Oh blazing rays from the stars above,
shed some of thy light upon this dark ground
and roiling ocean that move
along an orbit of the sun around.

Lines I just discovered, scribbled on beer-stained pages, written...who knows when?

The Epitaph of My Loneliness

Sing praises of your joy, but myself a pariah
Cannot partake, cannot gain your exlusivity of access,
When the muses sing your funeral's aria
I will be alone still, but laughing to excess.
Who will laugh? I!
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Unspeakable tenor (? sic), a tenor in the veins,

Courses through my blood straight to my brain,

To my soul, the heart of the thing --

O, how it is to feel Hell's sting!

This is one of those instances that I would pray

If I wasn't a godless man,

If I wasn't strong enough to stay

And take my fill of pain.

Now I know my life will never be the same,

That I was foolish to believe I could remain

Here in this depth of hopelessness, a mire

Of longing and woeful despair.

Speak, my sorrow (ach, so trite... -A), in tongues of sadness --

I am not long for this world, the coming madness...

Speak! clearly and with some power!

Leave no hint of ambiguity

In a statement of regret and error;

Speak for generations to come, for perpetuity.

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My Lot

Wandering through a vacant lot

alone at night and lost in thought,

I fail to realize my danger,

for the people in this neighborhood are quick to anger.

I carry with me wads of cash,

with intent to spend them in a flash,

at some seedy bar or classy club,

where you can soak with dancers in a tub.

Still lost in thought I wander on

until there is an interruption.

Three hooded thugs, armed with knives,

approach me from an alley, but I don't realize

they're there before they've shanked me good --

I lie bleeding in this slummy neighborhood.

They grow alarmed but richer, then abscond

with my wallet, 'round the corner and then beyond.

I hear a distant wail of sirens blaring

as I look upward at the stars staring...

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How a petulant, obese woman who hobbles around like a retarded ape, that is, Ms. Ansley, can have such a high opinion of herself belies her honesty. There is no doubt that her title Ms. is appropriate, for no man would want her. She can barely walk, not because of any justifiable sports-related injury or accident, but because of her obesity. One must be healthy in body in order to be hale in mind --- this is a basic principle of human character. Thus I see that this so-called woman has none of the aesthetic traits of a woman, and is morally weak also. She compensates for her weakness by projecting an air of superciliousness with others, as thought to suggest that one has failed to meet her basic expectations in some area. This is a psychological gambit that she, perhaps unconsciously, uses in order to shield her waking psyche from some depradatory revelations anent herself.

 

Antifreeze Waterlillies

Gelid wind dances across the lake's surface,
A clear and sparkling lake
In a greenwooded mountain valley.
At the chill touch of the wind
Ripples flee rolling from the center
Searching for the dry shore,
Or the end of the world.
Drainage pipes pendent hang over the edge,
Secreted steel tubes encroaching
Into Nature's realm from Man's,
A plastic world past the vale.
They pour cool emerald fluid -
But it was green before...
The light bounces off of the tall trees,
Green and bright reflections on the water.
A frog's enthroned upon a lilypad
Of congelated antifreeze and insect waste,
An acrid alloy of preserved offal.
Pungent vapors rise high, so high
They make God faint on his cloud -
That's not rain, it's tears.
The planet's a mechanical marvel, manmade,
Innervated with steel veins,
And this lake's just another coolant tank
To keep the veins from bursting.
Ignis Terrae - and craters erupt!
There's a plume of astral exhaust
As we direct Earth for space travel.
All resources will be used for this journey...

Words written on napkin for stripper while drunk

Your beauty is indefinable
by words
or by symbols
God has no place here.


When I look into your eyes 
I see a plan that could not be devised
by God or Satan or Rhiel perspedy (? illegible)
welcome to 21st Century Age


When eyes might see
a sight that is (illegible)
or wonder why why (sic) my life (illegible)
an (or "is") width (?) of (illegible)-and-energy