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Poeticus Mundi

Some people never go crazy, What truly horrible lives they must live - Bukowski

About Me

POETICUS: is a POET
POETICUS: hosts the COOLEST local open mics.
POETICUS: bounced at the hip local bar for a while
POETICUS: has 3 children whose mother hates his guts.( kinda)
POETICUS: enjoys a cheap cigar
POETICUS: is the more counter Corpocracy than anyone.
POETICUS: loves it up on stage.
POETICUS: wears black boots or purple shoes.
POETICUS: is more likely to tell the truth than most.
POETICUS: still loves vagina, but won't lie for it.
POETICUS: appears to have been hexed at some point.
POETICUS: would just as soon kick your ass as listen to your shit,man.
POETICUS: has read a few books here and there.
POETICUS: believes that if your sense of self-value is dependent upon some job, you are a chump.
POETICUS: will someday be published in 7 languages.
POETICUS: hardly ever vomits.
POETICUS: writes better than your mother,regardless of who published her.
POETICUS: craves the pain of real honest true love, despite past indignities.
POETICUS: doesn't trust anyone who has something to sell.
POETICUS: doesn't want another goddam job,only a survival mechanism,in a system he despises anyhow.
POETICUS: doesn't play any type of games.
POETICUS: never wears clothing with visable brand names.
POETICUS: has never spoken to any type of god.
POETICUS: lifts weights like a madman
POETICUS: finds cubicles worse than death
POETICUS: thinks Dependant Origination explains it all.
POETICUS: cries in his beer sometimes.
POETICUS: can be occasionally charming,but not always.
POETICUS: doesn't want your fucking money.
POETICUS: has better tricepts than you.
POETICUS: knows the ruling elite cannot be trusted.
POETICUS: likes Indian or Thai cuisine when dining out.
POETICUS: still misses the last girl he dated.
POETICUS: hears THE SECOND COMING by YEATS in his head,a lot.
POETICUS: sings BAUHAUS songs in the car,very loud,to feel better.
POETICUS: shaves his head to express inner turmoil, and also to look tough.
POETICUS: NEVER liked the current U.S. president.
POETICUS: digs the smell of Nag Champa, dude.
POETICUS: never reads the microwave directions.
POETICUS: is an undisputed master of CUNNILINGUS.
POETICUS: has been on the front page of the newspaper.
POETICUS: is suspicious of people who think they have it figured out.
POETICUS: exists halfway between heaven and hell.
POETICUS: looks for the best,but expects the worst.
POETICUS: feels like melting wax, and knows that someday he'll be gone.
Joseph Campbell offers; “The poet is the modern day equivalent to the tribal Shaman, vital to the tribe, yet apart from it. Seer of the invisible world, imparter of myth and culture." Bukowski said; “Great poets die in steaming pots of shit.” Both are right.
My poetry page
My poetry resume
DFW OPEN MICS

My Interests



I have hosted,performed,and featured at poetry open mics and events in DFW for over a decade. I try to write,perform,host,and feature as much as I can, both alone and with my groups. I've been published in quite a few poetry magazines,local and national,online and in print,as well as a cool anthology series. I've also published quite a few chapbooks and sold hundreds. IN 2006 I was one of the founders of DFWOPENMICS, an oragization dedicated to promoting the open format poetry, music and variety open mic in DFW.

I have been a Vegitarian for a long while. I workout a LOT. During my mariage I went to hell, so now I spend hours upon hours lifting, I love it, almost a certified personal trainer,some work left to do.

I do not believe AT ALL, in the popular religion of Capitalism. Its very basiic premis leads to selfishness, greed and injustice. There are many basic socal tenents in our culture that must be constantly challenged and re-thought,(that isn't happening enough) We should ALL be in this time, concerning ourselves with the very nature of the self, and how it interacts within the cultural structure, seriosly questioning our behaviors and approaches toward one another as individuals and societies. Hopefully there are new paradigms being slowly born out there somewhere, even now.

I was a very devout Theravada Buddhist for several years, then felt strayed from the path for some time, but sometimes, when I'm lucky, I see a new face of Dharma that hides in every facet of the world.

I also enjoy: Insanely honest Blogging,Comic Books, mythology,the study of myth,alternative history, ancient history, alternative spirituality, aliens, conspiracy theory writings, and various eccentric reading, Sci-Fi,Buffy/Whedon stuff, 80's underground music,social revolution, and dreaming up ways to help bring down the Corpocracy ...someday.

What:

It's March 08... What am I doing now? You know, I usually update this spot every 3 or 4 months or so with something clever about what I am generally doing, feling, creativly, socially, financially....goals and such... but at the moment..I have no freaking idea what the hell I am doing....so there... I WRITE a lot....still lift some weights... you know....

I'd like to meet:

I want to meet girls
with tongues like lightning and
voices like brushed velvet,
who can be counted on like lit matches
to burn fast and disappear,but be beautiful,
honest and true
in the burning.
Gentlemen with top hats
but not really,only that they seem as such
when picturing them
mincing words
in the eye of the mind.
POETS with razorblade fingertips,
that growl like bears
wave like flags
and spit demon possessed words.
I want to meet weasels that walk upright
and collect paychecks
while wearing the latest fashions
I want to meet the last man on Earth
when the time comes
sullen and walking desolated streets
fiddling with a coin in his pocket.
I want to meet humans,new humans
half animal
half plant,kind of greenish
with wild vines intertwined
in the head,that serve to both
confound and illuminate.
I want to meet Sting,
and people made of hourglass sand.
I want to meet myself,finally
in the dirty water of a mud puddle
with half my head blown away
a terrible casualty of a war
waged completely in my mind.

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Music:

Actually I'm pretty open minded and not that dogmatic about music. What I tend have feelings toward is the music of my youth..Bauhaus,Peter Murphy,The Cure,Depech Mode,Yaz,The Ramones,Violent Femms,Joy Division, Nine Inch Nails, Poe (lots more I can't remember..) I went through a Beatles phase many years ago. NOT a fan of "Rap" of ANY sort.

Movies:

Barfly, Casablanca, X-men, Spiderman, Planet of the Apes, Star Wars, Matrix, Fight Club, Natural Born Killers, Monty Pythons Meaning of Life, Sin City, Blazing Saddles, Highlander, Fairenhight 911, Clockwork Orange, Enter The Dragon, Its A Wonderful Life, Westside Story, Suburbia, Logan's Run, The Road Warrior, Mary Poppins.

Television:

The Daily Show,The Cobert Report,Buffy/Angel,Yu-Gi-Oh, new Battlestar Galactica,Stargate,Smallville,Dr.Who, Southpark,mostly Sci-Fi or Comedy Central.HERO's in my NEW favorite show,the kids and I watch it togetehr every weekend!

Books:

Charles Bukowski, Ken Wilber, Joseph Campbel, Neitzchie, Bertrand Russel, David Icke,Tich Nat Hahn, D.T. Suzuki, Ernest Hemingway, Robert Persig, Bertold Brect, Thomas Mann, Nabkov, John Fante, Celine, Umberto Echo, Sinclair Lewis, Charles Dickens, William Carlos Williams, Homer, Jim Marrs, Lawrence Gardner, Narada Mahathera, Kalle Lasn,

Heroes:

Joseph Campbell,Ken Wilber,Gotama Buddha,Charles Bukowski,Jon Stewart

My Blog

What Matters

It doesn't matterit doesn't really matternone of it matters.In the end there is nothing andso much of this doesn't matter.Your ideas on linear progression.Success, moving forward, achievement,goal cha...
Posted by Poeticus Mundi on Tue, 03 Jun 2008 09:40:00 PST

useless shitty anxiety rambling on

It's like being back with my fucked up dysfunctional family again, she said; and she's kind of an expert on such things, I think.I kinda hate fucked up dysfunctional families though, mine's pretty bad...
Posted by Poeticus Mundi on Thu, 29 May 2008 03:20:00 PST

I Don’t Know.

Liar,Liar, the voice said,in a way that interrupted my chain of thought.But it wasn't, it turns out,upon reflectiona voice at all.Not even an inner monologuebut rathera wordwritten,upon a yellow faded...
Posted by Poeticus Mundi on Tue, 27 May 2008 02:24:00 PST

I Imagine Myself Melting.

losing cohesion fadinginto some dark featureless ooze.The struggling flutteringwings of an insect.Part buried under black tar.Shot like a cannon.Perverse whistling harmonic.Eyebrows raised.Ink blots.W...
Posted by Poeticus Mundi on Tue, 27 May 2008 02:14:00 PST

A Poem As A Multi-Dimensional Construct

Shaped and formed, out of space time,and mind,spread out before folded knees, flatlike an in process jigsaw puzzle.Linear, straight forward time progressionlike the firing of a bullet orthe riding of ...
Posted by Poeticus Mundi on Tue, 27 May 2008 02:01:00 PST

WHAT AM I DOING HERE, Post Human.?

I wake to purposelessness. The poet, the nothing.Constituents, sure.I have arms and legs and I eat and shit and am capable of impregnating a woman.But who am I and what am I, has been my journey andI ...
Posted by Poeticus Mundi on Sun, 25 May 2008 01:42:00 PST

Fuck you, I Dont Care About Making You Happy

Fuck you, I don't care about making you happy..I don't give a shit.I'm not here for you, what I feel I am not feeling for you,any of you.Fuck you.A big old giant fuck you, to you,and I mean all of you...
Posted by Poeticus Mundi on Sat, 24 May 2008 09:22:00 PST

You and I as a process

It's not that what you and I hadwas the most passionateor intense of affairs.There was quite a bit ofholding back,consciously, on both sidesI think.NO what made us unique,what made you differentwasn't...
Posted by Poeticus Mundi on Wed, 21 May 2008 05:54:00 PST

THE LAST TIME I CRIED

I was telling two of my closest friends last night that it had been three months or more since I have cried.Maybe the shutting down of that emotional outlet is part of my current high levels of physi...
Posted by Poeticus Mundi on Thu, 22 May 2008 05:23:00 PST

WOMEN ARE EVIL.

Yeah, you heard me.That's right, I said it,women are evil.Ok, now calm down,before you get all crazy,start freaking out, wooppin and hollerin.I suppose I should qualify that statement..FIRST;I quite s...
Posted by Poeticus Mundi on Wed, 21 May 2008 03:28:00 PST