Devil May Care (Victims Of The Poetic)

Us poets,
We don't speak in a language you'll understand
Sure, it's English, or Spanish or whatever is your native tongue
But we weave intricate stories
For the simple fact
That we want to make you think
We want to leave you guessing
Because thinking is the only think that will turn the world around

I've never stood on a stage and recited any of my poems
Because I get nervous in front of crowds and I hate public speaking
But why do I feel so filled with this need to do so
Like if I ever did it, that there would be a standing ovation
Because I know passion,
I know pain,
and I know how to say every word so you'll feel it too when I do

But I won't.
Because I'm sure that I would stutter on my words,
And you'd all think me a coward,
Yeah, sure I can write these words
But what's the point if no one reads them.

Hopefully someone reads them.
And someone thinks,
Because that's all I want you to do is think.
Think about what we're losing.
We're losing lives nowadays
We're losing jobs nowadays
The world's practically collapsing in on itself
And it's up to us to stop it somehow.

So think.


Mariner: The Water Hunter

Detest the Mariner,
He is the darkened cold that brings the chill to your bones,
The blood-curdling scream that pierces your eardrums
Beauty be laid
To waste
At the hands of the Mariner
Let the icy grip bring havoc to your courtship
Pulling your lovers down into the sea

You satan,
Lucifer incarnate,
Poet in a devil's skin.
Lying in deathrows to bring
Vile to the masses
No wonder the sea is your home.
Detest the Mariner.

Songs To Sing To The Marauder's Wife...


Oh Juliet,
Drink your poison now.
Because these lips of mine will never touch yours again
The body count is just growing
No one will close the door to hell
If you turn away from the gateway
Who's to see us falling down to the depths of our own


Revolving Doors.
Your inwards then outwards
Your innards spilled on the deck
The Sailors are coming forward
Confessing to who's responsible for the shipwreck

But no one knows where the captain is
He's lost and not yet found
We're bound to the floor the the vultures eat us alive
And the sharks will drag our bodies out into the ocean.
To fill our lungs with water
And watch us drown...

Is not a message that we're waiting for,
It's a sign.


It's like the first time, every time
I look into your eyes and see
There are unicorns crossing the pasture
and I'm tired.
But they beg me to ride them,
so I try.
But they end up throwing to the dirty filthy ground below the sea
And trample me to death before I'm ever able to breathe.
Oh, these twisted images are in my head and I can't stop them
If I could find the place to put the knife I'd....

Nobody loves the killer but the killer
No one eats the leftovers but the birds
No one finds it funny that there's a murder of crows
and they're all flying towards our souls.


Passionate beauty
Hung from the ceiling
They thought her a witch and so
They threw her from the cliff

And I watched you fly
But only to your death, never did you once
Flap a wing
Sometimes I wish
That you were a bird
And you could have just flown away

Scarlet in color
Naive they say
Only evil could produce such a beauty
they informed me as they threw you away

And I watched you fly
But only to your death, your body imprisoned by
As your body hit the ground, I knew that there was no hope.
And they'd taken you from me.

Love causes flame.
But death breaths a fire.
And I set their houses ablaze
I watched them all burn at your altar.

And I watched them die
But only til their deaths, in a vengeance for what they had done.
They took from me love
and sent it to the ground like a graceful white dove.
The wind in your hair matched the fire in theirs as
I watched them all burn.

Who would have known that the water
had been thrown away.


Death is like your piano keys
88 saints in a row
The high ones, the low ones, and the ones in between
All lined up for the show.

Don't stain the pearly whites with blood because
Murder is hard to wash out of the body
Flights of wingless birds will never stop me
From forgetting the solace I found here
One day when it dies.

I've written my own obituary, in my blood
on your adulterers bed.
I hope it comes to claim, because nothing will tame you
from getting the revenge that you want.
Oh Sarah, full of life and full of joy
How I dare you to give all your treasures away
Because it's hardly a gift when it comes with such ease.
The death that you've held at the grave.

Surgery : Burning

I’ve been…
Waiting for the scalpel to tear
At the flesh of my skin
Hell, I’ve been…
Waiting for the minute
I felt like I could let you in…

And finally, it has come

This can be your season of burning
Let me be your flame, inside your heart
Let you; yearn for the surgery only I can deliver
Without a blade or instrument
Cuts don’t make it quicker.

You have spilled your own blood too many times before
Here am I just wanting to be more for you
Yearning to live with you, willing to die for you
Whole in your arms

Awake in your arms while I fall asleep in your arms
I’m not perfect but it doesn’t seem to matter in your arms
I’m not a (poet; I’m a) man with a message to speak
And I want you to hear me; I need you to hear me

Hear me say
“I love you”
And let it ring thru your heart
This message isn’t a scalpel
It’s the suture that you need
And when no one else will sew up the wound
I will…

Nudas Veritas...

While I sleep,
I know not what goes on in the world,
and sometimes I think maybe it’s better that way

I don’t want to know that people are dying,
I don’t want to know of the horrible things that “human beings” do to each other.
Because it’s not humane to be human anymore.
My car spills invisible terror into the ozone
While I drive to work to support the corporate machine?

What about my flatulence?
Because I fart maybe 6,7,8,9,14 times a day.
Dear god, what I must be doing to this planet.

Now don’t get me wrong, I love living here on earth,
I’m pretty sure that it’s like the best planet that supports human life on the entire solar system.
But that’s probably not saying much.
I wonder if there are aliens,
If they wonder about us?
If they have the
Alien Discovery Channel” that runs 3 hour marathons of shows about Earth and how
crazily mysterious it all is.

Thought about cutting myself because someone I know
thought about cutting themselves
and I remember
Just how good it used to feel.
But I won’t do it anymore because it’s not
“Socially Acceptable”
people look at you funny when they see your scars
because they don’t give a shit about how haunted your past is
about the ghost looming in your closet
or the razorblade you attached to your skin
they just think you have problems
and are nothing like them.

“fuck you”
some people heal better than others, and sometimes
there isn’t a way to cover up your past and I
wouldn’t want her to even if she could, because it
reminds me that she’s had it hard, and it reminds me that,
I’ve had it hard, but it reminds me that,
other people have it harder

Be proud of your scars, because if you don’t have them
Then you’re not human
When you stand naked in front of the mirror
If there’s not a mark on your body
or a tear in your skin
or a cut somewhere on you
then say
“I haven’t fucking lived”
because you haven’t.

If you don’t have a childhood story about one of your scars
Then I pity you,
because when the naked truth is revealed... gotta have something to say.