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Gus (for now)

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About Me

Just one of those people who have a problem writing down something About Me. Seriously, sometimes I’m hyper and people tend to think I’m on drugs. The good thing is they ask me if I have any to share. And I never do cause I never am. At times, I prefer solitude, if this is the case I like to have the option at any time not to be alone, grab my keys and drive out somewhere to hang out. A thinker, a drinker, a smoker, a talker, a prankster, a movie quoter, a motivator, at times quite vulgar, still a warrior, pretending youngster, if I must study I’m a cramster, 3 times a brother of one mother many to countless with difference in maternal no doubt paternal origins. Optimistic, yet realistic, my soul rustic. In another life surely I was more altruistic but this is the age of all of us as so individualistic, so I gotta get mine like everyone over anyone, yeah, it makes my heart sick, many times lovesick, which is why I’m still in a stink. Balance is key, so they say so I agree, and do my best to keep perspective. I get satisfaction talking about, reading and learning about politics, religion, that which is unfairly regarded as 'the occult' and philosophies. Proud of myself when I have created and so declare that ‘it is good’. Or chingon! Whether it was a painting a drawing a poem or to cause/create a laugh out of someone when their aching….better yet drinking. I try my best to hold on to the good that I have learned and am continuously learning how to release the bad that was learned or that which seems innate…maybe you can relate. Regarding offenses, know that if you are a friend, more faithful is my wounding of you than an enemy's kiss.

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Sweet Turd

It gets worse and less than thisThe lines and fuzz about meAge is none of what I speakBut this swiss cheese mind That melts and spews outwardTo offend and judge myself If I return to me maybe I can pr...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Jul 2009 04:02:00 GMT

WASTE

WASTEIm a tried and tired manWalk and crawl but I can slitherIm a lie to my mommaIm a heart ache to my fatherWalked and fell got up then I ranAlone were the miles behind meMake believe there is mor...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Jun 2009 03:01:00 GMT

The Opiate of a Beautiful Whore

Come! my love.... I saidHer darting mind, now deadSipped the honey from her erring heartLeave! you whore....I meantHer tender heart yet livingDrank the vinegar from a sopLet go! I felt so Alive!  When...
Posted by on Sun, 31 May 2009 16:37:00 GMT

Chicken Soup for the Poet's Soul

Why do people write about shit that doesnt matter?Like apples and baked goods and shit that makes you fatterWill that shit matter? If I suffer or am, 'as happy as a little girl?There is life there i...
Posted by on Tue, 12 May 2009 01:14:00 GMT

Token

When they parted the sky In love, revealing their gloryWhen the night was like most days Alone they hid in secret anguish, criedTime leans toward years that separateValleys deep, rivers wide and empty...
Posted by on Wed, 06 May 2009 05:52:00 GMT

The World Beholds a Mutual Eye (With Audio)

..Get your own Flash MP3 Player  The World Beholds A Mutual Eye   The world beholds a mutual eye To know of beauty seen at your appearance.  Amidst the foggy smell of night to ...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Apr 2009 05:08:00 GMT

This, My Torment

In torment lies at times the utmost talentMy love for her that though so mortalIf divine still would give, asking not for lentFor a season of her denial would bring the fallFrom grace of nature and th...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Mar 2009 03:54:00 GMT

like it became a me within it, I have become

And here it is there it was, peeled and droppedat the foot of someone's bedahead of the head of the crowdbut none could come insteadsomethin!anything?downtown, the flies surroundinthe vistas, the pudd...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Feb 2009 08:15:00 GMT

Morning Widower

I lay on my bed and with me the tickle of her breath on my neckBut she is gone Its morning and the radio tells me the news Its life and her voice told me the truthShes not in love and I can still h...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Feb 2009 23:30:00 GMT