your hand to be fuel for fire.
IT BURNS!
IT HURTS!
I want no part of beauty
I want no part of love
I want no talk of flowers.
-Tim LaCroix
Darkness and light are feelings
Not something you are, or can ever be
They come and go
Like dreams and nightmares
Like shadows in the mist.
-Tim LaCroix
They have all got daggers pressed upon my skin,
One wrong move and they push them in.
-Tim LaCroix
I have seen such ambivalence
To pain and sorrow both
I have seen so much use of it
That I will not approach.
-Tim LaCroix.
You would surely make the petals of a rose cry
If they but had an eye
You truly are a sweeter mix
Even if you teach the thorns new tricks.
-Tim LaCroix.
I sit in an uncomfortable chair staring out into the night
No beauty to rest my eye on, only an unyielding blackness.
And as I rise from an uncomfortable chair, I enter the night
In hope that someone else sitting in an uncomfortable chair
Will see a star.
-Tim LaCroix.
Life after life goes by,
Without poetry
Without seemliness
Without love
-Levertov.
I know I look good in blue,
But that is no reason for what you do.
-Eves Plum.
Though this be madness, yet there is method in't
Will you walk out of the air my lord? -Shakespeare.
Admit it, other persons are often puzzling. -Byron Byrne Social Psychology text book.
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