A fire ravaged this area in Northern New Mexico.
"Great Thoughts Pass Me By"
Inventions worth millions,
cures for disease,
what did I do
with my friggin car keys?
Ways of world peace
and lyrics for song,
I forget them so soon
it seems like so long.
Had a line
now I don't
but I don't know why...
Why do
all my great thoughts
keep passing me by?
-Stephen Taylor Brown
Copyright: January 16, 2001
To Kimba
ALL MINE
i want you smiling, singing,
betraying the normal.
clutching your bread,
ignoring the time you spend alone.
i want your ledgers,
the plagues you've stopped,
whatever prophesy moved you.
i want it all.
the unknown captains, still stalking.
every discredited witness,
what you swore to,just to get out.
i want it all.
the price is mine,
for the plans that i make.
trying to tie ribbons
on a bald man.
i'd choose a dancer,
if there was a reset on my life.
but where is the dope
to keep me from screaming?
i want you.
one hysterical wish,
my floating stable.
filled with a stalled wind
and colored smoke.
you know.
a kissing booth just for you.
firing blanks at your picture,
running into every canal
i can find.reaching goals,
that no one sees.
bury me in resin,
and display me.
hold my painted arms
and speak in a higher octave.
i want you,
i know you,
you know.
-chris
Copyright,1999
love me here...
how often will i run my life
through a circle that only returns?
to hold onto a light for its warmth
only to suddenly realize it burns?
i do not believe that love can end
but changes to fit a shape.
and though i love you now,
we know my love has changed.
there were nights of never ending dreams,
those nights you held me to your heart,
times when we laughed with hopefulness...
then it began to fall apart.
when i close my eyes i see us there
hidden in smiles and
dancing on stars.
the images are few now and they seem so far apart...
my sunshine is black and cold
but there is some light unread
my heart is longing for kisses
my tears are my lonely friends.
if there was love then let it live again.
water the seed with kindness,
shelter it with care.
if you wish for my love to flourish
then u must love it there.
show me sunshine
sprinkle me with rain
and gaze in awe
as a flower blooms again.
-Fawn
Copyright,2000
Hello, are you there?
You who has followed me through many moons
of heart felt traumas
Do you hear me scream out my anguish?
Does your soul understand the pain?
And if I cut off my finger
as my heritage gives me the right to do
Will your white mind grasp the depth of my sorrow?
And if I lay my head on your shoulder
and bath you in my red tears
Would you love me with a moon heart for a while?
Just long enough for the shadow of death to pass
and for my red skin to turn pale again...
I hear my grandmothers call to me
But I am caught within this foreign world where all stands white
and I can't find the right path home
By Wolfeyes age 16 1956
Copyright, 1956
MickloBenu@aol.com
insects
The cost.
A nervous mind.
Who can you trust.
Ashes to ashes my mind turns to dust.
An insect walks and talks.
I see it hiding behind the rocks.
A body lays motionless
she calls herself my wife.
The injection of poison
as the spider drains my life.
A couch more slept on than a bed.
No difference I see
between I
or the dead.
She groans and weeps in my head.
To love is to be poisoned
I have always said.
~By mick j
July 10, 2009
Blooming of a flower
The blooming of a flower,
A'mist the thorns in the bush,
Showed signs of designs of nature.
But when the flower was mature,
A hideous hand from nowhere came,and
Thrashing upon the flower,
mashed all the source of scent and essence,
Left it on the ground as a downtrodden,
To be unnoticed by self and the maker.
The curse befell on the flower,
For its bloom and for color
Respite the thorns around
It could not protect itself.
Why pity the flower?
For the destiny has a perfect plan,
To be destined thus.
--Devi Nangrani
Copyright,2000
well i fucked up again
unfortunately it's a constant
feel i'm losing everything
myself
my love
what makes me
is no longer clear
the lines blur
staggering is the hole
i'v fallen
help no longer possible
the question riddle my mind
will i live another day
will i talk to her again
does love truly exist for me
these feelings no longer controllable
like a puppet i walk
forth unto the acid bath
which is the cynical lies
from my so called friends
i bleed
i die
i tear myself up
inside it's a massacre
for you
and it's all for not
the past is coming around
it will happen again
i see this hell
raising it's head
running is all i do
refuse to see
don't want to see
if i open my eyes
will it all end again
not ready to go
this body is but
a tortured shell
from which the demon has fled
--societies fall
Copyright,1999
~finding freedom~
the voice of freedom beckons me.
taunting me, it screams,
"bitch! you can never have me!"
i plea for mercy and beg for
freedom.
trapped inside of my own mind
i can't see where i'm going.
running
breathing
falling
crying
i can't find my way out.
threatened and frightened
i lie myself to sleep.
i tell myself,
"you will find your way,
you will see the light.
someday you will escape,
out of the silent night."
it's enough to comfort me
enough to soothe me to sleep.
but i know when i awake
it will only start again.
i will only run again.
i have to face each morning
with myself.
seeing myself in the mirror
i drift into my world again.
and i begin to run.
run from myself,
run from my friends,
run from my family.
i can't except help.
i must do this on my own.
with each day, and each night
i know it gets better.
with each waking moment my world
becomes brighter.
not seeing where i'm going
i'll always have faith.
someday that taunting voice will
disappear into the depths of my memory.
it will only be an occasional relapse.
but the feelings that i've felt,
the pain that i have lived through,
the imprisonment of my soul,
will be with me for the rest of my life.
but until that day,
i can't rest for long.
not until i find
my freedom.
--Katy--
Copyright June, 2000
tie me down in a alligator swamp
torn blank from the pages
pressing me with your reality
never realizing i don't care
i don't give a fuck when you hate me
because i never feel alive
i don't cry when you hurt me
because it would be just the same to die
when hell holds the answers
i can find myself here
blood stained winters
always tattooed with my tears
i call to you here
i am your silenced whimper
when held close to you
you can not feel my shivers
you lie and say you care
but you are so wrapped in yourself
i chain myself to the past
because i am hating myself
do u even see my torment?
is that why you turn away?
every time i need you...
you are never wanting to stay
hold me in your line of blood
but do not hold me any closer
i thought u cared so much
but you are a fucking monster
FAWN
Copyright,1999
Duct Tape
Me, poor me, always me.
You are so damned piety.
Do you hear the words
that you speak out loud?
Does your own voice ever
make you want to throw up?
I listen to you, and I want
to put my hand over your
mouth to make you shut up!
There is so much wrong with
this world, yet you dwell
on such stupid nonsense
that hearing you makes
my hair stand on end!
Enough, you simple,
self centered, slug.
Why don't you use your mouth
for something other than
your own self serving purpose.
If I had duct tape I would
use it to seal that mouth...
-Window Wish
Copyright, 2000
PINCH
other than the world around you,
what joy can squeak past you?
a little moment seems
like a pasture,
given that you're no longer roaming through it...
glory and sun,
small spots that twist more than your ankle,
happy angles, listed chapters in a favorite book.
every one a tasty laugh.....
the flavor still lingers,
valet service after a leisurely dinner....
more apt to....
bring your whole body to a sweet memory.
twitches, a signal through your spine,
tickling a weak spot inside.
sigh...no, smile, and remember that true
joy is purer than the urge to laugh.
who's not hungry?
--chris.
Copyright,
June 2000
To Kimba
like a distant gush of sea
the breeze blows around
the angel's wings
never ending
because that means she would
have to
begin?
feathers are dancers
on a cold night like this
the leaves tap down
against that rusted roof
again
oh, why must they
make me breathe?
Love,
Fawn
Copyright, July 2000
repeat
bose speakers reverberate
base through the walls
loud constant driven tone
same song stuck
"you broke my heart"
repeat
"you broke my heart"
repeat
"you broke my heart"
repeat
"you broke my heart"
repeat
"you broke my heart"
eerie silence as I
stop
this cycle of repeat
i stare into your eyes
just say it damnit
say it now...
long silence
you scream...
YOU BITCH!
YOU BROKE MY HEART!
silence
--Joee
Copyright, 2000
I can hear the children
The sound of wheels on asphalt vibrates with the night breeze
and the voices of children echo in the distance
their foot steps fading into the darkness
But I can still hear them
Yes I can hear them scurry like mice in the shadows
down the alleys
fleeing over the rubbish tossed out during the day
like them
no longer wanted or needed
Thrown into the streets for fate to deal her hand
any way she may see fit
Yes I can hear the children
popping their pills
as they cry behind a veil of tears
wearing their warriors mask and laughing at death
while others cling to life
Yes I can hear them
Whimpering in the night
alone
The children
By Wolfeyes 1990
Copyright, 1990
