Poetry 1/11 |
She says it's the little things she'll miss,Like the summer nights in the park andThat first burning kiss. The stars all stitchedAnd sewn against the dark cloth of night,And the crisp warmth of a wint...
Posted by Brahman Wheezing on Thu, 11 Jan 2007 03:41:00 PST |
Spooky Kid Goes to Dinner |
Spooky Kid Goes To DinnerI don't like white people.Im always hungry; white people don't get hungry.I'm not hungry now though; Can you keep a secret.No? White people can't keep secrets.So I walked down...
Posted by Brahman Wheezing on Mon, 20 Nov 2006 03:59:00 PST |
Durable Plastic Flags |
With the utmost certainty, propensity and vulgarity our world is decaying around us as we speak. There is no proof and none is needed; for as the preacher commands the word of god from twisted tome wh...
Posted by Brahman Wheezing on Mon, 20 Nov 2006 03:52:00 PST |
Everyone deserves a Eulogy |
Quit smoking the other day.Quit eating meat a month or so ago.Started working out again.I eat healthy now, exercise, go out for coffeeWith friends and beers after that.My pants fit, well really they d...
Posted by Brahman Wheezing on Wed, 25 Oct 2006 05:52:00 PST |
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Socrates loves Stalin, carved on a cherry tree,Down by the old idealistic cemetery. The tombstones all read, with an uncertain uniformity,..This is where we find our solemnity... When the wind blows, ...
Posted by Brahman Wheezing on Fri, 20 Oct 2006 12:16:00 PST |
Poetry 10/06 |
Sins Of the CityGive me a deep valley, with a river running through it. Steep mountains surrounding, holding the sky in place. Where I can till the soil with shaking hands, and findSome solace in the ...
Posted by Brahman Wheezing on Thu, 12 Oct 2006 07:09:00 PST |
Poetry 9 |
With heavy heart and heavy hands I setDown that glass, of long soured wine That I'm been drinking since show time. I know it's no good for me, but I still have My sympathies for ruined parties and pen...
Posted by Brahman Wheezing on Thu, 27 Jul 2006 03:54:00 PST |
Poetry 8 |
We stand upon the shorline, a crushingExpanse of tumbled giants and brokenPillars that reach out towards the sea.More lie beneath the tide, hidden fromThe eyes of those above while we hideFrom the eye...
Posted by Brahman Wheezing on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Poetry 7 |
Porcelain smiles surround glossy eyes,Masks for this masquerade we call life.Devils and angels;Dancing and dialog,Polite and pretentiousThese wandering waltzs;I dont want to dance.------------------...
Posted by Brahman Wheezing on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Poetic Essays |
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There are no more heros left; only monsters, and children chasing them with bed sheets tied around their necks. Corporate America owns your eyes. Its sad to see our fears so frightful, hiding b...
Posted by Brahman Wheezing on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
