Tag: F.U.C.K.

[This was originally published in F.U.C.K. poetry Issue #22. The publish date is approximate.] as i lay my head on the leather bound booktension flows out of me, muscles relaxingthe will to move on is lost foreverstrength to keep up the good fight faded the time of vibrance decades removedsubtle power, natural leadership, lost friends […]

[This was originally published in F.U.C.K. poetry Issue #21. The publish date is approximate.] Often one hundred words to expressa single thought or desire. The beautyof unmoderated speak. To directionlesstravel and eternal unforgiven. All tosay such a simple thing. The things we do. The lies we vomit.Actions as foreign as heaven itself.All come natual by […]

[This was originally published in F.U.C.K. poetry Issue #20. The publish date is approximate. Originally written December 16, 1997.] static depression, the start. my brush of anguish resounding splendor manifests before me the cry of hope amidst the repressed shackles of fury cage their power null hope, a wondering glimpse taste the sight or smell […]

[This was originally published in F.U.C.K. poetry Issue #19. The publish date is approximate.] Angels with wings made of smoke and mirrors.False experts in a new technology world.Almost leaders taking us into uncertainty Ability to sync, reach out, find your ownLashing out in confused directionProblems of old manifest in new medium False deity, religious cries, […]

[This was originally published in F.U.C.K. poetry Issue #18. The publish date is approximate.] subtle lies, faithless criesi hear them all for I am one of the new godslet it be, the emotional debris persecution unending, my soul in lendingnew stye of abuse for I am one of the new godsflesh is torn, again i’m […]

[This was originally published in F.U.C.K. poetry Issue #17. The publish date is approximate. Originally written December 20, 1997.] Trip like I do. Visuals beynd comprehension. Experience is a new thrill. Alchohol is water Drus are a waste of time. Red wine mixing red blood. Pure soul pouring out living death screaming inward stop slow […]

[This was originally published in F.U.C.K. poetry Issue #. The publish date is approximate. Originally written November 8, 1997.] imperfect beauty. candle slightly askew liquidvox flows freely in other world six hours of heaven for seven hours of hell one will linger, a fleeting glimpse into the funnel of soul.

[This was originally published in F.U.C.K. poetry Issue #15. The publish date is approximate.] Two like souls dance in this shallow world. the ability to judge. Nightly outpour of some strand of me. Pulled taut between self realization and angst. But not the angst you now.. He lies down the road around the corner behind […]

[This was originally published in F.U.C.K. poetry Issue #14. The date is approximate.] You are the winter of my life.Cold and grey you make me seek warmth.No hope of compassion or caring.Silently you tear my heart out.The hope of spring rain gone.Summer heat a long lost fantasy…Fall, a teaser to the pain you sing.My physical […]